SUN KISSED skin laid beneath thin clothing , italia positioned under a torn bridge , her back pushed against the semi cool stone. her only source of shade. rope traps were placed around her area but her FAVORITE , the snare was placed just below an old hanging tree , on the strongest branch.

     the sharp noise of the rope rubbing together making it known that it had caught something. someone. often , it was the infected. but she was so quiet        there was never more than one. she stood , pipe in hand ; ready to rid her world of another. but her eyes laid on something she was not expecting. a living ??

She was not usually one to be CAUGHT but alas, with the vast quantity of booby traps scattered around the land she was likely to be snatched up EVENTUALLY. Such was the case here. As soon as the cord wrapped around her ankle ( stupid, STUPID ), she felt the air catch in her throat; all exhale contained within the length of her neck. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe and if she’d been different, if she’d been one to cower, Olivia would’ve felt PARALYZED. But that wasn’t her. Olivia Staford was not a CHILD and her hands got to work immediately: fingers working with the cord as she tried to remember where the hell her knife was. “Shit, shit, shit,” she chanted breathlessly. 

He was quick to make sense of her prominent reaction just like he usually did – Landon didn’t particularly sense any fright but that was the closest and easiest explanation. People felt an air of panic when they were around him. Except when she opened her mouth; the entire scenario of what he had been expecting turned completely on its head. The male’s grin widened and he wasn’t making any sudden moves to bite back, only intently watching the scene unfold before him. “I’m doubtful you have much room for signature moves, but if that’s what you believe…” Landon clicked his tongue. “However, that mouth of yours is quite impressive.”

“Look, bud, the preschool bully BULLSHIT might get to other sorry sons of bitches, but there’s no fucking way I’m showing you ANYTHING -- capisce?” Funny thing was, though, despite her crossed arms and REFUSAL she was still playing right into his little trap; tripping over snaps and foul language.For someone who constantly aimed to disappoint, the word impressed didn’t ENTIRELY settle well when it landed on her stomach; splashing around and mixing with all the other foul FLUIDS there. Olivia’s eyebrow ARCHED, head titled to the side, and the lack of comprehension at his statement was evident in her hazel eyes. “Oh, BOY, don’t tell me you’ve got a kink for being trash talked because I can guaran-fucking-tee that I want nothing to do with you.”