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𝚂𝙼𝚂 : // 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚁^𝚝𝚖 ( @tragicas / DAHLIA )
[ 𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙽 > 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂 #𝟸 ] hey, so quick question for you [ 𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙽 > 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂 #𝟸 ] y’all up there at the pastor’s ol place ever dig a grave and then the body just. up and walked away [ 𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙽 > 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂 #𝟸 ] i swear to you this is relevant to me and what graves #1 are working on but you’re the only person i know that can legally put people in the ground iykwim [ 𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙽 > 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂 #𝟸 ] any help would rock next round’s on me ty
“is it true what you say?” her question comes out of the blue, coming more from genuine curiosity and genuine concern over than deciding whether or not the woman’s telling the whole truth. “about the others, i mean. are they really as dangerous as you told sayid?” // @tragicas liked for a starter in lost verse. + danielle!
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 ; eyes opening to reveal that she was definitely not in kansas anymore ; as the expression goes . slowly , she stands to her feet to realize that she was in hell once again . it was not often that she came here ; oh , no . but , she was in search for answers ; this time determined to get them . the energy here compared to nothing that she had ever experienced topside . the sounds of souls screaming , begging for their pain , anguish , torture to cease echoes in her ears . dark , dismal affair ; though , what was one to expect ? to her , it felt like home . . . in her own sickly sweet manner .
eyes befall a peculiar girl ; and out of all the things she sees as she walks the unending corridors of the dark pit , she is what catches her attention the most . she moves about even more quickly than she does on earth , uninhibited by the restrictions of physical matter ; of her meat suit . ‘ --- hello , ‘ she greets , her tone serpentine , sinister . ‘ well , aren’t you just an interesting little thing ! ‘ ______ @tragicas. !
❝ I met Dawn a handful of times. She was always a really cool person. ❞
@tragicas gets a random starter for colleen !
* it isn’t the first time she’s arrived too late , when blood has already been spilled and stained the ground beneath it far past any hope of reversal . shaky hands lower her weapon , sheathing the pistol within the holster on her belt . the earth crunches beneath her feet , dispelling any semblance of stealth that remained , and her hands immediately fly up in surrender . she needs to assess the situation before she can act . “ i ain’t gonna hurt’cha ‘r nothin’ , i ... what happened .. to - ” eyes dart momentarily towards the lifeless body . “ them ? ”
starter : @tragicas , corrine .
@tragicas / semi plotted starter.
she'd been as careful as she could be, given the circumstances. she's no earth born, and she's definitely not taken to it like octavia has, but clarke thinks that she's gotten better at blending into her surroundings. at keeping her foot steps quiet and leaving a bare minimum trail behind her. it's an adjustment, being on her own, but it's one that she slips into easily. it's a relief, almost, being on her own. having no one depending on her, looking to her for answers. a weight that had settled on her shoulders finally lifts, melts off, leaving only the guilt in the pit of her stomach ( a compromise she figures is best, feeling as if she deserves to feel regret over the events of mount weather ).
it's been nearly a month when she notices that she's being followed. whoever it is has no regards for stealth, obviously doesn't care if they get caught, and that's.. worrisome. clarke had figured that whenever someone came for her they'd be quiet about it, that she'd have no chance of fighting off an attack. but this tracker, whoever it is, is too clumsy (an old earth idiom comes to mind; like a bull in a china shop ) and that gives her enough time to plan. enough time to quicken her pace, to disappear from sight for a few minutes, long enough to perch herself in one of the lower and easy to climb trees. it's where she waits, watching carefully, for whoever was following her. when they're beneath her, clarke jumps, knife held tightly in hand as she lands on the tracker.
the blonde's so exhausted, so high strung from being on her own and always looking over her shoulder, that she doesn't recognize the woman beneath her at first. doesn't really place the body she's pressing into the dirt, knife held against her back. "who sent you?" a pause, mind whirling with adrenaline before she repeats the question in trigedasleng with a little more force.
@tragicas ♡’d ! ( ft. abigail griffin )
❛ but you'll never be alone , i'll be with you from dusk 'till dawn. ❜
there aren’t as many stars here. it was the first thing she’d noticed when they’d arrived. all those constellations she and karl had spent years naming were missing or broken. how apropos. she’s sitting on the front steps of the house now , her house. shared with a mother she’d never known. blue eyes strain as she stares up at the night’s sky , desperate to trace familiar patterns again , like it’ll help to heal the gash in her heart.
“ come on... ”
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