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Hi everyone!! I've been thinking about setting up a TGCF clone week event for a while and have finally officially made an interest check form!! Please fill out and/or reblog, and I'll be leaving the form open until January 31st ❤️
An interest check for participating in a TGCF Clone Week event! Feel free to add comments and suggestions for what you would like to see. Id
Announcing Haunted Clone Week!
Happy to announce our second fan week event, Haunted Clone Week! It will be from October 23rd-31st and will be a spooky, paranormal, fantastical week! Designed to explore all the haunted and scary tales world wide through our favorite vod'e!
Schedule:
Prompt Submitting- July 16th-21st
Prompt Voting- July 23rd- July 30th
Posting- October 23rd-October 31st
Late Posting: November 1st-7th
-A broken eye socket, a concussion, a swollen and bruised and battered face... not to mention an ego thoroughly fucked and then stood up on the second date. Yeah, it's that kind of painful. Amir was one of the few brought to the hospital following the raid... and it's safe to say he regrets his decision to stay significantly more. He could have ran off and avoided this whole fucking mess. He still has an intense migraine and a foggy recollection.
At least the pain's been curbed with medication. It makes him feel a bit less bitter about what happened. Enough that he can think about Lottie's condition in the mists of feeling incredibly more sorry for himself. Maybe he ought to check on her, he muses, among others. Or it'll get him out of bed at least.
So the Engineer wanders around in his lovely little gown. Carelessly holding the back closed when he cares, and shamelessly flashing his deliciously round ass to the nurses when he doesn't-
He's been stalking them for days now, but they never give him a fucking chance.
Finding that trio of idiots once he'd finally woken up hadn't been all that hard, though keeping away from any of the other clones or mercenaries had been harder. But no matter how he waits, no matter what he plans, the three of them stick so close together he doesn't have the chance to make any sort of move.
Over and over he curses himself. How could he have let his moronic other self get the drop on him so easily? Why did he have to land in such a way that he broke all the rest of his molotovs, lost all his bullets save the one still in the chamber of his gun? And that one, he's saving. Randy told him to, and he knows why.
But he could have still saved it. It would have been easy. Even if he can't kill all three of them now, all it would take would be one, wouldn't it? He's seen how much his counterpart cares about those other two, and they care about him. Killing just one would be a devastating blow, and if his counterpart is the one he can get to, all the better.
But they never give him a fucking chance.
They're obviously alert, now. They never stray more than a few yards from each other, and even if one is out of sight of the other two, he knows they're still close enough that a single shout would bring the others running. He watches them, filled with disgust, as they sleep, huddled together for warmth and comfort, one of them always with their eyes open.
How dare he. How fucking dare he. He has this, not just one but two people willing to care for him, protect him, even after all he'd done to hurt them. And what does the clone have? Nothing. His own fucking allies have abandoned him, near as he can tell, and anyway they were as useless as everyone else in the end. They let their counterparts escape. They weren't strong enough.
He's pretty sure his broken nose is infected. His face feels swollen and he's long given up on breathing through it. And he knows better than to think that any sort of medical help will be forthcoming. They've lost, he can feel it, even before the day he makes his way close enough to the bases to see the tank and the men swarming the compound.
They lost. They never stood a chance, really. The things he knows now.
The clone pulls the gun from the waist band of his pants and stares at it for a long time.
He's got one bullet left. And he knows what it's for.
You'd think things would run more efficiently since the last attack. The explosion of the bases skewed or flat out took out some of the cameras. But most outside the bases still functioned perfectly and caught sight of everything fairly quickly.
The Administrator was less than amused.
But it still took as long as it did for him to respond. Why that is... the mercenaries aren't entitled to explanations. Though it's not impossible that the Administrator just doesn't care a whole lot. And that informing his superiors of this earned him more hot water than he cared to experience.
It's certainly not impossible that's the case.
Regardless the Administrator's S.W.A.T. team eventually flood through the area, having arrive by tank. They work to take out the fires left on the bases while spreading out in the woods to fin their targets. They've been informed that the targets are similar to the ones before; doppelgangers have invaded the base. Ugh. Wasn't this glitch worked out!? The whole system will need to be replaced at this rate!
Regardless the doppelgangers shouldn't look exactly the same. They're advised to use caution--to capture the clones and take them into custody. That way if they mistake somebody for the real deal... well they won't be shot on the fly. Because the last thing he wants is more trouble.
Once things clear up the mercenaries can pick through their belongings--what's left of them--and be ushered off the base. The local hospital will have fun with all these new injured patients. And the cheapest hotel in town will certainly have business for a while.
This is not going to do him any good.
Just so ya'll know we're extending the event until Friday evening due to the amount of requests to do so. Thank you for your feedback and participation!
This was ridiculous. Three, four days of searching and there’s no sign of that freckly little rat. He’s starting to get impatient, fed up with walking, and nearly out of food in his bag. Hunger isn’t on the forefront of his mind, an annoyance, really. He’s more than conditioned to go off of little sustenance. No, the whereabouts of his double is driving him crazy with paranoia. For all he knew, Liam could be dead, burned alive, starved in a creek, slowly being eaten by birds. All those things would leave him without that precious leather. And his best laid plans would be ruined; he might as well die right alongside the other Liam if that was the case. Yes the clone is dripping with melodrama as he treads over moldy logs and muddy slush, back towards the caves, in the hopes he’ll be lucky this time.
It’s then he hears footsteps, and he freezes, his ears and eyes alert for the source of the sound. The clone soon detects movement and frantically crawls underneath a nearby fallen log. He’s not taking any chances at this point, he needs to stay alive. Liam lies still, holding his breath as the steps gradually grow louder. He carefully pulls his pistol from his pocket, lifting his head up just slightly to have a look. What he finds…oh. Oh. OH. Hallelujah. It’s as if some sweet angel had heard his distress!! What luck! The bastard is literally yards away, oblivious and probably scared out of his mind. That Scattergun probably isn’t even loaded, the clone laughs to himself. Pepe is with him though, which could be a problem as he’s armed as well. Hmm. What to do. Two on one was not good odds. He needed Liam alone, he needed a way to separate them. Following them would prove too risky unless he really kept his distance. He could wait till night and kidnap him from wherever he’s hiding. Might backfire if they have other mercs keeping watch though.
Hmm.
Seemed his trick to get them out of the base worked like a charm. Perhaps sniping them here in the woods would make them scatter? He’d have to do it now before they get too far away. It was risky but dammit, he’s through with waiting.
Making sure he’s still relatively hidden, Liam raises his gun, aims it carefully, and fires at a distant tree. Then another. And another. The shots echo in the stillness, the only sound other than feet of the two mercs that have now darted off like frightened deer. The clone grins and crawls out from under the log before his own quick pursuit.
Clone Event: Schedule
So we haven't heard from anyone so far regarding if we should cap the clone event tomorrow evening or if we should keep the event running further. We saw that some people liked the post but we're not sure if we can interpret that as a 'yes'. So please let us know via reply or reblog if ya'll think we should cap the event tomorrow or if you would like more time. We're totally opening the extending the event further, but we also don't want things to drag out. Please let us know as soon as you can!
