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cursed-beau-ty.

“Isn’t it?” One of the corners of his mouth pulled up into a crooked smirk. “It’s refreshing to sit up front in one of these for once.”

 Though Beau did run into some of the things stereotyped about those with tattoos, he loved to play with it. It was a terrible way of making an impression but he was usually alone. One way or another, he would be driving around highways emptying gas tanks with nothing but cheap liquor in the passenger seat.

“It’s Beau, by the way,” He said. “No pun intended considering I’m your knight in shining armor for the night and all.” 

 He couldn’t help but chuckle at his own poor joke and flicked the radio on. Static ran in and out of the song but he had stopped letting it bother him after the his phone finally died for good. There was only ever one station playing music and it only ever came on when he hit a major road. Sometimes he would hear announcements in the background but after a while he had begun to convince himself it was his mind playing tricks, searching for a voice in the void. 

     Madeline’s posture stiffened at his words, her eyes finally taking note of the tattoos that cloaked his skin and the general way in which he carried himself. Prior to the outbreak, her reaction would have been much more NOTICEABLE, but years of living with raiders and other dangers had altered her way of thinking. Yes, she was still that small town girl that flinched at the slightest creak, but she no longer held the same convictions towards others who came from different walks of life. Instead, she maintained an UNHEALTHY curiosity for others—a trait that often came with negative consequences. 

     Fingers gently twisted her hair—a nervous habit that she had yet to correct. ❝ So you were usually in the back ?? ❞ She questioned, despite the fact that she ALREADY knew the answer. Though her mind automatically went to judgement, she also knew that she was in no position to judge another’s past. ❝ Sounds . . . interesting, ❞ Madeline said with a shrug—her best attempt to come off as nonchalant. 

     ❝ Nice to meet you, Beau, ❞ The girl said through a quick & nervous laugh. Her cheeks continued to glow in light shades of pinks and reds. Madeline could only HOPE that those words would continue to ring true for her. ❝ I’m Maddie. ❞ It felt strange to hear her own name out loud. She couldn’t even REMEMBER the last time someone said her name, and to hear it from her own voice left a bitter taste in her mouth—primarily because of the memories of the past that remained tied to both names.

     ❝ Does that actually work ?? ❞ Madeline asked, referring to the radio. When she was on the road and coming back to Cheyenne, she hadn’t really bothered with the radio too much. After about an hour of listening to JUST static, she had given up entirely. 

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feelhuman.

—  &.  OPEN.     

        *    WHISPERS  OF  A  PAST  LIFE  cling  to  his  skin,      the  slightest  curve  settling  atop  his  lips  as  if  something’s  amusing  him.        ❛       ——what  do  you  miss  the  most  ?      for  me  i  think  it’s  the  simple  things,    y’know ?     everything  i  took  for  granted.       ❜       a  pause,      nose  scrunches    &   whatever  air  of  melancholy  had  once  settled  over  him  is  washed  away  by  light  hearted  humor.     ❛       OR  READILY  AVAILABLE  CHOCOLATE …  i  don’t  even remember  the  last  time  i  had  a  kit  -  kat  bar.       ❜       it’s  a  tactic  he’s  grown  accustomed  to,    always  skirting  around  the  holes  in  his  composure.   gaze  flickers,   drawn  to  the  skies  around  him,   almost  peaceful  were  it  not  for  the  remnants  of  a  society  long  gone  protruding  from  the  edge  of  avery’s  vision. 

     madeline’s movements freeze the moment SILENCE is exchanged for words.   she’s not used to other being the first to speak, so she treads LIGHTLY, wary that she’ll do or say something WRONG⸻a common insecurity she faces daily.   first, though, she lets the question settle in the air as she weighs the question.   hearing HIS answer helps, it lets her know the weight of the conversation and reminds her to keep things LIGHT—people don’t want to know the heavy stuff, especially when they’ve only just met the person.   ❛  chocolate is DEFINITELY in the top five for me, ❜   she responds, a gentle smiling tugging at her lips.   ❛  but it’s also definitely not the number one thing,  ❜   madeline adds.   ❛  number one would HAVE to be music. the evolution of music, i mean,  ❜   she responds thoughtfully.   sure, she can listen to musing from a battery powered walkman, but it still severely LIMITS everything.

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‘ Listen, what about your friends? Do you care about them? ‘

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❝ ⸻ @blcodflood

     nimble fingers worked to restring the guitar, a FRUSTRATED sigh passing her lips. truthfully, she had never been good with restringing a guitar; she always had her brother there to help her do it or a youtube tutorial that could walk her through it step by step. now, however, she struggled to even REMEMBER the first step of it. after removing the frayed and overused strings from the guitar, she tossed them to the side and grabbed the new pack of strings that she had managed to find in a nearby music store. she had HOPED that the process would be done via muscle memory, but the further she got into it, the more she seemed to FORGET—a disappointing feat that she felt she would have to accept sooner or later. madeline rested the neck of the guitar on her lap, the body of it resting on the ground. once again, a sigh passed her lips as she looked up at the sound of footsteps. ❝ hey !! any chance you know how to restring a guitar ?? or possibly even have a manual on it ?? ❞ it was a bit of a long shot, but it wasn’t beyond reason to ask. 

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rcpidus.

( @maestitiaes )

anyone who knew leticia marquez knew that where engines roared, where the clink of metal and grease of machine lay, she’d linger. cars called to her like sirens to sailors, and leti was all too eager to drown. her life could be summed up in THIS: tainted hands, grinding gears. she spent more time around vehicles than PEOPLE, which was a funny thing to contemplate since she herself was a social form of animal. she’d picked the best of both worlds when he moved her life back into cheyenne, straight into WHISPERING CHASE where her special skill set could actually thrive. it didn’t hurt that claire had turned into a dear friend, while rena might as well have been her niece, her BLOOD. she had something SOLID here, something good – and in this world that was more than anyone could really hope to accomplish. yet…here she was, fussing about with the electrical system of a chevrolet impala. she huffed, an exasperated breath leaving her lips. leti’s hands found the border of the car’s hood and she gripped in, sticking her backside out to try and THINK while she took a second to just relax. it took less than a minute for her to collect her bearings. brown eyes looked up when a shuffle of feet approached. “ mind handing me those pliers? “

     BLOOD-STAINED HANDS ARE NO MORE. the crimson liquid usually serves as a painful reminder of the lingering despair that loomed over the lives’ of survivors. today, however, madeline’s blood-stained hands only represent her job as a healer and the success rate of it. SURE, it’s only been a couple of weeks, but madeline is proud to say that each time blood stains her clothes or hands, the ending is always happy—at least, for now, it is. as she wiped her nimble fingers clean, the young girl walked throughout the camp. apart from being a medic, the young woman tries her best to help those around her. it’s good for the camp, and it helps her draw connections to people—something she had always had trouble with. madeline was DETERMINED to make sure that things were different this time around, that she would create reasons to stick around for better or for worse. if joining a camp aided that goal at the risk of her recluse tendencies, then so be it. as uncomfortable as it was, she was happy to make that sacrifice. & when the time came for someone to ask for her help, the girl was nothing short of compliant and WILLING—a team player was what she liked to think of herself as. the girl turned to the somewhat familiar woman as she picked up the pliers and held them out. ❝ here you go, ❞ she said with a delicate smile. 

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cursed-beau-ty.

Anyone who recognized the “R-E-C-K-L-E-S-S” tattoos on his knuckles would have second guessed getting into the car. Before the outbreak, Beau wasn’t exactly the ideal savior and even now he still carried out behaviors that completed his knuckle tattoos. On the highway he would turn on his sirens and taunt the walkers up and down the road, swerving and hitting them for sport when the buzz was starting to wear off.

Before the girl could even close the door completely, he was speeding off between the trees. That was, what he assumed were trees. He had shut off the lights and could barely tell the difference between the snaps of rotting tree trunks and decomposing corpses.

“Wandering the forrest at night was dangerous enough before the outbreak,” Beau scoffed, though his tone was playful. “What makes you think it would be a good idea with walkers around?”

     The momentum of the car had slammed the door shut. Wide eyes constantly moved back and forth between the man and the road, mind WONDERING just how he could even drive under these conditions. It was so dark and even as she squinted and focused on what was right in front of them, Madeline couldn’t tell WHAT was ahead, or even WHERE they were going. Had she stayed in Cheyenne the first time, her sense of direction may have been much better. Unfortunately for her, she was FORCED to trust this man and his instincts. She just hoped she wasn’t making a mistake. 

     ❝ I guess you could say I’m not the best at this . . . surviving thing. ❞ That was putting things LIGHTLY. The girl had never even killed anything before. Madeline was surviving by pure luck and nothing more. ❝ Thanks for helping me out, though. ❞ She spoke softly, cheeks turning a light shade of pink from embarassment—an INTERESTING contrast to the man’s presence. 

     Of course, she was used to playing the role of ‘damsel in distress.’ It had been assigned to her when she was young, stamped on the forehead for everyone to see. However, that didn’t mean that she no longer felt abashed when faced with situations like these. A girl of her age should be able to DEFEND herself against walkers. A girl of her age should be able to understand that life is no longer the way it used to be. ❝ Really. Thank you. ❞ For what ?? For saving her ?? Or for aiding her in not having to be the one to kill ?? ❝ Nice ride, ❞ She commented shortly after, eyes scanning the inside of the car. Really, it was an interesting choice. 

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halfemptys.

For years, Amir isolated himself from others. He had been in solitary within his own room; there were no steel bars and a lock he couldn’t open, but there didn’t need to be. His MIND had trapped him more than any jail cell could, paranoia held Amir in a choke-hold, cutting off any chance for optimistic thoughts to circulate. It caused his thoughts to be infested with WHY’S and WHAT IF’S – and the outcomes were never good. That’s why he stayed away. Being alone had become his natural state – his head was already crowded, a bustling city where his demons settled; to be around more people would cause the inhabitants to RIOT. Which was why he had joined a camp; other than to actually start putting himself to use, he wanted to advance towards the right direction in the everlasting battle the raged within him. Though, it didn’t help him much. He was still a recluse;  a GHOST that lurked in the halls when others weren’t around, a mere shadow that tiptoed to avoid others. So much so, that hearing someone call him by his name startled him – sometimes, he forgot what it sounded like coming from other people. كيف عرفت? His brows scrunched inwards as a quizzical expression painted his face. She looked familiar, and it didn’t take him that long to figure out who she was ( his memory was pretty impeccable at remembering people).  “It’s fine,” his seemingly uncaring voice sounded, Amir was sure he wouldn’t have shot it anyways. “You’re Madeline right –? I don’t think I’ve seen you in a while.” 

     The confusion that was embedded in the survivor’s face was not a one-way street. Madeline felt it in the pit of her stomach, a RIPPLING effect that sent shivers down her spine. She was used to being seen, not heard. That being said, most people never took the time to learn her name. Even if she screamed it out for the world to know and here, the girl was forgettable. She couldn’t blame others, though. Who would remember the silent girl ?? The girl too afraid of her own shadow to even move a muscle ?? ❝ Yeah, I’m . . . ❞ Surprised you remembered. She didn’t have it in her to speak the last part aloud. For her, echoing the moments of self-pity and insecurity only magnified its power, and she simply wasn’t strong enough to open that box. At least, not YET. It took her a moment before she realized that she hadn’t even finished her sentence. ❝ I, uh, LEFT. Yeah, I took off for a while. Didn’t think I’d come back, but here we are again. ❞ There was a semblance of disappointment within that statement, a hollow reminder that she had indeed come to realize that she NEEDED the help of others to survive and that even her own house back in Colorado couldn’t feel like home. ❝ Did you stick around Cheyenne this whole time ?? ❞ She questioned, tilting her head. Was that how you kept a conversation going ?? Asking questions so that the other can react and respond ?? Truthfully, Madeline wasn’t entirely sure. In fact, this was the most she had spoken in a LONG time. 

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                       ↠ HELLSTATE TASK 001. identitatem

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❝ ⸻  @truediscster

     FRIENDSHIP—it was a relative term, and to the twenty-one-year-old, it was also a term that she was unfamiliar with. In the past, her only friend had been her brother, but that wasn’t REALLY friendship. If they weren’t related, they most likely never would have even looked in the same direction, let alone form a friendship. But that was BEFORE everything, prior to when the world required you to toughen up and be strong; more than that, it required you to be MERCILESS. And she supposed that this why she found it so strange that friendships were finally played a role in her life. When she had left Cheyenne, she truly didn’t believe that she had left anyone of importance to her, and she had even convinced herself that no one would miss her if she just SLIPPED AWAY. Madeline, however, was wrong about that first part, but it didn’t hit her until this moment. Arabella’s light blonde hair was the main thing that had sparked a memory; the well-taken-care-of girl stuck out like a diamond in the rough—figuratively speaking, of course. But Madeline was not yet aware of that darker side of Arabella, the side that was undoubtedly a nightmare disguised as a daydream. The result of this ?? Well, Madeline didn’t fear her as she SHOULD HAVE and approached in a confident way that was uncharacteristic of her meek aura. Perhaps it was because she was excited, or perhaps she had actually CHANGED in some ways—whatever, it didn't matter to her. All that mattered was that a familiar face was there. ❝ Arabella ?? Is that ACTUALLY you ?? ❞ Who knows ?? Maybe there was an Arabella Collins lookalike—crazier things have happened.

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musingmemes:

send me ✤ + a ship and i’ll tell you…

who laughs when the other trips?

who pays the bills? 

which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?

who’s more clumsy?

who checks their daily horoscope?

who sings louder in the car?

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

who is more up to date in pop culture?

who insists on going to see the newest movies?

who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?

who’s the lighter sleeper?

who believes in ghosts?

who does the grocery shopping?

who updates their facebook status more often?

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“We are seeing self-harm, eating disorders and mental health issues… It can be shit. This stuff is not cool. It’s not fun. Being depressed is not a beautiful tragedy, it’s hell and it’s agony… My message would be to keep talking about these issues, be brave and love people.” (x) 

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who are the top 5 people you would like to know better?

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“ well, i’d love to get to know the people i live with more. like madeline and daya. speaking of people i live with, everett for sure – i need to know rena’s dad isn’t a dickhead, right? let’s see…who ELSE? malory, maybe. she seems…interesting. and for my last pick – oh, i heard vanessa’s just a babe. a mama babe. i’d love to know her. “

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Three individuals you would like to get to know better?

“Oh, well, that’s difficult.” Is it rude to say Fiona feels like she already knows people well enough–at least those she already knows. “Maybe Brandon–he’s a nice kid, seems to get along well with Callum. Madeline seems like she could use a friend and the same could be said for Cecilia.”

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If you had the power, who would you have saved?

     harrison was gone long BEFORE the outbreak, but he’s the ONLY one she wants to have back. everyone else in her family DITCHED her. she was dead weight that they needed to cut loose, and they made no hesitations in doing so. though she couldn’t say with complete certainty, something told her that harrison wouldn’t have done that. ❝ EASY—my oldest brother. ❞

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you've go the loveliest hair. that's it.

     ❝ oh my gosh, thank you ?? ❞ she was USED to compliments like these, but they usually came from people that you wouldn’t want to compliment you—old, creepy men. ❝ if you ever want to borrow some shampoo or conditioner, i’ve got a stash back at camp that i’m totally open to sharing with. ❞

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what would be your perfect team of survivors?

     during her time in the outbreak, madeline had been with many groups. she had been in and out of enough to know that the PERFECT team doesn’t just consist of the most dangerous of people. you needed a variety of people with different skills in order to survive, and questions like these were not to be taken lightly. ❝ well, for starters, probably vanessa. she seems very kind and nurturing, which is just as important as lethal abilities. second, i would go with malory because she seems knowledgeable in terms of weapons. plus, she seems like a total badass. i’d also go with someone like fiona because she seems to have a good handle on the whole medical situation. i also would pick callum, especially because he and fiona seem to be a packaged deal. lastly, ares seems like a solid choice since he seems to think strategically. ❞

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