#thedriiver

[myriadxofxmuses]

If you receive this, you make someone happy. Go on anonymous and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or some that you think need cheering up. If you get some back, even better.

[amongthedeities]

"So you think you got it all figured out?" To anyone

★𝒵𝑜𝓇𝓎𝒶 𝒱𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓃𝓎𝒶𝓎𝒶★

“I ALWAYS have it figured out. You learn this.”

She looked at the wet clump of coffee grinds and motioned for him to sit down.

“Some of this, you know. Your life has not been easy.”

[emmaxmeyer]

"I’m sorry, who are you?"

RP STARTERS BASED OFF OF 2012 ROLEPLAY.  

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“Well, that’s a pretty loaded question. Depending on how much you already know...or don’t know. But, we’re family.”There was no denying that.

[emmaxmeyer]

🎁

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Emma’s little hands held out the small, poorly wrapped box.

“Matty, I know it’s not much… but I saw it and uh, I thought you’d like it.”

[diiscordia]

Test Drive

Starter for @thedriiver. 

         He was pretty to look at, but that didn't say much about his capabilities. Then again, looks could be deceiving. She herself had started out as a getaway driver, before she'd learned how to steal cars. It was important to learn one skill before the other-- once you stole a car, you had to know how to get the hell out of dodge. Of course, not all errands would be exercises in escape artistry and insane stunts, but any monkey in a taxi cab could take someone from point A to point B. She needed someone who knew what the hell they were doing when things inevitably got dicey.

         "So I undahstand ya got some excellent references, but I really think it best to test things out for myself. Whaddaya say? Wanna go for a ride?" A single raised eyebrow to gauge his reaction. Maybe he wouldn't want to do a test run, but it was really the only way to make sure. It was imperative to see if he could keep calm under pressure, if he would stay loyal and get the job done when the pigs were five cars deep and Batsy was grapple-hooking his ass from building to building like some deranged trapeze artist (which, really, was her own job). It was a lot to process, and the job wasn't for just anyone, despite how highly recommended he came. "I need to know I can rely on you in a pinch. Sometimes, workin' for me, things get a little crazy."

[emmaxmeyer]

thedriiver replied to your post “ooc:  I haven’t been around much as I’ve been sick. Right now I’ve got...”

(つ•̀ᴥ•́)つ*:･ﾟ✧ pubescence

// C - is that the pedo bear?????

[emmaxmeyer]

@thedriiver

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 Emma stepped over to him where he stood, where he watched the survivors putter around in the store. There were likely on a supply run. And in truth, Emma and him were on a run of their own. Just not for supplies. For blood, and power.

  Her fingers brushed along the back of his shoulder blades as she looked over to him. The tiniest hint of a smile gracing her pale features.

  “Wanna have some fun?”

[maggie-greene-archive]

JSS

The Driver:

@maggie-greene​ color coded starter

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The driver’s boots clicked against the sidewalk as he walked, hands in his jacket pockets, and his blue piercing eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. It was a rare sight to see the ex getaway driver out and about. He was a loner at best, the only person he really spent time with was Alice. He felt that he might have another break down and hurt someone. So hence why he was a rarely seen. The driver was only here because Alice felt safe here and that’s all that mattered to him. The driver grabbed the bronze doorknob and as he was about to turn it he felt like there was something off. So he turned around on the deck and looked around. Yeah, something wasn’t right. Curiously the driver left the house and went walking around. He was nearing the gate when suddenly a man appeared. What was odd about this was that he’s never seen this stranger before and the fact the stranger wielded a knife and had a red ’W’ smeared on his forehead.

Suddenly a few more strangers appeared, all having weapons and the same mark on their forehead. The first guy lunged at the driver and as he did the driver went into fight mode. Easily tripping the stranger who fell to the ground. Once there, the driver kicked his head in. But while he was busy doing that he neglected to notice the strangers accomplices who both charge at him. One of them managed to stab the driver in his lower abdomen. He reacted by grunting and grabbing the strangers wrist in attempt to get the knife for himself.

         Maggie had been discussing plans to start farming in Alexandria when the attack started. The sudden screams as Joseph, who had been standing watch just above them, fell to the ground, his body engulfed in flames. It was a split second for the farmer’s daughter to process the violence that she was looking at. It was an attack. They knew this might happen—it was why they had started watches in the first place. Maggie drew her gun and started moving, Deanna close behind her. The enemy was already inside their walls.

         They rounded a corner just in time to watch some stranger with a W on their forehead use a scythe to gut one Jenny, whose groceries were lying in the street beside her. Maggie spotted the driver further down the street, grappling with another one of them. He was already injured; blood bloomed across the front of his shirt in a dark maroon hue. They were too close together for her to take the shot—the bullet might hit the driver instead of the enemy. She ran, hoping that Deanna would be able to keep up behind her.

         She didn’t see the knife until she got closer, and she realized that one wrong movement could cost the driver his life. A hard crack on the back of the other man’s head and he went down, limp and unmoving on the sidewalk. “Are you okay?” Maggie was already picking up the bloody knife off the ground and handing it to him. “Can you still fight?” If he was too badly injured, he would need to get to the clinic, but there might not be time for that. People were dying. She only had the bullets in her chamber, and there were more intruders than bullets. They needed to get to the armory.