𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒚

[keating]

kyra turan
36 years | woods | tagged: jimmy
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As Kyra was admiring what seemed to be a sign from the universe or perhaps God himself, if he was even out there, Jimmy quickly got her attention by grabbing onto her arm. She looked over at him curiously, studying his features, unsurprised that he'd interpreted the situation differently than she did. They always seemed to take different perspectives on things, which proved to be beneficial most of the time, but they needed to make a plan and they needed to execute it now.

"Okay," she replied calmly, "so what's the alternative?" Initially, her tone wasn't sarcastic or challenging, she just wanted to get him to think. She answered the question for him mere moments later. "We keep running until we eventually get caught and eaten alive? What's the worst that can happen, we walk right into danger? Oh wait-" A small hint of a smile formed on her lips.

[keating]

stephen graham
26 years | outside | tagged: lizzie, walter
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The satisfyingly heavy bucket of fish took Stephen by surprise as he lifted it up off the floor from the river's edge. He didn't catch as much as he'd liked to, but the large trout he did manage to catch weighed the bucket down. His proudest catch by far was that salmon he brought back a couple of weeks ago, but the trout would do just fine to feed his own family, at least.

His pole in the other hand and bag of equipment on his back, he took one last look around the area to make sure he didn't forget anything and headed back into the direction of his house where his family was no doubt starting to wake up at this point, with his father probably awake already, as usual. He and his father had their fair amount of differences, but something they've always shared is their early-bird nature. Stephen hated laying around doing nothing, which is pretty much all he could do nowadays, so any way that he could find to make himself useful was a godsend in his mind.

No less than twenty minutes later, Stephen arrived to the front of the house where he could spot Lizzie and Walter chatting. As they spoke, he walked past them and towards the front door, looking to store the fish before he went out to greet them.

It was a little hard to store his kills with no electricity for a refrigerator, but the cooler they kept in the kitchen did the job alright as long as he didn't leave them in there for too long. Just until lunchtime. Stephen removed a few water bottles from the cooler to make room for the bucket, taking one for himself and taking large gulps of water, not realizing how thirsty he was until he started drinking. With the bucket in the cooler and a few bottles on the counter, he took his own bottle with him outside to go greet his family.

"Morning! I got us lunch." He called out, briefly pointing behind him with his thumb.

[ufoparty]

❝ 𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐌 ! ! ❞
( 47 | outside | tags — walter, lizzie, stephen )

Struggling to get out of bed seemed to be the new routine. Considering that the master bed was much more welcoming than the terror outside the house and in the woods. Ruth Graham was the mother of the Grahams, the best thing she could do for her family was be there for them, and instead she continued to lay in bed, even if she wasn’t asleep.

Her bare feet hit the floor before she would be permanently glued to the bed, sending a shiver up her spine. She dressed simple, a plaint-shirt, one of Walter’s coats that practically swallowed her frame, jeans, and hiking boots.

Stepping outside she was greeted by the smell of smoke, a scent she always enjoyed. “Whatcha cooking good looking?” she cooed to Walter, hooking her hands around his forearm and resting her face against his shoulder. She gave gentle smiles to both of her children, greeting them with a mouthed ‘good morning’.

[tsoukii]

` 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎 ⥼──────────────
xxi.⤷ tags. kyra xloc. woods xrole. stranger
Needless to say, Kyra was the leader in this duo. Not that Jimmy couldn't do things himself, for himself. He got this far, hadn't he? It was only that he took the safest route. The one that got you unnoticed. It didn't frighten him to follow that smoke trail and into who knows what, he just didn't want to walk right into another deadly situation. They had adjusted to this one quite well in his opinion.

"Okay," he says after a moment of steady eye contact. Jimmy rubs his thumb and forefinger into his eyes then pinches the bridge of his nose. She trusted him, and he, her. His hand drops to hang loose from the backpack strap around his shoulder. "Let's ... let's stay together when we get there, okay?"

[welter]

☙ ◦ ⤜───────→ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫
"Teddy" ▪ stranger ▪ no tags ▪ the woods ▪ wc; 265
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The crisp morning air seemed to burrow all the way down to Theodore Carver's bones, turning his fingers useless and stiff as he fumbled with a box of matches. His campfire had gone out sometime during the night, and he definitely preferred having the comforting flames nearby. There wasn't much room for error; these three matches were his last. However, it wasn't merely the cold that was hindering his progress with the fire. He'd heard some strange noises in the middle of that same night, and now he couldn't seem to still the shivering of his fingers. Well, they hadn't necessarily been strange noises as much as snapping twigs and feet shuffling in the undergrowth, but huddling in a makeshift shelter in the pitch black darkness didn't exactly make one feel safe.

As yet another fragile match snapped against the box, Teddy huffed in resignation. He dropped back from his crouched position to sit on the dirt-floor of the forest like a defeated toddler. The straps of leather and bone hanging around his neck clacked together as they fell against his dull green sweater, causing him to hurriedly silence them with his calloused hand. Although he hadn't seen them himself, there were some strange things in these woods, and keeping quiet had seemed to keep him unharmed for now. The debris beneath him rustled as he shifted to grab his worn greenish beige backpack and dig around it for something to eat. Telling by the amount of empty space, he was running low on.. everything. A few pieces of stale jerky would have to do.

[roony]

[ ★ ] 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆
xxxxage . forty-fivexxfamily . kingxxtags . marisol


indentearly mornings were never very kind to douglas king. being the man of the household, however, it was a requirement for his duties to be fulfilled first. doug was not to be mistaken for a man who complained; he simply did what needed to be done to provide for his family. there was never a time the man wasn't stricken with worry, even in its most mildest case, which often led to him unintentionally boarding up his focus. only he knew now how important it was for his mind to be clear; a delicacy that he'd carried in the past, but not so much in the present.
indenta beaten white tee was slung over his muscular frame, the fabric stretching into the cuff of his navy jeans as he dressed himself that morning. it was beyond douglas' knowledge as to where his wife wandered off to, though it was his assumption that she was preparing breakfast. a small sigh of content slipped past the man's chapped lips, a hand stroking the side of his head, down to the scruff of his darkened beard.
indentupon making his trip outside, doug's hand firmly pushed against the screen door, the crisp morning air sending a few chills on his forearms. it was his hope that none of his children had ventured too far away from the house; all of them were old enough to take care of themselves. but he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he was stuck in the earlier timelines of being able to keep a close eye on them.
indentthe male propped a leg on the lowest step of the front porch, the other acquainting itself with the dry undergrowth as his hazel gaze glanced over to the brush of the forest. nothing had entirely been on his mind that morning, much to his surprise, until he noticed a small frame walking further in the direction of his home. doug squinted, trying his best to make out the features of said figure until they were close enough to be recognized.
indentmarisol knew better than to venture out in spotted places. it didn't appear as though she'd wandered too far off, quickly taking to note that she did enjoy admiring the budding blossoms just east of the land. once she was close enough to his reach, he took the initiative to pull his weight off of the porch steps, meeting marisol halfway.
indentafter wetting his lips, douglas took a moment to read over the words he planned to share with his daughter aloud. "you're up early," he sheepishly commented, his hazel eyes parting to the peachy skies, then back to her. "would it be dumb of me to ask if you were checking the blossoms again?" douglas asked, a playful smile curling onto his whiskered lips. he already knew the answer to the question, of course, but it never hurt to strike up a bit of small talk when he could.

[roony]

[ ★ ] 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐌
xxxxage . seventeenxxfamily . grahamxxtags . katelyn


indentwaking up to the familiarity of the ceiling was a reminder that callie had been victorious with outsmarting her sister. living in such a tight space with a substantial number of people gave her the disadvantage of having to room with her younger sister, katelyn. the least their parents could've done was have them in two separate beds on either side of each other, since bunks appeared to be more of an invasion of space for callie.
indenther reserved demeanor didn't allow anyone or anything to open up to her, as she kept most of her interests and hobbies on the down low. and, as far as her social life was concerned, it was practically non-existent. but that didn't mean she didn't know how to carry on a conversation. it just simply wasn't her preference.
indentwhen it came to katelyn, however, the blonde was practically a whole other person. with the two only being a year apart, it was easy to depict that callie was rarely to never alone. a luxury that she alternated from loving to hating on sporadic days.
indentthe blonde had awoken quite peacefully that morning, especially upon realizing that katelyn, for once in a blue moon, had lost to the notorious game of rock paper scissors. the sisters mutually agreed that if they couldn't control having their own rooms, then the least they could do was barter for the best seat in the house. or, in this case, the best bed in the room.
indentcallie could faintly hear the shuffling of the bed frame beneath her, signaling to her that katelyn was awake. "morning, doofus," she jeered, her body shuffling over to the edge of her mattress as she peered down at her stirring sibling, a fistful of pillow clenched in her hand.
indent"hope you had fun losing last night." without any warning, the blonde ruefully chucked her pillow below the top bunk, hitting katelyn square in the face. after taking a small sniff, callie's expression quickly soured, her head shooting upward in newfound alert. "ugh, it smells like ass in here," she mumbled, the back of her head flying back to her crumpled pillow as she threw the sheets back over her legs. the blonde relished in finding ways to get under her sister's skin, granted she was the only sibling younger than her in the family.

[kopus]

𝑊𝐴𝐿𝑇𝐸𝑅 ────
FAMILY: GRAHAM TAGS: LIZZIE, RUTH, STEPHEN LOC: OUTSIDE WORDS: 343

dent The fire had grown much hotter, new pieces of wood crackling underneath the flames. His eldest daughter stepped out, the pads of her bare feet quiet over the old boards of their porch. Some days she looked nearly identical to her mother, down to the same smile. Today was one of those days. Walter smiled himself as she approached, then dismissed her offer. "Nah, Bear." He replied, using the nickname he had called her since her birth. The fire was generously poked with a longer stick in his right hand. Stephen came around the edge of the house not long after, carrying a bucket Walter knew must've carried a good catch of fish. The proud glow to his boy's face made it a dead giveaway.

dent"Did you see if your mother was up yet?" He asked Lizzie, eyes shortly turning up to carry the question to Stephen once he'd come to stand behind his sister. Walter's wonders were answered before either of his children managed the chance, however. Ruth Graham shut the front door after herself on her way out to them. All wrapped up in his coat, small feet heavy with half tied boots. Her cheeks were still pink from her pillow, and her hair was smoothly fallen around her face; she was beautiful, to put it simply.

dentHis arm was linked with her own, much smaller than his but the fit was perfect as always. "I figure that's a surprise, ma'am." A smirk lifted one side of his lips as he looked down on his wife. His gaze returned to Lizzie, the answer to her first question changing. "Could you actually go fetch the eggs? I remember one of the boys said they'd forgot to gather them last evening. Take Gus with you, there should be quite a few."

dentSeeing his daughter off, Walter kissed at his wife's hairline before holding her closer. "Did you get enough sleep?" He asked. He'd caught on to how she wasn't as eager to start the days lately, but hadn't directly questioned it yet.

[winterfell.]

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⇉ [ location : outside ] [ family : graham ] [ tagged : walter, stephen, ruth ⇉ gus ] [ 504 words ]


- - - - -She nodded when her father said there was nothing she could do, smiling then at the nickname he'd used for her. It got quiet pretty quickly after the comment. Had it been just a little later in the morning, perhaps Lizzie would have been more talkative. She wasn't a natural early bird like her father or her brother. In fact, she couldn't remember a time in her life in which she woke up and started her day before either of them. Even being fully aware of this, Lizzie was still caught by surprise when Stephen's voice cut through the quiet morning. "Morning, Stephen," she said quietly. He gestured behind him to where she stored the lunch he'd caught for them. A few years ago, she would have been disgusted. She hated the taste of fish her whole life. Until the blackout, that is. Afterwards, food became limited and frozen pizzas were impossible to keep. She'd grown fond of the taste of fish these days.

- - - - -She was about to answer her father's question regarding her mother's whereabouts when the woman in question stepped outside. "Morning, Mom," she said as the woman locked arms with her father. The smiles on their faces, no matter how commonplace in the Graham household, communicated the love between them, a love that Lizzie often found herself in awe of. She was fortunate to have parents that loved each other -- and their children -- as much as they did.

- - - - -She snapped to attention when her father refocused his attention on her, nodding quickly at his request. "Sure thing," she said, spinning on her heel and making way for the King house. She was pleased that her father mentioned Gus by name to bring along with her -- as if she would even consider asking anyone else. Her parents and family being welcoming of her boyfriend seemed like a trivial concern nowadays, but it was still something that weighed on Lizzie's mind, much like she still worried about Mr. and Mrs. King and their thoughts on her. Logically speaking, they couldn't possibly have too many objections to her, since they seemed content with the two of them spending literally every day together. But the paranoia still ate at her sometimes. Knowing that her family seemed to approve of the two of them was a weight off her shoulders, no matter how stupid it seemed.

- - - - -She quieted her thoughts once she reached the porch to the King house. She briefly wondered if Mrs. King would answer and if Lizzie would clam up in response. She wondered if anyone was awake inside at all, and if she was being rude by waking them from their sleep. She knew she'd hate it if someone woke her up with abrupt knocking. But, in the end, she had a task to do for her father and that sorta trumped everything else. She knocked on the door and waited for someone -- hopefully Gus -- to open up so that she could go about her task and get back to her family.

[tsoukii]

❝ 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆
twenty-seven / cousin to the king sib's | location: outside the king family's house / tags:
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a puck slides over busted up blacktop. it collides with one of many cracks, flips in the air and spins on its bottom. this doesn't stop the man racing toward it from smacking its side with the front of his hockey stick, sending it flying once more into an imaginary goal. tony slams on the brakes. the side of his roller blade suddenly scraping the asphalt. he turns on one foot, the other fanning out at his side. he spins and connects the puck with wood again: restarting the game.

ever since the government had shut down, tony had no where to go once he was stuck here at his uncle's home. no more practices (which took up most of his time), no more games, no dreams of winning big. it was just him and this single roundabout game. after his second turn, he paused instead of making another hit. he stands tall instead of bent at the knees. a gloved hand perches on his hip as he looks down the empty driveway. it had occured to him to leave, to see what was left out there, but he also knew it was better to stay here.

tony rips off his helmet and walks his way over to the grass. tossing the hockey stick down, he lowers himself to the ground and starts to unlace his skates. every piece of gear he had was starting to grow worn out: holes in the gloves that barely fit anymore, wheels rubbed flat, scuffs on a once white helmet from all his frustation throwing. he sits his skates aside in the pile accumlating to his left and combs a shaking hand through his damp hair.

tony hangs his elbows off his knees and stares forward at the lone black object feet away. maybe it was time for a newer hobby... he glances around, over his shoulder at the house. he can see a few had already made their way out too. he sighs, gathers his things and starts his way back.