sharon morgan

29 || Survivor || Austin's Group ||

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joselyn-p:

Joselyn waited until Luke caught up before the two started following Sharon. “He’s five.” That was a rough estimation on her part; she’d never been able to deduce what Luke’s birthday was, his vocabulary being so limited when she found him.

Sharon smiled at the boy and gave him a small wave. “Hi, Luke. You want to help us carry something?” She obviously wouldn’t give him a ton to carry but Sharon took out one of the small plastic first-aid kits, the one with  a faded red cross on it and held it out to him encouragingly as they walked. 

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leonkin-g:

Leon had to chuckle at that, “That is true, we could be dead. We could be infected. Although I suppose the infected don’t know that they’re infected and in turn don’t care so…is it better to be an ignorant monster or a long suffering, conscious person?”

“You make the choice so difficult,” Sharon laughed glancing up at him. “Does being an ignorant monster mean I don’t miss having a functioning shower? Seems tempting, don’t you think?” She was joking, of course, but there were little things she’d long since learned to live without. That didn’t mean, however, she didn’t miss them at times. Having a meal that consisted of something other than fish or rabbit would always be welcome but, again, this was the world they lived in now. She set the knife down and extended a hand to the other, already knowing who he was but figuring she should probably introduce herself. “I’m Sharon, by the way.”

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dawn--sparks:

sharon-morgan:

“So, are you sure you want to be on that?” Sharon raised a brow at the other, always ready for some friendly competition.

“One hundred percent.” Dawn said, staring at the chain link fence in front of them. “First one up and over and midway up that tree.” She began pointing to a tree on the opposite side of the fence. “Wins. What do they win? Whatever they want. Sound fair?”

“Sounds good.” Sharon looked over at Dawn, nodding. “I mean, obviously there’s so much to win in this camp,” she said with a bit of sarcasm before pulling her arm across her chest, stretching. “On your count.”

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elenaprice:

“You know I’m an expert at getting ahead of myself.” She smiled at the other, taking a stop forward to get into the right position but before she could make a move she looked at Sharon and laughed once. “Please don’t beat the crap out of me.”

“Ha,” Sharon laughed at her friend’s words, shaking her head. “I won’t, scouts honor” she held up two fingers, mimicking the old sign before shuffling. “Come on, Lena, you gonna hit me or what?”

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joselyn-p:

“Duly noted.” She turned for a moment and called out to the sandy-haired boy playing nearby. “Luke, c’mon, we’re going for a little walk.” Restless as most young children seemed to inherently be, he eagerly ran to catch up with them, appearing glad to have a change of scenery.

Sharon glance over her shoulder as the boy came running before turning to Joselyn, “how old is he?” She shifted the boxes in her arms, adjusting them as they walked.

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the-lindsayjones:

‘Trust me, when it comes to close fighting, I can do more than handle myself.”

“Alright then. Best two out of three?”

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gabrielxbrown:

“Only if you’re ready to lose.”

“So you think you’ve gotten better at knife throwing since last time, Gabe?” She raised a brow tauntingly before nodding at the make-shift targets. “By all means, you can go first.”

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bellamy-tara:

Tara may not be great at one-on-one combat but she was a fairly decent shooter. Some may have wondered how Tara made it this far but with a gun and her decent running skills, she wasn’t bad on the road. Before meeting Leon, her and Dave had plenty of moments when Tara knew she needed to fight. And she did – she just wasn’t as fluid as some of the others. “I think so.” She looked before her, wondering how long the road went on for and where it would lead them. Running was about the only thing she would agree to compete on. She didn’t want others knowing what her weaknesses were, at least not until necessary. “How long do we run for?”

“Well. You good for a mile? We won’t be outside of town limits but far enough to make it a decent race.” And time killer. She was bored and when Sharon was bored she liked physical activity, and a race was always fun.

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west-sawyer:

“Always up for a little friendly competition; I’ve got a few extra bottles at my place if we end up running out,” Sawyer spoke with a small smile. “What exactly are we playing for?”

“Alright, hmm,” Sharon thought for a moment before smiling. “Loser takes winer patrol duties, sound good?” 

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leonkin-g:

“Well, that’s good,” Leon glanced from her to her knife. “You’re the first I’ve heard that from all day, so that’s refreshing.”

“Well,” she glanced up again, tilting her head, “we could be dead, right? So,” Sharon gave a small smile, “better off than most anyway.”

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joselyn-p:

Always prepared to prove herself capable and valuable to the group, Joselyn nodded and grabbed a box. “I’m still familiarizing myself with the layout, I’m not sure I know how to get there.”

“I do, no worries.” Sharon lifted the box she’d set down once more and nodded down one of the streets. “It’s about a five minute walk this way and then turn onto the next street. It’s basically in the center of town, for future reference.”

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katarinaxmilkovic:

“Afraid this was the last of it, sorry.”

“Well, good to know what a generous spirit you are,” Sharon said with a teasing smile.

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leonkin-g:

“How’s everybody holding up?”

Sharon paused sharpening the knife in her hand at the voice and glanced up, “Well as could be, I suppose.” 

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elenaprice:

“You know me better than that. I’m in. I’m stronger than you anyway.” The teasing in her voice was obvious.

“Better shot, yes, stronger–” She grinned, “let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Sharon brought her hands up, feet in a ready stance as she nodded at her friend. “By all means, at your leisure, Lena,” she joked in turn, waiting for her friend to make a move.

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“So, are you sure you want to be on that?” Sharon raised a brow at the other, always ready for some friendly competition.

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joselyn-p:

“Sorry?” Joselyn hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings, too wrapped up in her introspection to notice that someone had been speaking to her. “I didn’t realize you were talking to me.” Suddenly unsure, and definitely feeling idiotic, she added, “Were you talking to me? I’m afraid I was completely checked out.”

“Yeah,” Sharon gave her a small look, not sure how someone could zone out so entirely before nodding at the boxes before her. “I asked if you’d take one. It’s going to the town hall.” 

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west-sawyer:

“I’d rather you not interrupt my scenery here; but if you must, can you talk quietly? Don’t wanna scare the your future dinner now do you?” Sawyer wasn’t much for conversation, but was never ignorant enough to ignore others away. 

Sharon wasn’t planning on speaking to the man when he spoke to her, giving a word of warning of sorts. She raised a brow at him, giving a small shrug. “I was going to ask if you needed help.” She was bored and wouldn’t say no to another task, even if it was just getting food for dinner.