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wclfwest:

Briefly sparing the younger man a glance as he threw the question at him yet again, Wolfgang deciding once more to not even bother to gracing him with a response simply turned back to the task at hand. Throwing the dead weight onto the increasing pile of bodies, having recently cleared an infected building with his team, it was his task to burn the bodies that remained. “Know what? You can be of help. Got a light?”

Once the man had turned his back for a moment, Miles grimaced slightly at himself, close to regretting saying anything at all. He paused for a moment to look at the pile in front of the man, almost failing to hear what was asked. Shaking his head once to regain himself he muttered a reply, “Uh, yeah. Sure.” It was impossible to mask the scrunching of his face, not that he was even remotely trying to.

After a handful of seconds of rummaging around in his pocket he chucked the lighter towards the man.

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gracelxsslady:

For a long, grueling moment Grace simply stared at him, forehead furrowed and head tilting to an ever more improbable angle before concluding; “Fair enough.” The boxes in her arms rattled loudly as they were jostled and she began the complicated process of offloading them onto an apparently voluntary packhorse. Best not to look gifthorses in their mouths. “It would be a terrible threat if you can’t even tell it’s a threat,” she pointed out helpfully, puffing out a breath of air to try and remove a rogue strand of hair from her face before adding, “It was more of a warning — our back alley looks like a no-kill shelter lately. I think she’s made it her mission to pick up all the strays in town.”

A pointed look seemed to imply that he might easily be mistaken for one of them.

Putting his arms out to just allow himself to be turned into a human-shaped cart, Miles tilted his head past the boxes. He opened his mouth as if to speak before hesitating, “That’s a good point,” he conceded, clearly still thinking.

 After a moment passed he noticed her look and a small smile appeared on his face in both acknowledgement and amusement with what she implied. “..That’s nice of her.” He said instead.

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slyvieking:

Sylvie was struggling to carry all the books in her hands, trying to make it from her house to her office space without letting any of them fall. She really needed to invest in a back pack or something like it. The books were being shifted around once more so that she could get a better grip on them when a voice offered her help. “That would actually be fantastic,” Sylvie sighed out in relief. “Knight in shining armor you are.”

Lifting a few books from the top of the pile, he shook his head to somewhat wave off the compliment. Only a little though, considering how his ego appreciated it.  “Nah nah, it’s totally fine.”

He paused again, raising an eyebrow - “I don’t suppose you’re robbing a library..?”

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markedkain:

Deep eyes wrapped with concentration flickered between the work at hand and the voice that offered the help. Kain wasn’t that kind of person, he preferred to do all the work – only because he was the kind of person who loved being helpful. His hands at that stage were very full, a wrench in his mouth, barely hanging on to his lips. “Mhm, –” he hummed out before dropping the tool into his other hand. “No dude, it’s cool. I got this.” Even if he didn’t he wanted it to seem like he did. He returned to the lawnmower he was fixing up before speaking again. “This is my kind of thing.”

Controlling a flinch at the sight of the precariously held wrench, Miles watched for a second as the man managed not to injure himself. “I believe that,” he shrugged, impressed at the concetration.

“I mean, I could just hold a wrench so you don’t accidentally crack, just, all of your teeth,” he replied, eyebrows furrowing at the thought.

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diegoxrodriguez:

“Reassuring.” 

His tone was light, and finally Diego closed his book and leaned back, deciding to give it a rest. “Diego.” He said by way of introduction.

Miles paused slightly, squinting in thought before clearly trying to supress a look of realisation. renegade. “Diego, nice to meet you,” he presented his hand for a hand shake, “Miles.” He nodded his head towards the now closed book, “Do let me know if that’s ever paying work.”

“I guess you know what I do now - is this your job?”

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summergooding:

       “Yes sir, usually with me staying awake and looking like a zombie walking through the halls doing my shifts.” Summer managed to crack a joke, holding the box near her and nodded her head towards the door. “This way toward the supplies closet.”

Miles let out a small laugh, turning his head with a grin. “That’s an image -- a slightly horrifying one for sure but..” he trailed off, maintaining a lighthearted tone. Following the direction of her head he moved towards the closet.

“It’s, uh, Miles by the way.”

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gracelxsslady:

Half-woman, half-precarious tower of boxes was the creature stopped dead in the center of the sidewalk and it was only after a precarious redistribution of the loudly clinking stack, that Grace craned her neck to peer around the barricade to assess the muffled offer.  “Depends,” the strain of the load didn’t appear to particularly bother her, “Are you going to follow me home? If my sister gets one look at those puppy dog eyes she’ll want to keep you.”

Miles couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the head popping up from behind the miniature fort of boxes that had assembled in the street. “I mean,” he started, raising his hands up in innocence, “was probably just going to go to wherever these boxes were going.” A somewhat perplexed expression found itself on his face after a small moment of thought - “I’m not sure if that was a threat or not, honestly.”

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diegoxrodriguez:

“I don’t think I’m better than n’yone. Just doin’ what I’m able.” Diego glanced at the man and then back again, wishing one of his siblings were there to navigate the social labyrinth. He’d never been keen on interacting with others, mostly because everyone seemed to assume something about him he didn’t know to refute. “Somethin’ like that. You build?”

A small smile appeared on Miles face with Diego’s first statement - it was nice to hear someone talking about doing what they can. Not particularly aware of any hesitation on the other’s part, he continued to talk. “Doing what I’m able,” he repeated, nodding as emphasis, “whenever work appears.”

“Eh, don’t sell yourself short anyway. This looks impressive -- probably?”

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summergooding:

“Just some bandages to restock in the clinic.” Summer shrugged her shoulders, “Nothing fancy or exciting really.”

“Exciting to someone, probably. ‘specially if they’re bleeding.” Miles shrugged too, continuing the walk towards the clinic. “So, you work at the clinic?” He tilted his head slightly, trying to see if he recognised her face. Not that he ever spent a whole time there.

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thecataclxsmic:

bael’s head turned towards the familiar voice, the corner of his lips turning into a smirk as he glanced his friend up and down. “ do you really think I need help? “ the box in his hands was visibly straining the musles in his arms, but it wasn’t too heavy. especially not for a guy who easily carried an ego much bigger than this box every day on his shoulders. “ i’m fine. thanks, miles. “ he readjusted his grip on the box. “ what are you up to? “

Miles glanced at the clear evidence of strain Bael was showing, before making eye contact again with a raised eyebrow. “How could I ask such a stupid question?”

“I am -” he paused, looking around vaguely and squinting, “nope, can’t even pretend I was doing something useful. Maybe seeing if there’s work? Maybe nothing?” Part of having basic skills that were only sometimes useful meant maintaining a certain awareness, just in case.

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summergooding:

     Summer glanced up from the boxes of first aid kits to not fall over, turning her position from being stiff against the wall toward the male and tilted her head to the side. “Actually yes, thank you. Probably the first person to lend a hand–unless you’re going to steal this then no.” 

“That’s an interesting way to stop theft,” Miles replied, beginning to pick up one of the boxes, “tell them not to.” He grinned in a lighthearted manner before hoisting the box up.

“What am I helping you carry anyway?” He continued, a quizzical look on his face.

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diegoxrodriguez:

“Trying to find an efficient way to re-fortify the wall.”

Diego let his attention stray from his plans for only a moment, curiosity lifting his gaze. “Why the interest?”

“Ah, well, not all of us are smart enough to ‘design’ improvements,” he explained, making vague motions with his hands to symbolise some sort of abstract concept for design, “but you always need someone to move the bricks. Just wanna see what I might be doing, I suppose.”  Miles continued to let his gaze peruse the paper in front of him, interested in what the man beside him had in mind; both for safety and perhaps - a more conventional moment of work.

“So? Found a more efficient way?”

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“Hey, uh,” Miles began, stumbling slightly to slow his own walking pace, “you sure you wouldn’t like a hand with that?” Having almost nothing else of interest to occupy himself, and curious as to what they were up to, he squinted slightly at the figure.

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diegoxrodriguez:

“They’re building plans…” Diego looked up, not knowing whether he should be annoyed or flattered by the person trying to peek over his shoulder. 

“Sorry, sorry, couldn’t help myself.” Miles said, planting himself next to the man to give up the facade of doing anything else. “I gotta keep up-to-date with what needs building next - what’re you designing anyway?”

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intro post for my brand new son miles !! (still developing a little bit but i thought it best to post the jist)

details

full name: miles taylor age: 26 gender/pronouns: male, he/him occupation: building or labour whenever the need arises (less of a steady job and more whenever a job appears) alliance: the renegades (tho not something he typically runs around yelling about)

personality

miles is extremely idealistic; at a glance it seems that he just believes in a future dependent on a cure instead of the destruction of infected people before they turn

however, part of this idealism is also that people who do not act the way he would see fit aren’t doing enough + he finds it very difficult to understand people who haven’t chosen a side. be it death dealer or not

(therefore: can be very judgemental)

perhaps a little naive + extra trusting, likes to live in a world where he can at least pretend that people are more likely good

basic biography

spent the majority of his life in New Seattle, living job to job whenever someone needs just regular ol’ labour

father definitely taken out by a death dealer, mother passed a handful of years ago

became part of the renegades as soon as he didn’t have family to look after / disappoint