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by Spy ; » Tue May 05, 2015 2:06 pm
Skye; Huntress; Casey's Group; Meh Condition- tired
She nodded in agreement. "I will always prefer to be outside. But we need to keep it protected if so. The night is already dangerous, but a fire will attract them and quite possibly other survivors as well.." Skye casted a inquiring look. "Yeah, I'm fine- why'd you ask?" The coffee was wearing off now. Skye would not be able to scout and patrol tonight.
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by xXReaperIFFXx » Tue May 05, 2015 2:08 pm
(Reaper is really gonna confuse me haha)
Jackson picked his stuff back up. "I'm going on patrol. You can come if you want, but I need to know the area." He said and grabbed Roscoe and Chester. He held his compound bow, and had an arrow ready and began walking the perimeter of the prison. Occasionally Roscoe would snarl but he assumed it was from walkers. He stepped back when he heard someone.

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i don’t know how to tell him that if angels could speak their voice would be the color of his eyes, that if there’s something unholy it’s how much my hands shake when he’s laughing, that the last time i looked at him i forgot how to breathe properly and yes i want to sin when he’s around but he’s the temple of my salvation, the bruised knees, the ache of holiness in a small body. us; bruised hearts, bruised skin, bruised dignity. we crawl back to each other like we forgot the ascent into hell from the last time. every time a bell rings an angel gains their wings, but every time my phone rings and you name lights up on the screen i can feel my chance at redemption slipping further and further away.
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by xXReaperIFFXx » Tue May 05, 2015 2:12 pm
Roscoe jumped and pulled at his leash at the sight of the cat. Jackson saw that it seemed to be too small to eat, so he pulled the dog back and commanded it to stay. He stayed silent as he waited to see what had caused the cat to run. His bow pointed at where the cat had come from. "Come out." He barked

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i don’t know how to tell him that if angels could speak their voice would be the color of his eyes, that if there’s something unholy it’s how much my hands shake when he’s laughing, that the last time i looked at him i forgot how to breathe properly and yes i want to sin when he’s around but he’s the temple of my salvation, the bruised knees, the ache of holiness in a small body. us; bruised hearts, bruised skin, bruised dignity. we crawl back to each other like we forgot the ascent into hell from the last time. every time a bell rings an angel gains their wings, but every time my phone rings and you name lights up on the screen i can feel my chance at redemption slipping further and further away.
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by Spy ; » Tue May 05, 2015 2:15 pm
[size=85]Skye; Huntress; Casey's Group; Okay Condition- Tired
Not wanting to be left alone, Skye followed Jackson. While the kid had his bow, she grabbed her crowbar from her bag. Admiral followed reluctantly. One of the dogs growled sometimes, as if they could sense a walker in the area. Suddenly, a cry came. Jackson stepped back and she tensed up. Putting her back against the brick wall leading into an alley, she gave another questioning look, sighing.
"Yo" she said to the cat's owner.
"You shoot 'im, you bring merciless pain to yourself- in the form of hoards of walkers, dearie." She motioned all around us. "Go ahead, shoot the gun."
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by xXReaperIFFXx » Tue May 05, 2015 2:18 pm
Jackson hissed. "this is my territory. I'll do as I please." He snapped back. He readied an arrow and pointed it to her head. "Now what was that?" He asked. He looked to Skye. "Careful." He warned, about ready to drop the leash. Chester was bleating like mad, very unhappy with all the people in the area

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i don’t know how to tell him that if angels could speak their voice would be the color of his eyes, that if there’s something unholy it’s how much my hands shake when he’s laughing, that the last time i looked at him i forgot how to breathe properly and yes i want to sin when he’s around but he’s the temple of my salvation, the bruised knees, the ache of holiness in a small body. us; bruised hearts, bruised skin, bruised dignity. we crawl back to each other like we forgot the ascent into hell from the last time. every time a bell rings an angel gains their wings, but every time my phone rings and you name lights up on the screen i can feel my chance at redemption slipping further and further away.
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by xXReaperIFFXx » Tue May 05, 2015 2:21 pm
"Jackson Ryder. Co-leader of Casey's group. Survivalist extraordinaire. This is Roscoe." He said, pointing to the large black and tan doberman. "What are you doing here?" He questioned. "You're too close. The prison is out of the way for a reason." He added

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i don’t know how to tell him that if angels could speak their voice would be the color of his eyes, that if there’s something unholy it’s how much my hands shake when he’s laughing, that the last time i looked at him i forgot how to breathe properly and yes i want to sin when he’s around but he’s the temple of my salvation, the bruised knees, the ache of holiness in a small body. us; bruised hearts, bruised skin, bruised dignity. we crawl back to each other like we forgot the ascent into hell from the last time. every time a bell rings an angel gains their wings, but every time my phone rings and you name lights up on the screen i can feel my chance at redemption slipping further and further away.
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