» Graduation!
Senior year is almost up so that means Finals and Projects.
You know, as well as graduation practice.
So, I TRIED to get on earlier, but I couldn’t, not with the work I have for the last stretch.
School ends on June 7th. I’ll try to get on before then (and most likely will). Hang on tight? :D All replies will come AFTER I finish this one time consuming Euro project.
it’s 5aam how csould you even think im coherent
I’M SLEEPING. NIGHT, GUYS.
in-my-crosshairs started following you
[He bowed his head to the stranger.] Hail friend.
[She looked over the man and smirked.] Hey guy.
It ain’t friend, and it ain’t guy. -Daryl gripped the sash to his crossbow even tighter, the fabric cutting deeper into his shoulder.- It’s Daryl. -And, unlike the either of them, he didn’t look all too eager to show any of his manners.-
As hardened the soldier was, he was starting to take offense to Daryl’s words, especially the boy part. His posture did not change, nor did his expression but that doesn’t mean he didn’t feel fear as his view grazed over the metal crossbow just a couple away from him. “Look,” Now his tone of voice was angered and annoyed. “You better watch your mouth, pendejo.” James’ arms fell, now an accusing finger pointing at the man before him. “I just fucking landed on shore leave and I don’t need your bullshit about these walkers, or whatever the fuck you call ‘em.” His teeth reared in a growl, clenching against each other. He didn’t understand what Dixon was referring to, obvious that he had no idea. He could smell the blood and stale air that surrounded them but he just shrugged it off as Reaper destruction. “I’ve been fighting since I was in my britches, boy.” There was that word again. “And now we got the threat of Reapers on our ass? You should be grateful you’re even alive.”
I MISS YOU THOUGH. HEY BBY ]
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OPENLY SOB
I think the answer speaks for itself. -He seated himself on a log, the crossbow still over his shoulders and eyes set on the girl standing before him.- Tired, dirty and damn sick of this walker business, but I can’t ask for anythin’ different so what’s the point of even complainin’ ‘bout it. -Opening the box again, he took out a single cookie and ate it, suddenly unfamiliar with the taste.-
I am honestly REALLY surprised that the Daryl tag is still relatively active.
I mean, only a few weeks passed before my TWD muse really died down.
Yet, there everyone is, still tagging TWD and Daryl. I’M KINDA PROUD.
The venom drenched speech that spewed from Daryl’s mouth surprised James, made him twist his head and question with his glare. The crossbow was tolerable, still a little paranoid of it going off, but he understood. He had guns in his face before so it wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling. “Excuse you?” His tone matched Daryl’s in harshness, fingers digging into his tan skin. “I have no fucking idea what you’re bitching about, boy. We’re slowly doing something. Just because we can’t see any immediate changes in the war doesn’t mean we’re not in the middle of something.” His mind automatically went to the war in space, Reapers Vs Humanity. “Th’fuck’s a walker?”
“I ain’t your boy, let’s get that straight,” came the immediate response. If it was one thing Daryl had become over the long, arduous months, it was cautious and paranoid. James was just as dangerous as any other walker that skulked the woods, teeth barred with a blood-lust no other creature could match. As a stranger, James could have been a scavenger, perhaps a murderer looking to take from his next victim. The finger on the crossbow’s trigger did not falter, just hovering mere inches from delivering certain death. “Cuz if it’s either of us that’s the damn kid ‘round here, it’s you. At least it better be if you’ve been living under a rock for that long. Look ‘round you for a sec,” he demanded, gesturing over to the deserted roads they were standing on with his head caked in dirt and dried blood. His state of physical being seemed strained and exhausted at best. “Walkers are the things that brought this place to hell, and if you don’t even fuckin’ know what they are at this point, then I guess you’re just lookin’ to be their next meal, aren’t you? I ain’t got time to baby you, got that? You’re bound to die here by yourself anyway, and like hell I need to carry your weight.” But Daryl wasn’t sure if that was true — He always said those sort of things, but he was still a human being. If James didn’t know what was going on then there was no doubt in his mind that the soldier would find out soon enough. Perhaps they’d bump into each other again or, more likely, James would follow him and demand more answers to questions that had receives less than satisfactory responses. Somehow, the hunter wouldn’t have minded that and, besides, fighting in a small group of two doubled his chances of survival. “Walkers will tear you apart,” he breathed out with a small growl before taking a single step back. “Get bit and I won’t think for a second ‘bout drivin’ a bolt through your head.”
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