#deputysaint

[noprodigalson]

                         one isn't necessarily born with courage,                           but one is born with potential. without                          courage, we cannot practice any other                          virtue with consistency. 

                                 we can't be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.

                                            indie FC5 deputy                                                written by exo 

[deputyscreed]

"ma'am, i respect you, i respect your decisions... but trying to lasso a bull for the testy festy is not going to end well for you."

@deputysaint // ( always accepting random asks! )

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“You taught me how to lasso Deacon. What kindof student would I be if I didn’t go out and try to prove I’ve learned what youshowed me.” She says, affecting a slightly higher tone of voiceand as innocent an expression as she can manage. It’s one that Deacon is goingto see right through and after a few moments of trying to maintain this farceshe sighs and lets the coil of rope drop to the ground between them. “What am I supposed to do Deacon? They need testys for the festy and apparently that’s nowmy job now.” Along with every other conceivable task they came up with.From finding prepper’s old stashes, to climbing a mountain for some eagle feathers –– the list ofabsurdities she had done for the sake of the resistance was getting more absurdand more dangerous.

This one mighttake the cake. Or the testicles. However, you wanted to look at it.  

She leans on the fence post, eyeing the bulls and cowsmingling in the pasture. They were hugeand she wasn’t keen on killing and then butchering one of them but if it helpedmorale for the Resistance then who was she to complain? Rook presses her lipstogether, considering how she could approach this problem before she slowlypivots on one foot, angling herself towards Deacon.

“You’ve lassoed bulls before, rightDeacon?” Oh she knows that wasn’t really his thing back in hisrodeo days, and she knows he knows that she knows, but she tries for it anyway.“At the least there’s someone here who’sthe most qualified between the two of us and I don’t think it’s me.” Hereyebrows twitch upwards and she smiles wide, all but saying the word ‘please’with her expression as she leans down to pick up the rope and offer it over tohim.

[0xa00001]

secreted away in the forests of holland valley, beneath a long-abandoned farm, dedsec pushes through the long hours of the night to build a propaganda machine to combat the seed’s own. and above that, on a hunting platform with scoped rifle close at hand, its leader sits alongside deputy saint with a sky full of stars brighter than all the lights of new york above their heads. hope county is clear of the smog and brilliance that bleed off the buildings of the city he calls home, with views that stretch to vanishing and a sky so large the structures beneath seem like ants.

it terrifies him.

james keeps his eyes close to the horizon, clinging to the ground like it’s the only solid thing that can ground him. and inevitably his eyes come to rest on the largest eyesore in all of holland valley: john seed’s colossal YES.

well, hate has always proved a virulent and effective distraction. things are peaceful for a moment. he’ll let enmity dissuade paranoia for now.

               “that’s one ugly sign.”

DEPUTYSAINT BECAUSE THE SALT TRAIN DON'T STOP

[ownvegas]

@deputysaint.

     two palms lift, as if they’ve got anything on warding off the beast that stands, huffing gently, only a few feet away. benny is eyeing deacon like he’s gone and chosen his ride out of honest, deliberate spite. ‘ hey -- christ, smooth moves, right? ’ 

[ezerkenegdc]

❛ that’s all that matters in the end. ❜

DEATHLESS     /      @deputysaint      /      accepting!!

  the slaughterhouse could not and would not cast off its true nature once her husband decided that it would be his place of worship.  that this place,  a place that has worn nothing other than death and decay as it’s second skin,  should be a place that salvation could be found.  it did not matter how hard the previous owners scrubbed the floors or how many layers they painted upon the flimsy steel walls,  that smell could not be erased.  especially to a newly pregnant woman.  yet, she still came to hear him speak and positioned herself two pews away from the front.  one hand on her stomach and the other covering her mouth. when the sensation became too much, she leaned forward and placed her head between her knees to help.  there was s blood stain below her feet,  guess that could not be erased either.

  a man began to yell from somewhere in the back,  a single voice that echoed around the room.  he shouted about how this place was a mockery to the true church and to God,  that everyone who sat in the pews was destined for the flames below.  his voice was not alone for long,  four or five more joined in with his.  a chant,  over and over,  they shouted.  it did not even feel as if a full minute had gone by before the shouted had stopped and replaced with fist meeting skin.  blow after blow was exchanged only three pews away from hers,  wood scraped against concrete,  fresh blood joined the stains.  she glanced back only once to ensure that they were not coming any closer. 

  as soon as it began,  it was over.  the sainly deputy wrangled the men into submission and showed them the door.  at first,  she thought that his vigil would not be necessary.  joseph was speaking the truth into the world and though it could be a difficult mess to swallow, it was not one that should entice violence as it did.  it should entice righteous anger against those who were responsible for the world being as it was and against those who idly stood by and let it happened.  there should be great sorrow too.  the beautiful world that they have come to know and love would all be gone.  many people that they knew would be gone too. some though,  thought that joseph was a liar though and for that deacon was a necessity.  each passing week as the flock grew,  the protestors numbers did too. 

  the message continued on for another thirty to forty minutes after the interruption.  she lingered and spoke softly with a few other women who cooed over the swell of her stomach for another ten minutes.  the protestors should have been gone by now,  right?  hannah looked to joseph to see if he was nearly ready to leave too.  her stomach was fully against her now,  she needed fresh air or she would be adding more to the floor.  he was currently speaking with an older gentleman,  both speaking with enthusiasm,  the elder looking even delighted to be having the conversation.  it was not a moment that she wanted to interrupt.  besides, the truck was only a few feet away from the front door.  what harm could be done to her in those few steps? 

  thankfully,  she did not have to find out because as soon as she stepped through the door,  and the pale moonlight washed over her skin,  deacon was by her side.  she assumed that he must have just returned from disposing of the protestors or patrolling the area for more.  whatever the case,  his gaze never seemed to linger on on shadow or one place for too long. “ everything alright? ” she questioned after taking a deep breath,  her lungs greedy for the summer air that was tainted with the smell of peaches rather than death. 

  “ for now. ”  he replied,  though it did not seem very convincing.  it was as if he did not even believe it himself,  but wanted to.  a moment passed before he remembered his manners, and repeated the same question back to her.  

  “ for now. ”  was her semi-truthful reply,  her hand pressing against her stomach, the nausea was lessening,  but it did seem to be taking its sweet time in doing so.  “are they gone? ” a twinge of anxiety tainted her tone,  but if he questioned her about it,  she would say he was hearing things.  everything was fine.  

   “ yes,  but they could come back.  they have been restless lately and have been lingering in the area more and more after I have made them evacuate the premises.”  this seem to concern him if the movement of his brow was anything to go by.  which was understandable.  he was kind,  and did not seem to take any pleasure in stopping the bitter arguments that broke out each week.  he was lucky he had not yet been seriously hurt in them.  a moment passed before he finally did look at her with a look that could rival any admonishing parent.  “ you shouldn’t be out here alone,  ma’am. ”

  she shrugged in response as if he was speaking of the weather. “ joseph will be out soon. ” that was no real way of her knowing that,  but he did not need to be made aware of that. “ i just needed some air. ”

   “ anything could happen in between then and now. ” he warned while reopening the doors of the slaughterhouse wide enough for the both of them to walk through.  the smell was like a brick wall slamming into them as soon as he did.  she could not go back in there.  she had just escaped!   

  “ i can’t go back in.  can you walk me to my car instead? ” hannah pointed to the one,  a beat up red truck parked slightly crooked under an oak tree.  it wasn’t far,  she could have made it on her own,  but for his peace of mind,  she offered.  

   he accepted and in silence they made the short journey together,  and even though it was short,  it quickly made a liar out of her.  as an acorn fell and hit the metal of the roof of her truck,  she jumped.  her mind rapidly played tricks on her and made her think that it had been one of the protestors wanting to have a second round at yelling abuses.  nearly right out of her skin,  she jumped an almost turned back around to go back into the church.  deacon had been right.  she should not have been out here alone,  she should have waited for joseph. 

  “ you alright? ” he asked for the second time that night.  this time though,  under all those layers or concern and manners,  there was a hint of humor.  

  “ yes.  all these hormones. ”  she tried to find the humor too,  but her heart still thudded in her chest and she struggled with calming herself back down.  an acorn,  it was only an acorn.  but what it had not been?

  “ and the baby? ” 

  “ making me nauseous,  but hopefully growing strong and will be far away from all of this violence when they decide to make an appearance in this world. ”  a true and candid statement,  probably the first that she had ever really spoken to him.  

 " that’s all that matters in the end, ”  he said,  that look of anxiety slipping away fully for a moment at the mention of the child.  he seemed to have a soft spot for little ones of all ages.  “  that they are safe. ”

[horrorempathya]

“   what  do  you  think  ,  deacon?   ”       faith  asks  softly  as  if  they’ve  always  been  friends  ,  as  if  he’s  a  connoisseur  of  gardening.     there’s  a  laugh  that’s  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue  ,  lacing  her  tone  with  happiness.      it’s  too  bright  here  ,  the  grass  far  too  green  ,  blades  tickling  her  bare  feet.     green  eyes  turn  away  from  the  sunflowers  she’s  gently  touching  ,  fingers  dancing  along  the  stems  ,  one  foot  moving  in  front  of  the  other.     ever  presently  graceful.     the  smell  of  bliss  is  strong  ,  this  all  too  sweet  smell  and  she  isn’t  really  there  --     but  she  can  be.

❯     FAITH STARTERS!     /     @deputysaint  ,

[heroesprosper]

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[iscariotsdeputy]

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    “Rook, can we please get the hell outta here?” Staci looked around the Wolf’s Den, keeping his attention in the form of short, unfocused glances. “I’m pretty sure Tammy. Wheaty, and everyone else here would rather see me in Hell than in their bunker.” 

    He started looking towards the exit of the bunker. “Please. Can we just go anywhere else that the Militia isn’t infesting.” Fuck. Stop saying that about them. Stop saying what Jacob would say. “We could just go get a drink. Sounds good by you? It sounds fuckin’ fantastic by me.”