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[breakfromthemundane]

☻ - Favorite Blog I follow/Rp with

I don't like to state favorites because quite honestly, my favorites depend on my mood and so change at about the speed of light. I love the blogs from the Le Dochas Nua RPG I am a part of. As far as Independent blogs go, I really enjoy playing with soldiersnomore, insanecollector, and notthegoodgrimes (yes, I'm currently obsessed with twd verse). 

[afterwhattheydid]

viva la update.

[Taking my poor puppy dog to the park to run off some energy and then will be working on replies -- my draft box is getting a little full for comfort. Until I get my martinez threads up to date on the thread tracker on my main blog, here's a tentative list of what's what: 

I owe: Karen (soldiersnomore), Philip (insanecollector), Faye (Faye-Rivers), and Carol (cherokee-rose-maiden). 

Am owed by: Andrea (truthispoison), Philip (insanecollector), Carol (Cherokee-rose-maiden), Rick (notthegoodgrimes). 

Starters for Rosita and Karen in the works. 

Need to plot with Beth (little-songbird-greene) and Meghan (yourmovepumpkin).]

[bentxxnotbroken]

{Running for My Life} Charley & Phillip

Charley's entire body was beyond exhaustion. She'd never known the pain of losing something that was once a part of you until Sammy had been ripped right out of her hands and torn to pieces before her very eyes. She couldn't close her eyes without seeing his wide eyed, open mouthed screams that followed. She put her hands to her ears then, gun gripped tight in her fingers.

She then shifted it, pressing it to her temple. Her eyes were open wide. It  did no good. The horrific scene was something she relieved with her eyes open or shut. She swallowed hard. One squeeze of the trigger and it would all be over. She'd be with her family again. Or that was what she was telling herself.

Sammy. Evan. Her only true loves in her life. Ripped from her. She could do this. 

Her hand turned, tightening her finger on the trigger. Just a little bit more pressure. And that's when she felt the gun being pulled from her grasp, angled up and firing a shot into the air above her head. She was breathing heavily as she pushed herself to her feet. 

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" she shouted angrily at the man that stood before her.

[afterwhattheydid]

A Blind Eye || Philip & Martinez

Running his hands over his face, Martinez's face scrunched together, and he inhaled a long, rattling breath through his nose. Blinking he looked up, taking in his surroundings. The dark haired woman who'd showed him to a room had said the town was called Woodbury. She'd said there was a barricade, that the streets were safe enough for walking but not to get caught out in them after dark. She'd also told him to get some rest with something akin to sympathy on her face. 

He'd tried, laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling for God knows how long before he'd given up and made his way outside. Neither his body or his mind could handle the stillness. He wasn't sure how long he'd been on the road, the days and nights running together in a blur of Lucia's cries and the constant chaos around the highway -- 

Lucia, his baby girl. He pinched his eyes shut, murmuring a blessing of the dead under his breath. He knew it wouldn't help, but he felt his hands fumble for the creased leather wallet in his pants pocket. He bypassed the now-useless credit cards and pulled out the single photograph from inside. The backs of his eyes burned and a sad smile passed over his lips as he stared down at it. 

At the sound of footsteps on the asphalt, he snapped the wallet, shoving it back into his pocket, and spun towards the sound, hand fumbling for the baseball bat he'd left in his room.