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pennyxblake replied to your post:"Hey, Carl? I got a favor ta' ask ya"
"Well I got one more night left as a person an I just….I wanted…" she’s blushing "Maybe you’d, I dunno, help me waste time till morning?"
What was she getting at? She just carried on with half thoughts. "You're not telling me any of the answers I need, Penny. What are you talking about? Waste time doing what?"
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Carol turns into the cell, pausing in the doorway a moment before letting a small sigh pass her lips. As she seats herself in the corner she nudges the girls leg with the tip of the rifle, "Penny?". Her voice is low, calm but with the edge it takes on when she's irritated. "Penny." Again. A little louder. She eyes the cuffs around the girls wrists, too much? No, a necessary precaution. "Penny? Are you with me? Come on, sweetie, wake up now". These blackouts were becoming a problem.
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Black as pitch. Tar drizzled over her humanity like toxic fudge on ice cream. She isn’t aware of what set her off this time. Maybe she’d just fallen one too many times, maybe someone talked badly about her father, whatever it was this is the result.
Her arms are bound in chains against the wall and her head lulls to the right. Penny was making noises but nothing intelligent, just the common place walker moans. The rifle nudged her, she stirs. The shackles holding her tighten as the girl tries to grope out towards the voice.
Foggy dark eyes that had once been brilliantly blue green blink open to settle on Carol’s face. More wheezed moans and half attempts to get out. Her body began to jerk with such desperation that a few bones snap- then…. Some unexplainable thing happens.
"Sh-sh-should’a killed me" she sputters and the fight drains out of her. Penny is limp again.
Carol draws a careful breath, straightening up in the chair as she watches the girls faltering grunts and shuffled movements. Still gone. It was a sight that made her uncomfortable to say the least; she was a sweet girl, had her issues like any other but slowly she was -even if she'd never totally admit it- beginning to see her as more human every day. Then things like this happened, episodes of gnashing jaws and clawing hands and she was thankful she'd retained enough rational thought to carry handcuffs about her person wherever Penny was concerned for exactly that reason.
Her lips press flat with disappointment, betrayed by the flicker of pain in her knitted brows. Carol exhales slowly. Words...At last. It's a little relieving, but a pang of guilt crops up in her stomach at what she says, or rather spits, because though she wouldn't say it to the girl it seemed she already knew the thought that raced through her mind. Penny was a danger. She knew it when she first found her but she gave her a chance. She took a risk. And one that was now proving to be a result of her ignorance.
Unable to tell if the girl was back in the land of the living her eyes found the floor, shuffling the rifle on her shoulder and getting up from the chair, moving toward the door of what she had dubbed Penny's 'holding cell' -for obvious reasons- and pulling the privacy blanket across. A few steps was all she could manage before she let herself fall back against the grey bricks, eyes closed and jaw locked as controlled breaths drew in and out. Maybe she was right...She was a risk...It wasn't the first time it had happened and Carol highly doubted it would be the last...Maybe...maybe...
#IS THIS A MANIP?#because pft she looks so uncomfortable#'oh my god you just smell so good'#'don't eat him don't eat him don't eat him'
//Yeah xD It's a manip. I don't know why there aren't real photos of them together, they practically sat on top of each other before.
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He wasn’t sure if Penny had ever been to the zoo before - not that there was much there to be entertained by anyway. It was the thought that counted, right? Blue eyes shifted from the first cage to the second, eyeing the walkers that were trying to get through the too-thin separations between the bars to get at the dying animals before leading the girl into one of the enclosed buildings. It wasn’t the most extravagant display of nature, but there was something calming about the sleeping red panda behind the glass.
At least… that was what he was going to tell her was going on. He could only hope she’d believe him if she didn’t know otherwise.
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*picks them up and throws them back* Stop it awesome Daryl. You are awesome too.
"G-g-g-got bit" it's hard to explain when she's horrified. The woman hadn't raised her weapon yet but Penny was sure that wasn't far off. "Daddy k-kept me. T-t-turr-r-rned" big milky eyes drift down to the gravel as she picks a few stones off her skin "Milton br-brought me b-b-back. A-c-c-cident." She bites her lip, frowns, looks up at Carol imploringly "no danger. I'm l-learning. Please help. Scared."
She’s a walker
She’s a walker
Carol is well aware that she’s gawping, with her brows knitted in appalled confusion. B-But walkers die, they’re dead, they don’t remember anything they aren’t people she’s not his little girl anymore she’s no ones little girl.
The papers drop from her hand as she takes a feverish step back. But she talks, she moves, she’s aware.
" I-I don’t…I’m sorry, i don’t think i can-…"
" Who are you? Penny, Penny who? Where’s your daddy and this, Milton? How- "
Too many questions. Let the girl get her breath. And she does, but she doesn’t help her to her feet. She doesn’t appear to be terribly articulate but Carol isn’t satisfied with what she knows enough to make any big decision.
"F-f-fine" to be honest she couldn't feel much any more which was a good thing when it got too cold or too hot but a bad thing if she wanted to keep an eye on all her limbs. Thank God she hasn't started falling apart to that degree yet. "Th-thirsty" her fingers fly to her throat to communicate better what she had trouble articulating.
She doesn’t stop watching her, she moves differently, and it isn’t helping her suspicion that she’s bit. A drink? Carol -still with gun in hand- rumages in one of the bag for a bottle, she finds one, half full and holds it up, taking a few steps towards her.
” You wanna drink? Here, catch ”
With a light toss she throws the bottle to her.
” You sure you’re ok? What’s your name? “
