#david:001

[wentzellroni]

@d-avidcorvin

“Hey asshole!” Voice carried over the empty plaza as she readjusted the backpack slung lazily over her shoulder, pushing sunglasses into messy hair. “Did you actually kill that bitch?” David was always the last person she wanted to call for a favor; and yet, as per usual ended up being the first. After all, a taxi home from the bus station seemed a waste of money. " I didn’t think you had the balls.”

[roniwentzell]

@david-corvin

A cigarette slipped easily between her lips as she shielded the flame of a lighter from the wind. Eyes refocusing on the man approaching the bleachers as she took a drag. The nicotine entering her system helped calm as far better than the time she had sat waiting for football practice to end. It was almost comedic the way teenagers bulldozed into one another in the name of sport. She’d been sitting long enough to forget exactly what Elsie’s offense had been this time, but it didn’t take much to set her off. “Hey asshole…” She blew smoke in his direction. “you know, you’re the only idiot I know who’d willingly go back to high school every day.”

[amsalexbashir]

Reunion

Closed for: @davxdalexander

Location: Outside Redwood

A week, it had been a week right? Since the gunshots stopped ringing out. Whatever had happened had been long over... right? Amsale's stomach had stopped growling days ago, leaving her with just a pit of emptiness. She knew she only had a couple days left before starvation would start causing her issues. She had to go out and find food. Whatever happened, it had to be people, maybe there was food left over from the scuffle. It wasn't a great chance, but it was the only chance she had.

So, she set out, throwing a coat over her shoulders and pulling the hood up over her head, making her way in the direction where she had heard the gunshots. She did her best at keeping in one direction, not wanting to risk losing her way back to the small house that she had been camping out in for about a month now, she couldn't risk losing that, she wouldn't have a chance to survive. After about an hour walk, she heard some noise, something struggling, animalistic noises, something small. Following the sound, she found a rabbit caught in a snare, she all but ran to it, taking out her knife and stabbing it just below the skull, killing it instantly and feeling it's body go limp under her touch. It wasn't something she enjoyed, felt squeamish about it, but it was food, and that was enough of a prospect to get her excited. Untying the snare from the rabbit's foot she secured it to her belt and continued on, hoping she could find another, something to make the trip more worth it.