@heaviness-aside / heaviness-aside.tumblr.com
[So, I've made an independent Beth blog because I was having so much fun playing her in particular. So, if you're a TWD roleplayer, or any other fandom for that matter, go ahead and follow the blog. I'd really appreciate it, guys. Here it is; http://another-deadgirl.tumblr.com/
I'll still be on this blog, of course. So, if any of my followers are threading with other muses on this blog, I'm still going to be replying, lovelies.]
Rick had felt like Hershel’s death had been his fault, that he was the reason the man he looked up to was dead. He could have stopped it, he could have shot the Governor down before he had decapitated him. He could have done something other than offer peace. Arriving at Terminus had been the best thing they’d come to in a while. It was peaceful, walkers rarely lurked outside the gates.
He noticed the young girl standing outside, staring off into the distance. For some reason, he felt like he had to guide her now, keep her safe. Like he owed Hershel that much. He wanted to, he needed to. He slowly approached her, thumbs tucked behind his belt as he did so. He didn’t know where they stood, whether she hated him or not.
Beth could clearly hear the footsteps of another human being behind her. She didn't even hesitate to think it was a zombie; Terminus made her feel safe.. for now. She didn't know much about the 'town', but she knew it wouldn't hurt to try and live there for a while. Peering behind her and taking in that it was Rick approaching, she gave him a soft smile before turning back to the empty space she had previously been staring at.
"Looks peaceful." She stated. "Reminds me of the farm." The lack of zombie outside of the gates really did remind her of her father's farm she had once lived on. Like her old home, there was no need for people to have to watch the surrounding area and patrol.
[When tumblr decides to make my GIFs not move....]
”..Les’not talk ‘bout it, yeah?” Hallie mumbled, kicking the ground a few times and clenching her fists even tighter. She stayed quiet and only glanced at him with her eyes every so often. It was so difficult not to break down and cry but her father taught her to keep her guard up and never show her emotions and she didn’t want to make him disappointed or anything stupid like that. “‘Til I die. Or you. Then that’s basically just it, ain’t it?” She spoke with no emotion,a cold tone but she did have the tiniest smile on her lips. A sad one but still a smile.
"Fo' now, we'll not talk about it." Another sigh was released from his breathe, as he continued. "But I'm gon' wanna know what happened to my brother one day." Cooter stated, not wanting to have to guess how Merle had died. He wanted to know how long into the apocalypse it took for his life to be gone... he knew he was a strong guy, but also sometimes reckless. As he heard Hallie's voice say the further sentence, he couldn't help but snap back a little; it wasn't an angry snap, more like an interruption to her comment. "I only just found you, Hallie. There's no way I'm lettin' anything get to you."
Rebekah smiled. “Fantastic. Follow me.”
Damon tilted his head and squinted his eyes. "This seems mysterious. Not that I'm complaining."
After arriving at Terminus two days ago, Beth stood by the gates of the 'safe-zone', looking out in a slight daze. Her and her sister had found each other by the train tracks, after Maggie had gone out to look for her. It was almost as if a miracle had happened; the two girls reuniting. It felt like Hershel had guided them to one and another.
With all the running, and trying to survive, Beth never really had to chance to mourn over her father. Of course she'd spoken about him, but she didn't have enough time to fully think about him. Right now was that time. As she stood staring, the predominate thought on her mind was her deceased father.
“Blaine—- Where have you been hiding?”
"New York is huge. I've literally spent all day roaming the streets, and I still have more places to see."
"If it was, what would your answer be?"
"My answer would be... sure. I can't come here and not experience the New Orleans night life."
[text]: What the hell are you saying? [text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? [text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather. [text]: Come on if you’re coming. [text]: Are we going to do this or what? [text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me? [text]: Don’t get too comfortable. [text]: S.O.S. [text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning? [text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? [text]: Is there something I should know? [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol. [text]: Is that suppose to be a threat? [text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back. [text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping. [text]: I’m not going with you to see that. [text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM [text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens. [text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation? [text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way? [text]: Just admit it..you missed me. [text]: I was hoping you would go with me. [text]: You’re dead meat. [text]: How do you feel about a threesome? [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you. [text]: We are not going there.
"The people of New Orleans throw some pretty great parties."
"Is that your way of asking me to a party, Rebekah?"
"Well, what do you think?"
"It's not too shabby."
"Damon. Here’s a face I never thought I’d see in the Crescent City."
"I had some free time. Thought I'd see what all the fuss is about."
"Of course they do." She snapped, arrogantly. "They were charmed by a witch— one of which I slept with back in my heyday. Her skin was exquisite. Soft and milky, I did not hesitate to lap like a kitten." A sultry smile crossed Nikole’s lips, passionate memory invigorating.
"That might be an incredible story to tell your thousands of inconspicuous friends, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention that to me again." She rolled her eyes subtly, making her way over to the table in the middle of the room, a drink placed conveniently on it.
"It's weird... her being back. I can feel things going back to how they used to be, and I'm not okay with that."
"Daryl? No." Hallie assured him that one of his brothers wasn’t dead but her voice began to shake and it just grew weaker. Quieter. She felt like she could just throw up at the thought of it all over again. Her father was gone, taken from her just like that and she wasn’t there to say goodbye. The images. The flashbacks of back in the day always came to mind at the mention of her father every god damn time. Her anxious neck rubbing went to anxious hand fiddling and she couldn’t remain eye contact with him for very long.
"But.. your father?" He let out a deep sigh; it was shaky and upset. He was overwhelmed with so many emotions currently - his niece was alive and well, as well as the middle Dixon brother... but he assumed his oldest brother hadn't made it. He didn't say another word. His mixture of relief and sadness changed to anger. He hadn't been angry like this for months.. just upset and alone. But, he had finally found out that this shit hole of a world had taken his brother from him.
But Cooter had to be there for Hallie. "It's gon' be okay. It is." He assured her, but not even sure himself. Nothing was for sure it a time like this.
"Beth!" Maggie cried, just as she was about to run for her she saw her stab the walker straight in the head. Damn. Maggie let out a sigh of relief and began walking towards her sister, she heard a loud moan and felt someone fall right on top of her. A walker. She screamed and pushed it off her.
Beth gave Maggie a smile through her happy tears, but it was quickly converted into a look of terror as she saw the zombie fall on top of the brunette. "Get off my sister." She ordered in her southern accent. She rushed over just as her older sister pushed the un-dead being off of her. Bending over, she finished the job and stabbed it directly in it's brain, before standing up and looking down at it, starting to let tears flow more freely.
,
[Off to bed, now! I hate have different timezones to other people, gosh. I'll reply to all my threads in the morning! Sweet dreams, lovelies.]
