#fourteentwdg

[lightinthedeepestdark]

High School or College :D you decide!

(Hm Let’s go with High School! XD I put it under a cut so nobody says “OHH TOO LONG FAGIT!" )(I forgot...these is no cut..*cries*)

Zac looked with narrow eyes at the asian girl who sat on the same table. She was always there in the library and read books. Well, normal activity for such an environment. Some people said that they don’t know her real name because it was hard to say. Hah, in this moment, some chinese music played in his head. But maybe she wasn’t even from China?"…Excuse me?""Hm???""You’re…starring at me since I got here..""Uhh…"Actually, Zac was just here because he had to pick up a book for his book report.Maybe he could say he just stared at the book…even though he already had a book already in his hands.”..I just stared at the book!..I thought of using it for my book report!""…A book..about cooking?"The young male swallowed. He never really paid attention on the book cover or the title but as he looked closer at the brown book it said “Cooking then and now". Of course the brown-haired guy couldn’t use that."…Maybe? Who.knows? Maybe the teacher will enjoy a good chilli?"The girl chuckled."Yeah maybe you get an A+ for the chilli then but not for the book report!""Hey! Who knows? Well..okay okay..I just stared a bit because I see you here sometimes and some people talk about you and…well I thought..why not talk to her one day?" She closed the book and put it aside while looking at the now nervously Zac."Okay…the first step is done.So who are you? I just see you sometimes with some other guys…""What?! Never paid attention on the school plays? Or when someone needed an guitar guy?? I am that guy!""Really?""Really really…I am Zac Haver… and you’re that asian girl everyone calles by a nickname because her name is too difficult, right? "The black-haired girl just cocked an eyebrow as the young male was stereotypical as hell."…Just call me Fourteen.""That’s a number…is that a lucky number for you in China?""I’m not chinese?!…I am korean-american..""Uhh..okay then…it’s a lucky number in Korea?"Fourteen sighed and rolled her eyes, taking her rucksack and getting up from the chair. This looked like they would get in a weird conversation or in a fight and this was the last thing Fourteen wanted to face in a library. But as soon as she got up and wanted to rush out of the library the brown-haired guy followed her."Ahhh noo don’t leave! Excuse me! I ‘m sorry! GOMEN!""Gomen is japanese…!""Yes I know and it’s actually the only asian word I know.""…are you making fun of me?"As soon as they left the quiet library, her steps got faster. He was truly a weird guy or was just one of these popular guys who made fun of people like her.Still, he followed her and as she glanced over her shoulder, Zac didn’t look like he made this because he wanted to embarrass her. "Listen! I didn’t mean to offend you, F-Fourteen. I’m just a big mouth when it comes to other cultures. I also do this with my girlfriend and she always tells me there are not only Natasha’s or Sasha’s..even though I still doubt that..",Zac whispered while scratching his chin.After Zac’s words, Fourteen stopped and looked suspicious at him. Her look made him scratch not only his chin but also his arm a bit as she finally smiled a little bit.”..You’re a bit odd,Zac…but at least I can REALLY see that you don’t make fun of me on purpose…""Oh well then let’s hang out?""Uh?""Well I want to know some stuff about you like…""Like what?"”..Are you good at math?""EXCUSE YOU?""Hahahha just kidding! Don’t hit me,girl!""You’re lucky that I have a good day…or else I would give you a hard karate chop""EXCUSE ME?""Hah…just kidding, Zac…just kidding…"

[shesnotcrazy]

Open RP for 2 new guests

Night crept up slowly and quietly blanketing the sky with its dark cloak littered with twinkling stars. Flipping the switch, Norman remembered to turn on the motel sign, and the light flickered to life.

With that done, he returned to his book: an essay by Freud. It was the same inky words of a dead man that had diagnosed him with his plethora of mental disorders. The exact same words Mother called filthy.

The hum of the lit-up motel sign and the flip of paper pages were the only sounds to fill the silence. A speech by loneliness, but that was something he was used to. However, the exaggerated silence was broken by the sound of footsteps. 

Norman got another cordial greeting ready and set his book down.

"Nice night we're having. Do you need a room?"

[lightinthedeepestdark]

Roadtrip// Fourteen and Zac

„I need to be faster! Fuck!...Faster!”, a young guy said to himself, trying to catch his breathe. Clueless, he ran through the forest. Running away from these walkers that saw him in front of this store when he tried to get some food. Luckily, the guy was able to get some food from there but had to leave necessary things there. “It’s still a fucking wonder that I still live! Goddammit! I need to fucking hide!” The young musician, Zac Haver ,was never more sure that he cursed in his life that much like now. After finally getting out of these death trap, the gym storage room of a school, Zac was able to run to a city nearby. He had the hope that there wouldn’t be as much of the bandits or THEM. But as soon as the brown-haired guy entered the city, he had to hide behind cars and trash cans. They were everywhere and blood was with them. The rotten smell of meat was in the air too, causing Zac to gag from time to time. This wasn’t his world but his biggest nightmare. Already not being the best survivor, he already had some cuts on his hands and some wounds on his wrists from these ropes that held him for a long time. His movement was pretty fast and he was thankful for taking Track&Field classes back in his middle school years. But other from that, Zac was not survivor material. He couldn’t handle a gun nor normal blades. The store he found then was at least a bit useful for him. Some can food, a bit bread and water is what Zac could find. Also some other clothes and a bag. As Zac wanted to leave the abandoned store he realized…that he was suddenly fucked. More than 5 walkers were in front of this store, ready to just bust in and drag him in a corner. Nervously, the young musician looked for another way out and found a backdoor that leaded to the trashcans. “No…not trashcans again…”,his face changed to a disgusted one as he smelled the rotten food inside of this. He wasn’t that desperate to eat that…but if times would be hard…maybe he would even consider that one day? The darkness of the night made it hard for Zac to see anything outside in the already dark alley and accidentally, he stepped on glass as he was almost out of the alley. All eyes were on the young teenager now and the first thing that came in his mind was: “RUN!” And so he did. Zac ran through the city, regardless of the noises he made. Just away from these things, just away! Even as he reached the entrance of the forest area, he felt like being chased from something or someone. But nothing was behind the guy. His mind may tricked him? Now he stopped as he saw some cars. Some were broken but some seemed pretty useable. “Shit…still have no license…man….”, was his only thought. But in a world with no rules anymore…was it even necessary to have a license for a car? While shaking his head, Zac went to the nearest and most useable car he saw and checked if he could open the doors somehow. Surprisingly, they were just closed in the back. “Huh..so..the front doors still open…maybe the keys are around here too?” Trembling fingers rushed through the seats of the car, looking for keys to get out of here. But nothing there. His eyes nervously looked at the window, checking if some of them were near but instead of them he found…a sleeping woman on the backseat. “…What the actually helll?!” While trying to swallow his surprised and load voice, Zac looked closer at the woman. Was she really sleeping?Or dead? OR BOTH?! Maybe his mind tricked him again and it was just an illusion.Carefully and with slow movements, the male pulled out a flyer that was next to his seat. A flyer of…asian food? How ironic. “Hey….asian…chick..are..you..alive?”,his smooth voice hissed to the black-haired girl, trying to see if she was just asleep.

[madhatterohogwarts]

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“Why thank you!”

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[madhatterohogwarts]

"I kill only when I have to. But if I had to kill you...I'll make sure it's quick. As quick as a cutlery can do to a person, anyway. I don't want to see screams and pain." Fourteen shook her head with that.

“Heh, really? That’s probably the nicest thing someone could ever do for me~” 

[madhatterohogwarts]

What do you see in my fortune today?

Fred’s eyes went blank as stared forward into space, reciting the fortune that came into view. “I see… a loss. You lose the ability to speak or communicate in any fashion. Not even a pen and paper does you any good.” A deep breath snapped him back to reality, then he regarded the girl curiously.

“Do you accept this fortune?”

[medicalxperspective-archive-blog]

fourteen-twdg replied to your post: I'm sorry for my absence on here.

// Welcome back :) I was busy with stuff and thangs too no worries X)

((Aw, thanks! <3 Welcome back to you as well! Y WE ALL SO BUSY? xD))

[medicalxperspective-archive-blog]

Nurse Me (even though we haven't interacted much...>.>)

“Katjaa!”

The Belgian perked up at hearing her name, and turned to see Lee and Kenny approaching her. They weren’t alone though, because as the vet looked in Lee’s arms, she saw a girl with short black hair, and a horrible gash on her head.

“Ken; Lee, what—”

“We found ‘er not that far from the inn,” Kenny explained.

“She was barely conscious when we found her…”

The unknown girl groaned a little in Lee’s arms.

“Do ya think you could patch ‘er up, hon?”

Katjaa sighed, her lips on her worn face turned downward in a frown. “I’ll… See what I can do…”

She inwardly cringed at remembering what happened the last time they had brought in an injured man from the woods… He came back and tried to eat her!

After Lee laid the barely conscious girl down on the tailgate of the truck, Katjaa walked over and looked down at her. She tensed a bit at feeling Kenny and Lee hovering over her shoulders. Glancing back that them, she calmly spoke.

“I work better without an audience,” she knew they wanted to be cautious after what happened last time, but it was be fine. “I’ll be alright, I promise.”

Finally, the two men left to do different things, and Katjaa grabbed a few medic kits. Opening she got out a few things she needed, and set to work. The wound in the girl’s head was quite deep, and the Belgian had no idea how the girl managed to acquire such a gash…

Either way, Katjaa would do what she could for her, and hopefully keep her from losing too much blood. The last thing they needed was yet another survivor dying on them.

The work was long and tedious, but eventually, Katjaa managed to stop the seemingly river of blood from pouring out of the raven haired girl’s head. With that taken care of, she cleaned the wound as gently as she could, as so not to cause the stranger too much pain.

She didn’t get much of a reaction out of the girl as she cleaned the wound, but that was probably just because the Korean-American was out of it. She’d lost so much blood apparently, that she was light-headed a loopy. She kept nodding in and out, but didn’t react to much of anything. Perhaps she didn’t even know what was going on…

Nevertheless, the Katjaa continued to focus on the injury and worked on stitching up it up. She did all she could to numb the pain, but she wasn’t sure how long it would last. She would have to work quickly. So, she did. Well, she worked as fast as she could while still doing a decent job.

She thought she’d be used to this by now - patching people up and whatnot… But honestly, she wasn’t. When it came to injuries like this, she only ended up stressing herself out. But she was the only medic… And she was only a vet. Pets and animals were one thing… But when it came to having to actually patch up people… Well, sometimes it felt like more stress than she could handle.

In probably somewhere between thirty minutes to an hour, she was completely finished, and she heard a voice coming from behind her.

“How’s she looking?” It was Lee.

Glancing back to him, the blonde sighed, and stepped to the side so he could see.

“I’ve done all I can… I sewed up the gash in her head, but there really isn’t anything I can do about the pain…”

“It’s alright, Kat,” Lee said reassuringly. “You did what you could - you’re only one person. You did a good job.”

As worn out as she was, Katjaa smiled ever-so-slightly at him, and nodded lightly. “I guess so…” she looked back to the girl. “I think it would probably be best if we took her into one of the empty rooms and let her get some sleep…”

“Right,” Lee nodded, then moved to pick her up.

“Be careful,” Katjaa murmured, and Lee looked back at her with a light smile. “Don’t worry, I will.”

After the girl was secure in Lee’s arms, he went to take her to one of the empty motel rooms, and Katjaa followed close behind him. She just wanted to make sure that she knew that room he put the girl in, and that she was comfortable.

Upon entering one of the rooms, Lee laid the stranger on the bed, and stepped back to let Katjaa tuck her in. The Belgian woman really couldn’t help it. Her motherly instincts were kicking in and the girl needed to stay as warm and comfortable as possible.

The girl appeared to be soundly asleep, but, just as the two were about to leave the room, they heard the girl mutter something, moving back to the bed, they looked down at her.

“What… Where am I?”

“You’re here in this Motor Inn with the rest of our group,” Lee spoke. “Don’t worry, you’re safe here.”

“But you need some rest,” Katjaa added in. “I fixed up your wounds, and they need time to heal.. Besides… You must be exhausted…”

“But I don’t—”

“Don’t worry, we’ll explain everything to you once you get some sleep.” Lee spoke. “Just try to get some rest for now, alright?”

And with that said, the two adults left the room to let the eighteen year old get some much needed sleep.

((Ah……. This was terrible, I’m sorry. Dx))