Pssst, guys, I have open starters..
over here. Maybe you could, yano, go look and stuff? maybe reply?
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Pssst, guys, I have open starters..
over here. Maybe you could, yano, go look and stuff? maybe reply?
reply with a number if you want a starter: ( 1. carl ), ( 2. shane. ), ( 3. michonne. ), ( 4. rosita. ), ( 5. ana. ), ( 6. sam. ), ( 7. nick. ), ( 8. amy. ) ?
Sparks sighed. The ground wasn't comfortable, but it was better than dirt and grass. The first night, and maybe the last here in Alexandria. Beside her slept another body, and her eyes moved to them. Hoping they were awake so she didn't feel alone. Wanted to talk about her new job or her fears or anything really. She whispered, "Are you awake?"
Like for plotting or a starter.
"---Wow. No, y'know what, you don't---- screw you. You don't know shit 'bout me. I have lost someone. I know--- I know what it's like. That's why I said I'd help you. So you wouldn't have to--" He looked down, shaking his head. "Forget it."
WAKE ME UP WHEN IT'S OVER
✘ — Indie TWD OC blog.
✘ — Eleven+ years of roleplaying.
✘ — Open to other fandoms and willing to do crossovers and AU’s.
✘ — The mun is 21, however, the muse is not over the age of 18. NSFW will be displayed in varying ways (violence, language, sex, etc).
✘ — Roleplays with, and without, gifs and icons; varies from one liners to multi-para to novella. —-Crack included.
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[ASK] x [BIO] x [VERSES]
"It'd be really great if you could stop yelling. There are infected right outside and I'm not about to die for someone who I just met." He really didn't want to shoot them --- or whack over the head, considering he wanted to be quiet about it -- and they weren't making it easy to not die. "--I want to find my group s'much as you wanna find yours, trust me, but shouting's only going to get us killed."
« THE PLOT »
The survivors are shaken after an attack on their fort. Who were the people that came to their safe haven, shooting up the place and just leaving? Water tanks are leaking, tents are full of bullet holes, and the fences are bent. Perhaps from fear of coming across the attackers, no one has gone on a supply run in a while, and the stock is low.
« WHAT'S HAPPENING »
People have left the group, but a small group remains at the fort, determined to return it, and the group, to its former state. Can the group band together, replenish the supplies, and bring back a sense of normalcy to the fort, or was the damage done by the attackers too much to fix?