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“Are you okay?”

✦ Injured/Injury Starters // no longer accepting !! @eapocalypse

                ❝ it’s nothing you need to worry about, ❞ vi insisted as she bit back a groan, the gash in her leg making it hard to stand---let alone walk. despite her pide, she’d had to lean against a tree for a small break, the distance they’d traveled taking more out of her than it should have. she looked away from clem, embarrassed at her temporary handicap and the way that she was handling it. it had been her own carelessness that had added insult to injury... and she could only be mad at herself in her current state.

               of course, clem was only trying to help... and as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she’d need someone to lean on if they were going to get back to the school before dark. and honestly, if she had to rely on anyone... she supposed the girl was one of her better options. ❝ ...sorry, ❞ she amended with a sigh, feeling she’d been a bit too snappy about the situation.  ❝ i’m just... i don’t know, FRUSTRATED. ---nothing again you, ❞ vi explained and took the arm that had been offered to her, before beginning to limp again. it made a world of difference.

                ❝ ....but if louis asks, i walked back on my own, ❞ she added as an afterthought.

[scldiered-blog]

@eapocalypse // sc.

     The walkers below them were NOTHING compared to what was said to be waiting beyond the walls. David needed to know what was happening so he could get an understanding of what was going on, staying crouched at the vantage point for a good while as he tried to figure out his next move. However, it was hard to focus with the feeling of eyes burning into the side of his head. He could sense the tension from Clementine the moment they had been paired off to look into this, David cutting his eyes at her for a few moments but didn't comment as he let out a sigh.

     “We want to get up there,” he explained, pointing toward the roof of the building across from them, “The number of dead below it is pretty bad, but compared to how worse it's going to get, we want to get through them all. Now, are you gonna TRUST me right now or am I going to have to worry about you putting that knife in me, too?”

[frightshot]

“He’s dead. I’m sorry… did you know him?“

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«ꜰʀɪɢʜᴛsʜᴏᴛ».   ❝ U-uh-- No-- No not really-- ❞ His voice quavered slightly, shaking fingers drawn to the fringe of his overgrown hair. He thinks she hasn’t noticed yet that it’s not the sight of the dead man that had him uncomfortable. But he had the fortune of her distinctive hat to remember, meanwhile he hadn’t used his old leg brace in years and his glasses had long fallen into disrepair. But to his uncertain fate, he knew his accent was slipping through in his anxiousness, ❝ Fuck, it’s not important. What happened ? Was he bitten ? ❞

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@eapocalypse liked this for a starter. 

It surely needed time to gain the trust of new arrivers. But since Clementine and AJ seemed to fit into their age category and Ericson Boarding School was supposed to be a safe haven for kids under Marlon’s leadership, he automaticaly gave him a little leap of faith. 

After he learned during an innocent game of cards what hardships she had went through in her past, he couldn’t imagine sending them away again. Still, he couldn’t allow himself to be too careless. For now, they got aong well. But if life would challenge them with new or old dangers, he was sure Clementine would always only safe the kid she took care of for so many years, like he would only save the people he was close with. 

So better get to know each other.

“ I know, it’s not even close to dinner time and therefore the next card game hasn’t started yet, but do you mind me asking you a few more quesions? I like to know the people that stick around. “ Marlon tried to make it seem like his duty, but sercretly he was just geniously curious.

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@eapocalypse ♥’d this!

        “  look, can we just, uhhh... skip the whole ‘i don’t trust you’ ‘you don’t trust me’ scene? i mean let’s be honest, it’s getting kind of old. plus it’s a HUGE waste of time. ”

[artsurvived-blog]

          HE  SEEMS  A  LITTLE  SHY  STILL ,  half  asleep  as  a  beam  of  sunlight  brushes  his  cheek ,  he  tilts  his  head  at  clementine  with  a  small  smile .   “  um ... hi ,  clem .   did ...  you  want  something ?  ”   there’s  a  pause ,  he  points  away .   “  aj  is  over  there .  ”          @eapocalypse .   call .

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    ━━ &  @eapocalypse​​​ *   MEME   /   ACCEPTING

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

Eric absolutely   COULD   and absolutely   DID   sing   ...   like , more than anyone would have liked him to, I think. He’s   musically inclined   , generally speaking, but with a lack of instruments around he was sort of backed into a corner as far as expressing that goes, so   ...   he sung. That was one of the first noticeable changes in him            around the time Rick’s group arrived, the house grew a lot quieter,   &&   now, after the war, it’s rare to hear a peep out of him as far as music is concerned. 

[bullshfters-blog]

@eapocalypse    RESCUED   !     /     CALL.

     ❝      All these alarm cars, it's like a puzzle.     ❞

Rich blues fall upon the cars, chipped paint and worn down machinery embellish the street. They needed to get across ; don’t disturb the dead men walking nor the vehicles with flashing lights. Don’t make a sound --- Don’t move : calculate. Hah. As if he was good at doing so ( act now   /   think later ). Fingertips grip at his melee weapon, ready to enter the battle zone.

     ❝     Watch out.      ❞