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[litheandalert-blog]

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[provenleader]

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With a very unsure grin, he approaches the botanist with her hand held up for him to give her a good ol’ fashioned high five. With the grace that could compare to a lithe cat, he steps forward with his own hand up in preparation to have it meet with Claudette’s. 

But as fate would have it, even nature seems to hate him as he trips over an overgrown tree root, betrayed by the very thing that supplies him with the air he only seemed to waste. He lands on his face with every bit of dignity he has left, giving up on life then and there.

“…Yeah never mind I didn’t want to live anyways.” his voice muffled by all the dirt he just ate.

[agiitation]

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[calmspirited]

Oli’s best moment in Meadow so far: a flaming badger

[anoldsoldier-blog]

Starter for @botanyknowledge

A helping hand

The heartbeat got louder again but Bill remained silent, clutching his bleeding shoulder with his free hand, maybe, just maybe, he was lucky for once? Alas he was not. The next thing he saw was a tall, disfigured Monster and its sharp metal weapon that was swung at him. “Fuck!” It was too late to dodge, not that he didn’t try anyway but the cleaver still struck him and slashed open his side. With a loud cry of pain the old Body hit the floor and stayed there for a few moment, not long enough for Bill to recover from the immense pain. He was soon lifted onto the shoulder of the of the Monster. “I’m… too old… for this shit” protested the Veteran , half unconscious and started his efforts to struggle off of the Killers back.

But it was to no avail, one hook was just around the next corner and Bill wasn’t even close to get out of its grasp. The killer didn’t hesitate and pierced the shoulder of his victim with the rusty metal of the meat hook. Another cry of pain escaped Bills throat and he was dangling from the the torturing device. Heavily panting he stared the Monster in the eyes who stared back satisfied. With a lot of effort the survivor managed to lift one hand and… flipped the Killer off “Fuck you… sonofabitch” he pressed between his teeth, before the Murderer left to look for another victim.

For a moment the Survivor stayed motionless to gather some strength, then he tried to free himself from the hook. Bad Idea, the rusty metal just tore through more flesh and scraped at some bones. Grunting in frustration Bill stopped his efforts, he would only bleed to death faster if he struggled more.

[kindredbond-blog]

@botanyknowledge

   “Where are my gold star stickers Dwight?” A low tease lingers between them as a smile spreads across her warm features. She very well knows that the others need it to encourage them to do well, but what can she say? She likes being the star player.

   Benedict’s journal was lying open in his lap while he chewed away thoughtful at one of the pens his pocket protector had smuggled into the Entity’s realm--the last of its kind in a place like this, surely. He’d gotten so immersed in one of the later chapters that he hadn’t noticed her approach. Not until she’d decided his best use at the moment was: portable armrest. The sudden weight slinking across his shoulders, however, was several degrees less startling than the cocoa butter tone she puffs past one of his reddening ears. Shit. With a knee-jerk reaction, the journal slams closed between his knees as they jerk to stitch his legs together more conservatively.

   The pen top snaps between his teeth as he bites down just a little harder than necessary, tainting his mouth with the faint taste of ink. It must have come from a tiny hole his canine had drilled into the dispenser all for the sake of his fingernails that were still growing out from the nubs he’d made of them. Swallowing hard (and hoping the ink was a non-toxic mix) he steals a shy glance over his shoulder. Click. His glasses bump hers, and now both their frames are off-center. He doesn’t mind though. She looks nice from any angle. “Well you see, if I were to put all of the ones you’ve earned in here, there wouldn’t be enough pages for everyone else.” Scooting over in case she wanted to take a seat on the other half of the log he’d claimed for himself without David or Feng in sight to shove him off and claim it as their own perch, he smiles and guides her hand over the thickest patch of the Entity’s burns glimmering like a million tiny star fragments sewn into his shirt. “All of these are yours. You’ll just have to settle for checking me out whenever you want to count them." Once the gravity of what he’s proposed hits him, he sputters. “Y-you know! Checking out the stock. Which isn’t me. I mean, it could be...if that’s what you’re into.”  She’s not going to believe it’s not butter because his delivery is that smooth.

[itsdmod]

Penny for your thoughts

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Claudette has always been one of his best friends, if not one of his only friends. After all, he doesn’t consider everyone at the campfire to be friends, at least yet. There’s many things he loves about her, but of course not everything he thinks about her is good. He loves how nice she is, how she takes care of the others... but he hates how she’ll rush to save people even when the killer is there, because that only gets everyone in more danger.