fear no evil

Some people believe that without history, our lives amount to nothing. At some point, we all have to choose. Do we fall back on what we know? Or, do we step forward, to something new? It’s hard not to be haunted by our past. Our history is what shapes us, what guides us.

[oliverxscully-blog]

The thought of her having another friend somewhere rang a warning bell in his mind. He was pretty sure she’d come on her own and the idea of her potentially having more people somewhere wasn’t something that filled him with joy. Their group had already doubled in size and that was enough of a drain on their resources already, he wasn’t sure if they’d be able to handle much more people even if they wanted to. Plus there was the worse situation, that this girl could be a scout from a larger group. It’s not like it would be the first time it had had happened. 

He kept those thoughts to himself though, keeping up his nonchalant expression. “Really? ‘Cause I don’t see ‘em. Are you just trying to get rid of me? That’s not very nice, newbie.” 

[tarynkovalik]

She studied the stranger in front of her with guarded eyes. She was sure he didn't trust her as much as she didn't trust him - which was saying something because, although there was a roof over her head and walls to keep her safe and a place to sleep other than her car, she hasn't felt very secure around these people just yet. Taryn felt she belonged elsewhere. Either back on the road or, she wished, back at the campus before it had been overrun. With her sister, or Elizabeth, if they were even still alive.

It was just frustrating. Instead of wariness she should have felt grateful; at least, more grateful than she was. Who knows, maybe she'd decide overnight to bounce in the morning. "Ah well, you and me both." She responded sourly, fingernails digging into the fabric of her gloves. When she realized how tense she had gotten she forced herself to lighten up. "Are you going to start crying about it? No offense, I don't think that'd be very attractive on you. Not really a great first impression on the 'newbie' either."

[oliverxscully-blog]

Despite having been at the camp for a while, the library wasn’t a place Knox had ventured into very often, and going in there with the intention of finding a book was even rarer. He supposed if you were the kind of person who liked books having this place would seem like a blessing, but to him it was mostly just another building. 

Knox watched her as she moved, somehow finding the expression on her face somewhat amusing. “Babysit? Nah, that’s not really my style,” Knox answered with a shrug, noting her sarcasm and responding with his own, “I’m here ‘cause I want to be your new best friend.”

[tarynkovalik]

Taryn had to admit; this was much better than the twenty questions and third degree she got from her usual company. A little witty banter was something she hadn't done since she got separated from Elizabeth and she considered it a - sort of - refreshing change of scenery.

She stayed where she was though, her arms crossed over her chest. They were at a comfortable distance and being any closer would be much too soon. Being around other people, people she didn't know, made her wary. "Hate to break it to you but you're shit out of luck, dude," she responded, the corners of her lips twitching into the slightest of a smirk, "that position is already filled. Try again."

[oliverxscully-blog]

Although he knew there were people who had been assigned the job to keep an eye on the new woman that had come into camp, Knox wanted to check on her himself just to get a better idea on the person that had turned up. He couldn’t tell if her turning up only a few days after Leon’s group had done the same was a coincidence or not; it most likely was and he couldn’t think of any plausible reason why it wouldn’t be, but the arrivals seemed a bit too close for him to leave it to chance. 

As he entered the library he tried to stay quiet at first, not wanting to alert her to his presence so he could get a better idea of what she was up to. But seeing as all she seemed to be doing was staring absent-mindedly at the shelves he coughed to get her attention, “Looking for something?” 

[tarynkovalik]

If she was being honest with herself, she really should have known better. Since the moment she had walked through those gates there had been eyes on her everywhere she went. She didn't blame them, not really. Back at the campus, before things went batshit crazy, they had done the same thing with newcomers. Nowadays it was hard to trust anybody, especially with a bunch of assholes right around the corner holing up in Boston. 

"Nothing in particular," she huffed, fingernails trailing along the spines of the books as she pivoted on her heels, looking mildly unimpressed. Taryn wasn't great with remembering faces or placing names, but she was sure she hadn't seen him around quite yet. "You here to babysit me or something?" She asked indifferently, then continued more sarcastically, "everyone else seems to be slacking a little, I thought."

[tarynkovalik]

Taryn wasn't big on reading but she had no idea what else there was to do. On the road there was always something. You had a plan; somewhere you wanted to reach or do, and now that she's finished hers she was unsure of what to do next. So, on close-watch by just about every guard she's seen, she'd decided to do some good ol' exploring and ended up at the library. She puffed out her cheeks with a sigh and scanned the shelves, but her mind kept drifting.

This was weird. Maybe she was better suited outside. 

[tarynkovalik]

Taryn || Self - Almost

Characters → Taryn Kovalik

Time Frame → One week ago

Location → Greenfield, MA.

Additional Notes → This was just my original sample para ~ 

Coming across a working Civic had been an unexpected gift of chance. Taryn had been walking for weeks, the strap of her backpack resting between the junction of her neck and shoulder weighing her down with the more inventory she nicked from whatever abandoned house or store she decided to pay visit. The last drug store she had raided was otherwise unoccupied despite a walker or two; she had taken a fair amount of cigarette packs but couldn’t find anything else worth taking - and it was just moments after she lit one up had she found the only working car she had seen for months. 

It was stationed on the side of the road. Taryn had been keeping to the woods, it was safer that way after all, but it had caught her eye as she passed and she couldn’t ignore it. There was the chance that it had belonged to somebody else - in fact, the probability of that was extremely high, but she drew her handgun from the waistband of her jeans at her back and carried on to investigate anyway. If things turned sour, if it’s owner was around and anything less than friendly, she could just kill them where they stood and take the car anyway. There were solutions no matter how she looked at it, Taryn thought, and coincidentally none of them involved her getting hurt or dying. One way or another she would have that car; she was confident.

Nowadays, you had to be. 

You couldn’t pass an opportunity like that and you couldn’t afford to be scared, not anymore. When the world went to shit however many years ago it had been -16 she’s sure but some part of her can’t be certain - uncertainty was common among anybody who survived, but that didn’t change the fact that uncertainty was what got you killed. Hesitating got you killed. When you take chances you take them with your guard up, always, no matter how friendly or how safe somebody or some place might be or seem. That’s what she learned; that’s how she was still alive. So just because there was the slightest possibility that somebody was using this car didn’t stop her from going to check it out. 

Ax clutched tightly in her hands Taryn emerged from the treeline and made her way over, eyeing every which way as she did to make sure she was in the clear. The heels of her boots scuffed against the road, picking up puffs of dirt as she circled the vehicle cautiously, glimpsing inside through chalky windows to check for belongings and maybe a set of keys. Regardless a pair of keys or lack thereof hardly mattered to Taryn; after everything went to shit her father made sure she was capable of hot-wiring vehicles and this wouldn’t be the first time she had to do it. She was taking this god damn car. She had to. Having one served more purposes than just a quicker way to Readville.

A car meant home. A place to sleep at night instead of climbing up trees and tying herself to their branches so she didn’t fall. Protection against whatever biter threatened her. And, she thought wittily, having a car meant that she wouldn’t have to carry around her rucksack and her weapons and break her shoulders anymore. That was always a plus. ”Alright, baby,” Taryn murmured as she yanked open the drivers side door, pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked. Her own voice sounded foreign to her from being on her own for so long. “Let’s see you work your magic.” 

[fuckyeah-char-dev]

ESTP: the Persuader

ESTPs are action-loving, “here and now” realists with excellent people skills. Informal, risk-taking, fast-paced and adaptable, they are not always in agreeance with rules and regulations. They are tactical problem solvers that desire quick results. ESTPs, who present a friendly and enthusiastic face, are straightshooters that are able to handle criticism.

STRENGTHS

Can be quite charming.

Witty, clever, and popular.

Earthy and sensual.

Not personally threatened by conflict or criticism.

Excellent and clear-headed dealing with emergency situations.

Enthusiastic and fun-loving, they try to make everything enjoyable.

As “big kids” themselves, they’re eager, willing and able to spend time with their kids.

Likely to enjoy lavishing their loved ones with big gifts.

WEAKNESSES

Not naturally in tune with what others are feeling.

Not naturally good at expressing feelings and emotions.

May inadvertantly hurt others with insensitive language.

May be very good with money, but highly risky with it as well.

Living in the present, they’re not usually good long-range planners.

May fall into the habit of ignoring conflict, rather than solving it.

Don’t naturally make lifelong commitments - they take things one day at a time.

Prone to get bored easily.

More likely than other type to leave relationships quickly when they get bored.

Likely to enjoy lavishing their loved ones with big gifts.

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[fuckyeah-char-dev]

type eight: the leader

type eight THE LEADER

➜ HEALTHY - Self-assertive, self-confident, and strong: have learned to stand up for what they need and want. A resourceful, “can do” attitude and passionate inner drive. Decisive, authoritative, and commanding: the natural leader others look up to. Take initiative, make things happen: champion people, provider, protective, and honourable, carrying others with their strength. 

AT THEIR BEST - Become self-restrained and magnanimous, merciful and forbearing, mastering self through their self-surrender to a higher authority. Courageous, willing to put self in serious jeopardy to achieve their vision and have a lasting influence. May achieve true heroism and historical greatness.

➜ AVERAGE - Self-sufficiency, financial independence, and having enough resources are important concerns: become enterprising, pragmatic, “rugged individualists,” wheeler-dealers. Risk-taking, hard-working, denying own emotional needs. Begin to dominate their environment, including others: want to feel that others are behind them, supporting their efforts. Swaggering, boastful, forceful, and expansive: the “boss” whose word is law. Proud, ego-centric, want to impose their will and vision on everything, not seeing others as equals or treating them with respect. Become highly combative and intimidating to get their way: confrontational, belligerent, creating adversarial relationships. Everything a test of wills, and they will not back down. Use threats and reprisals to get obedience from others, to keep others off balance and insecure. However, unjust treatment makes others fear and resent them, possibly also band together against them.

➜ UNHEALTHY - Defying any attempt to control them, become completely ruthless, dictatorial, “might makes right.” The criminal and outlaw, renegade, and con-artist. Hard-hearted, immoral and potentially violent. Develop delusional ideas about their power, invincibility, and ability to prevail: megalomania, feeling omnipotent, invulnerable. Recklessly over-extending self. If they get in danger, they may brutally destroy everything that has not conformed to their will rather than surrender to anyone else. Vengeful, barbaric, murderous. Sociopathic tendencies.

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