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[domanders-blog]

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      ‘goodbyes are meant for lonely     people standing in the rain.’

[redfieldss-blog]

Conversation between two muses meme :)

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There was silence between the duo, it wasn’t that they didn’t know of eachother, because they did; it was for the silent fact that Claire was new around here, and even though Tommy had been here the longest, he still didn’t understand a thing about Claire Redfield. Other than, she killed Z’s too. (or infected as she called it) In the past week, he had really started to pick up on things. She had a brother, Chris Redfield, who often played the overbearing role of “older brother”. Sure, the two of them were supposed to be at the post, watching out for anyone who’d tried to get in but he wanted to break the tension.     “So, I heard that your brother likes to scare away any man within 5 feet of you, or with a pulse.” He adjusted the scope on the rifle, before glancing once. 

No reply. 

“So then,  wouldn’t  I be a problem” Long pause, but still. no reply. 

There was a long, drawn out sigh from the auburn haired woman. This kid didn’t know how to quit! How they ended up on the same watch post she didn’t even know. He was going on and on about Chris and Claire was close to walking away all together, when she heard.. 

“You’re not a man. You’re a kid, let me guess, 18? I really don’t think my brothers gonna need to shoo you away. “ 

                               Rude

“Okay but what about that Piers guy? He has a sniper rifle, he doesn’t look that old. I have a sniper rifle, I’m not 18, I’m 19.” He acted as if he was winning the case here. 

Her fingers wrapped around one of the bars that was holding the place up, and her face twisted into one of pure annoyance; 

“Piers isn’t 19, and a rifle does not make a man.. even though, his rifle is nicer than yours, but the BSAA has a lot to do with that. probably. “

   and besides, Piers wasn’t even a real issue in Chris’ eyes when it came to Claire. 

“fine,”

“whatever,”

[lostherchill]

          "          where's cassie? where's mack? why aren't           they with you?"

[domanders-blog]

+ slxngshot​

        "How did you manage to become         such a sharpshooter? You're pretty         good with that gun." 

[antiiviirus]

Okay so the main thing I like about how you play your muse is the fact I hear Murphy's voice in my head when I read your threads. ( I still owe you a reply ) but I love that you bring this air of, well /Murphy/ when you write and then some, because you also bring a little more that adds to how great he already is. I have yet to read verses cause I've been lazy but I only see great things when it comes to you and your muse. I can go on and on about this but In less words you're great at Murphy

OOC; well shit, you make me feel like you'rebuttering me up for something. man, oh man.we've talked a little, and you know that i'mreal worried about playing murphy, so thismeans a lot, because i want to do him justice.he's a complex character, that i think a fewpeople kind of ignore. most probably just thinkthat he is some kind of asshole, which he is,but there is a lot more to him if you watch him.when i was told that i should make him, i kindof freak out, like i do with most canons. thanks,i really mean it. it's nice to know that i doa good enough job that people can hear him talk.i hear this fucking in my head all the time.

[domanders-blog]

slxngshot replied to your post:⁂

/ this is good yes holy crap you wrote this well

oh my god thank you

[domanders-blog]

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      Dom fell to the floor after the bullet caught him, tearing through his shoulder       as blood splashed across the floor. His body hit the ground and his eyes lost       focus, fading to coal-black around him; a dark void.       When he came back around he noticed a boy standing over him. He could       just about see the figure of 10K, through frames of inky blurred vision. His       agony was fading as the blood drained from his shoulder — all the way down       to his arm. He felt the pain flow through into his chest instead, down to his       stomach; ripping through his abdomen. He was rapidly losing way too much       blood to survive — for him, this was it.       He wanted to be angry or scared; to feel what most people do when death       closed in on them — but more than anything he was relieved. He didn’t       have to fight any more; and that was enough for him to feel gratitude and       not let fear engulf him.       “It’s… okay, I know I’m… a dead man. Not… long now.” The words came       out in short, slow fragments; with heavy breaths as the words were forced       out. His speech starting to slur and his energy weakening.       “Hey… I hope — I hope you finish your mission.  You know… ten thousand       kills.” He just about managed a small laugh, before his eyes drifted shut and       this time the darkness remained.