#theystrayedfromtheflock

[cnedge]

I wonder if Tess is okay, she sounded like she had one hell of an awful fever and I hope she's doing alright. Being ill is never fun.

If you can see this baby, my love is being sent out.

[cnedge]

"No. The answer is no."

SEND ME ONE FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION

            ❝You can’t fucking do this Bill.                 You can’t keep us here against our will.❞

[cnedge]

theystrayedfromtheflock

⊰(?) Rebecca will remember that.⊱

            ❝Bill.❞

Shutting the door behind her seeing a clash of sound of silence within the air which was soon followed by her footsteps approaching the desk where the leader sat. 

The past weeks haven't been the easiest, if you were a newcomer then the immediate tension on the air would just knock you flat, Carver hasn't exactly been winning over most of his followers with his views on how things should run, of course in any community there will always be someone who disagreed. . . Luke being one of them who has the nerve to really get up in Bill's face with his own ideas. Which didn't go down too well.

Not a day goes by that they aren't snapping at each other's feet like terriers although, Bill seemed a lot more stoic, reserved even when Luke was trying to get his point across.

Honestly, it was more frightening than actually seeing anger on his face. It was only this morning where she discovered the farm boy with a very nasty black eye. She already had enough trouble between her and her husband at the moment and she was not going to put up with two men having some spitting match.

            ❝We need to talk.❞

[daddysxlittlexhellion-blog]

theystrayedfromtheflock replied to your post:"Are you hurt anywhere?"

:)

D:

[daddysxlittlexhellion-blog]

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Oh yeah, you're so fuckin' funny."

Nas's nose bled freely onto her lip, her left eye started to swell, and her ears were ringing. He knew exactly what happened. Siccing Troy on her for her backtalk seemed to be his favorite pastime. 

"I'll get back to my fuckin' watch. Jesus Christ, Carver." 

[nepravdx-blog]

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Mun related questions

36.) Do you ever read rp threads you aren’t involved in? What type of thread does it usually have to be to interest you?

Yes, I do. I haven't been reading many recently because I've been busy with my own thing. But I like reading angsty threads and have crIED OVER A FEW? And smut threads will always catch my interest tbh.

38.) Has a roleplayer ever changed your view on a character? If so, how? Good or bad? For better or for worse?

I hated Lilly. Like, least favorite character in TWDG. But then I read leadergoneastray's stuff and was like d a n g. And now Lilly is pretty swell???and then I didn't give a flying fadoodle about Travis until specialforceskid popped into my life and ruined it with that muppet looking fuck.

60.) Who’s a roleplayer (or writer) you think you have learned a lot from?

Already answered! c:

[depravedx]

 “What the hell are you doing?! We need to dig in!”

                                                                         “It's not worth it.”                                                                     “That was a slaughter!”      “You bunch of pussies.”      “I told you we should have handled this shit ourselves.” “We're done fighting for a hole with a half dozen psychopaths living in it--they can keep it.”

They can keep it.

The Governor’s lips curled back over his teeth. It’s not worth it. His fingers flexed from their fist—slow, tense. They can keep it. It’s not worth it. Not worth it.

                                                                                                         Not worth it.

    Not worth her life. Not worth the shooting in the town square. The terror on the faces of their friends. Not worth taking the fight they’d started and finishing it before it finished them all. How had he ever trusted these people to get a job done, those who turned and high-tailed out at the first sign of trouble?

That was a slaughter!

Losing a few soldiers. That was the reason behind the spark of fear in their eyes, the fuel behind their shaking limbs as they ran back towards the cars, to defeat. They were afraid of dying—natural, perhaps, but all it told him was that his cause wasn't enough to die for. They were disloyal. Like Milton, like Andrea, like the others whose heads had smashed against the floor amid an explosion of glass and blood.

His chest heaved, eyes wide, flaring and staring into the non-existence as he listened to it. The muffle of voices, the shouts, the blood roaring through his ears and roasting, rumbling, red-hot in his chest, stomach, temple like a volcano seconds away from spitting lava from its top. He listened to it like before, and it told him what needed to be done.

  They hadn’t listened. They hadn’t understood. They’d all escaped; a victory for survival, hurrah hurrah for them and their lives, they all lived happily ever after while the hounds around them watched with bated breath and waited to descend in the lull. It wasn't over yet. It would never be over until the prison group were gone, and he had Michonne where he wanted her.

They were fighting for justification of their cowardice. They thought they were out of the line of fire. They didn't realise they'd lost. All of them but f o u r.                          That was a slaughter!

   The gun lifted to sit at his chest. No...                    ...He would show them a slaughter.

As his finger pressed the trigger, he sat back in his head and watched. He watched the people fall like ragdolls to the dusty road, heard the heated words turn to screams amid the burst fire of bullets and the 'tink' as they met the road. People diving for cover and r u n n i n g for their lives--but still meeting the same end as they collapsed, side by side, to the grass. He watched. He listened.                              ...And felt nothing.

[cnedge]

⊰(?) Rebecca will remember that.⊱

                                         ❝Stay away from my baby.❞