The Older Saint John

An independant RP blog for Andy Saint John of TWDG. Semi-selective but OC friendly, other fandom friendly, AU friendly...friendly in general. Very different interpretation of Andy from most that stemmed out of an off-tumblr RP... An...

[thehesitantwolf]

[whoops just remembered this blog existed... Like for a starter?]

[and/or tell me what verse you want...?]

[thehesitantwolf]

Will you tell us what your childhood was like? Did your mom prefer you over Danny?

[walker AU? *mun is incompetent*]

“Hm... Yeah, prob’ly.” he muttered, sighing a little, “D-Dan was a difficult kid sometimes... He was the one who’d g-get into fights and cause problems at school. You’d think...the opposite, since I was b-bigger.” But he’d never enjoyed causing pain. Danny had.

“I mean, I d-don’t think she loved me more,” he said. “Think I was just...easier t’deal with sometimes.”

[thehesitantwolf]

Do you have any tattoos?

[mun assumes this is normal-life AU c:]

“Nope! Thought about it, though. Not sure what I’d get.  Any ideas...?”

[thehesitantwolf]

Will you tell us what Dan was like before the world went to hell?

He paused and thought about it a few moments, since the memories of his brother’s violence were still rather fresh. 

“He was...alright. Sometimes,” he mumbled. “I mean, he w-was always...pretty different from me. T-type of kid who’d change a D t-to an A an’ lie his way outta trouble.” Which was fair, all things considered. 

“Most of the time we g-got along, ‘til he was about twelve, an’ I-I was sixteen. Things...started goin’ pretty downhill after that. B-but sometimes, things were good, too.” He trailed off and sighed, shaking his head.

[thehesitantwolf]

I still think you're a monster

He frowned, but, it wasn’t as though there was much he could say about it. So he just shrugged a little, “F-figures.”

[thehesitantwolf]

Do you still eat human meat?

"N-no! ...No. Never again..." he was quiet, anf wretched a little at the idea.

"Prob'ly won't ever eat veal again either. That's what..w-what it tastes like. Shitty veal."

[thehesitantwolf]

Do you believe you deserve what your brother did to you?

"Hmm..."

He was quiet for a moment and thought about it, and finally he shrugged. "I o-oughtta' be punished anyway," he said simply, with another shrug. "As t-terrible as...it may sound, 'm grateful, in a way... He ain't here t'hurt anybody anymore. An' I mean, my...mind still works. B-but it works slower now. An' sometimes, if I-I try, I almost f-forget about ev'rythin' I did." Almost.

[thehesitantwolf]

Why didn't you leave? Or even tell your mother about it?

"How could I leave?" He asked. "Mama knew all a-about it, when things got real bad... She didn' like it o'course, but that was 'er son. An' he was m-my little brother..." And in the end of the world, family was all they had. Even if it was terrible. 

He sighed, and shook his head a bit. "Even if 'e was crazy... He was still my brother."

[thehesitantwolf]

If you refused did he ever hurt you?

"He threatened to..." he paused, thinking about it, and shrugging a little, "We ex...exchanged blows a f-few times, but... the last time'e hit me w-was the last time...

He'd killed Danny that time. It wasn't something that he was proud of, but it was what'd happened.

"I-I was....never aggressive," he said simply. "D-Danny was diff'rent. Got a kick outta hurtin' people. It was m-more mental threats than physical...I guess."

[thehesitantwolf]

Did Danny make you kill people a lot?

"I-I mean... he never really FORCED me... n-not at gunpoint, anyway..." he tensed a little at the thought.

"It's just...w-when the world's gone an' you only have your family there... Y'might as well b-be at gunpoint all th'time..."

[thought-i-could-save-him-deacti]

Help From Strangers...

[thought-i-could-save-him-deacti]

[I glare at you and cover up my wound. Could I really afford to trust you after what happened with the last people I met? Well…you didn’t look dangerous really and you’d already said that you were unarmed and had no intention of hurting me. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity…I was very badly injured and losing a lot of blood.]

"My name is Sarita…and I’ve been stabbed. It’s pretty bad and I could use some medical attention. "

[thehesitantwolf]

"A-alright," he muttered quietly, averting eye contact after a moment, removing bandages and gauze and tape from his bag, as well as a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide. 

He stepped a bit closer to her and poured some of the fluid onto a cloth, "This m-might s....sting a little." He cussed a little at the slowness of his voice, but started cleaning and covering up the wound. 

"How.... long you b-been alone for...?"

[thehesitantwolf]

Band and Basketball (closed RP w/graduatedbandgeek)

[graduatedbandgeek]

David had not been entirely bored watching the students play, some of whom he was familiar with. It was interesting to watch them play, to see Andrew’s teaching methods as well; sitting with a phone in his hands, periodically checking the time or answering the questioning texts of the upperclassmen.

When everything was done and Andy approached him, he stayed sitting for a few moments. “They’ve improved.” It was truth, last time he had watched them they hadn’t been so functional— or trusting of each other.

“Of course.” He answered the other with eagerness, apparently David didn’t want to head back to working so soon or he really wanted a caramel mocha; the latter was more likely. “Or we could get dinner?”

[thehesitantwolf]

"Oh! Well…"

He was quiet and thought a moment. He wasn’t sure how he felt about David, exactly… 

It wasn’t any kind of dislike, of course. Not at all, actually. He liked him. Which was problematic. Damn it, Andy’s last two major relationships had been with women—who he’d genuinely been attracted to! He’d thought that perhaps it wouldn’t ever be something to deal with again.

But alas, he was wrong…

"Heh… ‘Fraid I don’t think I can," he said. It was a lie, but he was usually convincing. "See, most of the time, I work on this small dairy farm near Macon—my family owns it. An’ I usually eat with my mother and my brother… Mama’d be real mad if I didn’t let her know ahead of time, and I’ll be expected pretty soon…"

He smiled a little, merely to make it clear that it wasn’t something against David himself. “I’d invite you…” But no.

[thehesitantwolf]

Lone Wolves [closed RP with seenxitxbefore]

He’d been wandering almost aimlessly for a few days now. Once that group had up and left them, things had gone bad, and Danny’d gone absolutely crazy. Andy was all alone now, and he was different. He couldn’t walk right or talk right, and he was always dizzy. Even his features had changed a little—he looked sleepy, his features a little bit sunken. Not too noticeable, but still there.

He carried a lot of supplies with him—a handgun, a knife, a metal bat that he kept in a bat-bag on his back. A backpack with a few water bottles and some food. None of the stuff he and his mother and brother had been making these last couple months—that stuff made him feel sick.

Eventually he found an old-looking house in a quiet, still-rural area. And, after a few minutes of just looking around, he made his way inside quietly, just hoping to get some real sleep.

But, despite now being deaf in one ear, he thought he heard…something.

"…Hello?"

[seenxitxbefore-deactivated20160]

Jane had finally settled into the house’s small attic. She’d slept there for days; it definitely wasn’t the most comfortable place, but it provided shelter and concealed her from walkers and wandering survivors   or so she thought. 

The woman stared at the wooden ceiling conformed to the shape of the roof above. The house was old,  and signs of wear could be seen at any turn.  She sighed as a breeze came in through a shattered window. 

The sound of creaking below startled the woman, and she bolted up. The motion caused a loose board to squeak. She assumed that the wind caused the unsettling noises in the house, so she slowly lowered herself back down, the same board creaking as it moved with her. 

Jane’s ear was pressed to the firm floor, heart still racing. A voice calling out made the racing stop. She felt her heart skip a beat. She thought that this place was hidden   that no one would ever find it!

The woman stood and strolled to the corner of the attic, her boots scraping across the floor. That was not a smart move. Now the intruder could probably find out where she was.

[thehesitantwolf]

"Hmmm..."

He didn't say anything for a few moments, merely walking around quietly. The house wasn't in total ruins--like whoever had initially occupied it had done so without a struggle.

But the thought of that was unsettling as well. Because what if the previous occupier had never left? Perhaps they'd died in peace, but had never left as a walker...

Still, Andy didn't have the time or patience to question all of that. And as the sound came from above him he tensed. "Hello?" He called for the second time. "...I-I ain't lookin' for trouble. An'I'm alone..."

[thehesitantwolf]

Mun: *bursts into hysterical tears and crying*

Andy: ...

[thought-i-could-save-him-deacti]

Help From Strangers...

[thought-i-could-save-him-deacti]

[Cautiously, I looked you up and down and backed away from you. I know you had said you wouldn’t do anything violent, but I had been tricked into thinking that before. That’s when I truly learned that strangers couldn’t be trusted. However, I needed medical attention, or at least medical supplies. The cut in my side wasn’t getting any better after all, but I didn’t trust you…]

[I took another good look at you, and nodded slowly.] “Yes…I’m alone…who are you and what do you want?”

[thehesitantwolf]

"I-I'm Andy Saint John," he repeated, with a similar degree of caution. However, he didn't think that this woman would be able to hurt him even if he tried, "I'm just lookin' f-for a group..."

He was quiet a moment, before realizing she was bleeding. "Hey... you... y'need some help?" He asked, still nervous, but not terribly so. "I used t'work on a farm, I've g-got some experience with injuries..." he cussed quietly at how slowly his words came out.

"What's your n-name...?"

[thought-i-could-save-him-deacti]

Help From Strangers...

[With a groan, I press forward in on the trail. I was in the middle of an enormous forest, with no idea where I was headed. I didn’t have a group, but was unfortunate enough to meet a very hostile collection of people. They demanded I give them my supplies and lead them to my group but when I told them I had neither, they attacked me. One had a gun but missed the shot, but another managed to stab me on my left side. I knew I needed help, but where was I going to find it in here?]

[Suddenly, a twig snaps somewhere behind me and I jump in surprise.] “Oh, great…more people.” [I look around but didn’t see any signs of life. Just as I was about to go on, another twig snapped. Paranoid now more than ever, I crouch down and pick up a rock, ready to attack if need be.] “Who’s there!?”

thehesitantwolf

[thehesitantwolf]

Andy jumped slightly, not scared so much as surprised. It only sounded like there was one other person.

He'd been a few feet away near the trees, and hadn't even noticed Sarita up until this point. "I-I ain't gonna do... a-anything violent," he said, stepping closer slowly so that she could see him.

His face seemed tired, eyes sleepy, features a bit sunken. Not too noticeable, but still there. That was just how he looked after what Danny did to him.

"I-I'm... Andy. Andy Saint John," he muttered, a little sadly, "And I-I'm alone. Y'alone?"

[thehesitantwolf]

Band and Basketball (closed RP w/graduatedbandgeek)

[graduatedbandgeek]

4:30? Band practice would be ending around six..Well he could cancel it; schedule for a Saturday rehearsal from two to six. He could text a few of the seniors to tell the others rehearsal was canceled. A bemused chuckle graced his lips as he pictured the students faces when they realized they could go home.

“Why don’t I come with you and watch?” It wasn’t a question, not really, David was going to find himself going through with his plan whether or not he could watch. He could linger in the band hall of the other said no— play his flute if he wanted to.

“If you don’t mind that is. I-I wouldn’t want to intrude or anything.” He took a few steps to the door, having already picked up his keys to lock the room. “It’ll be fun and if you agree maybe next time I’ll let you watch me ‘coach’ my kids.” Play on words!

[thehesitantwolf]

Shit.

"Oh. Well, if you’re sure you’d rather do that, then… I wouldn’t mind it, really." That was a dirty lie, but he was a good liar, so it didn’t really matter. 

"They get kinda nervous when someone’s watchin’, though. Outside of games." In games, the crowds were too big to focus on particular people. But with just one person watching…

Still, he was careful about it and made it look like he didn’t mind too much. And he didn’t acknowledge the fact that he was nervous as David watched him coaching. He wasn’t a loud or angry coach as some could be, so he didn’t worry about being seen as a brute or as unkind. 

Once four thirty came, he turned his attention to David, a little awkwardly. “They’re not olympic champs,” he said simply, shrugging a bit, “But they ain’t bad…” he paused, and cleared his throat, “You still wanna get coffee…?”