#bulletsandarrows

[pinion-shafts-and-flanges]

"Aren't you a little young to be working here?"

“I’m 18. Gonna be 19 in January,” she replied, looking over the other woman. “You don’t look much older than I do.” 

[krankenklaus]

Pro: Hella cute. It's a good memory to have. Con: Will probably ask questions I won't answer.

“I don’t see how curiosity is a con.” 

[sniper-rifles-and-tea]

@bulletsandarrows liked this for a starter 

“Alastair- RED’s new Sniper, at your service.” The Brit tipped his hat at the women in greeting and hoped his smile was friendly enough. “-just got transferred here. You wouldn’t happen to know where my room is would you, Miss...?”

[je-deteste-mon-travail]

"Hey, Spook, could ya do me a favor?"

@bulletsandarrows

“That would highly depend on what the favour is, Madame.” The Spy replied, eyes traveling up to look at her. He cocked his head in a curious manner as he waited for her reply. Nero was more than happy to aid a fellow teammate, however only to an extent.

[fadedprophet]

Shelter and warmth || closed

@bullets-and-arrows

Chuck hadn’t left his house ever since it .. all started. Once people started going insane, he’d taken all the wood he could find and barricaded his windows from the inside, had shoved a drawer in front of the door, another against the back door and tugged all the curtains shut in hope of surviving like that. 

He had curled up on the couch the first night and barely ever left it since then. He didn’t eat much, didn’t even drink much; he just sat there watching the door, listening to the moaning outside and trying not to think about what’d happen if they found him inside of there. 

After a few weeks, he’d moved upstairs, too scared to be so close to the door and actually hoping to be able to escape via an upper window if he had to. He’d curled up on the floor against his bed, a blanket wrapped around him and a few of the cans he had left stacked up next to him (Chuck had always lived on cans, so he had plenty stocked up in the basement by the time the virus spread out.) 

Some nights he dared putting a little candle into the window, hoping for someone to find him that way and maybe save him, but only on calm nights like this night. He hadn’t counted how many months it’d been, but he knew it’d been like this for a very long time and part of him had given up hope already. 

[thedevilwearsabalaclava-blog]

"Well, this is awkward. For you."

Send me, “Well, this is awkward…” and I’ll generate a random number [1-30] to see what my muse’s reaction is to your muse catching them… 

14. Throwing an object across the room out of frustration.

It wasn’t a normal occurrence for the Frenchman to show extreme amounts of emotions unless they were needed to prove a point. This was one of the those rare times that something got under his thick skin. And of course, it wasn’t pretty sight. There he was, destroying his own story from grave news. He needed to release everything strong emotion that plagued his mind and venting with violent action was the fastest relieve.Being so caught up in a frenzy, he didn’t notice the other’s presence til he threw a rather large book towards the doorway. 

[exsecutorem]

@bulletsandarrows

“I can’t have my way a hundred percent. You’d be wearin’ the other half of the pants.”

[howdthatturnoutforya]

"Tink!" The sniper practically crashed into him. "Oh, shit, sorry. Listen, you got a fuse I could use? I'm building a thing and I don't have the parts I need."

“What kinda thing?” Roy asked, not overly fond of letting someone use his things. Even something as trivial as a fuse.