Viana Libba

Crooked Kind

Rick nodded slightly as she explained her story. It was impressive that she had managed to survive this long. He had to hand it to her for obviously stepping up and getting her hands dirty when it may have not come natural to her. Rick just shook his head slightly. “I didn’t even know it had happened. I got shot, on the job, before this all happened. I was in a coma.” He explained quietly as the memories of waking up in the lonely hospital came back to the forefront of his mind. “I had no idea what had happened, part of me thought I was still stuck in a dream or the coma.” He shook his head again. “I went home and no one was there and a father and son found me. They took me in and explained what had happened. After that I just made it my mission to find my wife and son.”

Viana listened to his story thoughtfully and without any interruption. "It must have been quite terrifying for you then. I mean to anybody it would be but to just go from one extreme to another." She had to admit she was quite impressed with him. "We both got lucky, good people found us. Military men took me in. Unforgettably they were slaughtered. Well not everyone is good in this world." She was thankful she had his arm to steady herself, she was hoping they could fix her up soon so she could talk to the man some more. "Could I hold your daughter? I haven't seen a baby since before.. Is that a weird question?"

Crooked Kind

Rick nodded his head a bit impressed at the skill set. He wasn’t entirely sure if they would ever get any use from it but it was good to know that someone was capable of the task if they decided to do that. But where would they fly? Was there anywhere worth flying to? Rick really wasn’t certain. For now it was just more he was getting to know about the newest member of the group. “Bored rich kid?” He questioned with a small smirk. The end of the world would’ve likely been a vicious wake up call. No one was immune to how the world had fallen. “So what’d you do before all this besides fly planes?”

She blushed slightly when he said bored rich kid but she also couldn't help but enjoy his little smirk. She was starting to cope with her wound a bit better. "Oh yes, very accomplished nothing doer." The end of the world certainly pushed her into reality. She giggled slightly and shook her head, "Honestly? Just lived off my rich father. I was vacationing here when it all went down. Waited a month before I even left my vacation home, flew a plane as far as I could to get out of Hawaii. I was so naive I actually wore high heels... They were actually my first weapon." She shook her head at herself. "What about you, how did you take the end of the world?"

Crooked Kind

"Aircrafts?" Rick raised a curious eyebrow as they walked along together. It was an interesting skill set for someone who said they hadn’t been much of anything before the world had turned. "I guess if you’ve got somewhere planned to fly it might be worth it. Maybe somewhere that people know to be safe. I’m sure it wouldn’t be difficult to find a plane these days though what shape they’d be in I don’t really know." Rick considered thoughtfully. "Where’d you learn to do that sort of thing?"

"Oh yes, many minor and major ones actually." She hated that she was leading him on to believe that she was something cool like a professional pilot because even that was more interesting then what she really was. "I suppose it would take some maneuvering on my part, it would be a lot easier to find everything we needed at a private airport, less populated by gnawers and better kept. We could always scour it, have it as a back up." She thought about how to answer his next question but again decided on honesty. "What else is a bored rich kid to do in her summers?"

Crooked Kind

Rick took hold of her arm when he realized how unsteady she was then. They didn’t have too much farther to walk but he wanted to ensure that she stayed on her feet. “That’s alright, I’m glad I did as well. The more people we have the better.” Rick returned the smile the talk of his children could always easily bring a smile to his face. “She’s a good baby. Almost like she knows what’s goin’ on in the world and he’s a good kid. Just tryin’ to find his way in this world like the rest of us.” He nodded his head slightly. “Well thank you. No, not military, a cop. King County.”

Viana walked with the man, she knew without him she would have died when she got back to her little shelter. "So it seems in this world." She had long accepted the world would never return to what it was. She listened to him talk about his children and it honestly made her happy for a moment, if made her feel normal. "Sounds like any of us indeed." She said with a sort of reassuring smile. "That's good to know. I wasn't anything really but I know how to fly many sorts of aircraft's.. If that's even useful anymore..."

rubyredwisp

Game of Thrones | Mean Girls Edition

Crooked Kind

"It won’t take us too long." Rick reassured as he looked at her. He could see she was likely in a lot of pain and he worried about the toll the walk might take on her but there was no other way. "How’re you feelin’?" He said watching her carefully as they walked. Another smile broke out on his face when she mentioned his children though. "My daughter is only a baby, a happy one though. My son is gettin’ close to bein’ a teenager though. I can’t believe it. He’s a good kid just tryin’ to learn how to be in this world we live in now. It was hard enough growin’ up before all this."

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"That's good." She said with a sort of relieved sigh in her voice. She didn't mind the walking, she had walked with bullet wounds before but it still hurt. "I'm alright, I'm glad you found me today." She was sure she wouldn't have found a way out of this without him. She placed her hand on his arm to sort of steady herself and hopefully that was just okay. "A baby?" She said with a smile. "I haven't seen a baby since before all this. Ah teenage son, I am sure he will end up doing great." She was happy that he still had his children. "Before all this, were you military? You give off such an authoritative but honest vibe."

Crooked Kind

Rick gave a brief smile as she addressed him so formally. It had been a long time since he’d been called that it was usually Deputy or Sheriff in front of it but occasional Carl’s friends had called him that. “Rick is fine.” He assured with another quick smile. He gave her a nod, watching her carefully as she got to her feet. Rick worried that she might not make it back to the prison to get some help for Hershel but the quicker they got moving the better chance she’d have. “Yeah, we should get goin’. You look like you could use some help. Just let me know if you need to slow down, alright?” He asked as he took a step towards the door. “Don’t you worry about that right now. Let’s just get you back and looked at first.”

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Viana quite enjoyed the mans smile. It had been awhile since she had seen someone smile, and it made her smile back at him."Very well, Rick." She said with a nod. She grew up taught to address any man with formality, so it was kind of a habit. "Of course." She said with another smile. It was hard to hide her excitement, she hadn't seen a good group in a long time. Negan had fooled her a lot. She walked out the door and began walking with him. "How far is it?" She asked curiously, holding her hand to her wound. She looked around and thought maybe they should get to know each other. "Your children, what are they like?"

Crooked Kind

Rick nodded in quiet agreement to her statement. Carl, Judith and the rest of the group had certainly been his motivations to move forwards when his world seemed to be collapsing around him. His family had been his initial motivation when he had awoken that day in the hospital. He held her gaze for a long moment as he considered her question. Rick felt as if she had been honest in her answers and he knew the more people they ultimately brought to the prison the more they could start to rebuild in the end. She seemed capable of contributing to their group. “You’re welcome to come join us if you like.” He said with a brief smile. “The choice is up to you.”

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Viana returned his brief smile. "I'd like that, Mr. Grimes." She said. She wondered what this place must have been like, it was surely better then wondering around in a foreign country alone. She struggled to her feet and lifted her gun and bag, the wound was starting to hurt less although she didn't know if that was a good thing. "Well darling we should get back whilst I can walk on my own. We don't need you dragging me now do we?" The English woman said with another quick half smile. "Perhaps once this is all looked at we can discuss some of the things I can really do." She was of course talking about her various skill of contribution.

Crooked Kind

Rick just studied the woman as she discussed the living that she had killed. There had been a time where killing the living had been the worst possible thing. But he himself had killed. Everyone had their reasons, he guessed, it only mattered to him what those reasons were now. He nodded slightly as she explained. She seemed as if she was being genuine in her responses which was all he could ask. “Four.” He replied flatly. “They all threatened the safety of my family.” It was all true in one way or another. “I had a wife and I have a son and a daughter. I also lead a small group. I had to protect them.”

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When he said that he had a wife, she knew it meant she had died and that must have been hard but then he said he had two children and a ground and she felt sort of hopeful. "Other people seem to be what keeps everyone else alive these days." She herself could admit that some nights she would be dead if the thought that anyone she knew made it out alive didn't exist. "So Rick, am I going with you or will I be staying here?" She asked wondering if she had passed his test.

Crooked Kind

Rick just nodded at her answer and gave a slight smile at her reply. He gave a small shrug of his shoulder and another nod in agreement. “I’m not really too sure either. Maybe about the same. After the first few…” Rick trailed off slightly as he remembered the half eaten reanimated corpse in the park and the one he’d beaten on his street and his fellow officer at the department, in the tank, the man in Atlanta. It all had become much of a blur after that. He pulled himself back from his thoughts. “…I stopped keepin’ count.” Rick refocused his attention on her once more. “How many living have you killed?” He paused. “And why?”

Viana listened intently as he spoke and didn't speak until he was done talking and asked his next question. She knew the exact number as he asked and she said it without hesitation. "Three." She knew he would ask why and she thought about how she should format her answer. "Two, when they were attacking my group at the military base... Bad group of men... It didn't do much good in the end I am afraid." She said regretfully. "The last one was because he was going to... Well he was going to do what he wanted and leave me to die anyways." She didn't know if she should have been so honest but she didn't think lying to him would do her any good. So she waited for his reaction and his own answers.

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Crooked Kind

Rick was a little surprised at her request. No one had ever turned the tables that way before but it only seemed fair. He could be asking those questions and have any potential answer of his own. Maybe she might not like his answers and decide not to join, fair enough. He nodded in agreement. “That’s alright.” He said as he looked at her. It wasn’t just about how she answered, it was the way she answered that he studied carefully. “How many of… we call them walkers, have you killed?”

Viana was rather relieved when he said he wouldn't mind answering the questions himself, she knew it was a fair request. "Thank you." She said ever so quietly, but probably loud enough to hear, she thought she would have lost her manners by now. He asked her how many walkers she killed and she thought about it, the military men called them deadheads, it was an interesting change. "Walkers huh? That makes sense. I've killed as many as I needed to, Maybe a hundred by now.. I'm sorry I don't like to keep exact track of that..." She still found it kind of sad that these were once people, she really needed to get over it. "What else?"

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Too Mean (x-lupo-x)

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"Actually, I’m right where I’m supposed to be." She mused, the corners of her lips pulling up into a smirk. She lowered her hand, her finger tips brushing over her own pistol she always kept so secure at her thigh. She wouldn’t pull it out just yet, but she wouldn’t hesitate to if the woman became anymore threatening.

Viana lowered her gun, she had knives in her belt and she could just as easily raise her gun back up, this woman didn't seem to have any malice intentions. "Are you sure about that then?"

Crawl (summershavok)

summershavok

Alex had been out back checking what snares he had up. Food was scarce these days and Alex was doing what he could to get through the night. Having been separated from the bandits, he had been on his own for some time now. Hearing the knock on the threshold around front he froze. Flesh eaters—No. Then the voice alerted him. Walking around the opposite direction he came up behind her. Gun cocked. “One more step and I shoot”

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Viana's eyes widened when the gun clicked, how had she not paid any attention behind her? She dropped her gun to her side but didn't drop it completely. She turned around, without stepping to or away from the man. “You do not fool around do you?” She had crossed with plenty of bad men before, she could handle whoever this guy was. “I am not here to hurt you darling, I didnt even think anyone was here...” The place looked a little more lived in, now that she actually looked around

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Crawl (summershavok)

Viana was running out of supplies and now gas in the car she had picked up a few days ago. Driving down the road she noticed a lone small style cabin. She pulled off the road and got out of her car and walked to the cabin. She walked to the door and hit her hand against the frame to call out an potential walkers. When none drew she walked through the house with her gun aimed, you never did know if people were around. She heard a shuffle noise and turned her head. "Come out, come out wherever you are."

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Too Mean (x-lupo-x)

"You look a bit lost." The English woman said with her gun out and pointed,

Crooked Kind

Viana held her hand to her wound and looked at the man. She was sure the questions he had to ask were an overall judge of her character which she could appreciate in this new world. A group of nice people sounded like exactly what she needed right now and someone who could fix her up properly too. She had been through a lot with her groups. "It sounds good to me... If after I answer, you wouldn't mind answering your own questions, respectively Rick." She had to know what she was getting into as well.

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Crooked Kind

Rick was surprised the way she let the gun fall from her hand. Exhaustion and hunger seemed to win out over any potential fear of him. He nodded his head slightly. “I figured as much.” He confirmed to her quietly. Rick’s jaw tensed slightly as he considered her question for a moment. “I do.” He finally said plainly with no further explanation after he considered her and whether or not to invite her back to the prison. Rick watched as she nibbled on the crackers. It was clear that she no longer saw him as a threat, which was fine by him, he didn’t feel like much of one if she wasn’t threatening him. Rick looked at the offered crackers for a moment before tentatively stooping and taking one with his left hand, his gun still held loosely in his right just in case. “Rick. And you are?”