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Patrick Wilson as Buddy Slade (Young Adult, 2011)

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“I don’t have to deal with shit, tall guy.” The eyeroll is somehow evident in her tone as she clears her throat, tightening her grip on the ladder. As much as she protests, she doesn’t really mind offering the help. “The government?” Nadja asks, her words half-obscured by the cigarette held tightly between them. “You ever fuckin’ hear of Occam’s Razor?” Her voice incredulous as she flicks the ash from her cigarette, sighing a plume of smoke that curls around the ladder–climbing upward to meet Nic at his feet. “I bet you find more blow up dolls and taxidermy in this town than you do watergate scandals.”

“Guess not -- someone will though.” He adds the last bit as more of a quiet aside than anything else, climbing up the ladder a little further until he’s able to look up into the attic space in one of the many rooms at the Capitol. “Mm, can’t say I have, but maybe I was looking to find a dead stuffed animal to decorate my room with. Never had a pet before all this, figured it was time for a change.” He’s joking, ( not about not having a pet before though, that was true ) but he keeps his tone even, trying not to laugh at his own poor attempt to lighten the mood. 

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gunnury

     Dusting floating down like unholy water, Bobby tries to avoid letting go of the ladder to sneeze into the crook of his arm—because he has manners ( sometimes ), damn it.  ❝  Could’a warned me, y’know.  ❞  It’s a probably snide comment but not made with any type of malice, though he’s not sure if his accent would’ve hid it or emphasized it if there had been.  

     ❝  Y’sure? I could grab the stapler and you could staple yourself to the wall. Have somethin’ entertainin’ actually happen around here. We could act out the whole movie, Lord knows I’ve got the whole thing memorized since second grade.  ❞  He’s not joking, really.  ❝  Oh nah, man, he’s looong gone. If anyone’s still out there, it’s Murray, bet ya’ ten bucks.  ❞

    “Shit -- sorry.” He wipes at his face, his own nose twitching as he tries to stop the sneeze he could already feel readying itself. He steadies himself on the ladder just in case the other slips up as he sneezes.

He hoists himself up into the crawl space, pushing away cobwebs, the wooden boards groaning underneath his weight, and for a moment he thought they’d give way, his heart lurching into his throat momentarily, but when it doesn’t he sighs gently, poking his head down to look at Bobby, “Maybe we can save that for Christmastime, a little treat for everyone --” He pauses, smiling, If they were both still here that is, but that comment goes without saying. 

Looking around for a light switch, Nic runs into the chain for the bulb, pulling it and to his relief turning it on with a satisfying click. “Murray -- yeah, I can see him still being out there somewhere.” He brushes his hands on his jeans, dust marks now on the denim, “Hey -- there’s some storage units up here...”

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aresriddle

The guy definitely had trust issues but not in the common way. What was he thinking? This town wasn’t a support group for survivors where everyone was ready to help each other. “ Double checking ? That’s wise.” So the guy was just hanging there and asking people for help and it wasn’t the first time he was doing that? Ares wondered how lucky the bastard was to be alive. “ I doubt that anyone left something there but you can still check.”  Even though he was sure that no one was trying to play Secret Santa , everyone was hiding their supplies.

Had Nic been looking at the other face to face, he might be able to spot the small cues that only a trained professional would catch onto in someone that has negative ulterior motives, but instead, he nods, “Yeah, I thought so, again, you can never be too sure...” But his curiosity was deflated at the sight of an empty storage space, “Looks like you’re right though, only a few empty food wrappers...”

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winglessrossi

        “fair enough.   seems like all that rain and storm and SNOW did a real fucking number on everyone,” angel comments back, exhaling a puff of smoke    —–   bracing his knee against the ladder and looking up to the thus far faceless man.    “we had trouble with rusted tin giving way and fucking up one of my guys bedrooms - but, LORD KNOWS we all need a break.”

       a soft chuckle leaves him as he pushes at the ceiling tiles, attempting to feel for any give in them, “Yeah, I know -- it’s as if we don’t have to deal with enough as it is.” He retorts back, continuing to push on different areas of the ceiling before lifting up one of the insulated tiles to peak up into the ceiling -- everything seeming to be intact, “But it looks like we’ve caught a break, at least in this area of the building.”

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inblcssm

                   ❝  Sure thing. ❞   she smiles, hands gripping the rails, making certain the ladder is secured with her weight before hazel hues glance up at the male ; eyes squinting through the afternoon sun & stray strands of dark hair annoying her vision.    ❝   Just — be careful though? ❞  worry invades her tone, because the last thing she wants is for him to i n j u r e himself on her watch.  ❝  — what ya’… .what ya’ doing up there anyway? are you lookin’ for something? I can help if you’d like —? ❞  

         “Oh, I will, don’t worry about me. Done this plenty o’times --” He trails off, his voice strained from not only having the sun blaring down on him but from the leftover exhaustion from lugging the ladder over here in the first place, but he pauses in his climb further up the ladder to toss her a friendly smile. “I just like making sure the roof’s still holding up, leaks were inconvenient before all this.” A pause as he hoists himself onto the lower part of the roof at the entrance of the capitol building, “I appreciate the offer though.” 

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ashhes

“Oh. That’s a good idea!” Ashley encouraged, watching him still as she held the ladder carefully, making sure not to allow it to wobble. “Is it looking okay so far?”

“I thought so,” he replies, squinting up at the ceiling as he pushes on the insulated tile, dust raining down briefly, settling in his hair and eyes; glad he had his mouth closed. “Yeah, things seem to be good for now, as long as the Summer doesn’t bring heavy rain storms.”

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dahliia

❝  i’m  sure  you  know  what  killed  the  cat,  sweetheart.  ❞  she  responded  as  sweet  as  she  could  to  make  him  come  down  the  ladder  FURTHER,  if  he  wanted  too  —  of  course.  damn  her  for  worrying  so  much  !!  ❝  you  never  know  what  time  will  you  your  LAST  !!  there’s  a  reason  why  women  live  longer  then  men,  you  know  ??  ❞

“I think those odds are different nowadays, but --” A pause as he steps down another peg and looks at the brunette with a kind empathetic smile, “I’ll take a break for now if it’ll make you feel better?” He didn’t really want to stress her out, although Nic had confidence he’d be fine, there was no point in causing the other unnecessary anxiety, he could always find someone else to help him tomorrow.

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Los Abuelos was about the only place that reminded Carly of old times. It was an impressive effort to start a society again; or, well, at least that’s how she saw it. The reasoning for starting Los Abuelos could have been a lot simpler for all she knew. Still, Carly took advantage of the opportunity. She wasn’t always keen about paying for alcohol ( she probably could have found some on her own with a lot of effort ) but the bar scene remembered her of her teenage years. She missed sitting around with strangers in a bar, even if she was used to the wasted and emotionally unstable bar patrons that used to frequent the one she lived near growing up. Carly had been in bars her whole life and while it was maybe unhealthy for an eight-year-old to be tagging along with her mother and band of uncivilized suitors, she enjoyed her time there. She played drinking games ( minus the alcohol ) and found her talent for quarters.

Now in the corner part of the bar, she eyed the doors as bodies came in and out. With the threat of walkers constantly plaguing them all, here it was easy to forget the dangers that lay out there. When a man passed her by, she nodded to the empty seat beside her. “You can have that seat if you want. I don’t bite.” Carly smirked, her hand seemingly attached to the drink in her hand.

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Nic was never a big drinker before the world devoured itself, the strongest thing he’d drink was a triple shot of espresso before delving into a case that would keep him up all night and an occasional beer he might pick up from the liquor store down the road from his apartment. Nothing expensive, just the cheap kind that would take the edge off. 

But he was guilty of slipping down the road paved with bottles of liquor after the death of his wife, thankfully his family was able to pick him back up again before he got lost. 

Los Abuelos was a place he didn’t go to often, but he’d traded in items in advance for those days that he needed something stronger than water, and to have that feeling of normalcy. He’d never imagined that going to a bar would give him that, but there was something comforting about being in there, watching others let loose and forget that the world was out to get them.

Having taken a small sip of the bitter liquid after being handed the drink, Nic beelines towards the tables and booths, never one to sit at the bar itself. He saw familiar faces, but none familiar enough to simply walk up to them and sit amongst them, and he had no issues sitting by himself. But when he’s stopped by a dark-haired stranger, he abandons the plans of accompaniment and takes the offer after giving her a friendly smile, “Thanks.” he replies, placing his drink down on the table that he’s sure had witnessed many a drunken patron before him, “I don’t know why I was going to sit by myself, it’s the end of the world, shouldn’t be shutting people out,” He adds, not really expecting a reply, just feeling the need to express the thought that continually echoed in his mind.

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Patrick Wilson as Lou Solverson in Fargo (season 2)

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HELL STATE TASK 028 – “CASE FILE”

Full Name: ↳ Nicolas James Landrum Preferred Name or Nickname: ↳ Nic Known Aliases: ↳ ( these are nicknames but ~ ) Niccy, Nickle, Hot-Shot Date of Birth: ↳ May 4, 1973

Place of Birth: ↳ San Franisco, CA Current Location: ↳State Capitol in Cheyenne, WY Previous Locations: ↳San Francisco, Nevada, Utah Arrival Date to Cheyenne: ↳ 2 years after outbreak Duration of Stay in Cheyenne: ↳ 1 year Kill Count — Human: ↳ 4 Kill Count — Infected: ↳251 ( give or take tbh ) Current Inventory: ↳ Two pistols, ammunition, extra clothes, trail mix, 2 bottles of water, a knife, bandages, his wallet. ( he has other things in his room at the capitol but yeah ) Open to Trading: ↳ Yes/No/Other – it depends on who it is/the situation.

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starter for @ofhcstility

    “Hey!” his voice like a knife as he realizes that the figure a few yards away was the same person who left him with a killer headache and a massive contusion that stung every time he blinked. He doesn’t give her time to react this time though before he’s rushing towards her, gun drawn once again, still having no intention of using it -- but more so as an intimidation tactic.

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aresriddle

A favor ? For free ? That was definitely not his thing but then he saw the ladder.  “ Sure , buddy.”  If the stranger was risking his life, he was definitely looking for something valuable. If Ares happened to like that valuable thing, an easy death would follow. Almost like an incident, like a twisted version of piñata.   “ What are you looking for ?”

He thanks the other and steps a little higher on the ladder, “Oh, I’m just double checking to make sure there’s nothing that can be useful up here. You can never be too sure.” Although he was vulnerable up on the ladder, Nic was trained for surprises – so if needed to, he could defend himself.

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dahliia

❝  i  have  anxiety  just  by  watching  you.  ❞  she  stressed.  her  turquoise  hues  now  buried  with  concern.   ❝  maybe  you  should  come  down  before  you  break  your  arm  or  worse.  ❞  dahlia  paused  for  a  moment.   ❝  and  by  maybe  i  mean  you  should,  right  now.  ❞

Nic looks down at the brunette, a smile pulling at his lips, “What – you’re not even the least bit curious about what’s up here? Besides, I’ve done this plenty times before.” But he steps down a step regardless if only to ease her mind a little bit.

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ofhcstility

Aiden probably wouldn’t mind. They could trade later. Or well. More realistically. Aiden would blow his angry fucking grandpa top but he could get over it. It wasn’t like Cassie wasn’t good for it. She was goddamned good at what she did, and if it hadn’t been for the handful of months she’d been out of commission, she still would have been able to live in her own stash. Then again. She was damn good at this, too. Having already managed to fill a third of her duffelbag, the redhead suddenly tensed as the door seemed to creak open.

She heard the low, commanding bark of the man’s voice and turned in silence. Bag open at her side, a can of creamed corn in one hand, Cassidy stared at the considerably taller man. Seeming to be caught redhanded. The thing was, however, that didn’t really seem to.. upset her. Or frighten her at all. In fact, her expression was sharp, disquieting as her eyes narrowed on the man. From the way he stood, to the way he blocked the doorway. Shit.

It was a split second of time that passed as her gaze shifted quickly from tall, dark, and in her fucking way, to the rest of the room, before it landed on the window. Making her decision in that split second, she turned, heaved back, and pelted the can of corn. For someone of her size and stature, the can hit damned fucking hard as it hit it’s intended target like a goddamned bullseye. His temple.

Spinning on her heel, knowing she didn’t have a whole lot of time, she bolted toward the window. Bag at her side knocking over food and bottles of water with a clang as she yanked the window just open enough, still so closed that her own thin form barely shimmied through, landing jaggedly on her feet and rolling her ankle with a low curse.

The moment the intruder turns around, Nic immediately recognizes her. he’d seen her around before talking to Aiden, but he’d never really interacted with her himself. 

He keeps his gun raised though, and his eyes remain unblinking as he stares at her, gun pointed at her shoulder. He had no intentions of shooting her, but he would if given reason to.

Nic was more than familiar with the look that flashed across her features, he’d seen it many times on the job before he was a detective as a police officer. ‘The always run’. A mantra his Commissioner would always say, ‘Even if they aren’t guilty of the crime at hand – they see the badge, they run.’

He could see the flight in her eyes burning like a wildfire, her small frame crouched, ready to spring. His eyes narrow as his gaze begins to follow hers, shit! The window. Nic steps forward, but before he can stop her from bolting, a can of corn is whizzing towards his head and he blocks the blow just in time to keep it from fatally striking his temple completely – but still it strikes him, sending a searing pain through his skull that sends the room spinning, “Fuck –” he mumbles, the gun lowering as he stumbles forward towards the window and holding his head with his left hand. 

He watches as she runs away, his head throbbing violently, a wave of nausea crashing over him, but he swallows it down as much as he can as he shuts the storage window, he wouldn’t be able to fit through it if he tried his hardest. 

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sungrcwn

           ❝   —huh? oh, yeah, for sure, man! jus’ hang on a sec… ❞  he’d been approaching the entrance to the capitol when he heard the request ( the backpack slung over his shoulder held a tin of cookies that he had been promising luz for a while now, and he was only j u s t bringing them to her now ) and quickly abandoned the path he was on to end instead at the bottom of said ladder.  ❝  alright man, i got it, you’re good to go!  ❞  topher says as hands wrap around the side rails to hold it steady.  ❝  what’re y’doin’ up there anyway, if y’don’t mind my askin’?  ❞

Looking down briefly, Nic gives the other a smile, wiping at his hairline as sweat begins to pool in beads on his forehead, “Thanks.” he calls down to the other, waiting until he grabs hold of the ladder before climbing up further. “There’s a leak. I figured I’d try and fix it.”