kikimcras.
watching the perimeter wasn’t a big deal. it was the kind of job–not unlike her father’s cleaning business–where it was either dead ( pun intended ) or busy. truth be told, part of her would much rather be outside of woodbridge, but there was no way she was leaving polly alone in this place. they hadn’t been there long enough for nikola to feel comfortable, but there was no way they could keep surviving the way they had been. it was time to grow some roots. she was thinking about this glumly as the perimeter when she decided to pack it in for her shift and see if her relief was coming soon. she’s surprised, instead, by a stranger looking for a puppy. “are you serious?” her words are dubious, not hostile, but everything she says has a trace of toxicity she can’t help. “like a puppy? i haven’t seen a puppy in forever.” nik was really more of a cat person, but she liked other people’s dogs just fine. she just couldn’t picture herself caring for one. “no, ihaven’t seen anything but shuffling corpses since noon, but uh–” surprising herself by how badly she missed simple things like puppies, she couldn’t turn down the prospect of seeing one. hell, maybe if they found it, he’d bring it to see polly. “–i could help you look, if you want.”
* ◟ DOES HE WANT HER HELP ? does he need her help ? eyes shift from side to side like the male is looking at some sort of equation , one that requires his entire brain to think of . ‘ yeah , she’s a puppy . ’ he responds slowly , choosing words carefully to say to the femme . arms cross as he shifts his weight evenly . ‘ how do i know i can trust you , nikola ? if you help me find her , how do i know you won’t go running off to the leaders ? ’ an unwarranted interrogation , but dogs technically aren’t allowed – especially if they’re as useless as the stray he’s brought in . he can only bring up a single argument about her that would maybe help – that she’s cute , the cute little stray is the cutest thing inside woodbridge , except for maybe cockroach .
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just about to head off — just about to get away from inside the walls, inside the suffocation, when eye spies something going on. and of course, seamus was the head of this disruption from getting the hell out of here. perhaps spending a few minutes listening to whatever the fuck it is this week would be worth it — besides, it should be crystal clear to anyone that seamus was not acting like, well, seamus. something was going on. an eyebrow rose at the words piling together. “ are you hallucinating or something? ” a golden pup with some kind of wrench thing in its mouth? yeah, sounds real fake. “ i’m pretty damn sure there isn’t a golden pup around, especially if its that young. ”
* ◟ HEAD TILTS , CAUGHT IN HIS mind while hues squint in the slightest . the stray he brought in ( i.e. : smuggled in ) somehow untouched by the impurity of the world . at first , she was coated in layers dirt & blood , so much so seamus almost YELPED when she first approached him , tongue out & eyes wide . secondly , she was so skinny seamus actually felt his heart hurt ( which surprised him , since he didn’t know he had a heart anymore ) . now , she stays with him & sometimes he carries her around in his hoodie , but her curiosity is going to get both of them in trouble – especially if he can’t train her to be useful . ‘ sure , marcy , ’ nickname leaves his lips with a snide smile . ‘ i’m hallucinating . help me , keep your mouth shut & i’ll owe you one . ’
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BCDMOONED.
𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 face , arms crossed over her chest . elodie is a coiled wire— every plane of her body tense & on the verge of a snap . hardly a rare state for her to be in , in truth , but she does seem worse than usual today . frown a little more severe , hands curled a tad bit tighter into fists . a passing nurse takes one look at her & ducks out of the way , but she’s past the point of caring . ❛ well , that was fucking useless , ❜ she says , the words nearly a growl , ❛ what’s the goddamn point of risking my life on these missions if we never find anything ? ❜ woodbridge is better stocked than anyone could have ever hoped , but even so , certain supplies run low . namely— medicine . and when she has a seven year old bedridden with the flu , that’s the one thing she desperately needs . two weeks she’s spent away from her son , looking for any sign of anything that could help . an old hospital , a forgotten nurse’s bag . ( it’s not technically in her job description to bring back supplies , but she’s never let a pesky thing like rules stop her before . she’ll take the flak from the council if they kick up a fuss . her son comes first . ) NADA . elodie runs a hand through flyaway hairs , sighing . ❛ have you seen adrian ? ❜
* ◟ SELFISHNESS LOOKS GOOD ON NOBODY ; & yet , he wears it with a badge of pride . a world such as theirs , it’d be STUPID to look out for others beside himself . he’s of no use to anyone if he’s dead & while some might falter under the glares from the watchful eyes , seamus has spent his entire life ignoring what others think of him . they don’t like him if he’s too brainy , they don’t like him if he shows too much brawn , he’s RECKLESS if he’s sacrificial , SELFISH if he’s concerned with his own survival . so , rarely does he leave the sheltered neighborhood , rarely does he volunteer for a mission unless he’s sure ( & by that , he means absolutely , 100% sure ) that nobody else can do it . sat with a toothpick between rows of pearly whites , his eyes travel from the words of his book ( the bible , believe it or not ) to elodie , who’s expression matches the one he sees in the mirror every so often . selfishness looks good on nobody , anger makes nobody look good . ‘ don’t risk your life then , simple . ’ he muses , going back to the word of a god that’s turned his back on them . ‘ i haven’t seen your kid , probably in bed somewhere waiting for you . ‘was gonna bring him a wind up car , but i couldn’t find anything to make it run . ’
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reality feels like unbludgeoned air to take away their breath , they are feeling floating chandelier across the globe white apathy of a self dancing in the waves , &. girth &. throwing loins of anger that cannot control sense nor sound but the rhythm unescaped by the sound of their own heart in their throat. ❝ shut up , shut the fuck up , get the fuck off my dick &. he’s going to be safe because there is nothing fucking wrong out there. ❞ they can hear the truth but it wont SHUT UP , but that’s how these things go. they are no longer listening to the words that they throw when they are so blinded by anger &. fear that they dont know what they are saying anymore. now they are so angry that they are blinded by the red hot tears that are rolling down their cheeks &. deaf from their own words. ❝ just fuck off with your pessimist fucking bullshit , sometimes things are fucking okay jesus fucking christ. god you can fucking kiss my go - to - hell. ❞
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* ◟ HANDS DROP A COLD WRENCH , hot only where his palms rested on steel . eyes’ve always been GLACIAL , signature since twenty - one years , but they look up at other . IF LOOKS COULD KILL ; but they can’t & seamus rises from a knelt position , red towel grabbed from the pocket of his torn jeans . never has he seen richie cry ( or , rather , actually has been the one to make them cry ) & apologies will be in store , but not when he’s wiping grease off his digits like they’ve all wiped blood off of their own . ‘ fuck off , richie , grow up , dude . ’ words aren’t as harsh as the ones swirling around his over active mind . ‘ my brother’s DEAD , stop trying to give me false hope because you can’t accept that we live in hell now , kid . ’
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VITALIISM.
jesse squinted at the guy, half suspicious, half genuinely confused. “ define ‘ pup. ’ i didn’t think they had opposable thumbs. didn’t even think humans really had opposable thumbs at a couple months old. or the ability to run free. you looking for baby jesse owens or something? ” so it wasn’t exactly a current reference. so what? there were no current references –– society had collapsed.
* ◟ JESSE’S OWN BABBLE OF WORDS disorients seamus instead ( much to his displeasure ) , & for a second , he’s at a loss for words . mouth gapes for the slightest of seconds before he shakes his head . ‘ pup , as in dog . ’ he keeps it short . ‘ no thumbs , just a curious nose & a mouth made for taking all my things . ’
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BCDMOONED.
𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐍 a pout that is ill - fitting on someone his age , but elias has never been one for p r i d e . ( in the back of his mind , he can almost hear his sister’s cackle . you were never one for dignity , either . even when she’s not here , he can’t get away from her teasing . ) of course , he’s never been one for humility , either , so where does that leave him ? somewhere trapped in the middle , it seems . he likes to think of himself as balanced . no one else seems to agree . in any case , he is shameless in his sulking today , poking at his carrots rather like a mulish child . two and a half months he’d slaved over this harvest , and what does he get for his troubles ? the blandest meal he’s ever had . it’s not the cooks’ faults , he knows , any more than it is his own . spices are a rare commodity these days , and they cannot be wasted simply because elias dislikes his vegetables . even so— he’s constantly craving the taste of salt . ❛ you know what i miss ? ❜ he questions , but does not wait for an answer before he barrels on , ❛ those instant mac - n - cheese boxes . the kraft ones . we used to have them three times a week at my house , because i couldn’t cook for shit but had two kids to feed , and i used to hate them so fucking much . never thought i’d actually long for the taste . ❜ but that’s just what the apocalypse does to someone .
* ◟ NO SECRET HERE , THAT SEAMUS is always in the mood for complaining . elias’s words fill his system , just enough to almost make the corners of his lips quirk up , but instead , the male straightens up , leaning on a garden tool he’s got no experience with . ‘ to each his own , ’ he comments . foot kicks at the loose dirt in the slightest , looking up & inhaling deeply . he misses a lot of things about the real world , before hell took over & the dead were allowed to return from their endless sleep . he misses his job . he misses the telescopes , the rockets & the like minded scientists he used to work with . most of all , he misses the simple things ; traffic at six in the morning , smelling barbecue on the street he lived on , binging a netflix show with a hookup on his arm . ‘ but you know what i miss the most ? ’ he questions , eyes staring off like he’s imagining it . ‘ not food , but cigarettes . dirty , quick , terrible-for-your-health cigarettes . not the second - hand shit people pass off as cigarettes . ’
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OPEN STARTER / 13:49 , woodbridge safety zone .
* ◟ SURPRISE , SURPRISE –- A DECISION HE’S made has come back to bite him right in the ass . twenty - nine years of this , should seamus really be surprised ? the blond doesn’t think it matters , because his footsteps are sparsely heard & his posture’s a little too straight ( ‘ since when has SEAMUS walked like a pastor ? ’ someone says when they think he can’t hear ) , but at he’s good ( or , rather , he thinks he’s good ) at hiding secrets . rounds the corner & sea blue hues land on the other , face melting from harsh & concentrated to as friendly as he can muster . ‘ by any chance , have you seen a little golden pup around carrying a socket wrench ? ’ he asks fast , hoping to disorient them with the question , get an honest answer & LEAVE before anything else is asked . ‘ little thing , can’t be older than a few months . ’
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・ 。 ◟ major big uwu moment , i haven’t been this excited abt an rp in a minute & i’m ecstatic for my muse ! i’m really glad to meet you all , i’m cc , nineteen & a notorious loser . a quick about regarding seamus , former nasa nerd , lover of stars , fight mode because he’s been doing it his whole life . this is entirely too long & winded , but i think ( ??? ) it’s cool n e way . like this & i’ll come to u for plotting or , lmk if you’d prefer to plot on d*scord .
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( ben hardy. cis male. he / him. ) / SEAMUS OLMSTEAD has been with the group for two years and is currently doing their part in the community as a car mechanic. while here, the twenty-nine year old has created the reputation of being abrasive & cursory, but can also be known as venturesome & jocular. in a sticky situation, they will resort to fight mode and their current weapon is a handmade spear.
𝓲. 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 .
full name : seamus lucas olmstead
nickname(s) : lucas , bastard , selfish wanker
age : twenty - nine
gender / pronouns : cis gendered male / he / him
sexuality : bisexual / panromantic
hometown : des moines , iowa
position : car mechanic
previous occupation : aeronautical & aerospace engineer
faceclaim : ben hardy
fun facts : misses his cigarettes * clenches fists * every gd day , hasn't brushed his hair in three months , used to be a division one collegiate swimmer , doesn't know how he made it this far because he's loud & selfish , stargazes at night by himself :( , has worked on rockets , gives good hugs but doesn't give many out .
aesthetic : the dark side of the moon , quiet contemplations while bathing in the moonlight , drowning in a field of grass while mourning a broken family , running in slow motion in the shallows of a pool , blessings from artemis , a worn out id badge unable to be thrown away , targets on your back & watching out for yourself first & yourself only .
𝓲𝓲. 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕝𝕖 .
death tw .
bathed in the moonlight at his birth , the first thing icy hues see are the stars . implanted into his memory , he grows up loving the night sky . at four , he brings his twin baby brothers out on the rooftop his window leads to & shows him the constellations the night they come home from the hospital . his parents yell at him for endangering his brother , but all he wanted to do was show him his love for space .
he grows up thinking he’ll go to the stars . he’s smart & he’s sharp , but he can’t ignore the way the kids in his class laugh at him , how they make fun of him when he comes to school with a fishbowl around his head like he’s an astronaut . he doesn’t fight back at first because he can’t – he’s small , skinny & he’s a nerd ; that’s how it is & that’s just something he’ll have to ignore if he wants to go to space .
& so , thirteen years of his life he’s a nerd ; nothing but a skinny little boy with his head stuck in a science textbook & that’s his brand . but in eighth grade , his mom of tired of her skinny lil son coming home with bruises & black eyes because he’s fighting his bullies , so she signs him up for the swim team . tiny , little seamus who lives in a land-locked state , forced to swim .
luckily though , it all works out for the better . he takes to water like he’s taken to STEM & it’s all in his favor . over the next few years , he finally hits his growth spurt ( say hello to 6′2″ , seamus ) & buffs out , gaining a swimmer’s body while still keeping up his smart lil head . he learns to fight , finally , & people leave him alone when they realize he’s no longer just brains , he’s also brawn .
at the end of his high school career , stanford gladly offers him an athletic scholarship & to nobody’s surprise , he’s accepted into the aeronautics & aerospace engineering program . he thrives , obviously , balancing swimming & his heavy workload very well . college is a breeze & he loves it , because he’s met like minded people with like minded goals & nobody’s making fun of him when he snags an internship with nasa after graduation .
but , his senior year , his youngest brother – the younger twin , abraham , is killed in a freak accident & seamus doesn’t hear about it because he’s too busy . it takes a full day & over twenty people until he hears the news & it tears him apart . abraham’s death tears the entire family apart – how did a seventeen year old pass so suddenly & so quickly without any warning ?
well , seamus doesn’t ever return home after the funeral . he throws himself into work , finishing his masters in record time , earning a job at nasa by the time he’s twenty - four . he’s a full blown rocket scientist & an astronaut in training , which should make him happy but he’s felt nothing but childlike anger since abraham’s death . how unfair , that death just takes & takes & takes .
& death doesn’t get any kinder . twenty - five , his partner dies during flight training & his mom passes suddenly from an illness nobody knew she had . twenty - six & the outbreak starts . all of his friends at nasa die in front of his eyes & by the time he reconnects with his family , he learns his father’s passed getting his remaining brother out safely . as the years go by , his allies die , his enemies die , he kills & he kills & he chalks it up to self defense , but it doesn’t make him feel any better .
he finds woodbridge with his youngest brother by fluke , only convincing them of his worth when he shows him a nasa id he could never bring himself to throw away . since then , he's kept his head down & done his work , doing whatever's asked of him & still keeping to himself . he's a former rocket scientist & he's a smarty , making him quite adaptable & able to fix up almost anything inside the walls . the guy to go to when something miscellaneous needs tweaking or fixing , he gladly tunes things up for no charge as long as no questions are asked .
the final straw , this past year – the death of his brother who left the safezone & never returned . he left a note & all seamus knows is that he’s probably out there dead somewhere . looked hard for a few weeks , but has all but given up . it’s the apocalypse , death is now a common theme .
𝓲𝓲𝓲. 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 .
exterior , he's found his spot as a car mechanic . he used to work on rockets , cars are much easier to work with . on the exterior , he's a jocular guy who's known for making dry jokes at the worst time . selfish , in the way that he tends to look out for himself only in the madness . he's got a reputation for having a face that makes him unapproachable , with anger lined in his features that make those not want to bother him – but , most in the safezone know that he's harmless ( mostly ) . a soft space nerd with something smart to say at any time , he's a loner , but he's good company if you want someone to listen or someone to bounce ideas off of .
interior , there's a quiet rage that's been brewing in his blood for years & he's waiting for it to erupt . it might , if not for the constant apathy that takes over his brain every day he wakes up . the guy to go to when something needs fixing , seamus can hide his anger in death & the world very well . he keeps it in , forcing a well rehearsed smile & carefully chosen expressions to mask his inner thoughts , he wants relief but he doesn't know where to find it .
midway , skilled & experienced , he's shied away from the spotlight most of his life . he's always been one to keep his head down , not bother anyone unless bothered & he intends to keep it that way even in the apocalypse . he'll fix your watch , your car , your fridge – whatever you need , but he won't give up his background or tell you why he keeps his nasa id in his back pocket at all times . quiet and silently intimidating , even if he doesn't intend to come off as that .
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don’t forget your pain,
it’s what makes you s t r o n g e r .
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I have a very childlike rage, and a very childlike loneliness.
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I’m a hopeless bromantic, high five me in the rain, fistbump me gently as the sun sets.
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It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.
Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last?
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