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’ Everyone I have cared for has either DIED or LEFT me. Everyone———- fucking except for Y O U. ‘ i. reboot of indie ellie from naughty dog’s the last of us ii. 1 1/2 yrs portrayal; 3+ tumblr rp experience iii. OC/AU friendly iv. all forms of writing (icon. gif, liner, para, novella) home | ask | rules
’ Everyone I have cared for has either DIED or LEFT me. Everyone———- fucking except for Y O U. ‘ i. reboot of indie ellie from naughty dog’s the last of us ii. 1 1/2 yrs portrayal; 3+ tumblr rp experience iii. OC/AU friendly iv. all forms of writing (icon. gif, liner, para, novella) home | ask | rules
’ Everyone I have cared for has either DIED or LEFT me. Everyone———- fucking except for Y O U. ‘ i. reboot of indie ellie from naughty dog’s the last of us ii. 1 1/2 yrs portrayal; 3+ tumblr rp experience iii. OC/AU friendly iv. all forms of writing (icon. gif, liner, para, novella) home | ask | rules
’ Everyone I have cared for has either DIED or LEFT me. Everyone———- fucking except for Y O U. ‘ i. reboot of indie ellie from naughty dog’s the last of us ii. 1 1/2 yrs portrayal; 3+ tumblr rp experience iii. OC/AU friendly iv. all forms of writing (icon. gif, liner, para, novella) home | ask | rules
’ Everyone I have cared for has either DIED or LEFT me. Everyone———- fucking except for Y O U. ‘ i. reboot of indie ellie from naughty dog’s the last of us ii. 1 1/2 yrs portrayal; 3+ tumblr rp experience iii. OC/AU friendly iv. all forms of writing (icon. gif, liner, para, novella) home | ask | rules
[Would anyone rp with me if I rebooted Ellie?]
"You know what sucks? No Thanksgiving turkey."
”Anything for a friend,” He gives her a smile, “Now go on before you get mud everywhere,” Some teasing won’t do any harm. She’s used his bathroom before so hopefully she’ll be fine. Everything was very transparent as to where things were. Thankfully he cleaned it the other day and hid his razors and bandages.
The conduit didn’t wait up, moving to the kitchen to make her food. Delsin was uncertain if she was eating, most likely not if she was on the run, so he’ll have to make something small. Though, to be honest he wasn’t sure what to make her. A simple sandwich should do.
The plate was placed down at the table with a large glass of orange juice. If she needed anything else he’d gladly make it. He returned to his chair, homework splayed out across it. Not like he could focus with how giddy he was, happy Ellie was home.
"What was that? Get mud everywhere? Sure thing." Two could play at that game. It felt good to be able to joke around again; it was less lonely, less of a heavy weight on young yet ever weary shoulders. With a short laugh, the girl disappeared behind the door and shut it with a soft click.
Twenty minutes of scrubbing had produced a mostly-clean Ellie, aside from the occasional healing bruises here and there that the fast-healing power hadn't quite caught up with yet. A towel hung over her head, hiding the still slightly-damp tresses beneath. "Shhhhhhit," The young conduit yawned, padding into the kitchen. "Haven't felt this clean in a long time."
Upon noticing the small meal waiting at the table, an appreciative smile making it's way onto her face. It's almost hesitant as she sits down, as if one wrong move would wake her up and she'd be right back in the gutters outside the city limits. "It's good to be back."
By: ShinRa
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psa: my character is my bby
I’m probably not going to want to RP with you (especially not shippy stuff) if you actually hate/rag on my character to me/on the dash. You don’t have to love them like I love them. But you need to respect that I love them.
the last of us: remastered screenshots (25/?)
Hunt || gunslingerdixon
The chill of the winter day went right through his bones as he took post in a clearing having spent a better portion of the morning observing the power plant in hopes of gathering pertinent information on the girl. Now that he had a target it was all a matter of arranging another meeting by chance and pitching his offer in a more appealing manner. Either way, something had to give and it sure as shit weren’t going to be him. He’d been biding time since he’d come out to these podunk mountains and hadn’t found hide nor hair of the girl until just this week.
Whether it was by her own design or kicking and screaming, that kid was headed to Colorado one way or another.
There had been depressions of paw prints pricking the freshly packed snow and with that Daryl figured there would be a just incentive to find that girl again. Nestling himself beneath an outcrop of trees, their dead branches scratching along the cracked leather of his vest, Daryl huffed noting that the racket he was making was likely to scare off what all he was hunting anyhow.
It wasn’t until a snort of a large animal came to his ears that his head swiveled to spy a chestnut gelding through the fringe of brambles skewing his view. Furrowing his brow, he clambered out from beneath where he’d been hiding to come front and center before the muzzle of a rifle aimed dead-eye on him. The girl behind it had him drawing a crooked grin in mock glee. “Well, ain’t it peachy that we keep runnin’ inta each other?” He questioned, tilting his head slightly, giving his shoulder a slight jerk to realign the crossbow hung loose. “How ‘bout it missy? Want in on that offer as it’s still standin’.”
The girl's hands remained firmly gripped on the cold sides of her rifle, unmoving yet cautious as she sat atop her horse and looked down the sights towards the man. Something in her stirred upon his presence, something that dared her to fire, to dig her heels in and bolt. She wanted to -- oh, she did. She wanted to forget he existed and forget that he set the previously dormant fears in her mind crawling yet again. But the gun remained still, and her finger did not inch closer to the trigger.
Ellie's breath bloomed in her face as a white film as she exhaled, her jaw hard-set and her mount sidestepping nervously. She said nothing -- - not at first. The girl, far too older in mind than in body, let the silence fill in the space for her expected answer. What her mouth would not speak became prominent in her eyes, for emerald hues stared the stranger down with such a cold unforgiving look that she might as well have fired the gun.
But she doesn't. As much as the grin made her want to punch the shit out of him, she wanted -- no, she needed answers. She needed some signal of his credibility. Slightly lowering the gun, she shifts her weight in her saddle and snaps out a reply. "How do you know?"
It's a basic question, but a heavily weighted one. His claims from their first encounter still made the hairs on her neck stand -- - he knew about her bite. Of her immunity. It was slowly becoming not a question of whether someone was a liar, but who.
//Gonna binge play TLOU when I get home 8)
