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Well, now that I've returned. Who'd like to get an RP going once again~? :3

#Pls?#I'llloveyouforevers #Promise #:D

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Keep calm and guys…

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I have a feeling.. I'd be like Jesse. Dodger.. y u so pretty? ._.

#feels #awkwardmoment #guys...#pleasegimmeagirltolove

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The #1 most requested video series of all time is here. You begged Jesse to play Amnesia The Dark Descent. “Why do they hate me so much?” - Jesse (x)

This isn't TWD related but, I felt it needed to be posted. xD

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Fuckin' snail with a jetpack hidden in it's shell. All of the yes.

Welp. It seems time has given me a chance.

Guess who's returned. :D I've been... so swamped with life, job, going to school.. but, I seem to have been given some reprieve from that for a little bit. So! I'd love to get back into the swing of Rp and what not. I've missed it, and I've missed the people on here.

#BACKYO #yoloswagcashmoney #I dunno the fack I'm saying #Love me

Well. Fack.

It appears the weekend doesn’t grant me as much time as I expected. Ugh.. I hope to be back on here more regularly soon. My sincerest apologies for those waiting for a reply. I will get to it. Don’t worry. In the mean time, if you’d like to stay in contact~ Msn; [email protected] Skype; epiclumberjack Aim; epiclumberjackdave Xbox; BoomerWolf And, as for texting, feel free to ask for my cell.

To the followers.

My apologies for not being on the past couple days. Life kinda sucker punched me with responsibilities. But, this weekend and hopefully Friday I will have more time to be on. :)

Whelp. To everyone~

I'm probably gonna hop off here. Play some games, that sorta thing. If ya like feel free to add my stuffs.

aim; epiclumberjackdave

Skype; epiclumberjack

xbox live; BoomerWolf

And, of course you'll have to message for my cell. :3

Hope ya all had some good Holidays.

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To all my followers. And that someone who needs to know, even if no one else thinks it, I do.

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New Faces |Lori & Rick|

Lori absent-mindedly squished the red Solo cup between her palms, trying to keep herself entertained throughout yet another college house party her friend had dragged her to. Usually she was social enough at these types of things, but tonight she just wasn’t feeling like introducing herself to any more frat boys or football players.

She stood up on her toes, brown eyes scanning the packed room for her friend or another familiar face.

Nobody, Lori thought. Just my luck. She started weighing whether or not to go for another cup of watered down excuse-for-beer when the decision was made for her— the group beside her bumped into her, making a mess of fizz and amber liquid down her shirt.

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Here Rick was, with Shane in this party. Now, Rick was a fan of drinking and partying as the rest of the college boys. Though, he knew his limits. He was there mainly because Shane was. Not much other reason. He was good looking, but.. not really looking for a hookup. Especially not a drunken one. With a sigh, he got up from the couch he was setting on, surrounded by several drunken, loud guys.

Making his way into the kitchen, he notices a women that seemed annoyed by being here. Granted, most women who were here had a pretty good right to be. Drunk men hitting on you, making passes, trying to cop a feel. Then he saw the beer, or what he assumed was beer, get spilled on her. He.. felt some what obligated to help. Being one of the few non-intoxicated guys there.

He came up to her, and offered her his jacket. "Here ya go. It won't help a wet shirt but.. at least if you decide to take it off it'll cover you up." And, in that moment he realized just how bad that sounded, and laughed a tad nervously. "Er, and.. I totally didn't mean that as if you should take it off." Rick, despite being good looking, handsome, was still nervous when he got around an attractive woman. And.. she was certainly attractive.

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Replies done! :D

Okay. Now. People, come talk. I’m not scary. Or.. into biting. Unless you are. ;D

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“But me, I’m scary.”

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"Pffft. No."

Replies done! :D

Okay. Now. People, come talk. I'm not scary. Or.. into biting. Unless you are. ;D

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We're not broken just bent // Lori & Rick

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Carl turned his head away and covered his eyes. He may of stayed strong, but he was hurting. This was his mother, the woman who brought him into this world. Without her, Carl was a half a person. He wanted to help, but he legitimately had no experience in delivering a baby, he barely even knew how it worked. But apparently it hurt, with his mom in that type of condition.

Lori grabbed the hand Rick was wiping her forehead with and gave it a squeeze. The color from her face was drained just as much as the color in her eyes. She began to push, but nothing was happening. She didn’t feel a baby coming out but she needed Rick to be the judge of that. She didn’t look at Rick. Due to how limp her body was and how much she didn’t want to move, she refused to look at him. Plus, she didn’t want to see the pain in his eyes.

Instead, through contact, she intertwined their fingers together, giving another hard push and screaming in pain as she continued on trying to deliver her baby.

Tears began streaming down her face as she felt the pushing once again fail, she was so heavily pregnant. Wasn’t she finally fully dilated? Instead, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips, pushing again and her knees lifted in the air a bit, causing the chairs to make a loud screeching sound from moving across the floor.

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Rick was.. well, panicking to say the least. He had no idea how to deliver a child. Or how to help Lori. The baby seemed stuck. How? When he felt her fingers interlace with his, his breathing slowed down some. He calmed down a bit. He still heard those horrible, painful sounds coming from his wife but.. he knew he had to focus. Reaching over with one hand, Rick grabbed Lori's pants and threw them to his son. "Carl, go find some water. Clean water. Dunk them in it. It's a boiler room there's gotta be some somewhere. Hurry!"

After that, he leaned over and kissed his wife's forehead, whispering to her 'It'll be okay. I'll do whatever it takes Lori.. just stay with me.' His head shot up toward the chairs when they made that loud noise. He then looked back at his wife, and when he saw his son coming back, he quickly grabbed the pants and placed the legs over Lori's head to try and cool her down. He wasn't sure if it would help but, he had to do something.

Rick just.. sat there with Lori. Damn it.. if only Hershel were here.. but he wasn't about to go Risk his son's life by having his track back to the cells. If it didn't get any better.. Rick would go himself. Carry him if he had to. His eyes.. hell his body was filled with pain seeing his wife go through all of this. Especially in this world. But he did his best to keep strong. To keep steady. He had to. Not just for the group, but for his family.

#it's so poop T^T #sorry for it taking awhile #and it being bad xD

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Welcome To The End [Tara|Rick]

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After opening her own can of food and taking a few bites, Tara mulled over his idea for a few moments. No wonder he had seemed so uptight about her killing the walker. At least it proved that he wasn’t a dirty cop before. The idea of guns and ammo was useful, especially if they wanted to get out of this town. “That could definitely work. I have a few bats, hammers, and axes stashed around town that we can pick up, too.”

She kept them scattered for a few reasons, however eccentric they may be. Looking over the man a bit more, she could figure him for a cop. Authoritative, yet fair. “Basically, we wait until morning. Nothing we really can do. As for the bigger picture,” she trailed off, shrugging. “It’s a matter of what you want to believe. They say Atlanta has a safe haven, but I doubt that. No where can be completely unaffected by this.”

That she knew for sure. Having spent the last few months traveling from small town to small town, down the east coast, she saw that everywhere was the same story. A handful of survivors against an ever-growing horde of the dead. It was sick and twisted, but it was a good judge of character. Those who wanted to live, did. At least until they tripped up, or just tripped.

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He nodded at her, listening to the weapons she had. It wasn't anything big, but, I suppose you'd want to take them down silently if noise attracts more. "Well, then we should make sure we have some rest. If I'm a good judge of distance.. the sheriffs station should be about a couple miles from here. Not too far." His stomach slowly getting full from the food. He couldn't even remember the last meal he had.. or.. well, anything much, really.

With one last scoop of his fingers, he stuffed the last bit of food into his mouth and swallowed. Trailing with a soft sigh, he leaned back slightly. Still thinking this is some sorta dream. Hoping he'd wake up in the bed with Shane, Lori, Carl.. family by his side. Then again.. he didn't have much family. Heh, dreaming it was a dream. When he heard her say that Atlanta may be safe, he raised his head a little and his eyes looked directly at her. "Atlanta? It may be a far shot but... we've gotta have some hope, right? From my look at this place.. it seems like hope is something people need. I can tell you even want to believe in it a little... Well, Atlanta it is."

With that, he laid the can of food by his make shift bed of a mattress and a small sheet. "We've gotta get out of here, at least. This place.. it's not something that I personally feel like staying in for too long." He said softly. He was sure this woman didn't need any of his protection, as she already displayed her abilities. Either way, he.. felt some need to stick with her. What is was, he wasn't sure. In the coming days though... he was sure to find out.