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i’ma dab and find something to do, i’ll be on skype if anyone wants to get at me about writing/plotting the fuck ever else. getsmokd

( dove. )

├──── It was hard not to laugh at stupid shit just like this, dumb things that helped to shove them back into a sense of normalcy that didn’t exist anymore. The corner of her lips pulled up, and there was even a small hint at a chuckle, but Bobby had to bring a hard game not crack under a little pressure.

❛ So now you want me to imagine some shark having eaten someone, turned into a swimming dead thing, and the same has happened to a bear? Honestly, the shark never makes a lot of sense. Bears can swim, and better yet they have four legs for walking on land. Even if he was put under water, I think the bear would kill him some shark butt. ❜

( ☣ ) GENERALLY people had a hard time being around brian, he wasn’t the most friendly of folks, wasn’t serious, and constantly make light of most any situation. there were only a select few who could see beyond the gruff exterior. bobby, not only was one of those, but the only one he could honestly admit he cared for. so even in the darkest days, he kept his cheeky attitude alive and well for her. —— ❝baby, bears can’t swim out to sea, and have you seen a sharks mouth? let’s find a zoo, test the theory... ❞

#❤ — where the wild things go.

( dove. )

├──── ❛ What? No, are you kidding me?! ❜ Even though the world had gone to shit, Bobby wasn’t the kind of person to just leave people behind. Sure, there were times you had to make tough choices, but for all they knew this family was locked in because of raiders. If it was their group, she would want someone to help them. ❛ Brian, we can’t just leave them… ❜

( ☣ ) FIRMLY a hand reached out, fingers gripping at the girls wrist and giving a pull. he wasn’t going to let her risk her life for some strangers. their lives weren’t as important to brian as his was... or hers, more importantly. —— ❝do i L O O K like i’m kidding? ❞

#if i lax on this force me to it kiddo.#interaction ( thesevvildthings. )#❤ — where the wild things go.

having a hard time trudging up muse for brian, due to lack of interest and ability to actually play him. let’s see what i can do.

some asshole ( harley ) convinced me to make another character, aka the last thing i need, so i’m over there getting this shit set up. in the mean time skype me. i’m going to play catch up on all my shit tomorrow.

OOC — work hit like a truck, had to fire three of our employees so to say we’re shortstaffed is a fucking understatement, that, and at my volunteer gig, it’s been chaos thanks to a drop in funding. so, i’m busy as all fuck, but i’m going to do replies tonight since i’ll have a minute when i’m done here. if you want a starter, either grab an open, tag me in something, or just send a message. i’ll get at it.

#▌☣ its not that im evil.▐

silverskylinestories-deactivate

#i hate you harley.#▌❤ soggy clothes & breezeblocks.▐#▌❤ queen of my vaccine.▐

OOC — fuck, some shit came up, i’ll be on skype get at me about plotting or what have you / getsmokd

( dove. )

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├──── ❛ How many times do we need to go over this, bear vs shark wouldn’t be fair, even in space. So it’s a stupid bet either way. ❜ Bobby rolled her eyes before giving Brian a serious look of disbelief, like the conversation was a normal, everyday topic, and that he should know better by now.

( ☣ ) STUPID pointless conversations were all that was left; there was no small talk, no how was your day, what are your plans -- though, brian had never been that guy anyway. fingers flexed against his drink, bringing the warm beer up and grimacing as it trickled down his throat. tasted wretched. —— ❝come on, play along. bear vs shark -- what about undead bear versus undead shark?❞

#lol this can be TWD verse.#also I KNEW IT WAS YOU FUCKING BEAR VS SHARK #you shitheel.#❤ — where the wild things go.

( @thesevvildthings. )

( ☣ ) ALWAYS wiling to play the hero; but there wasn’t always something worth saving. in this instance, the family trapped in the store had been locked in, they weren’t locking anything out. brian could only come to one conclusion about it -- they were sick. —— ❝keep walking. ❞

#❤ — where the wild things go.#alt c-verse not ready for the pain yet.#interaction ( thesevvildthings. )

OOC — nothing like carrying around a strange dog that was trying to eat your face the day before, right after it has surgery and doesn’t know how to walk. here to do shit.

#▌☣ this hopeless itch.▐

( ☣ ) HAULING bodies from the campsite to the cliff’s edge and kicking them over was a hard days work. brian’s muscles were tight and sore, but a little pain had never slowed him down, even with the bum leg. while he preferred to travel on his own, he’d wound up stuck in a small group, and his survivors guilt over his last was keeping him in place. he took on the dirty work that no one else could, or wanted to do. for instance... covered in congealed blood, dirt, and muck, brian let the last of twelve bodies tumble over the edge, and watched as it hit rocks and split open on the way down. poor fucking sap, wonder how he went. but now the small clearing was free of corpses, and ready to be used as a base, for at least a day or two. ❝ get a fire up before sunset, ❞was his greeting as he walked back, pulling off his jacket and tossing it over a log -- thing would have to be washed properly for a change. ❝ tell me someone was making FOOD. ❞

#twd rp #open starter #open rp #tlou rp #twdrp #what the fuck are tags.#▌☣ dont open dead inside.▐

( ☣ ) HEAVY breathing, dripping with sweat, heart thudding and fingers bound tight to the steering wheel, brian found himself lurched over, damn near hyperventilating. he could tell himself it was the pain in his head from the screeching of brakes, or the ache in his chest from where he’d flung forward to hit the dash, but it was the panic that was overwhelming his every fucking sense. sardonic, crude, obnoxious; sure, brian was a lot of things. but heartless he was not, despite the show of coldness that he kept. so when the body of a child had flung under the car, and spun out the back, his stomach flipped. undead, or not, his mind went racing back to bobbi, to his brother. everything flooded him at once. ❝ shit, ❞this was a side of him that his traveling companion had rarely, if ever seen. brian tried to keep the asshole facade up as best as possible; he’d play it off as little more than pain from the hard brake. ❝ that fucking hurt. ❞ a gulp and a huff, he forced himself upright again, looking in the rear view mirror only to see the body laying limp off to the side of the road.

❝ the fuck did i hit? ❞he knew fine well.

#twd rp #indie twd rp #indie horror rp #zombie rp #indie zombie rp #tags just because in the tags... that made sense ;#tw child death #maybe kind of?#▌☣ dont open dead inside.▐#note this wouldn't be long into the apocalypse #only a few weeks to a month #go with it.

OOC — ever since moving, i swear my sleep schedule is pissed at me. 6am-2pm ZOMBIE AT WORK 2pm-4pm AWAKE AS FUCK! 4pm-7pm SLEEP YOU FUCKING FOOL! WHAT THE FUCK 7pm-12am MODERATELY SLEEPY lay down at 12am SO FUCKING AWAKE. 4/5am YOU HAVE TO GET UP IN AN/TWO HOUR/S LOL

#fuck.#▌☣ its not that im evil.▐

( princess. )

█ Unsettled by his aggressive and volatile nature, she was starting to wonder if it was really worth it to follow after him. It was depressing to need help from someone else, but in a world like this going it alone was a quick way to die. If the virus didn’t catch you at some point, starvation or some other malady would do so, having someone to help watch your ass was more than useful. It was necessary. This guy, though, seemed like he might end up being more of a risk to death, than a savoir from it.

“Even a dog wouldn’t put up with your attitude, mister charming. However, I’m sure you understand that I need your help, but if it comes at the cost of you being a dick to me, I very well might just leave you to your own devices. It could be a mutually beneficial relationship, seeing as I’m medically trained. So how about you stop being such a douche, and we can both reap the rewards of working together, rather than against each other.”

( ☣ ) SOLITUDE was something he’d not come to enjoy, but come to accept. life was hard enough without having to play babysitter to anyone. he’d tried that before, and failed miserably. most people would want their chance at trying it over, repentance if you will. brian, however, did not. he just wanted to carry on, worrying about himself. there was no good that could come of this girl following him, he was poison, killed everything around him. it had been his track record so far. people were so scared to be alone now, which was easy to understand -- but, better off alone than running alongside a monster. brian gave her a huff and turned on heel, shouting loud enough for her to hear.

—— ❝ if you don’t like the house rules, go your own way, sure you’ll do just fine, CUPCAKE.❞

#brian.#why do you.#interaction ( pxsable. )

OOC — cannot decide if want to words, or video game. i think i’ll schimmy off to do some gamin’ and get at the words tomorrow when less violently angry changed my mind. words are good.

#TBD

pxsable replied to your post:sunlightdrunk replied to your post:OOC — do you...

you get so ghetto when you get angry.

#▌☣ this hopeless itch.▐

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