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“You alright? you’re looking a little rough.” Jacob had noticed the other starting to walk a little bit further behind the group. “I have some water if you need some?” Jacob offered.
Sam had told the others that she was near the end of the group to watch their six, but she wanted a moment to process everything. “Uh, yeah I’m fine,” she said with a forced smile. “Nah, I’m good. It’s best to save it for yourself or one of the others,” she whispered.
ivxnvasiliev.
“I’m sorry, you want to give him ANOTHER reason to unleash his firing squad?” Ivan asked incredulously from his position by the wall. He’d been there for the ‘trail’. For some sort of idea of what the fuck was going to happen to his group– now this bullshit? Now this utterly INSANE mess is dumped upon their heads? And he’s supposed to feel sorry that some dumb-ass survivors aren’t surviving anymore? Yes, yes it sucked and was terrifying but Ivan was in no sort of mindset to be sympathetic. “They weren’t brave. They were stupid. They were too proud and they’re dead because of it– and if your Community wants to get shot, sure, piss the King off by having some memorial for the people he just straight-up murdered.”
She was taken aback for a moment. Ivan seemed to always be a bit too callous in Sam’s opinion. “Of course, we wouldn’t have a big Memorial,” Sam said in stern voice, “⸺ even if they deserve one. No. A simple funeral for those who actually cared about them or who feel they did something brave. If you, and others who share your mentality, do not want to be a part of it that is fine and dandy,” she said with a defensive smile. “So you want to join Tyler and his ‘Empire’?” She asked. She scuffed as she spat out Tyler’s description for his group. “You want to give in and be subjected to that kind of life?” Her voice started to slowly loose the softness it usually had, and in its place, a darker tone appeared. Samantha, the woman who had learned it was ok to let her guard down suddenly started to build it up twice as fast.
PHOENIX EMPIRE MEME
PLEASE REMEMBER TO TAG ANY TRIGGERING CONTENT
🔫 What went through my character’s mind when Tyler shot Blaize, Matt, and Jax?
💣 If your character could do anything, without repercussions, what would they do?
🎙What was the first thing your character said after Tyler and his people left?
🔪 Did your character feel like Tyler betrayed them?
🛑 Does your character suspect anyone to be part of the Phoenix Empire?
🔇 What will your character never voice about the Empire?
📢 What will your character be vocal about?
💭 What is your character thinking about on the first day?
🔮 Did your character see this coming?
⚔️ Will your character fight the Empire?
🍽 Did your character forgive the Roamers?
💥 How would your character describe what happened?
❓ Your own question!
for @charliiehorne, @paddiic, and @foxrossen as well!!
and @tylercampbell if you dare!!!
avramisms
“They’re getting a funeral,” Ethan said faintly, his fingers still on the table top. He was… Shock was a word for it. Anger– ANGER was another one. Accompanied with such a remorse, such a carving and endless guilt that he thought he had felt the worst of before. That he thought couldn’t run deeper. But, again, he had blood on his hands. Because he trusted the wrong person. Because he let another person curl up close, nestled in his group, then attack them all from the inside. He remembers seeing Matt’s face. Watching in horror as ‘no’ formed on his lips.
“If he comes back here, I might kill him.” Was said even softer, because Ethan himself was horrified to even think it. But, he had to tell her. He told Jon he’d talk to people. And this poisonous, acidic churning of anger, guilt, and shock in his stomach was being pushing up through his veins. He never wanted to kill people. Never. Not Logan, not anyone. But right now, in this moment, he wants to kill Tyler Campbell. He wants to take him off the face of the planet and understanding that about himself is terrifying.
She cleared her throat. Tyler broke Samantha, he was the straw that broke her. A part of her wanted to just give up, she didn’t see the point in trying to fight the evil in the world. After everything they had been through, she was sure they’d experience all the bad out there. “Matt...Blaize...Jax,” she said clearing the tears from her eyes. Sam tried to think back to the last time she’d seen them.
“We have to find a way to fight,” she said in a defeated voice. She knew that the odds were slim, but she wanted to in memory of those who went against Tyler, or maybe she wanted the certain death that went along with defying Tyler. “His people are...loyal...if we take him out, how would we be sure someone else doesn’t take his spot or retaliate? We can’t have them suffer anymore,” she said referring to their people.
Samantha was not happy about having to try the leaders of the Roamers group, but they had crossed a line. A line that Tyler, a person who was part of her own group, crossed so easily. “I want...I want to have a funeral for them,” she said once they his people were gone. “We should have a funeral for them. They,” she paused, “They were strong and brave...and deserve a proper farewell.”
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4. Did your character try and volunteer time, provide a home for those who needed, or other services?
Samantha didn’t volunteer her home, she never was about allowing people into her life without extensive background checks. She was expected to help volunteer due to her being part of the Scottsdale Police Department. She reluctantly did help out at centers. The real reason for her apprehension was that it made her very aware of her mortality. Something she would rather not think about.
7. Before the Earthquake did your character have a plan if a major catastrophe happens in Scottsdale?
Sam always thought that if something happened in Scottsdale she would do what was needed to survive or would be forced to stay behind to help protect people. She knew the area and was confident that she didn’t really need a plan of action. Her father, who passed away when she was in her early 20s, always had a plan. She felt that he spent most of his time planning and not really living. It was mainly due to this that she strayed away from having plans for even the most basic of things in her life (ie road trips). She prided herself on thinking on the fly and figured that would be enough.
Decays Earthquake Meme
The following items are tailored to the EARTHQUAKE (LINK TO INFO). The questions are aimed to help character development.
Did you have friends/families/acquaintances that lived in or around the impact zone?
How does your character feel about Scottsdale taking in those who need a home?
Does your character think that the world is over like some people are claiming?
Did your character try and volunteer time, provide a home for those who needed, or other services?
What are your character’s overall thoughts about the Earthquake?
Does your character think that they should help out when something like this happens?
Before the Earthquake did your character have a plan if a major catastrophe happens in Scottsdale?
After the Earthquake did your character create a plan in case a major catastrophe happens in Scottsdale?
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“I think I wouldn’t be surprised. Food is scarce, so it can only be expected.” Angela shrugged. Her reasoning for being influenced by this had to do with all the survival movies she had watched in her free time. People would eat anything when they were starving. “Think of it as like we’re all stuck in a deserted island.”
She regretfully admitted to herself that it wasn’t surprising; if she really thought about it. A small part of her broke as she came to this realization. “Yeah,” she sighed. “but that doesn’t give people the right to do that. I know, we don’t have laws or things like that, but people...” she trailed off. “So, um, did you need any supplies?” She asked changing the subject. Sam was getting the list ready for the scavengers, and had heard the rumors on her way to Angela.
“So what do you think about this whole ROAMER eating people business?” she asked. Her voice was skeptical. There was no proof of the group actually doing what they were being accused of, and honestly, she didn’t want it to be true. She had just come to terms with letting go of her sister and wasn’t sure if the little humanity she had left could survive it being true.
&& D E S P I T E all of my struggles i’m still ( a l i v e )
RIVKA SHAFIR
Rivka smiled and nodded, admiring her desire to try and keep civilization in tact, a task that seemed impossible. “It is entirely possible,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. She read his file, but she wasn’t entirely sure about what kind of person he was. Rivka furrowed her eyebrows. It seemed that being alone meant she didn’t know what was happening with the rest of society. “Task force?” She pursed her lips and took in a deep breath. “What task force is this?” she asked. She adjusted her grip on her gun and stared at the ground, thinking. “No. He is not. Not exactly. I am searching for him for somebody else.”
“The task force was created by the Minutemen and the Community. I’m part of the Community. We wanted to make finding our missing people our main priority. It was a heck of a lot safer than having everyone panicking and trying to find out why on their own...” She trailed off. She gave RIvka a small side smile. “It worked because we found them...and the person behind the disappearances.” Sam wished there was an easier way to find people, ones that were missing. It wasn’t like people had to give their real name, so even if she had met Damian she probably didn’t know it. “I hope you find him. Especially if he holds some special meaning for the person who is looking for him...it’s tough not know where the ones you love are.”
Writing challenge: Samantha Dragusha #02 What was your character’s happiest and/or unhappiest birthday?
HAPPIEST.
For Sam’s 15th birthday, her father took them to California to visit the Sequoia National Forest. It was one of the few times that the family was in harmony. No one fought, brought up the past, or the many worries they had at the time.
Does anyone know? This is one of the memories she visits when she is feeling sad or is thinking about her family. If you asked her what was on her mind while she was thinking about this memory she would have told you about this birthday. She doesn’t go on a lot of supply runs, but if your character has invited her and y’all did camp outside of the hospital she would have brought it up.
UNHAPPIEST.
Samantha’s mother left them when she was 7 years old. The first birthday after her mother left was the unhappiest birthday due to how much extra pain she caused her father. He tried to make her 8th birthday the best in an attempt to help her forget about her mother leaving. However, Sam was adamant that her mother would show up. She woke up knowing that her mom would show up. When it was time for her birthday party, she started to realize that her mom wasn’t coming. She lashed out at her father.
Does anyone know? Nope, this is something very embarrassing and hard for her to talk about.
SAHARA LINCOLN
Hazel hues examined the wound before her. A gash that created a wound deep enough to see the white starting of the bone. Sahara’s brows knitted together as she slipped on a few gloves and softly moved her fingers around the area of the wound. “Hey…you there. Can you grab me the closest needle and thread? Also, can you bring a cloth for my patient to bite down on?” Her voice was soft, yet held a seriousness as the words rolled off of her tongue. Turning her attention to her patient she sighed pursing her lips slightly. “This is going to hurt.”
Sam was back from her short absence from the community. She had gone off to find her sister, who as of yet was not found. On her way back to the base she had run into Sahara’s newest patient. Thankfully the two made it back to the community in one piece. They didn’t attract any unwanted attention from the walking dead, or if they had they didn’t notice. Sam’s left side had some blood due to the injury rubbing against her as they made their way back to the hospital. Without missing a beat, Sam quickly brought her the supplies. Sam placed them next to the woman and stood next to the patient. “It’s going to hurt like hell, but at least you’ll be patched up. You’ve got the best doc we have working on ya,” she smiled with encouragement.
RIVKA SHAFIR
“A woman of the law,” Rivka said with a slight smile. “Do people even follow the law anymore?” she joked. She sobered up and thought about the name, but it didn’t ring a bell. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. “I have not heard of an Elena. I hope that you find her. Do you know where she might have gone?” She raised an eyebrow. If that woman was asking about a missing person…. “I am looking for someone as well. A Damian Balfour. Do you know him? He was last seen in Scottsdale.” Even when the world went to shit, she was still trying to do her job. Then, Sam brought up the name Logan. Didn’t ring a bell either. “No. The name sounds familiar, but from what I understand it is not an uncommon name.”
Sam laughed at the woman’s joke. She had a point, not many people followed the law. When she said she hadn’t heard of Elena her heart sunk a bit. “I think a lot of people try and follow the law, but have a hard time. That’s where I come in,” she grinned. “Damian Balfour,” she said repeating his name. “No, I don’t think that I’ve come across the name, but he could always use an alias. I’m sure Elena is using one. I can ask around the Community and see if anyone has any information,” she smiled. When she said that she didn’t know about Logan her smiled fell. “He...He was experimenting on people to try and find a cure. If you can call what he did experimenting. You might want to ask some of the crew of the Task force if they’ve seen Damian....amoungst the dead...” her voice lowered. “Is this Damian someone close to you?” she asked.
DREW OLSEN
Drew only nodded along with the woman’s words, secretly hoping that their exchange wouldn’t drag on much longer than a few words. Not to say that he wasn’t extremely thankful to have been rescued from by these people, but, he didn’t know them very well outside of a few glances and looks of pity directed towards him. For the most part, however, they seemed friendly enough - and the last thing Drew felt he could afford to be was rude or ungrateful. “Y-yeah, yeah, okay,” Honestly, he didn’t like being cooped up for so long anyway; it’d been like that for weeks now, so maybe stretching his legs wasn’t the worst possible idea. “Thanks, uh… Sorry, I forgot your name,”
“Now I feel like a weird stalker,” she joked. Sam had made an effort to know everyone’s name. She felt that it even though she may not be the best at comforting she’d do her best to make everyone feel like they were at home. “I’m Sam, the enforcer of the Community,” she said with a smile. She’d smile and nod to those who passed them as they were walking. It had taken Sam a while to be sociable. Before the outbreak, she liked to keep to herself and used aggressive words. “You know if you ever just want to go out of the room and walk around you are more than welcome to. I think I’d go crazy if I had to be kept in one room.” It took Sam a moment to realize that he had been kept in a small room. She wanted to say she was sorry but figured he’s heard a lot of that. Besides she was sure that after the fifth ‘I’m Sorry’ he was probably ready to knock someone out.
ETHAN AVRAM
He returned the soft smile, shaking his head. “Okay, let’s settle with we could both be a little more organized.” Normally, things were easier around each other. Over the course of their time working together, they had found a rhythm of sorts– now, though.. This atmosphere was different. Careful. And Ethan was anticipating when she’d bring it up, address the issue that maybe he wasn’t the sort to lead a group of so many. Co-lead or not. And then he’d have to convince her why this was something he needed and she’d realize this wasn’t about taking control. It was about finding it again. The motion of her hair going up into a ponytail and the next words out of her mouth solidified that small fear.
“…Actually, yeah. That was… great minds,” he said faintly to himself before dragging a hand through his hair. There was no easy way to say this. But, it was something he had to say– after hours and hours of thought, of feeling and empathizing, Ethan knew he had to try. Sam was his friend; she was a partner. Half of their team. And he cared about her enough to say what could be the wrong thing.
He breathed. Wrung his hands. “Sam… I think you need to take a break–”
“I know that… Sam, I found my sister. And you haven’t found yours yet, and– I think that you should look. Take the time for it. I– I’ll admit, I’m not… I know I’m not in a good place. And I know that it looks like I’m not capable of this, but I am. I know my limits and I know that our Community is going to need someone strong right now, and I just… If I can be strong for them and help them in some way– I…. That’s what I need.” And with every word, he steeled himself for the rebuttal. The ‘no’ and the discouragement, and prepared for what he could say in return. How he could justify this– something that, quite honestly, he knew could end very badly. And his only argument was he had to. He needed to be there for these people. If he could give them some small comfort, he might be able to make his own peace.
Sam watched him, how he ran his fingers through his hair and how he seemed to be ready for a no over his proposal. Sam stood up and quietly walked over to him. She stood in front of him saying nothing for a few seconds before giving him a hug. The type of hug that was reserved for those who one held near and dear to their heart. She let go after a few moments and smiled at him. “Who says that you are not capable? I’ll feed them a knuckle sandwich,” she joked. Sam knew that this was something that was hard for Ethan. That stepping up to be the leader meant a lot of responsibility, and after his actions with Logan, she knew that he’d do what was needed.
However, she didn’t want to see the goodness in her friend die. Sam let her smile fade. “I couldn’t imagine anyone else as the leader...no one could take her place...but...i know you will do what is needed to be strong for this community. To make sure that we are safe. The truth is a lot of our people see you as a hero. Taking justice for those who had their lives taken in such a ... horrible manner.” She looked down. Now it was her turn to open up. She blinked away a few tears that threatened to fall. Sam didn’t cry, she just didn’t. She cleared her throat.
“I’m sorry...that I’ve been sneaking away to try and find her...I know my mind is a mess...and that I need to find her.” She looked up but avoided eye contact. “I...” she took a deep breath. “I think you are right...I do need a break...but that isn’t fair to our people. What message is that going to send them? Everyone here is my family too...but...Elena...” she trailed off. She clenched her jaw. The thought of her sister out there alone hurt Samantha. The truth was she didn’t know what to do. Her allegiance was to their people, to protecting them. They had so many people who relied on them, and she felt selfish for wanting to go out and find her family. She had talked a lot of their members out of looking for Logan. To go out and look for her sister would cause her to be a hypocrite.
“Elena is my sister...yeah we weren’t the best sisters, but I need to know what happened,” she admitted. She was talking in circles. “Ethan,” she looked at him, “would they forgive me?” she asked.
