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&& i'll never leave you.;; ( the blonde chuckled to herself, walking into the rather packed coffee shop - she knew that the chances of getting some peace and quiet at this time of day were slim, but she had her hopes up )lol im like rly late im sorry jaz ily
;; ( oh, well )
;; ( she didn't waste her time lining up and placing an order, patiently waiting for it at the pick up counter )"thank you."
;; ( she had sent a smile over at the barista, her drink in hand. she raised the cup to her lips, putting it back down immediately upon noticing that it wasn't hers. she turned to the woman beside her, a guilty look on her face )". . . oh my god."
"was this yours?"
"i'm so, so sorry."
cap in yo' ass. d aRLINGGGG SHHSHSHSHSH
it's okay <3 ily2
--
( / rebs honestly didn't get coffee too often )
( / she was more of an energy drink kinda girl )
( / but she ended up in a coffee shop anyway )
( / em nagged her to 'try coffee, not that sugary stuff' )
( / whatever mOM )
( / and the first experience she has is some girl taking her drink ?? )
( / she would've gotten mad, but ... )
( / this girl was so pretty??? )
( / and she kinda went quiet for a bit in awe )
"...Oh, uh,"
"No. Well, yes, it was mine, but no, don't feel sorry. It's okay."
( / nod nod )
"I mean. It happens."
( / right? it's a thing that does happen? )
it's okay <3 ily2
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( / rebs honestly didn't get coffee too often )
( / she was more of an energy drink kinda girl )
( / but she ended up in a coffee shop anyway )
( / em nagged her to 'try coffee, not that sugary stuff' )
( / whatever mOM )
( / and the first experience she has is some girl taking her drink ?? )
( / she would've gotten mad, but ... )
( / this girl was so pretty??? )
( / and she kinda went quiet for a bit in awe )
"...Oh, uh,"
"No. Well, yes, it was mine, but no, don't feel sorry. It's okay."
( / nod nod )
"I mean. It happens."
( / right? it's a thing that does happen? )
don't open,
dead inside.
☠ ☠ ☠ .
ii. && they were on fire, in truth. The exertion of keeping such a pace was wearing him thin. No, he’d have to stop, but the fear within him wanted him to keep pushing on. He had to, after all. it’s what his father would’ve wanted. But his body was so weak.
iii. He could rest. Just for a moment. That’s all he’d need. But then a resounding crack exploded across the forest. His eyes widened, at the sound. They couldn’t still be following him, could they ? A rustling in the deeper parts of the woods told him it might very well be possible. && at that moment, he decided not to run. He was tired of running.
dead inside.
☠ ☠ ☠ .
binch....... what's up.i. It seemed as though he had been running for days now. Nights melded into days, the miles passed him by. There were times he thought he had been killed while running, && as a curse, he was now doomed to spend the rest of eternity in an endless loop. The only way he knew he was truly alive was through the inhaling && exhaling of air through his lungs.
take this nasty bs bc i'm tired.
ii. && they were on fire, in truth. The exertion of keeping such a pace was wearing him thin. No, he’d have to stop, but the fear within him wanted him to keep pushing on. He had to, after all. it’s what his father would’ve wanted. But his body was so weak.
iii. He could rest. Just for a moment. That’s all he’d need. But then a resounding crack exploded across the forest. His eyes widened, at the sound. They couldn’t still be following him, could they ? A rustling in the deeper parts of the woods told him it might very well be possible. && at that moment, he decided not to run. He was tired of running.
- ❝ Come on out then, ❞ he brandished the long machete he had stolen from one of the men. ❝ I’m not running any more. ❞
cap in yo' ass. death is what's up
shhshshshs not bs
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This wasn't the world that Rebs was from, but it held similar principles to her homeland. Things were out trying to kill you, you kill them first. You also could get killed by crazy people, so watch out. Yep, just like home. But this wasn't her home, no matter how 'optimistically' she would try to look at it. These creatures weren't aliens, they were dead people. That were...still alive. Growling and trying to nip at her limbs. Disgusting. She had seen people get eaten, she had seen people running from hoards. It hadn't been a week, and Rebs was already losing her facial expression of disgust from seeing all these things. All she wanted to do was get home, but how could she even do that when she couldn't answer how she got here in the first place?
The day had gotten colder since Rebs first stepped foot outside of the makeshift shack she resided in. At first, it felt as though the wind was just brisk enough to keep you cool, but not chill you. Now...she couldn't really say that. Maybe it was because she wasn't running around like a loon, but more so keeping her hands in her pockets and doing one of her usual directionless strolls. She was just absentmindedly wandering, and before she knew it, she heard something...running in the distance. What it was, she couldn't tell. So, as the curious teenager she was, she went to have a peek.
And she saw a boy running from a few older men. Honestly, she should have chimed in to help. But the boy was too fast (and possibly too furious) and before she knew it, the men were left behind panting and cursing and "god dammit you let him get away" -ing and so Rebs found it a better plan to go the long way and try to meet up with the kid. Didn't really want to talk to those losers. They looked fifty shades of, well, shady. So she went in the direction that she believed she saw the boy go, and eventually landed upon him. But it wasn't the image of a scared child that she saw...it was a child that was armed with a massive blade. And not just any blade, but the blade of which Rebs used a few years ago to amputate her own arm. Her little stump under the metal ached just thinking about it.
Rebs opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again. What could she say that would calm him down? To let him know she wasn't going to hurt him? Think, Rebs, think.
"Well, I'm out already." she began. "If you wanted to look at me, anyway. I'm not here to jump you, alright? I was just making sure..." that you were safe. A weird thing to tell a stranger. "...that those bastards didn't catch up to you was all."
shhshshshs not bs
--
This wasn't the world that Rebs was from, but it held similar principles to her homeland. Things were out trying to kill you, you kill them first. You also could get killed by crazy people, so watch out. Yep, just like home. But this wasn't her home, no matter how 'optimistically' she would try to look at it. These creatures weren't aliens, they were dead people. That were...still alive. Growling and trying to nip at her limbs. Disgusting. She had seen people get eaten, she had seen people running from hoards. It hadn't been a week, and Rebs was already losing her facial expression of disgust from seeing all these things. All she wanted to do was get home, but how could she even do that when she couldn't answer how she got here in the first place?
The day had gotten colder since Rebs first stepped foot outside of the makeshift shack she resided in. At first, it felt as though the wind was just brisk enough to keep you cool, but not chill you. Now...she couldn't really say that. Maybe it was because she wasn't running around like a loon, but more so keeping her hands in her pockets and doing one of her usual directionless strolls. She was just absentmindedly wandering, and before she knew it, she heard something...running in the distance. What it was, she couldn't tell. So, as the curious teenager she was, she went to have a peek.
And she saw a boy running from a few older men. Honestly, she should have chimed in to help. But the boy was too fast (and possibly too furious) and before she knew it, the men were left behind panting and cursing and "god dammit you let him get away" -ing and so Rebs found it a better plan to go the long way and try to meet up with the kid. Didn't really want to talk to those losers. They looked fifty shades of, well, shady. So she went in the direction that she believed she saw the boy go, and eventually landed upon him. But it wasn't the image of a scared child that she saw...it was a child that was armed with a massive blade. And not just any blade, but the blade of which Rebs used a few years ago to amputate her own arm. Her little stump under the metal ached just thinking about it.
Rebs opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again. What could she say that would calm him down? To let him know she wasn't going to hurt him? Think, Rebs, think.
"Well, I'm out already." she began. "If you wanted to look at me, anyway. I'm not here to jump you, alright? I was just making sure..." that you were safe. A weird thing to tell a stranger. "...that those bastards didn't catch up to you was all."
i. Azure optics waste no time snapping towards the direction that the voice was coming from, fright evident upon his paled visage. Who the hell was this ? Was she working with the men ? Did she ' belong ' to that bastard Negan ? His breath immediately catches in his throat, knuckles whitening as his hold on the machete never yields. He's almost tempted to cry, not from sadness however, of course not, he wants to cry due to absolute fury. He's beyond mad, even the word aggravated being an understatement. The youth could feel his blood boil in disdain, brows scrunched up together as he shot the other a scowl. She wanted to make sure he was okay ? Ha, like hell did he believe that. Negan was relentless, && so he had no doubt in his mind whatsoever that she could just be working for him, pretending as if she wasn't associated with the others. He knew better. Knew better than to trust people he didn't know.
- ❝ Stop fucking around with me, I'll kill you, I swear I will. ❞
- ❝ Leave me alone or I'll bury this shit in your head. ❞
- ❝ Just die. ❞
The anger within the boy was evident, especially with his displayed swing of the machete. She didn't flinch at the action, she just merely winced. And even though Rebs was almost certain this boy didn't want empathy nor sympathy, she couldn't help but feel a bit of it in her chest. The desire to be alone, but the fear of it. The longing to be tough, but couldn't muster the dedication to be. She could go on and on about how her life was an example of that, how everything he was doing was like looking into a mirror in the past for her, but she found it best to keep her mouth shut on that matter.
"I'm not fucking around with you." That was what she began with, keeping her voice low and trying to add a hint of assurance. "I get that you have trust issues and whatever -" that much was openly displayed, "- but honestly, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just...kind of relieved to find someone else that didn't give me a weird vibe just by looking at them." For, those men who were chasing him were one of the few people who gave her a weird vibe.
"Here." She dug in her pockets, to show that yes, she was armed. In a setting like this, it'd be dumb not to be. To demonstrate her pacifism, she dropped them on the grounds, hands up. One flesh, one metal. Her breath was slow, and her face was one of serenity. If she really wanted to scare the kid, she would have already. Why was he so startled?
"But, I get it. Things are shitty here." An understatement. "If you really want me to go, or if you want to go, I'm not really going to be able to stop you. I was just hoping for a little...explanation as to where I am, without getting assaulted or something." She had asked a man before where she was, asked him why the zombies were existent in the first place. He first corrected her by calling them walkers, and then tried to get a bit too close for comfort. When refused, he tried to get aggressive, but not before Rebs capped him. She had no time for that anymore.
So...if this boy would just calm down, maybe she could actually be enlightened, and not feel as lost as a kid in a crowd.
"I'm not fucking around with you." That was what she began with, keeping her voice low and trying to add a hint of assurance. "I get that you have trust issues and whatever -" that much was openly displayed, "- but honestly, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just...kind of relieved to find someone else that didn't give me a weird vibe just by looking at them." For, those men who were chasing him were one of the few people who gave her a weird vibe.
"Here." She dug in her pockets, to show that yes, she was armed. In a setting like this, it'd be dumb not to be. To demonstrate her pacifism, she dropped them on the grounds, hands up. One flesh, one metal. Her breath was slow, and her face was one of serenity. If she really wanted to scare the kid, she would have already. Why was he so startled?
"But, I get it. Things are shitty here." An understatement. "If you really want me to go, or if you want to go, I'm not really going to be able to stop you. I was just hoping for a little...explanation as to where I am, without getting assaulted or something." She had asked a man before where she was, asked him why the zombies were existent in the first place. He first corrected her by calling them walkers, and then tried to get a bit too close for comfort. When refused, he tried to get aggressive, but not before Rebs capped him. She had no time for that anymore.
So...if this boy would just calm down, maybe she could actually be enlightened, and not feel as lost as a kid in a crowd.
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