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[nicholas-wolfwood]

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“....How the hell can you look so much like me an’ still be a fuckin’ weenie?”

[queendestined]

                 “  I  have  a  lot  of  information  on  a  lot  of  things  ,              you’re                   going  to  have  to  be  more  specific  if  you  want  me  to  help  you  ”  .

          Usually  ,  her  people  skills  were  better  :  usually  she  was  less  short  and  to  the  point  ,              but  then  again  ,  she  hadn’t  spoken  to  a  person  regarding  business  in  a  long  time  .  This  was  something  her  mother  usually  handled  ,         but  she  obviously  couldn’t  let  her  handle  this  (  not  that  she  would  ,  for  obvious  reasons  )  .

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[spiderantsandbullets]

You are loved

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Morrie, Nick Ramos, and Avery.

[reanimus-archive]

@reanimus

☮ - for my muse to kill or incapacitate someone trying to hurt your muse

          All throughout this damn apocalypse Nick has been shoved, kicked, shot at, and beaten from those that thought him to be weak. He was alright with it, in the end he’d find a way to get what he wanted without necessarily having to retaliate back. He didn’t like violence and often tried to go with the option that had the least amount- this time he couldn’t. This time, he didn’t want to.

          He was trying to find her, trying to let her know that the plane was ready, but he couldn’t locate her in the area he was certain she’d be in. So he had to track her down and when he finally found her, she was in a dangerous situation. There was someone attempting to hurt her; to kill her. They sounded upset and Annie equally so. When he saw the other party reach up and smack her to the ground, her yelp ignited something inside the mechanic and he only saw red. He had nothing to help him in a fight but his fists and yet he still charged in with the might and rage of a bull. 

          He rams into the bastard that had hit Annie and down the two go with Nick on top. He punches, he slaps, he scratches, and he tears at whatever his hands could get a hold of. How dare they! Trying to kill someone he cared about and was desperately trying to keep alive- how fucking dare they!

          It’s only when the man beneath him is beaten beyond recognition does Ramos come out of his burning state, and when he does, he’s frightened. Obviously he’s the one that did this, but it scared him just how strong he was. Standing up and wiping his hands off on his coveralls, he turns to Annie, his brown eyes shining with concern.

          “Are you alright? Did he injure you?” Did I traumatize you?

         There's an ugly bruise starting to bloom along her left cheek, she can feel it forming already under her skin like every morning when she has to stick the needle in. Her fists are clenched, impotent, empty. Fuck, she hated being unarmed. It was worse than being naked, worse than crying in front of a complete stranger, worse than a dead head coming straight for you. Most of all, she hated the sound she made when her assailant knocked her on her ass. That pitiful little yelp, half pain, half surprise. Annie hadn't seen it coming. With all the world falling to ruins around them, why would another illegal care about some stupid bounty? Didn't they know what it was like to have crosshairs on your back? Served her right for trusting someone she didn't know.

         She didn't even try to get up. If they were going to take her to some creep in the back of a windowless van, Annie planned to make it as difficult as possible for them. She was a fighter, and she planned to fight. That is, until Nick came out of nowhere and tackled this asshole to the ground. How long had he been here? Gravel dug into the palms of her hands as she scrambled out of the way, lips parted as she caught her breath. A weapon. She needed a weapon. All that was around them were abandoned cars, broken shards of glass too small to make a knife, and fast food trash from a world that no longer existed. The spray of warm liquid across her face brought her attention back to the fight at hand-- Jesus fucking christ Nick was going to kill this guy, but she didn't stop him. The sound of flesh hitting flesh paralyzed her, and she didn't know what to do. The more he hit him, the safer she felt. Was that bad? No. That was survival.

         When he was done, Nick got off the guy, bloodied, panting. It took her a full thirty seconds to realize he was talking to her, to tear her eyes off the bloody mess that was her assailant's face. "What?" She stuttered, gaze shifting to the mechanic. "I'm fine. Come on, we have to get the hell out of here." But where would they even go?

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[nicholas-wolfwood]

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CUE HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING WHY ARE THESE NASTY PEOPLE CHASING HIM?!?!?!!

‘C’mon, jus’ blow all their heads off! You know we can do it! Yer fuckin’ embarrassing!”

[spiderantsandbullets]

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Morrie laughs brightly, grinning and applauding before practically skipping over to stand on tip toes so she can press a kiss to his cheek.

“Aw dun b’ like ‘at sweetheart, ‘at was great! Ya got some cute moves! Dunno what it is but jis about everything ya do is th’ sweetest shit, ‘ow ya do ‘at?” She’ll loop her arms around the back of his neck and lean against his chest, far too amused and delighted to let him escape her just yet.

“Would it b’ better ‘f I danced wit’ ya?”

[queendestined]

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                                         “  Je  ne  ferais  pas  ça  si  j'étais  toi  !  ”

          She  shouted  at  him  ,  eyeing  his  antics  from  across  the  road  ;  covering  her  head  with  her  bag  in  an  (  admittedly  poor  )  attempt  to  avoid  being  drenched  in  the  rain  .  She  hadn’t  expected  to  find  a  survivor  amongst  the  hordes  of  zombies  ,  hadn’t  really  wanted  to  (  truth  be  told  ,  Rhoslyn  wanted  to  have  some  time  alone  ;  to  collect  her  thoughts  )  ,  but  she  had  now                   &  &  her  worried  nature  quickly  kicked  in  .  After  all  ,  she  had  always  cared  far  more  about  other  people  than  she  had  about  herself  .

                                         “  Government’s  got  it  wired  up  ;                                           you’ll  blow  yourself  to  shreds  if  you                                                               tamper  with  it  !  ”

[spiderantsandbullets]

“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

“Ngh. Can’t ‘fford three days ‘n ya know tha’. Ain’t got time t’ play nice wit’ m’ body.” She’s not trying to get up right now, mostly because she doesn’t want to pass out and hit the floor again. If she’s asking her people to push themselves she’s doing the same or more, usually more. Too much this time apparently because she’d ended up smacking her head on the ground when she’d fallen and now she had a bloody head injury on top of complete exhaustion.

“Can’t ask em t’ do what I can’t...”