#saefety

[legchomped]

@saefety  ❤︎ ‘d  for  a  starter  from  zach !

                              bag   is   tossed   into   the   back   of   the   truck                    without a care for it’s   contents :   a water bottle that was   half empty   ( that he   honestly   should have topped off )   and a  smaller   bag for   smaller   items that they may pick up along the way .    ❛    hey ,   andrea .    ❜       he stops what he’s doing ,   rests his back against the truck    &   crosses his arms over his chest .    ❛    you comin’   with us   today ?    ❜      friendly    chide  as she walks into view .

[andagony]

“   that’s  not  what  i  said,   ”       and  if  it   was,   it  wasn’t  what  he’d   meant.   chewing  on  his  words  hadn’t  gotten  him  as  far  as  he’d  liked  and  another  pointed  motion  from  a  rifle,  jammed  up  into  the  set  between  shoulder  blades  whispered  reminder  of  his  rewards.   for  stumbling  a  few  steps  further  than  he  ought’ve.   for  choosing  the  wrong  introduction.   traveled  further  south  than  was  safe.   electing  to  go  alone  when  he  had  a  whole  camp  full  of  people  ready  to  watch  his  six.   save  him  from  the  discomfort  of   explanations   he  couldn’t  rightfully  make  on  his  own.   not  when  she  refused  to  give  her  name  and  his  held  about  as  much  sway  as  saying  he  hadn’t  meant  any  trouble.   wouldn’t  hurt  a  fly  if  he  could  help  it.   save  for   that  one,   buzzing  around  his  head  for  the  better  part  of  the  last  half  hour.   boots  shuffling  a  disgruntled  pace,  propelled  onward  because  she’d  left  him  no  alternative.   over  toppled  logs  and  the  evidence  of  a  storm  run  through  not  long  ago.   nothing  that’d  reached  richmond,  thankfully,  but  worth  noting  all  the  same.   that,  somewhere  out  there,  were  people  undoubtedly  displaced  and  needy.   more  worthy  a  cause  than  whatever  this  march  into  the  thick  of  it  all  would  resolve  in.       “   i  wasn’t   snooping  around.   i  didn’t  even  know  you  were  out  here . . .  and  judging  by  the   warm  reception,   i  probably  wouldn’t  have  made  a  house  call,  even  i——— do  you  have  to  keep  doing  that ?   i’m  still  walking,  alright ?   i  got  the  message !!   me  prisoner,  you  captor !!   ay dios mio . . .   ”

                  @saefety  ———  that smol s. c. !!

[careol-arc]

@saefety liked

          ❛ you look like shit. ❜  expression remains neutral, but there is a teasing element in her tone.  she pulls the gate shut behind her before any walkers can get in.  it’s getting worse, the amount of walkers surrounding the prison.  they would have to figure out a way to divert them, or have to vacate the prison altogether.  carol didn’t trust the way things were headed here anyway.  ❛ useful, or was the whole run worthless in the end ? ❜

[lordnegan]

@saefety​ // sc

❝  Well godDAMN, aren't you just one hell of a badass? I am a thousand percent into the shit you are bringin' to the table here and for the record, I can respect the kinda balls it takes to stand up to someone like me just like that. But I can't have it. Nope. That is NOT gonna fly. --Unless you want some serious consequences for this shit, I'd take it down a notch  or two. Don't want no one DYING on account of trying to prove how COOL you are,  now do you?  ❞

[jcditha-blog]

* STARTER  CALL.   ,   @saefety​ 

lithe  digits  comb  through  andrea’s  golden  locks  and  wave  from  where  judith  sat  behind  her.   voice  soft  ‘neath  the  sounds  of  LATE NIGHT.  tranquil,   serenity,   and  rosy  lips  were  pulled  to  smile,   nonetheless.    digits  are  traded  for  the  brush,       ❛❛   your  sister  sounds  pretty  ..   ❜❜     and  in  moments  like  these,   where  the  world  of  TURMOIL   /   ACHE,    gives  way  to  conciliate.   and  she  can  breathe.  

 ❛❛   you know,  it’s  funny   ,  i’ve  always  wanted  a  sister   !   i  had  a  doll.              which,  i  mean,   you  know,     is  not  the  same  thing.   but  still.      UM.       what  was  your  sister’s  name   ?    mine  was  bonnie.            the  -  the  doll,   not  me.     ❜❜