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[adoxography]

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»NATALIE MILLER«
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twenty-three
lesbian
streets
ment;olivia
with; verose&gabe
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The woman's head pounded as she let her gaze slip down the nearby alleys, her eyebrows furrowed at the stabbing behind her eyes. When she saw Verose, there was a audible sigh of relief and the tension in her shoulders eased a little. Nat found herself breathing easier, though she still strained her eyes to watch for Olivia behind them. When she didn't show, she kept her eyes trained on their surroundings for another beat, trying to remember whether or not she had seen her follow Rose and her new friend. It seemed that her friend gave the new guy her seal of approval - which was personally, all Nat needed. She was curious, but she trusted Verose' judgement.

She let her eyes slip over the woman as she approached, scanning for injuries. That was a cute little greeting thing people did these days - check each other out with the expectation of a dire injury. Nat wasn't happy to see any blood, but when she concluded a maimed arm may have been the only damage, she relaxed a bit more. Hugging her friend just as quickly, she did her best to keep the blood running down her leg away. "What, this? Nothing," She scoffed quietly, giving her friend her trademarked grin before she scanned the man for injuries as an afterthought. He seemed to be alright. Didn't look to be sick, and didn't seem to be hostile - which was a win, all in all. The bar was pretty low.

"Get out of the snow, you're going to catch a cold," She teased, motioning for Verose to stand. The glass had gotten in a pretty good slice, but it certainly wasn't going to be the center of attention, not now and not later. She was alive, and a good handful of the dead were dead. Well, again. "Have you gotten that cleaned up, are you going to get bitey on us tonight?" She asked, pointing to her pal's arm. Her tone said she was joking, but the idea made her stomach churn.

Nat hated that this was the new reality - where bumping into a friend on the street meant playing off asking if they were going to die. It was grim. They were vulnerable at any moment of the day, both literally and figuratively. Vulnerability wasn't her strong suit, it made a lifestyle of solitude pretty appealing.

Snapping herself from a trance, Natalie interrupted her thoughts, "Where's Oli, and who's your new friend?" She had to practice some self-control to keep from calling him her smolder-ey stray. Smart comments did not make for great first impressions - especially not to strangers who likely just helped defend people that you'd very much prefer to stay alive. That's just end-of-the-wold etiquette, and her mom definitely tried to teach her to be polite.

[pecos]

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍
[ male ] [ twenty four ] [ solitude ] [ mentions: nat ] [ tagged: olivia ]

william couldn't help but chuckle at the woman's comment. if he hadn't seen her skills with a bow, he would have doubted that she was capable of such a task. but after seeing her take down many revived with her bow, he was quite sure that what she spoke of was true. "only if you are," he stated. "wouldn't want to run out of here if you're just gonna stay. i sure didn't put my life on the line for nothing." he shot her a smile as if to let her know that he was messing with her. as she spoke of the revived that were a much bigger problem than the one at hand currently, his eyebrows shot up. "i sure don't! not sure i could take down one of the big guys with a rope, a brick, and a ten inch throwing knife."

his lips curved into a smile as she shared her name with him. his good mood faltered though as she gave him the nickname "dagger boy." he laughed quietly to cover up his annoyance before returning to her gaze. "i'm william." he noticed her gaze shift over to the rope in his hands, and he grinned as a revived approached. "you might wanna duck," he said, not wanting to hit her over the head with a brick. he spun in a circle and let the rope fly free, hitting any revived within the ropes diameter. when he turned back to olivia, her attention was focused on a nearby building, a look of concern rippling across her face for a moment. "you got a friend up there or somethin'?" he questioned, hesitating for a moment before walking over and following her gaze.

[eleutheromania]

𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑨 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻
[ female ] [ twenty five ] [ commander ] [ mentions: nat, rose, gabe ] [ tags: william]

before she could really respond to him, she was told to duck and did exactly that. once he seemed finished, she stood back up and relaxed, he didn't seem threatening at all and olive decided she could trust him for now, after all he did help a bit with the whole situation, as did that other guy she didn't know the name of the verose ran off with. she was a little ticked off at the girl for doing such a stunt to begin with but bygones be bygones in her mind for now. "well william, i do. i'm sure she's okay but i'd like to check that out while still able." she explained to him in response, her gaze turning to him and no longer focused on the building. "only issue is i know where she went but not where she currently is." olive added thoughtfully before she sighed. running a bare hand through her hair, her fingertips were already red from the cold, she really needed to invest in finding some gloves or making some somehow.

"though i'm not sure if going after her without knowing where exactly she went is a good idea with this mess around us." she told william as she lifted her bow and let an arrow fly towards a revived that was ambling up behind the young man. it seemed more important to keep moving than to stay in one spot, though she was surprised she hadn't seen the big guys yet, they were a force to reckon with and usually arrows and knives had no affects on them. olive did have a revolver hidden on her but she had no plans on using it unless it was an emergency.

[Evelysia]

( ★ )──𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐎 𝐒 𝐄 ，
xxxrole. member & loc. city & nationality. british & gender. female & sexuality. bi & mentions. . & tags. gabe/natalie

Verose's worries were slightly eased by Nat's trademark grin. She had been very worried for her. When Nat tells Rose to get up, she chuckles, "Catching a cold is probably the least of my problems." She says before standing up carefully, not wanting to slip again. That definitely wouldn't be a very interesting experience. When she glances at her arm and asks Rose if she'll be alright, Rose smiles and nods. "I'm fine; but I can't promise that I won't get a little bitey." She smirks, giving Nat a teasing wink.

Seeing Nat glance at Gabe reminds Rose that she forgot to introduce them properly. She takes a step to the side before speaking, "Natalie, this is Gabe. He's a loner, although possibly not for long?" She says, casting a questioning glance at him, curious as to if he'd decide to join their group of people. But after a moment, she decides they should probably start heading back to the safe house as soon as possible. It was no longer morning after all of events, and more of a mid day-early afternoon setting from what she could tell by looking up at the hidden sun through the clouded snowy sky. She didn't want to stay out any longer, feeling cold enough already. She begins to wonder if Olivia would be upset if Gabe came with them to the safe house, but in the current mood she was towards her, she didn't care if she upset her or not. She'd just have to deal with it, in Verose's opinion. "And do you guys want to start heading back to the safe house now? I don't know about y'all but I'm still tired from not sleeping last night, and I'm kind of freezing." She says, her british accent ringing out as she pulls her faded purple parka closer to herself.

[ArtyAlpha]

D E X T E R •
Lieutenant ∞ cismale ∞ heterosexual ∞ twenty three ∞ tags; Sai

The girls seemed to stiffen and grow uncomfortable at Dexter's arrival. But he ignored such an action, it was common for people to feel weary around him. Not only being the second in command, Dexter knows that he's not exactly the most friendly and well known man for his friendliness. Dexter was more logic than heart when it comes to decisions, and he has had to make some very hard ones in his life. It's probably why he was chosen for the rank he holds, he gets the hard jobs done. He sighed and simply made a motion like a nod to acknowledge them leaving.

Turning back to Sai, the Lieutenant sighed and thought of his schedule for the rest of the day. Not that much came timing but Dexter knew he would be simply doing bits and pieces around the base, at least taking care of everything while his Commander is absent. Dexter crossed his arms over his broad chest and looked to the Sai "No current permanent schedule. Just finished a few hours in the training room. I'll probably just be taking care of things while Liv is gone."

T I G E R L I L L Y •
Member ∞ cisfemale ∞ heterosexual ∞ twenty three ∞ tags;open

As Tiger wandered around the vast wasteland. She felt her feet trudge through the snow. She smiled happily and pawed at the snow like a kitten with yarn. TigerLilly enjoyed the soft feeling of thin snow. This was only her second time seeing such a beautiful image, feeling the cold, sweetness that was birthed from the skies above. Snow was everywhere. Tiger left he bed and got into her warmest clothes the moment she recognised the floating white specks.

[memichoo]

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Aubree Garrison
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➳ || bree || female || 22
rank:; novice
feels:; uneasy - alert
location:; camp
tags:; hazlyn - sai - dexter

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➳ Aubree glanced towards the snowy city as Hazlyn explained their situation to the two men. They were very fortunate to have a pharmacy so close. As long as the revived didn't get into the building and ravage the stores medications, they had a fair supply that would last them for a little while. Having the nearest pharmacy farther away, like several more blocks, would be plenty more risky. In open areas, other smaller survivor groups could likely take advantage of an unclaimed pharmacy and grab as much as possible. Having a big group- big in apocolyptic terms, as least- acted as a useful deterrent. It made scavenging easier for the two medics, and rescue missions more efficient if anything happened to said medics. The thought unnerved her, but she knew that the group would be extra cautious where their medics were concerned. There was no arrogance or entitlement in the thought. It was logical to treasure those with more skills, especially healing ones in a world where an injury could be fatal.

Glancing back at Hazlyn's mention of her name, she patted her jacket to feel the contents of the padded inside pockets, some quick-access knives and daggers she had in an emergency. Her satchel contained more blades, varying from kitchen knives to hunting knives, that hid a small pistol at the bottom. She knew how loud guns were without a silencer, and a gunshot was a dead giveaway to every revived around. Satisfied that she was properly prepared for their little adventure, she gave a slight smile to Sai in an attempt to show that their leaving wasn't hostile. It irked her a bit that Dexter had only given them a slight nod and nothing more, but she knew better than to voice her irritation. With his muscles and detached demeanor, it was better to keep on his neutral side. She doubted she'd ever get to his good side. The girl gave a weary sigh as she followed Hazlyn. "Sorry about that," she murmured as she caught up, "I meant to ask Sai and leave, not to start a party." The doctor seemed frustrated, so Bree attempted to soothe her irritation.

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Gabriel Roland
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➢ || gabe || male || 24
rank:; solitude
feels:; amused - uncertain
location:; city
tags:; verose

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➢ Gabriel gave a nod at Rose's words, falling behind her steps silently. He knew the area better than the palms of his hands, treading each alley at least ten times since he found them, but willingly let his companion led. She took a different route than they had previously taken, a smart move he approved of, but still kept them going in the correct direction. It was clear the alleys were familiar to her, too. Trailing behind the woman, he noted the occasional twitch of her fingers. The pain from her injury was more bothersome than she let on. He admired that silent endurance; he couldn't stand those people who whined and complained after obtaining a paper cut. Pain, though unpleasant, was temporary. He didn't pity those who felt it, but he did know that healthier allies were better than injured ones. The dark-haired man let his eyes adjust to the blinding white snow once they left the maze of alleys, blinking against the sudden brightness. Rose found her friend quickly, an array of emotions flitting across her face. Watching the two interact, he could see their bond like a string between them. He had never really had a close friend when he was younger; between his family and his job, he didn't have enough time to. It didn't bother him.

Running his eyes down Nat's body, his eyes narrowed in on the cut down her leg. Seeing a lack of other injuries- bites, in particular- he let his shoulders relax a fraction. A wounded leg was a bit worse than an arm, as legs are essential in escaping, but they were both alive. In fact, the short-haired woman seemed rather perky with her grin and frequent teasing. As the two women chatted, he watched the buildings surrounding them. After spending weeks without speaking, their voices seemed unbearably loud in the empty street. At the mention of his name, he focused back on the conversation. He let Rose introduce him, raising a brow at the last part of her sentence. Of course they would expect him to join, after he technically helped them. He hadn't planned on interacting with the group members so much; he saw an exciting opportunity to take down some revived creatures and took it. The loner had no real intention to immedientally join the group. He was relieved Rose didn't press the matter, instead pointing out that they should seek a safe house. It was a logical option, with the chilling air and rapidly darkening sky. To be caught wandering the streets outside at night was a death wish. Glancing at the eerily dark building surrounding them, Gabe decided that he would take advantage of their hospitality and join them at the safe house. It was a risk; if they chose to kick him out, he'd be surely screwed in the night. He hoped Rose would attempt to save his skin if that happened.

[adoxography]

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twenty-three
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Apprehension coiled in Nat's stomach at the mention of bringing a newcomer to the safehouse. She trusted Verose' judgement more than most people, but the risk this time was rather large. How long had it been exactly, since they had even left their home this morning? A few hours at most, and yet she seemed convinced, it didn't even look like she had thought twice. Who knew what Olivia and Dexter had to say about the matter. Nat wasn't exactly afraid of making waves in any aspect of her life, but any issues would definitely be inconvenient. She intended to back her friend up, but not mindlessly. Especially considering that he didn't look convinced, she'd keep a close eye on him. It was only logical for the safety of the others - hopefully he'd respect that. In fact, She'd be more skeptical of him if he couldn't.

Fatigue finally pushing through to the surface in the calm moment, Natalie nodded along with her Verose' suggestion, rolling her head on her shoulders and shoving her hands back into her pockets. They'd have to be quieter on the walk back, she knew this area was clear, but not the few blocks beyond on their way back. It was inconvenient - she wanted to put more to the face of the new guy. The woman pulled a hand from her pockets to shake his, but seeing that it had been covered in blood and grime from the fall, she thought again. Instead, she offered a genuine, but low-effort half smile. "Well it's nice to meet you Gabe, I'm Nat." Jerking her head in the direction of their home, she started off. Perhaps she should have a bit of urgency about her - the fact that she should be paying Hazlyn a visit nagging at the back of her mind. It didn't faze her. Instead, she carried on rather slowly, scanning the area around them as she took the lead. It was better to be slow and keep from leading others into anything dangerous. "Perhaps, uh, we should do most of the talking when we get there?" She suggested gently, her voice lowered as she tossed a look over her shoulder to Ro.

[Evelysia]

( ★ )──𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐎 𝐒 𝐄 ，
xxxrole. member & loc. city/safehouse & nationality. british & gender. female & sexuality. bi & mentions. everyone & tags. gabe/natalie

Verose begins to follow Natalie back to the safehouse quietly, trying to not draw any attention to the three. When Nat asks her if they should do most of the talking, Rose nods in agreement. She was slightly distracted with the events that had went down earlier. She could've easily been bitten earlier and her life would've been stolen from her. The thought of it makes her shiver. This was one of the rare moments that Rose would be seen deep in thought. She begins to wonder about finding herself a new weapon. A blade of some sort, not a machete. She'd want something longer, so that she wouldn't have to get so closed to the revived. She decides that later tonight she'll sneak out and go looking for one. The last thing she wanted to do was to drag Nat or Gabe into another potential mess. Rose glances down at her arm, noticing that the bleeding had went through the bandages and the side she was staring at was now stained red. A small sigh escapes her pale lips as she looks up at the sky above.

This was their life now. Running, hiding, fighting. Scavenging. Getting hurt. It wasn't fun by any means, but the people around her made it easier. She thinks back to when the apocalypse first started. She'd had many thoughts about ending it herself instead of possibly allowing herself to get attacked by the dead men walking. But those thoughts were long gone now. People like Nat helped keep Rose's spirits up, giving her a sense of normality that she very much appreciated. She glances at Gabe curiously, wondering how the others would feel about him. Even though Verose had sensed something kind of strange with him, she trusted him. If he had wanted to harm her, he'd have done it when they were alone, and he didn't. Hell, he even offered her some help with her arm. If anything, he hadn't shown any intent to hurt anyone. Therefore, to her, he wasn't a threat. And there was strength in numbers. If Olivia or Dexter had something to say about him, she'd stand up for him. Bringing him to the safehouse for the night, or possibly longer should he chose to stay, was her way of repaying him for the trouble she caused. As they finally reach the safehouse, she follows Natalie inside, motioning for Gabe to come inside as well.

[Serpantdragon]

Hazlyn Walsh- 24 years- Doctor- Tags; Aubree

Hazlyn looked back at the younger woman and took a deep breath in through her mouth, slowly releasing it through her nose. The woman watched the steam as she released the air. "It is fine," she calmly stated as the brunette listened to her boots crunch in the snow. She constantly turned her head to watch around the pair, hoping to avoid anyone who was out here, as well as avoid any of the revived. "I over reacted a little anyways." Hazlyn almost never stated about being at fault for anything, so this was a surprise to Hazlyn herself. It didn't take long until the Pharmacy was in view of Hazlyn, so she quickened her footsteps, but continued to make sure there was no one around and nothing ready to kill them.

[pecos]

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍
[ male ] [ twenty four ] [ solitude ] [ mentions: nat ] [ tagged: olivia ]

william knitted his brow. "i'm sure she's fine. she must know what she's doing, otherwise she wouldn't have drawn all that attention to herself. if anything, i'm betting you she's headed back to wherever you're all staying currently." he barely flinched as an arrow whizzed by his ear. although he had just met olivia, he believed she was telling the truth when she said if she had wanted him dead, he would be already.

𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄
[ female ] [ twelve ] [ member ] [ mentions: dexter, sai, aubree, hazlyn ] [ tagged: . ]

sammy gripped the thin wool blanket tightly in her fingers as she pressed her ear up to the drywall. she could clearly pick out voices from the opposite side, and she sat and waited, straining to catch every word. the hollow walls provided sammy with the highest quality eavesdropping she could manage, and she barely had to purposely listen to overhear the conversation occurring. she wasn't quite sure what the other group members were speaking of, seeing as she wasn't fully part of the conversation, but she did understand that many members of the group were not present.

there were hurried footsteps, leaving only two voices remaining. one of the voices she heard quite often through the thin walls and instantly recognized it as the voice of the lieutenant, dexter. the other voice was a bit harder to match to it's owner but sammy eventually matched it to sai. samantha bit her bottom lip in concentration as she pressed her ear further against the cold drywall.

( sorry,, these are p short, i didn't have much muse ;;