#walter rp

[klienerp]

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[tooxldtorememxer-a]

[ i am so tempted to make a David 8 .__. (I miss roleplaying with David. He used to hang with Eros, that was fun.) Or a Walter. but I much rather post with one. Where are you, David 8′s and Walters!? ]

[the-puppet-master-of-hellsing]

It was dark and cold. Walter couldn’t remember how long he had been there, but it had been long enough. He was chained to the wall. “Like a dog” he thought. No range of movement, no light, no food. He was weak dammit and everything, especially the hunger was getting to him. He hadn’t been a vampire for very long, but hunger was hunger no matter your species. And hunger made him weak, probably the way Hellsing wanted him. He was a traitor after all and it was probably due to Integra’s unfortunate fondness of him he was even still alive. 

The sound of footsteps broke him out of his thoughts. Maybe that fondness was up and they were finally going to just end him already. Walter wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or not.

@the-little-lilith

[klienerp]

Readers: WHY CAN'T THEY JUST BE HAPPY? 😭

RP: *angst* *drama* *heartbreak*

Readers:

[the-puppet-master-of-hellsing]

"Oh Walter..." The voice was distinctly masculine, yet the body it came from was anything but. Standing with his/her face just inches from Walter's ear, the voice was surprisingly clear over the roar of the plane engine as they flew over the Nazi territory. "You are too tense, Walter..." A hand came to rest gently on the young man's shoulder. "You need to learn to..." Suddenly, the sound of the cargo door rolling open filled the air. "Let go!" And with that, Walter was shoved from the plane.

“What the f-” 

His curse was drowned out as he fell, the sound of maniacal laugher the only thing he could hear. “I’m going to kill that son-of-a-bitch when he gets down here.” 

Walter looked down at the rapidly approaching ground and then back up at the plane, the silhouette of a young woman standing by the cargo door. He gritted his teeth and then pulled his chute. The  fabric of the parachute shot out and roughly jolted Walter’s body before allowing him to land safely on the ground. He brushed imaginary dirt off of his shoulder, straighten his vest, and then ran a hand through his hair. Satisfied he had done all he could do, Walter pulled out his nav to double check their coordinates.

The Nazi camp was close.

@the-undead-trap

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