BROWN, S
once stephanie carefully removed the last bit of her sleeve, she angrily tossed the torn fabric aside. it was ironic and frustrating that she still managed to cause herself injury in ways entirely unrelated to the apocalypse, but she’d still take a fight with gravity over turning into a goddamned zombie any day of the week. “i’m not bleeding all over your –” stephanie cut herself off with a frown as she assessed the cut on her forearm, a sigh leaving her shortly after. “….okay so maybe i am, but i’m fine. and what exactly does this help entail? because if it has anything to do with touching any of ivy’s plants, i’ve found the ‘watch and look pretty from the sidelines’ approach to be best so she doesn’t murder me in my sleep.”
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he doesn’t bother correcting her; she gets there on her own. a forceful hand does grab her by the elbow though, pulling her into his compartment and nudging her in the direction of a chair. he waits for her to be out of eyeshot before dropping to his knees, reaching behind the dresser to pry up one of the floorboards. medical supplies are a hot commodity these days so... yeah, you’re damn right, he hides them. he might like stephanie but that doesn’t mean she gets an all access pass.
“ you are a disaster. ” he agrees as he re-enters the room, a few patches of gauze, a needle with thread, and a paste made from leaves and water in a small container. the leaves have some kind of healing property, plucked from one of the aforementioned at the risk of his own head, but there’s no denying they work. they work damn good. “ so just sit there, shut up, and don’t touch anything. ” he pulls up a second chair, reaching for her arm as he sets to work. he wipes the blood away with a strip of cloth ripped from his shirt, carefully pressing one of the mixture soaked gauze pads against her arm for a few moments before starting to stitch. “ it’s not a painkiller but it’s about as good as anything i’ve got. ” he adds, though not as an apology, as he continues stitching her up. the stitches are tight, practically medical grade, and she can thank his penchant for getting himself into tight spots for his efficiency.
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Pamela looked around, knowing that things had definitely changed and knew that sooner or later, she would have to adapt. Luckily enough, she could start growing a garden and assign roles. She ran a hand over her face, knowing that she was a bit stressed out but knew that this was important. “Alright, first things first, I need everyone to sign up for a role that they want to do for the garden.” She said aloud, hoping she could get someone’s attention. “Just, line up in front of me and I’ll write down what you want to do.”
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while pamela’s distracted with some of the newbies, jason makes a beeline for his potatoes. he volunteered for security with good reason; prime access to the stuff he needed to make sure he’d NEVER run out of alcohol. if the world’s going to go to shit, there’s no way he’s doing it sober. the sleeves of his sweater are pushed up to his elbows as he works, brushing the potatoes clean before shoving them into his bag. back in his room, he’ll cut them into smaller pieces before preparing them to be left to ferment. it’s not the best vodka he’s had but it’ll do. once his bag’s full, he throws it over his shoulder and heads over to her. “ everyone playing nice, ivy ? ” he asks, a low chuckle accompanying his words as he looks out over the new recruits. “ if not, it’s been awhile since we made an example out of anyone. ” he presses his knuckles into the palm of his opposite hand, watching someone nearby gulp. at that, he grins wider. “ just say the word. ”
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“before you say anything - i did this to my damn self without any anti-living intervention.” stephanie winced as she shrugged out of her jacket, torn material sticking to the cut on her arm as she pulled off the sleeve. “it would seem that even in the apocalyspe, gravity has something against me.” graceful would never have been a word she used to describe herself, and well, a bush had been there to catch her fall and unfortunately add insult to injury. “i was not bitten or scratched, so if we could keep the homicidal holy mission of helping those infected away from me today, that’d be great.”
fear isn’t something he considers himself lousy of. he’s impulsive, takes more risks than he should, and lives life like he’s playing a video game where he has extra lives if something goes wrong. that all goes out the window, however, when applied to the people he cares about. the fear slams into him like a sledgehammer when he sees the blood on stephanie’s jacket, unable to help but envision what would happen if she turned. he sees the wild eyes, the sluggish way she’d move, and his stomach churns violently as he shoves it all down. “ you can help me in here today. ” he says after a moment, knowing his face won’t betray the chaos of his thoughts. “ after i patch you up. you’re bleeding all over my floor. ”
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‘ quick - battle royale or the hunger games ? ’ for the sake of their ears and patience , she hopes they pick the former . alas , her eyes are behind who she’s speaking to - a zombie straggling pretty far behind them - but a zombie is still a zombie . ‘ tell me on the way back . and walk fast . ’
he knows the tell-tale signs; dragging feet, or a low-grunt he’s come to associate with the anti-living breaking through the silence around them. he prefers turning, putting a bullet through their heads and moving on, but he hates clawing the bullets out after. with a finite stash, he’s had to resort to bloodier methods... not that he has a problem with that. he heaves a sigh, fingers gripped tightly around the crowbar he’s known to carry. “ hunger games, obviously. overthrowing the government is fuckin’ awesome. ” he stops moving, turning to see the infected stumbling towards them. “ you run. i’ve got some ANGER i’d love to work out right about now. ”
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( curran walters, 26, he/him ) - are you ready to fight for your world, JASON TODD? through everything that’s happened in the world, you’re known to go by RED HOOD and have been said to be RESILIENT and ABRASIVE. over the past three years, you could be located at THE GREEN and word out there is that your abilities include EXPERT MARKSMAN/TACTICIAN, SKILLED MARTIAL ARTIST & HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT, ENHANCED WEAPONS TECH, AND ENHANCED STRENGTH/SPEED/DURABILITY DUE TO LAZARUS PIT EXPOSURE. seems like that’s going to help you survive this apocalypses. ( c, 21+, she/her, ast ).
prior to the equation:
most of jason’s comic backstory is canon. he tried to jack the tires off the batmobile, got taken in by bruce, became robin, died at the hands of the joker, and was resurrected in the lazarus pit. he took on the mantle of ‘ red hood ’ and is one of gotham’s notable anti-heroes. he’s worked alone, alongside the batfam, and with the outlaws among others. primarily, however, he works alone.
what have then been doing in the last three years?
after finding dick’s body in the batcave, and burying him, jason took the batmobile to round up the rest of the batfam that was still alive. or at least the ones he could find. he made it to damian before the arks left for earth-2, sending ace with him, before heading back to the green with some of the other villains / anti-heroes.
he protects their little corner of the earth with the others in order to ensure that they stay safe. survival’s always been his top priority and he won’t let anyone, or anything, get in the way of that. with bruce infected, and dick dead, he stayed close to other batfam members like stephanie when barbara disappeared. he might not have always wanted them but there was no denying they needed each other. he’s also been ruthless when it comes to killing the infected, even the people he might have known. they’re as good as dead, he figures, and putting them out of their misery is a kindness. that said, if he was ever face to face with bruce, i don’t think he’d be able to pull the trigger.
how will they react to having the others come back from earth-2?
maybe it’s hypocritical but he doesn’t blame damian for going to earth-2 and he’ll be happy to see him. as for the other “heroes”... he is of the belief that they abandoned the titanic while it sank and now they’re showing up three years late with no starbucks. he doesn’t have much time for them tbh and will probably consider them defectors. earth-2 has its own heroes... it didn’t need theirs when they needed them most.
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“You made the same mistake everyone does when it comes to me. I’m not evil. Or good. Unfortunately for you… I’m just practical as hell.”
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tagging: lily ( @beautics )
location: around camp halfblood.
three laps around the perimeter of camp have him breaking a sweat, arm dragging across his forehead as he slows to a stop. he’s not the most active of people, prefers a nap to an honest workout, but when things get too loud in the cabin — running has always been a good way to clear his thoughts. this morning the cabin might have been quiet, but his thoughts were anything but. he’s bent down to tie his shoelaces, music blasting loudly through his headphones, so when he looks up and nearly smashes straight into lily it takes him off guard. “ jesus. ” hands reach out to steady her shoulders on impulse, pulse skittering slightly as he swallows hard. he’s not sure if this is an adrenaline rush, or good, old-fashioned, nerves. “ someone’s in a hurry. where’s the fire ? ”
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tagging: andromeda ( @andromedapresley )
location: canoe lake.
with the chill in the air and frost painting the grass, it’s hardly appropriate weather for canoeing. in fact, you could argue that he’d be better off squirrelled away somewhere inside under a thick duvet, or warming his hands by the fire. yet by his estimation, if it’s not so cold he can’t think straight, there’s no better time than the present. his canoe never hits the water however, not when he sees a familiar face coming around the bend. even now, so long separated from how he used to feel and how he currently feels, he can’t help but falter. his fingers fumble; they drop the side of the canoe he was holding, smacking hard against his toes as he curses. for fuck’s sake. “ you should consider wearing a bell. in case you’re trying to give people heart attacks. ” the words come out sharper than he might have intended, the throbbing in his foot a welcome distraction. “ if you’re here to shove me in again, give me a five minute warning so i can save my phone. ”
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tagging: ashley ( @ashflynns )
location: the strawberry fields.
the strawberry fields have always been appealing to nova. they’re quiet, or can be if there aren’t too many people wandering around, and after years of living in hermes cabin ... he has an undeniable fascination with stillness. he finds the sounds of his own breathing, drowning out everything else once his airpods get popped in, some of the most calming. maybe it’s a little self-centered, drowning out the world and focusing only on yourself and your music, but sue him — he likes it. he has a favorite spot too, where the sun and shade exist in tandem ( depending on how you stretch out ) and while it isn’t unheard of to see someone else around ... in this exact spot ? taking a nap ? he’s unfairly annoyed. “ hey. ” his toe pokes against the sole of her shoes, a hand coming up to shield his eyes from the sun. “ you’re in my spot. ” petulant, yes, but if you’re not willing to fight for the things you love, do you even love them ?
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tagging: finn ( @palcdintm )
location: the sword fighting arena.
“ look, i’ve got shit to do — let’s go again. ” today, unfortunately, they seem to be striking out. thankfully, no one’s almost lost an eye or anything but his favorite shirt will need to be stitched up when he gets back to the hades cabin. maybe it’s because it was lasagna day in the dining pavilion, and as a result they’re both moving a little slow, but he’s getting war flashbacks to their first sparring match. “ this time, try NOT to pull a henry VIII and stay away from my head. ”
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tagging: brooklyn ( @necrmnce )
location: the climbing wall.
his feet hit the ground with a thud. a hand reaches for the stopwatch around his neck, hitting the red button to stop it. “ my new best. ” his smile is triumphant, shrugging off his backpack to let it hit the ground with a thunk. “ with five pounds of rocks in my bag. ” it’s a flex, a show of hubris, but they’ve been competing for as long as he can remember. it’s not enough to just beat his own times, or hers, anymore. he needs to make it challenging. “ — but your time was still good. ” it’s said almost sickeningly sweet, a verbal equivalent to patting her on the head. “ so, good for you. ”
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DELIA.
❝ so have you like.. actually seen a monster before then? ❞ delia hadn’t herself, the day after her mother had claimed her, her father had gotten her all packed up and explained everything on the way to camp half blood. and she’d spent the last three months safe behind the camps border. honestly delia was thankful for that, her world had been flipped upside down well enough without having to face any monsters of myth.
❝ i think i’d just freeze up and be an easy meal. god- ❞ ( she still wasn’t quite used to the idea of there being many gods, not that she had been religious before. ) ❝ they don’t actually eat us do they?? ❞ there was something she wouldn’t be able to heal from.
“ only once before i got here. ” he saw a lot of things, some he’d even consider monstrous by nature, but nothing that wanted to cause him harm. maybe because they were constantly moving, or because his abilities manifested later in life. whatever the reason, it wasn’t until he started going out on quests that he started seeing monsters on the regular. “ my mother took us horseback riding when we were kids. whoever owned the stables had a pegasus. when i pointed it out, no one could see it but me. ” he shrugs, an amused lift to his lips. “ they called it an overactive imagination but we all know that’s not true. ” it wouldn’t be until years later that his mother finally told the truth about his godly parentage. long after his adoptive father had made like the roadrunner and skedaddled out of their lives.
“ not all monsters. ” he responds with a chuckle, shaking his head. he pauses momentarily to take a generous sip from his pocket flask, passing it over to her as he considers his answer. “ it’s like being a carnivore. not everyone eats meat, you have your vegetarians, but that doesn’t negate the fact that the majority of people do. ” for every good or neutral monster out there, there were probably dozens of bad ones. the same comparison could be made about people. “ there’s a reason we all go through weapons training. it’s N O T in preparation for the hunger games. ”
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ABEL.
fated for : open .
location : the forges .
each time abel walks into the forges empty handed , he comes out with bracelets lining each arm . maybe it’s the most efficient way to transport them back to the aphrodite cabin , or maybe it’s just his favourite way to not so subtly flex on his fellow demigods . �� oh , these old things ? ❜ he holds his arms out , letting the light hit the stones he’d painstakingly placed in a blistering hot corner of the forges while he was withering under the disapproving glares of hephaestus kids . ❛ they’re bespoke , or whatever . ❜ he notes with a massive grin on his face —- whether or not the other had asked .
like a raven, his eyes are immediately drawn to beautiful things. the shinier the better. where he and the birds differ, is that he feels no need to acquire them for himself. he’d consider himself more of a casual admirer, preferably from a distance, without the near-blinding glint that reflects off of one of the stones. he grimaces, a hand coming up to shield his eyes. “ good for them. ” he responds dryly, the kindjals in his hands a reminder of why he’s come to the forge. “ — if you’re done showing off, i could use some help. ” after five years, you think he’d be able to tell the difference between an aphrodite kid and a hephaestus kid but he’s not the best with names and faces. not when he doesn’t know someone very well — or at all.
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