itzythebitsysurvivngspider

[itzythebitsysurvivngspider]

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datwwelife asked: paige or natalya

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“I pride myself on always remaining different, and myself. I’ve never given in to the notion, ‘If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!’ I lean towards: If you don’t like the world you live in, you have the power to change it!”

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𝕶𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖟

Tyler had hopped from group to group,hoping for some decent people but he had yet to find any.Which really put a damper on the whole Apocalypse thing. Every person he had known in his past were ones he hoped to never see.The good people in his life…they never made it past the first few days. He hoped to find people he could trust. He was fast,a good fighter with and without a weapon so he was an asset. He just needed someone to trust. Tyler was definitely grateful he had stopped in time. Looking at the young woman in front of him now he knew he had pissed her off by the look she gave him.Well,part of him doubted he could make friends with her now since he almost chopped at her head. He glanced at the bat she held up and was amused to see barbwire on it.That wasn’t a bad idea at all.

“Yeah.” He murmured,technically he had killed a ‘normal’ person before.Before the Apocalypse,when clients went too far, and during it.Sometimes it was kill or be killed. He chose kill to survive. Tyler swayed on his feet so he spread his feet out to try and steady himself,dropping the axe down to his side. “You’re a doctor?” He asked,moving back to lean on the wall again. Tyler didn’t feel he was in danger…yet. His stomach groaned again but he pretended he didn’t hear it.”Do all doctors go around with barbwire covered bats?”

And that was definitely something she could understand, needing to search out good people. But she’d figured out that being on her own had been better. The best was just her and Dantalion. They were able to trust one another, they knew the other wouldn’t screw them over, and that was important. His being an asset, Tyler’s, it would come in handy, but not with her. She didn’t know him, she didn’t trust him, she would help him and move on, as she usually tried to do. He could make friends, but she wasn’t going to trust him. It’d take a lot for her to actually trust him.

Shrugging, she didn’t comment on his reaction, but it did set her a little more on edge. “Yeah. That’s what the pretty piece of useless paper on my wall said. Sorry, I didn’t even think about bringing it with me. Guess you’ll have to take my word for it.” Watching him lean on the wall, she heard the growl of his stomach and sighed, shaking her head. “When was the last time you ate?” His question earned him a thoughtful look and a bitchy smile. “Just the ones that are tiny, on their own, and have every damn reason around not to trust men. Now do you want my help or do you want to just piss me off enough to make me walk off and leave you here to die?”

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✿ 𝕵𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖔 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓

Dan loved her itty bitty outfits. That was something he learned quickly was her favorite. When he bought her shirts he knew they might end up being cut down sometimes. “Yeah,close quarters are gonna be tough. At least ya got me.” Dan felt better knowing he was able to help her. Holding hands was different now and he loved it. He smiled at the squeeze and leaned over to kiss her head. Itzy was bringing these moments of happy and joy to his life. With her at his side he wasn’t thinking about his family as much. At least she had taken care of those assholes before he could. He wouldn’t loved getting to see her fight for herself though. That bat was mean looking and he could only imagine how bad it was getting hit by that.”We might need supplies to do that.Hopefully we can find somethin useful around here to do that.” He said,thinking of how they could secure the ship. First they had to clear it. Dan let go of her hand when they reached the Museum. “Where did ya put the bridge?” He asked her. Hopefully his crossbow would be enough. He could clear any Groaners farther back from her and thin the herd for her before switching to his knife.

She was aware of how he felt about her outfits, but he was a male, so it was pretty common and obvious. Itzy never had thought it went beyond that. And she was glad that he didn’t get upset over her cutting shirts up. “At least? You’re all I need, babe.” Kissing his shoulder, she chuckled and hip checked him. They were able to help each other in that regard, with the family, forgetting. Itzy wasn’t going to leave them breathing, not with all she’d seen them do, heard them brag about, it wasn’t right. From what she heard, it was fucking painful. “I think we can. We’re resourceful.” They were  good at surviving, so Itzy had no doubt that they’d be able to get things in order to secure the ship.

Clearing it would be easy for them, she hoped. If anyone could make her have faith, it was the man beside her. There was little else she had faith in, and no one else. “This way,” she said softly, motioning for him to follow her as she pulled her machete free. She was sad he had to let go, but compromising their hands was stupid. It was a good way to get their asses kicked or killed. There was only two Groaners in their way, and she easily took the first down, trusting Dan to take the second as she quickly moved past and towards the office where she’d stored the ramp. Pulling it out, she motioned for the crossbow, knowing he’d be faster pushing the large metal apparatus. “You taught me how to shoot,” she reminded him, licking her lips. True, he’d been trying to get her to hunt, but she still knew how to aim, how to shoot, and how to put the undead fuckers down.

Ｃｏｍｅ Ｂａｃｋ （Ｈｏｍｅ） Ｔｏ Ｍｅ

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𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖚𝖉𝖊 

Since he’d come to the town, he’d met a myriad of individuals with diverse backgrounds. This woman, it seems, may be another that would fall under the same umbrella. He wondered if there was more than meets the eye–yet he supposed stuff like that didn’t really matter anymore. Everybody was in the same boat now.  “I don’t think I’m much of a danger if that has you worried. If anything, I’m more of a danger to myself.” Rohan held out his hand, his recent wound healed and morphing into a scar. Even he was surprised he’d made it this far since all this shit happened. Rohan had always thought he would have been one of the first to kick it in the event of an apocalypse. Her offer had him shaken from his reverie, and he took it graciously. “Thanks. So ink me, huh? I’ll have to pass, needles make me weird.” Rohan replied, mirroring her movements. He swallowed, wiping his hands on his shorts. “I’m Rohan. Or just Ro.”

While she hadn’t met nearly as many as he, Itzy had met enough to get the idea that Astoria really was a refuge, even with the shambling dead refusing to stay down. As for more than what met the eye with her, the answer was yes, she just wasn’t likely to share. Her eyes went to the scar and she tilted her head, wondering what had pulled him so deeply into thought, had lured him away from their conversation. Well, if it could be called a conversation at all. “Well, not necessarily you. I think you’d squirm too much,” she teased. When he told her his name, she nodded. “Itzpapalotl. But I go by Itzy.” His name was interesting, hers was impossible, and her middle name looked like a face slamming into a keyboard to her. Preschool was Hell, and so was every grade after with teacher after teacher mangling her name. “So you’re not a doctor, you’re not a native, so what’s the Cliff Note’s version?” She knew he wasn’t a native because he’d been in the water. While she wasn’t a native, she’d spent enough time with them to know that that was very stupid.

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And then came berries, edible plants, some she hadn’t been able to find the rest of the year. So she went foraging. Itzy loved her plants, her fruits, but she didn’t like harming animals. Spotting a hunter, she didn’t try and be quiet moving through the trees. She’d pissed Dantalion off doing that enough times that he didn’t hunt with her around. And she was glad about it. The last thing she wanted was to watch him kill Bambi or Thumper or Scratch. He’d made reference in his ranting before since she’d made him sit through nearly every Disney movie and even the Ice Age movies. “It’s not nice to hurt them,” she admonished as she leaned against a tree, bat hung carelessly at her side, barbwire clean.

With spring came animals, more animals meant more food and general supplies. With a hunting bow in hand, he’d closed one of his eyes to focus on the animal that was right in front of him. Pulling back the bow string, ready to shoot. But of course he wouldn’t get to let go of the string as he heard quite the noice coming from behind him and saw the animals run away. “Fuck-..” he muttered to himself, and turned around to see behind him, wanting to know what the noise was that had ruined this for him.

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𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓

A FEW TIMES, actually. Only ever was he mouthy with reason, though (or so that was how he saw it). She honestly couldn’t expect him to deal with her attitude, could she? “It ain’t your problem,” he responded rather curtly. “Is anyone really ‘sunny’ anymore? It’s the goddamn apocalypse, y’can’t expect every person y’meet t’ be sunshine ‘n fuckin’ rainbows.”

She was mouthy no matter what, so Itzy could understand it. “I’d say you’re adorable but you’re armed and I’m really not that self-destructive.” Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help a laugh escaping. “No, I don’t expect people to be sunny, but you don’t have to rain all over my apocalypse. I was having a good day. Didn’t say I expected you to  be burping glitter and farting rainbows.” Holding her hands hand, Itzy shook her head. “There’s no saving this, I’m guessing. And rather than end up in a brawl with a  teenager, I’d like to salvage the day. I’m Itzy,” she offered.

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𝕶𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖟

Tyler barely made it into Astoria without keeling over. The last group he had been with wasn’t the greatest. They just didn’t treat their women right. Degrading them and treating them like it was the 1700′s. They mentioned Astoria and decided on a different path but Tyler left and made his way here. He may have pushed himself too much though. He moved to the closest building and leaned against it with a sigh. His stomach grumbling at him for the millionth time.The sound of something moving to his left made him freeze and grab for the fire axe on his side.With it out of the holster he raised it,ready to strike until the side before him made him stop short. 

“Shit…sorry.”

It was understandable, not really making it into town. She’d barely made it herself into town. As for groups like that, Itzy had been part of them as well, and she hated them. Those were why she’d planned to be on her own. And then she’d met up with the one person she trusted, the only person she’d been willing to camp with. Maybe more would come along that she’d come to trust, but none had yet. Itzy was out scavenging for more supplies, letting Dan sleep a little longer while she did. To say she worried after her best friend turned significant other was an understatement. Turning the corner, she was lost in thought and gasped when she saw the axe, moving her head and praying that she got her bat up in time to deflect it. Luckily, he stopped and it wasn’t necessary, her bat up beside her head and trying to deflect a strike that never came.

“You should be more careful. Imagine the nightmares you’d have if you killed a normal person on accident.” Well, as normal as she could be. . .not dead, there was that, that was what she meant. Itzy wasn’t normal in any other way. Looking him over, she frowned slightly and reached out, her bat going back to rest at her side. “You’re extra lucky you didn’t kill someone with a medical degree willing to check you over.”

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✿ 𝕵𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖔 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓

Leading Dan also meant Dan could watch her butt as they walked.However,when she stopped he tore his eyes from her behind and to the USCGCs. He nodded his head and put his crossbow on his back. “No more up top then?” He asked her and glanced at the Museum. “Let’s use the ramp then.No need to make this harder.” He shrugged,taking Itzy’s hand and tugging her towards the Museum. It was a great idea for a camp. A lot more secure and now she had help. He didn’t blame her for not wanting to join other camps but if they did something to her he’d be ready to put bolts through some people.

Watching her butt was a lot easier since she loved still wearing her itty bitty outfits that she’d pretty much always worn. “If there’s any up on the bridge, I haven’t gotten to check yet. But there’s no more on the deck. I’m more worried about who’s down below. “ Taking his  hand, she squeezed  and smiled warmly. That was something they’d done before, hand holding as friends, but it was different. Lacing their fingers, she squeezed his hand again, nudging his shoulder with her head. She was finding happiness and joy in the little things, it was all she could do to keep her sanity. And Dan was definitely happy and joy for her. No, it wasn’t since she’d gotten back into Astoria, but there were some camps she’d tried to join between Seattle and Astoria that had. . .well, he’d try and put bolts but her bat had already made friends with them. “You’re right. Let’s make it all easier. But we have to figure out a way to secure it so no one else tries to take it once we’ve cleared and stocked it.” They still had their supplies locked up at their current hideout, but they’d move it to the ship as soon as it was cleared out.

Ｃｏｍｅ Ｂａｃｋ （Ｈｏｍｅ） Ｔｏ Ｍｅ

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𝕶𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗

He supposed the empty cards could be useful for something. “Then it would make me wonder about where your real concerns lie. You know, with finding bandages and the like rather than ransacking dead bodies.” Kasper didn’t shed any light on his own prior profession, as his trust in the girl was fragile. For all he knew, she could use it against him and transform Astoria from the safe refuge that he believed it to be. 

Kasper had to admit, he was surprised that she complied. If he were in her position, his answer would have been a resounding fuck off. Nonetheless, he took the batteries. It wasn’t quite what he was looking for, but it would do. “Kasper Petrov.” His accent thickened as he pronounced his name. “And yours?”

They had a few uses. Itzy had some in her bag that she’d already re-purposed. When she still had a guitar, they made great picks, with a bit of adjustment of course. But that had to be used a weapon once, so it was gone and she had other ways of using them. She didn’t trust anyone besides Dantalion, so it didn’t bother her. “Yeah, because bandages weren’t the first thing I looked for. My first stop to look for supplies wasn’t the hospital, then going over the bridge to Walgreens and Rite Aid. Sure. I’m stupid enough to do this before anything else.” Shaking her head, she sighed. Itzy didn’t care about anyone’s past. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was how they were then, how they treated everyone else during the apocalypse.

Well he caught her on a good day. Besides, they weren’t all she had and they weren’t the ones she used regularly. “Itzpapalotl Khoury. Call me Itzy.” She noted the accent, but didn’t comment. “Find a place to make camp yet?”

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Ｃｏｍｅ Ｂａｃｋ （Ｈｏｍｅ） Ｔｏ Ｍｅ

@dantalionmanson

Leading Dan down to the docks, she licked her lips and looked at the three USCGCs that were lined up. Pointing to one of the smaller ones, she nudged him and nodded. “That one. I got about six off so far. We have to go get the ramp from where I hid it. I have no idea how many more are down below,” she told him as she turned and nodded to the Museum. “I pushed it in there. Unless you want to try and get on another way, that stupid ramp staircase thing is the easiest way I’ve found.” They needed a more secure place for a camp, the attic wasn’t going to do it. So she was going to finish what she started. That’s all they could do, she refused to join other’s camps. It never went well in the past.

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𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖚𝖉𝖊

At that, he smiled. “Think my mother would turn in her grave if I did that,” He glanced at her sideways. “Had a Pagan funeral, I mean. I grew up a Sikh.” He supposed it didn’t matter much anymore, and since the outbreak he had fallen out of practicing. His mother had chastised him enough for leaving his head uncovered, and if she had known what he had gotten up to in his college years, Rohan was sure that he would have been disowned. “Stranger danger and all,” His tone was teasing, even though his expression had grown serious. “I think there are a couple of doctors around, I’ve met a couple–Lucia and Brandon. Why, are you okay?”

Giving a brief, bare smile, she nodded her head. “I grew up a Catholic, I blame my Irish father for that one.” Her mother didn’t care much for religion, or didn’t follow one, she bounced between them and cared more about myth and science. Actually practicing anything didn’t hold any satisfaction for her. “I can’t tell if there’s more or less stranger danger now. I’m leaning towards both and that it just depends on the stranger.” Itzy pulled a paper towel out of her bag and opened it up, smiling at the stain from the juices of the berries. “I’d say add me to the list, but I’d rather ink you than stitch you.” At least she could do both. Popping a berry in her mouth, she held them out in offering, she had been rude before after all. “I’m fine, I just am not that great at treating myself when crap goes down. So you got a name or can I just keep calling you strange swimmer person?”

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𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓

“Still feel like i’m bordering on being a cliche if anything..” he said while he continued to watch the small thing move around, seemingly deep in her own thoughts, only to open her lips to ask him more questions. “Hm.. Not too sure yet.. Guess it all depends to be honest, if the fun leaves i guess i should to. “

“Nothing wrong with being a cliche if you’re being true to who you are.” She was small, but she knew how to kick ass and that was what was important. And she knew how to survive. “That make me the fun?” she joked, making sure she had everything she needed and wanted. “If you want to follow me around while I find more of these to put down, be my guest. More ‘fun’.” That and she was looking for more supplies, though she knew she’d have to start venturing a little bit out of Astoria if she wanted to get more. The only question was which direction? Did she go towards Clatskanie and Longivew? Did she go over the bridge to Long Beach and Ilwaco? Or did she go out towards Seaside? There were plenty of options and plenty more Groaners between her and any of those destinations. But she liked Astoria and knew where she was going to make her final camp. Well, the camp she’d stay at until enough shit went wrong that she needed to do a longer trip and find a new town.

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𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓

Carson watched as the other rolled her eyes at him through the dirty blonde curls that fell into his eyes.  “Other than that..? Guess i’m that one annoying kid that sticks to themselves to write and forget..” he said and lifted one of his legs to rest it on top of the other, finding himself to be quite comfortable where he sat, doing nothing but watch.

“I’m that annoying chick that still likes to paint and draw with Groaners scratching at the walls outside, get lost in it. So you’re not that annoying for writing,” she offered. Tattooing had been her passion, but there was less and less time and materials for it. At least she had her walking canvas around, that was comforting for many reasons. “You going to stay in here? Practice more at being the wallpaper?”