you  may  think  you’re  winning  this  heartbreak,  but  you’re  not  gonna  win  it  ‘cause  CHECKMATE.

We’d stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You’d think that would make us feel brave and invincible.                                                               It didn’t.

RP is a Partnership

Note to my RP partners:

Please do not be afraid of moving the story along. What I mean by that is it’s OK for you to get an idea from what I’ve written and take the plot into a new direction or to enhance the old. If you’re nervous, or afraid, that you’ll upset me, you can always send me a message to check if it’s OK to do the thing.

I play with you, because I want to, and I trust your creative instincts. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be doing threads with you, plotting with you in asks and on Skype. If we’re playing, I want us to be equals, and I don’t want you to take a backseat to me.

I need you to share the story with me. Think about it like Pacific Rim.

RP is a partnership. If you don’t work with your partner, you can’t move the big damn robot. You can’t save the world from the giant monsters, and you cannot tell a story. If only one half of the partnership is moving, the robot will walk in circles, get tired and break down. You’ll lose the partnership, and the story will die.

Don’t let this happen. Be a partner. Tell the story together. 

Send “You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” for my muse’s reaction!

Chrissy’s head nods as she looks at the other - she was thankful Beth seemed like her. Hesitant in a way to end someones life. She’d met people - been with a group once who just wanted to end lives and get the job done. Chrissy hated it - believing that even if the world had gone to shit there was still some decent people out there somewhere. Yes she’d taken lives but more of a necessity then actually a choice. Sighing softly she finishes with the deer. “We need to set up a fire and then we can cook it” she murmurs to the other as her dark eyes flicker over. She knew the blonde would help hence why she was speaking instead of acting quietly.

“Should we do it now or at night? Smoke might draw survivors in, but we’re more vulnerable at night.” She doesn’t really know what to do to make a good choice here. A part of her mind is still in her high school mentality, thinking about the things she didn’t get to do. She never got a prom, never got to graduate, and it’s likely that she’s never gonna grow up. She kind of just wants to curl up in a ball and give up, but she knows she can’t do that. She has to force herself to stay standing and force herself to survive. She doesn’t have a choice anymore. 

Nightmares

          The side of her mouth quirked upwards in a wry, lopsided smile. “I know this is gonna sound strange, but I think that’s a good thing. The way the world is now… I don’t trust this place a hundred percent, either. But that’s good. Thinking like that and being aware can keep you alive. We just gotta remember that everyone can’t be bad, either. We’re still here, aren’t we?” She didn’t want Beth to trust everyone on sight, that sort of thinking could get them killed– but she also didn’t want Beth to be unable to give new people a chance. At the end of the world, all they had was each other, and the people here had welcomed their group with open arms and open doors. Even if things went south, at the very least they had a roof over their heads and full bellies, and that counted for something. It counted for a lot. Maggie had faith that they could work their differences out. There was something left to hope for, something to work towards. 

          “Hey,” she waited for Beth to look up at her and smiled. “It can’t rain all the time.” They had lost so much; it was hard for Maggie to tell anyone to hope, to hope for something better, to hope for life. That they would get through this, that things would work out– these were unknowns. There were no guarantees now. The Greene sisters knew that better than anyone. But they had each other. They had a home. They had a chance at a life now, and Maggie didn’t want it to be one devoid of color and life. Maybe the world was full of dead things, but that didn’t mean they were dead, too. It was important to remember that, especially when it felt like they weren’t. 

        She feels better knowing that Maggie doesn’t fully trust the place either. It just means that maybe Beth isn’t being as paranoid as she thought. It felt as though their group had just fallen into place in the small community so quickly that Beth couldn’t keep up, so it felt good to hear that she’s not the only one feeling the way she feels. “Yeah. We’re still here.” But a part of her thinks that maybe they’re not the good guys anymore. Looking back on the things that they’d done, some of it had been pretty bad. Maybe they aren’t outright the bad guys, but they aren’t really the good guys. No ones a good guy anymore. Not really. Maybe they could be good comparatively, but not actually good. Good isn’t something that a person can be anymore.

          She gives her sister a small smile, nodding slightly. “Yeah.” She says quietly. “But I guess sometimes rain is good. Helps things grow. Maybe we’ve just gotta find the right balance.” But sometimes, though, it felt as if things are bad just because they can be. It’s as if there’s not a bigger plan or larger picture; just pain after pain after pain. Perhaps that’s the way things are now, but she wants to think that maybe things eere bad so that they could get good again. She could only hope, but hope didn’t do much anymore. Just bred disappointment.

But the killers here. It was them. Those who claimed to be nothing more than saviours and protectors when all they were, was hypocrites. In all reality. They were just like the Elders. A race of people claimed to be good and innocent when in all reality. They just cared about one thing and one thing only.

Power.

Power that had them killing hundreds and hundreds of innocent witches without any reason. Without any proof that they were EVIL.

“Why did so many of you, kill so many innocent people? People who did nothing wrong.”

“There are bad people. There are, and I am sorry that they killed your kind. Killing isn’t the answer. Not ever.” She believes that, but she doubts he’ll believe it. She’s not sure exactly how - or if - she’s gonna get out of this situation, but she’s still holding on to that little bit of hope. She has to, because if she gives up then Maggie could die; and so could she.

The truth is that Wyatt had every reason to be angry and Beth knows that, but she doesn’t think he should be angry at herself or at Maggie. Things are bad for everyone in this situation; no one leaves happy. She’s decided, though, that he’s not gonna let her go. She’s gonna fight ‘till the end, even if the end is when she dies. Maggie doesn’t deserve this; and perhaps Beth doesn’t either, but in her own mind she does.

“You can’t just lump all humans together like that. There are millions of people on earth, not every one of them is the same. Not every one of them wants your kind dead. You doing this - going after all humans - isn’t going to solve anything. It’s you killing innocent people. You doing what you claim that humans are doing to you.”

“Probably to someone we are.” Kody responds in a casual voice. “Someone is the bad guy to another person. It all just depends on your point of view. Just like madness. Insanity is determined by who has who locked in the cage. The whole bad guy thing is just the same thing only that there is no cage.”

Whoops, she might’ve gotten a little more philosophical there then she was intending. “I dunno. Everything just comes down to perspective and what definition you’re going by.”

“I think we’d have to be. Can’t be the good guy to everyone.” She feels like she has some level of potential to be a bad guy beyond just having to be bad in someone’s eyes, but she doesn’t like to think about that. She doesn’t want to be the bad guy.

She nods at the brunettes words, giving a small smile. “Perspective is a big thing. I think a lot of things could be avoided by looking at things from the other person’s perspective.” But maybe it’s not really that simple and Beth’s just trying to make things easier for herself.