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Clarity is a Necessity // Victor & Bobbie

It’s been too long, but it still feels like yesterday. Victor’s mind has been a whirlwind of emotions for the first time in his life, and it left him reeling for clarity. It’s still very hard to find. He’s spent his time buying, selling, keeping himself as busy as possible. He’s slept with all of his old pit stops, spent the nights prowling inside and outside of the QZ, looking for answers. He’s yet to find any of them, but it doesn’t stop him from looking nonetheless.

He spots Bobbie, not too far off. Just as Victor always moves so gracefully, like a cat, Bobbie posseses her own feline features that make her incredibly easy for him to spot. Victor tucks his hands into his pockets as he approaches her, a fresh red shirt from the market. He figures it’ll have a longer shelf life if he gets blood spatters on it.

“Hello, beautiful,” Victor calls out, the smile only partially forced on his face. Despite her status as the bearer of bad news, Victor still finds comfort in Bobbie. After all, right now, she’s the only one he has left.

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A Meeting of Minds // Victor & Bobbie

He needs to find Bobbie. Victor checks the rooftops, where they normally meet up. He combs through the black market, even peaking into the bar to see if she was in there. Victor winds up roaming the alleyways, knowing that Bobbie will show up eventually. He isn’t disappointed much too later. It’s like Victor’s put out the bat signal when he feels the small hairs on the back of his neck rise up. Only one person can really do that without him knowing where she’s looking from.

“Bobbie, I’ve been looking for you,” Victor greets, knowing it’s her. No one else is so quiet in these alleyways. He turns with a smile on his face, knowing she won’t like what he has to say. He tries to keep his face apologetic as he speaks, knowing the outcome of this isn’t going to be favorable. Victor will try to play his cards right, but with someone like Bobbie, you never know. This will be their first argument, and part of him is very excited for it. Bobbie is always so calm, cool and collected, mostly because Victor does a good job of never being in her way. Today is very different.

“Victor’s sorry to say this is for business, and not pleasure. And I don’t think you’re going to like the business, baby.”

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Underneath the Shadows // Victor & Bobbie

He wakes up drenched in sweat. Victor blinks up at the stars above him, a shiv in his hand. The Georgia nights are still cool, but soon he’ll have to move in doors. His tank top sticks to his body and Victor’s hair flops forward against his forehead. His skin is pale and he wants to reach for his sunglasses to stop the night sky from seeing his vulnerabilities. It takes a solid two minutes for his breath to come in and out at even, steady bursts.

It was another nightmare. They’ve been coming quickly now, every since Nadine ran into his stall and Bobbie started her fun. He dreams, not often, but when he does they’re always nightmares. The soul-shaking, sweat-inducing sort of nightmares that would permit him from staying the night at a stranger’s house, or falling asleep somewhere strange. He had a nightmare, but this time, it was about Parker. Parker dying in front of him without Victor being able to move a single muscle. He strained, he pushed, but nothing. Like every single one of his nightmares, he was powerless to do anything. It’s perhaps the worst part of the entire situation, and Victor gets to his feet, checking his watch. 

It’s almost five in the morning, and now is a good enough time as any other to be awake. The sun will be up in a couple of hours, but Victor’s already breaking the law, so why not move. He’s not too far from the first exit that Bobbie showed him, and he gets dressed, shrugging out of the thin tank top. He uses the few dry patches to mop himself off before he hangs it over the edge of the lawn chair, giving it time to dry. Then Victor’s getting dressed in a button down shirt, climbing into his pants, and moves in the general direction of the QZ exit.

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Blood Red Spring // Victor & Bobbie

Victor sits back with a larger than life smile on his face. His machete is no longer but his side, and he’s down a shiv as well. When they sneak back into the QZ, he’ll need new clothing too. The light green shirt has streaks and brushes of life, here and there. He takes it off, not caring if infected blood gets near the button. He pulls out his swiss army knife, cutting the t-shirt into shreds. There’s enough left without blood for a good amount of rags, if he needs it, and the leftover scraps Victor uses as a washcloth of sorts.

Victor’s hands feel gummy, with the dried blood having dripped down to his wrists. He uses a small amount of water, and washes it off of his hands with a bit of scrubbing, thankfully. Another five or so minutes, it would have stained his hands much worse.

“That was nice,” Victor says, letting his eyes close as his head leans back. The couch has seen much better days, but it’s comfortable and not too scratchy against his back. She’s seen him in worse, so when Bobbie walks in, eyes trailing over him, and Victor just stretches out, letting her soak up the view. He looks a big cat when he stretches, graceful and slinky, and he blinks up at Bobbie, tilting his head sideways.

“Victor has not been allowed to paint like that in a very, very long time.” The voice is slightly quieter, but still there. Kill, it insists, more blood. Victor can ignore the urges for now, stifling it as he sits in a post-kill glow. Bobbie’s still got some blood on her, which makes her normally sharp features look even that much more vibrant. Blood looks good on Bobbie.

“If only our art could have been more... fresh. Alive before their cycle ended. It’s almost not fun without the fear in their eyes.”

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At War With The Sun // Victor & Bobbie

Victor’s head settles on a thought: kill. It’s like a little voice, whispering into his ear over and over again. First, Victor ignores it. He always could ignore it, distract himself. But the voice grows louder, more insistent. Kill, he tells himself, kill. It grows under his skin, it climbs into his head so it’s all he can think about. Kill.

He wants to kill Aiden. Killing Aiden would be a fair middle ground, bring him temper down. It would hurt Parker, which is just a bonus at this point, but Victor knows the root of his issue is simple. It’s Aiden. He doesn’t know where Aiden is, though, and the few times they have bumped into each other was purely on accident. Victor could check down by the cages, where he’s seen Aiden fight before, but if someone happens to be drawing blood when he gets down there... No, no. That wouldn’t be good. He still has use for Atlanta, and he needs to keep it that way.

He takes the back alleys, hoping that Aiden is stupid enough to be back there. All Victor needs is three seconds, that’s all it would take. There’s a shiv, flat against his palm in his pocket as he walks through. It would be so easy to kill him, so goddamn easy but - He hears a noise, Victor’s so hyper-alert right now he could probably hear a pin drop, and the shiv comes out.

“You don’t want to play with Victor today,” he calls out, “so come out.”

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Against The Odds // Victor & Bobbie

It’s a quiet Friday morning. With the sun barely in the sky, Victor heads out for an early breakfast. He decides to go for a day’s worth of dry rations. One, he can eat the hard biscuits and trail mix in the park, on a bench he’s taking a liking to. Two, it wouldn’t be good to get his stomach used to a large hot meal, only to have the food dry up or rations go on even heavier restrictions. Yeah, he got four rations this week instead of three, but Victor’s not a gambling sort of man. He’lll stick with the jerky and dried snacks.

The park’s fairly empty. There are a couple of kids loitering around before school, but other than that, Victor’s got the nice, balmly Atlanta air to himself. He’s been down south for a couple of months now, but he still can’t used to the humidity. His shirt sticks to his lower back, and the sleeves he has, rolled up to his elbow, feel damp with his sweat. Thankfully, his hair is still in place, but he’s going to need to find someone who can cut it for him soon. If this is what summer’s going to feel like, Victor’s going to be a very unhappy cat.

It happens suddenly. The sticky hair on the back of his neck stands up, and Victor feels eyes on him. He shifts, sliding his free hand into his pocket. The modified pocket he sewed has enough space for a single shiv without Victor having to worry about poking himself, and he grips the taped handle lightly. It’s not until he can see her face, out of the corner of his eye, that Victor relaxes, leaving the shiv in his pocket.

“You know, it isn’t very nice sneaking up on people like that, sweetheart.”

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Home Already // Victor & Bobbie

After an interesting day, Victor finds himself exhausted. He’s eaten, toured the Black Market looking for some cheap supplies, talked with Matt, and managed to make some new contacts for business. Just average survivors with no real affiliation but wonderful, wonderful businesses. A smuggler, someone who makes near flawless identification cards, and a smooth talker who seems to have a nice supply of ammunition. All in all, wondering boxes for his checklist. Supply and demand, baby.

After a day of socializing, he decides to go back to his rooftop “apartment”. He’s managed to make the roof somewhat his own, with a sleeping bag, a small campfire stove, two end tables that don’t match, and a small cache of supplies that he likes having around. For the first time since the outbreak, Victor feels like he’s made himself a home. It’s a strange, surreal feeling, but it’s there.

So when he notices a spot of fresh blood, accidentally dripped on the ladder up to his hoe, the smile falters on Victor’s face for the first time today. He climbs carefully and quietly, so as to not alert the intruder to his presence. He grips the machete handle in his teeth as he slowly climbs, knowing a slip up could be fatal. Not having a weapon ready could be far, far worse. There’s some more blood on the side of the grip, freshly split. Victor has to resist the urge to rub his fingers in it.

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A New Home // Victor & Bobbie

It's a very nice view. Bobbie leads her way, turning down side alleys and twisting through broken buildings Victor enjoys it all: collapsing humanity, tiny stretches of darkness, crumbling superficial decorations, and Bobbie's toned ass. She's his brand of crazy, even if he isn't crazy about all of that Hunter nonsense, and Victor's never been this intrigued about a person before. He knows so much about her - he studies the greats after all - but what he's learned through notes and patterns and beautiful art is hard to mesh with the flesh and blood person in front of him.

Bobbie rarely looks back at him, having the utmost confidence that he will follow her, and Victor finds it to be undeniably sexy. She stops, pausing for a moment, and looks up at a fire escape ladder.

"Need a helping hand?" Victor offers casually, re-rolling one of the sleeves on his button-up. No need to make a mess with mostly-fresh fabric.