#walkandstrider

[rexerrat]

@walkandstrider oo1. / s.c.

{ 👑 } FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WHAT feels like forever, he feels at peace where he sits. The garden is kind, loving, if the presence of plants and shrubs could provide such a simulation —- and it MUST be, for he's nodding off, eyelids drooping and his chest exhaling airy snores. A heaviness has been lifted from his shoulders, yet his body feels still — like stone. A great distance is sought by dark eyes, an UNOBTAINABLE image in his sights.

❝IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE to be calm? To want for nothing?❞ He muses aloud. ❝I'm a lazy man, but I CONFESS, this is — too peaceful, even for me.❞

A MUSING ALOUD, PERHAPS UNAWARE OF who or what may share space with his miserable soul. A desire for violence, for adventure, for something to stir the pins and needles in his feet, arrive to JUXTAPOSE with the looks of interest given to chirping birds and slowly drifting flowers in the breeze. A nailed finger taps against the metal of the bench, as if he knows not how to keep quiet.

[rexerrat]

@walkandstrider oo2. / s.c.

{ 👑 } A SHOCK OF RED HAIR SHAKEN like a wet dog shakes off water, a thin knuckled grasp upon a familiar wrist as Gangrel pulls aside the other. ❝You know, I COMPLAINED about the silence, but I didn't exactly have this in mind,❞ he spits, peeking around the wall’s corner. ❝CAREFUL NOW … See that guy over there? He's been stealing kills. Asshole … ❞

[hoshidancode]

starter - @walkandstrider 

“What do you want from me?” She has her... fidget spinners ready to be thrown even with cumbersome weight. Maybe she’d just grab a stick to use it as a tantou.

“I don’t like the way you stare at me in that manner.”

[firehrt]

                ❝   I’m not an expert,   ❞   AELIN   drawls, prefacing with a slight raise of the hand. She allows a pregnant pause, continuing to watch people --- designated ‘NPCs,’ an accepted term that seems to mean ‘those that were randomly generated here,’ as well as those that were randomly kidnapped here... Both groups were lining up, waiting patiently to --- er... Pour water ? On the exact spot from which that ugly monstrosity ( and, granted, an impressive tree ) had emerged in the latest near-apocalypse. 

                ❝   But I’m quite sure there’s such a thing as  TOO MUCH  water. Shouldn’t someone tell them ?   ❞

@walkandstrider : SPIRALEFES.

[rexerrat]

@walkandstrider - ❝ That’s not very polite. ❞      ↪ meme || not accepting

{ 👑 } ❝THAT'S NOT VERY POLITE!❞ HE MOCKS, voice sulking in a low voice as arms cross over slouching profile. Still, despite CHILDISH remark, expression of guilt, brief and fleeting it may be, crosses over dark features, and however strongly insolence burns over the coals of his heart, he knows —- he's in the wrong. Damn it.

❝ALRIGHT LOOK … LOOK … ❞ A SIGH, LOW and nasally as he pinches the bridge of his nose. ❝I'll go back and APOLOGISE, happy?❞

[liquidsnxke]

@walkandstrider​ // *

schematics can only do so much. liquid isn’t much of a draftsman himself, either, which makes for a bit of a messy work station when he feels up to the frustration that comes with sketching out his own blueprints.

not that he can do very much at all with anything like what he mocks up. it’s very clear that no metal gear will walk these streets - not unless whoever lords over them is generous like they had been with that woman in the beginning. regardless, liquid blinks out of his reverie and stares down the beaten up old car in this abandoned lot he’s found.

he needs a project, something to keep him busy, but he hates the look of the thing.

[moonlitcasanova-blog]

wasn't the antagonist of the game that guy with the golden crotch fashion sense

Sir, we don’t mention David in this household--

[rosetintedpoverty-blog]

☆━━ @walkandstrider ━━ ☆

She may have just had a altercation with a lamppost.