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Once a Teacher

@officer-friendlys-brother / officer-friendlys-brother.tumblr.com

There's a difference between surviving and living. Jeffrey Harrison Grimes, a twenty-nine-year-old secondary school environmental science/biology II professor, works his ass off to survive, but dies to live. However, there is one thing that he's trying to live for -- that he's just surviving to find. His brother. Rick Grimes. It's going to take awhile to actually find Rick, considering that Jeff is currently being held up by a group known as 'the Hunters.' Based on what he has acquired about the group, it's obvious he doesn't want to be with them, anymore. But he has to, inviting wary groups and duos and singles over for... dinner? After all, Chris -- the primary leader of the bunch -- would love to have some more people for dinner. Meet the Hunters. A cannibalistic group, forcing Jeff to bring survivors to them almost every other day. If he fails to do so? He becomes dinner. Fantastic negotiation, really. At least they keep Jeff alive -- for now. RP blog for Jeff Grimes, the mentioned brother of Rick Grimes. Technically canon, so I guess I should throw in that OCs are acceptable, so long as they don't possess any powers that are impossible in the apocalypse -- despite any radioactive waves that may have made their way onto your character. Will RP comic verse, novel verse (i.e., Rise of the Governor), as well as TV verse. PREVIOUSLY: brother-of-arms M!A: N/A; ACCEPTING TRACKING: officerfriendlysbrother
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technicolorburnout asked:

"You lied to me. You lied to all of us-- those signs, they don't mean /ANYTHING/." He spoke in a low, growl-like tone. Fist clenched. "It's not a safe zone. It's a goddamn SLAUGHTERHOUSE!"

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-- "I didn't lie t'anyone, man..."  Technically, he didn't lie -- he was somewhat telling the truth.  It was declared a safe zone;  that didn't mean it was safe, and anyone who survived and showed loyalty to Gareth would survive -- for the meantime, at least.  He wasn't as bad as the Governor -- at least, he didn't blind Jeff's right eye like Philip did.

                                            -- "Point is, it can be safe."

    Good job, Jeff.  Eat human flesh right in front of him.

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{ there’s a crunching noise surrounding her - sounds like footsteps that are too heavy and too fast to be a walker at least she hopes its not }

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                                          ” —- who’s there!”

"i will kill you don’t play with me!”

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officer-friendlys-brother

-- "You'll kill me?  Now, I don't think that's anyway t'go about talkin' to a stranger.  No...  Now, why don't we try this again?"

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Of course, he's a hesitant and timid of the situation, but the group he is presently settled with has told him to act stronger than he really is.  They've told him not to be afraid anymore, because, so long as he's in T e r m i n u s, then he's safe.  They'll come running if they hear him scream -- at least, Gareth will send Alex his way -- hopefully.

-- "I startled you, an' you reacted.  It's human nature -- but d'y'really wanna try killin' a grown man, when you're just a kid, sweetheart?  I don't think that'd be very smart -- I mean, I'm not bad.

No...  I've actually got a place y'could stay at -- a safe zone, where th'people count's low, and the folks're friendly.  They wouldn't hurt you -- they wouldn't dream of it.

                                             --   We'd l o v e t'have you for dinner."

#bxthgrxxne
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{ ☣ }                ”Anybody out there?" Kira heard a sound, steps, rustling — and sounds at night aren’t a good sign. Hectically she searched for her knife, not finding it immediately. 

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-- "...  No-one big 'nough t'hurt you, that's for sure.  An' even f'I was big 'nough, I probably wouldn't."

Of course, before the outbreak, it was unlike Jeff to approach a stranger.  However, now, he had to, otherwise it was the end of his life, and that was something Gareth had promised him.  It was Jeff's duty to scout out others and bring them to Terminus -- otherwise, not only would his 'daughter' be dead (for she'd been been slaughtered for food not too long ago), but so would he.

-- "I won't hurt you.  M'too tired, anyways -- I just wanna help you."

LIAR!  He was lying, just as he'd been trained to do like the dog he'd been turned into.  He was a scout, now -- a herding dog -- bringing a flock to a slaughter house, and quite unluckily, he found a lost lamb.

#xvenomous#|[ hi there! ]|
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technicolorburnout asked:

"Are the signs on the railroad tracks true? Do those who arrive /really/ survive?"

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— “Well—…  I dunno what t’tell ya’, but—”

                         Remember, Jeff — Gareth’s watching.  He’s always watching.

— “‘Course they are.  Ev’ry single sign.”

Don’t double-cross Gareth, and, maybe he’ll let Jeff take a peek at those inside of the boxcar.  Who knows?  Maybe Rick or Carl is in there — maybe even Lori.

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ooc;;

guys, i found tony moore's tumblr, and i messaged him just a minute or so ago.

i asked him how many years of uni i had to go through in order to become a comic book artist, because i hope it's a minimal amount of years, due to the fact i pretty much hate everyone i go to school with

and i also asked him about kirkman, and for a minute, i forgot about the whole...  legal thing...  that went between them and i kinda wrote something like:

"...  And could you tell me about Robert Kirkman?  I mean, only if it isn't a lot of trouble -- I can understand if you don't want to.  I heard he can be a real asshole."

guys i think he's gonna hate me after that what have i done someone helP SO S 

#ooc;;#out of character;;
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making a change. (OPEN)

-- "Look-- I don't know who y'are, and I don't know what you've done -- I don't care 'bout that.  But...  You're on these tracks, an'...  an' I can go 'head an' tell you, you're not gonna like where you're headed -- M'supposed to bring people like you down th'tracks, an'...  an' what they do t'people...  Just...  Just turn the other way, f'you know what's good for ya'."

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#if you're a rick or carl rper#then he doesn't recognise your muse#open#open to all#twd rp#walking dead rp#the walking dead rp#twd roleplay#walking dead roleplay#the walking dead roleplay#terminus#terminus twd#terminus rp
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”I was playing chase with my aunt. No parents. My mommy’s gone..because of those.” She motioned to the walker dead near her. She didn’t speak much since her mother was killed. She had her Aunt Tara of course but it wasn’t the same.

”I should go.”

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Jeff nodded his head in response to the child's claim, yet his brows remained furrowed together in a look of unison.  He understood fully that the child needed some form of play, to keep her out of boredom (he was a teacher, so, naturally, this was something he had come to learn), but playing 'chase' in the midst of an apocalypse was a wee bit peculiar.  Not only was this peculiar, but in Jeff's own eyes, he found it far too dangerous and risky.

-- "Well--..."  The ex-professor started off, before taking a step closer to the child, and kneeling down to her height.  "...  D'y'know where your aunt is, sweetheart?  F'you don't, I wouldn't mind a bit in helpin' you find 'er.  I'm -- well...  I was -- a teacher before all this.  M'used to helpin' kids your age, an' even older.

Who knows?  Maybe, f'we go lookin' for 'er, we'll find my daughter along th'way.  I could use th'company."  A pause, before he went on, a grin beginning to decorate his already-friendly features.  "You like doggies, kid?  I've got a dog -- he'll bark, but...  but m'pretty sure he won't bite.  Nah...  He ain't bred for that.

...  M'name's Mr. Grimes -- but, y'know what?  I think you're pretty special."  He turned to his bag, pulled it to his front in order to separate him and the child for a short beat.  Out of the burlap messenger bag, he extracted a package of baby wipes -- something he'd kept on his hands at all times in case he needed to really get cleaned up -- and he held them out to her.  "Y'can call me 'Jeff,' if you want.  Here--...  Some'f the shambler's blood got on ya'-- I don't think we can risk you gettin' infected, huh?"

#theyoungsurvivorx
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Meghan just watched a bullet go into a walker’s head that was puling on her leg. She was shaking as she stared at him, now motionless on the ground a few feet from her. ”T-thank you.” The young girl managed to say not even looking up to see who it was.

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-- "...  No problem."

Jeff wasn't even part of the group he'd come across -- not once (even before the outbreak) had he been inside of a recreational vehicle.  All he knew was that this little girl resembled his "daughter," and she was in distress, for she was being dragged off by a shambler.  Upon thinking she was Rosie (which he would not verbally admit), he'd sent a bullet straight into the head of the undead.

-- "Are y'out here on your own, kiddo?  Y'know, f'your parents're around here, or--or whoever, y'should be with them.  Not runnin' around like mad.  S'too dangerous."

#hope you don't mind
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sanctuary. |[ OPEN ]|

T E R M I N U S .

Sanctuary for all,

Community for all--

Those who arrive--

S U R V I V E .

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Put down your w e a p o n s ,

You WILL be met,

You have ARRIVED--

at T E R M I N U S .

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-- "D'you think it's safe, Jeff?"

-- "...  Well-- we can only hope."

If Jeff knew that would have been his last moment with his adopted daughter that he'd taken in at the beginning of the outbreak -- the very moment before watching her get thrown around and literally slaughtered in front of him -- he wouldn't have allowed himself nor her to head to the "safe" zone.  Instead, they would have continued living off the land, alone, considering they'd killed the beagle they'd found for fresh food.

-- "PUT.  ME.  DOWN!"  Jeff could be heard demanding outside of the boxcar, his blind and bruised eye settled forward, as his only good eye flickered about the area.  The cart was quite literally ripped open, and two men struggled to push Jeff inside.  However, Jeff restrained the treatment as his feet pushed away at the doorway, and he thrashed about ever so violently.  Malnourished and crazed, he wasn't about to allow them to throw him into some unwarranted area like he was cattle.

The barrel of a gun pressed against his back, and it cocked.  Jeff tensed up at this, and he attempted to swing around to attack.  Yet in his attempt to fight back, he was thrown inside, causing his already-broken ribcage to crack even more.  He gasped in response, and he instantly began running toward the door.  It was closed, causing him to ram into the tarnished, metallic embodiment of the closure.

-- "THAT WAS M'DAUGHTER!"  He screamed, banging vigorously against the door, trying to get out.  Rosie really wasn't his daughter -- he'd been sterile after dealing with prostate cancer three years ago.  "Y'KILLED HER!  SHE--SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHIN' WRONG!   YOU'RE ALL MONSTERS!  MONSTERS!"

Footsteps were approaching him, pattering against the cold, hard flooring.  This caused him to stop his attack on the closed door, and he turned to face those that were approaching.  An entire group of folks -- due to the bleakness of the area, and the musky scent, Jeff didn't know if they were alive or dead.

One of them looked like his nephew.  The other appeared to be his brother.  The rest of the lot were strangers -- but those two in particular could not be Carl or Rick.  They were dead.  Rick was in a coma when the outbreak occurred, and even though Jeff frequently travelled to the hospital to replace his brother's saline bag, there was noway Rick would have survived, for Jeff had given up.  As for Carl...  Well...  If Lori and Shane weren't there, then that boy in the cart certainly couldn't be the innocent nephew Jeff treated like a son.

-- "F'you're gonna kill me,"  the ex-forensic professor began, brows furrowed into each other,  "then go ahead and get it over with.  I ain't got time fer' death, nor do I have anythin' to live for.  So, go on--  KILL ME!"

#ignore text in gif#ignore text#twd rp#walking dead rp#the walking dead rp#twd roleplay#walking dead roleplay#the walking dead roleplay#open#open starter#open rp#open roleplay#para#para rp#open to all
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so in one of my classes i have to write a report on if technology helps us or not and i can't be like i usually am -- you know, fence sitting, so i can say it helps us on one hand, then hinders us on the other

i'm gonna somehow make the report all about the apocalypse, and consider lucille a piece of technology, and no-one can stop me.

no-one

#ooc;;
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it's late, and i wanna do replies, so i'm gonna drink a cuppa tea and maybe try for some coffee.  then i'll get to replies, starting with the one for lori-mun because young!jeff and young!lori are precious bbies.

#ooc;;
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