#not really but theres a noose so just to be safe...

[margorutherford]

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Margo Rutherford

Eye Color: Amber

Hair: Reddish Brown

Height: 5′0″

Clothing Style: Revealing clothing to display her scars, but very Witchy and loose. Boho, almost.

Best Physical Feature: “I’m quite proud of my body, scars, stretchmarks and all. Its my vessel, it carries my stories well.”

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: "The Ocean. Ohoho, you think its so nice and peaceful don’t you? Sitting on the beach dreaming of getting out there? WRONG - Its full of dangers untold. Monsters, and Starbitches, and Tiny things that prick you and can kill you. And don’t get me started on suckers. ...And cielings. I hate buildings. I prefer an open sky. ....And cages. And loss. So what if I have alot of fears?”

Your Guilty Pleasure: “I rarely indulge in the finer things. I have no need for it, and so I reject it.... But... Sometimes, especially during my pregnancy with River, I’d have my husband sneaking to town to buy me boxes of caramels and chocolates.”

Your Biggest Pet Peeve: “Gilnean Druids. What the fuck? You are Gilnean so you come as a Witch, not a Druid. To become a Druid you have to reject and throw away your history as a Witch, and follow the Cenarion Circle blindly. To abandon your culture so quickly -- Tis one of my greatest pet peeves.” ((Margo’s thoughts, not the writer’s thoughts))

Your Ambition for the Future: "I want to raise an extremely large family of talented, intelligent, and compassionate Witches. I wish to bring back the Harvest Witch culture and share it with the World.”

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: “I begin with making a list for the day, starting with taking care of my youngest two. Getting them fed and changed for the day is the most important start, followed by getting the eldest two dressed and washed up. Then I can start breakfast. I’m a mother! I tend to my family. We have quite a bit of property, with quite a bit of things to do!” She laughed brightly.

What You Think About the Most:  “It depends on the day, but most of my thoughts I would say are dedicated to my children.”

What You Think About Before Bed: “Again, I start making a list. Lists... Help. They sort my mind better than anything else.”

You Think Your Best Quality Is: "My Kindness. I want to help anyone and everyone. My husband thinks its a dangerous flaw... But I’m still alive after this time, yes?”

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: "Well... Tough question for me, considering I’m not only with my husband but with two others, Norah and Wade. I suppose a balance is needed, some alone time with my Husband, and then group time with my other loves.” She blinked a few times, before nodding surely. “Boooooooth?” Margo smirked

To be Loved or Respected: "...Respect. I know that sounds harsh, but I’ve been deeply and passionately loved by someone who could not respect my thoughts, my words, or my time. I made the decision to leave, and found myself happier even without his love.”

Beauty or Brains: “Brains, of course.”

Dogs or Cats: "I love all animals. I’d have a pet crocolisk if Laszlo would let me. But I have a special bond with the pup my husband bought me as a gift. So I suppose Dogs -- just don’t tell my cats Finneas and Pancake.”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: “I will always keep my word to you-- But yes. Occasionally to others I may lie. But I’m terribly dreadful at lying, anyone can tell. Laszlo teases me of all my ‘tells’.”

Believe in Yourself: "Absolutely.”

Believe in Love: "Without a doubt.”

Want Someone: "My Laszlo.”

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: "Not particularly. But I have presented about Harvest Witch culture before to groups.”

Done Drugs: “Depends on what you consider a drug, but yes. Plenty.”

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: "When I’m to Drustvar, or any cities or towns in Boralus I tend to dress like the common folk. The same with my daughters. Although we’re merely Harvest Witches, I’d be afraid we’d be hung up in nooses for all the bones and furs we wear.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: "A deeper red. Also, green.”

Favorite Animal: "Theres no way  I could possibly decide that... I love them all in different ways...” She tapped on her lower lip with her index in thought for a few seconds before she said, “The Lynx.”

Favorite Game: "I set my girls up with parchments almost every day as part of their education. A description of reagants I want them to find in the area around our home. Daffodils, clovers, apples, certain varieties of mushrooms. I know they’re all there, but its almost like a ‘Seeking’ game. I love them, and the girls do too. To be perceptive and still enough to find the smallest details is always fun.”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: "April 30th.”

How Old Will You Be: “Twenty... Six? Twenty five? I don’t know.”  

Age You Lost Your Virginity: “Quite young. To be honest it wasn’t such a big deal at the time. I think in heinsight I would have scolded myself more. But it was with people I trust so... I look back to those years fondly.”

Does Age Matter: “No, consent is what matters.”

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: “Kindness, humorous, compassionate, and willing to know and understand I am entirely free in every way. Someone who will never attempt to snuff out who I am.”

Best Eye Color: “Pale Silver”

Best Hair Color: “Ashen blonde.”

Best thing to do with a Partner:  The Witch suddenly laughed, shaking her head. “Really! Must I even say?! No, surely you know the best thing to do with a Partner... Beyond hiking”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: "My Family.”

I feel: “Finally comfortable and safe.”

I hide: “I cannot read or write very well. I’ve practiced over the years but most of our culture was by word of mouth... I had no reason to learn writing, and quite frankly rejected it.”

I miss: “My friends and family I have lost over the years.”

I wish: "For my children to grow into wonderful, happy people.” @goldsworn​

#character ask #margorutherford #laszlogoldsworn

[noodlecupcakeswritings]

Now or Never - Chapter 5 (A NeganxRoxy fic)

The Saviours are about to go to war with Alexandria and tensions are high. Negan wants what’s best for his people but wants as little casualties as possible but it almost seems impossible. Roxy is struggling to admit her feelings to Negan not wanting to make the situation worse and give him more to worry about. Will there be a good outcome for both of them?

This is the third and final instalment in the canon NeganxRoxy series.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Language, Gore, Suicide (dont read if it triggers you), Drinking

Chapter 5

Roxy’s P.O.V

Negan and I had barely slept last night because we were both trying to come up with a plan to lead the walkers away from this place. And we'd done that downstairs by the main entrance, we wanted to make sure it was reinforced. If anything had come inside, we would have dealt with it. Negan felt mostly responsible for this situation, these people inside depended on him to keep them safe and alive. I wanted to take some of that burden from him. Rationing had come into effect and I'd made sure I was doing my part with that too. I'd only eaten a granola bar the whole day. And the lack of food and sleep was already taking a toll on me, I had a headache that I was doing my best to ignore. It’s times like these I missed coffee.

Negan placed his hand on my shoulder in a comforting manner. I smiled softly, kissing the back of his hand. “You need to get some sleep,” he spoke. “I’m okay.” “Baby girl your running on fumes. Just take a few hours to rest. I can hold the fort for that time.” “You need sleep as much as I do. So perhaps you should nap with me.” “As much as I would like too, I can't. This was a round the clock job before shit hit the fan.” “And what use will you be to these people when your too tired to defend them?” Negan recoiled as if I’d bitten him. I hadnt meant what I’d said to come across so bitchy. “You’re a bit of a bitch when you don’t get any sleep,” he spoke. “But I’m right.”

“Yeah. We’ll take it in shifts. Will that get you off my back?” My shoulders slumped, I hadnt meant to make him feel like that. Now I really felt awful. Perhaps we both got cranky with a lack of sleep and food. Negan sighed, knowing he shouldn’t have snapped at me. “Looks like I turn into an ass too,” he explained. “I get it, theres a lot of pressure on you at the moment. If me taking a nap will give you less to worry about, then I’ll go and take a nap.” “Your one of the best when it comes to taking out walkers, I need you sharp.” “Yes sir,” I said with a wink. This got him to smile. I kissed his cheek before heading upstairs towards our room. I passed the wives living space on the way, debating whether or not I should check up on them. I continued past the door, I would after my nap. Before I could turn the corner, I heard screaming.

I spun on my heel, bolting to the door. I burst in finding none of the wives in the living room area. Had someone come in that wasn’t allowed entry? A walker couldn’t have gotten in, that was impossible. I found the wives in the hallway, outside one of the bedrooms. Sabrina, Frankie and Grace were unharmed. They were comforting one another. That’s when I realized Amber wasn’t with them. My blood ran cold as horrible situations ran through my head. Frankie glanced at me and pulled the other two aside. “Where’s Amber?” I asked, afraid of the answer. Grace choked on a sob, she was almost hysterical. Frankie was the one who seemed to have it together the most. “Frankie, I need you to take Sabrina and Grace into the lounge and then I need you to go and get Negan okay, he’s downstairs on the bottom floor,” I explained. Frankie nodded, kicking off her heels so she’d be able to move faster. She led the others away and I braced myself for what awaited me inside.

I opened the door, my free hand on the hilt of my machete. I didn’t want to know what was on the other side of that door but I had to protect the others. I pushed it open and felt my blood run cold at the sight before me. Amber was swaying slightly, with a noose tied around her neck. Her wrists had been slashed, deep red marks across her skin. There was blood across the room, two larger stains gathered on the white rug bellow her. She'd written ‘sorry’ in her blood across the mirror at her dressing table. It was a sight worthy of a horror movie. I even spied an empty bottle of pills and an empty wine bottle too. But what was worse, as if this wasn’t enough, Amber had turned. She was desperately reaching out to me, her groans weak and breathy. I didn’t know what to do, scream and cry or cut her down and put her to rest?

I didn’t realize how long I had stood there gawking until Negan made his presence known with a string of profanities. I turned to him, tears in my eyes. This would be the third wife he'd lost. “I’m sorry,” I managed. Negans expression was unreadable but I could only imagine what he was feeling right now. I knew he was blaming himself. I was blaming myself too, I felt somewhat responsible for this. That I should have done more to reassure Amber and make her feel safe. I should have gotten someone to keep an eye on her. “I need to cut her down,” Negan spoke. He up righted the knocked over stool by her dangling feet before climbing it. Amber attempted to turn to grab him but she couldn’t swing herself round. Negan took out a small knife and drove it through Ambers temple, killing her instantly.

I wrapped my arms around her waist as Negan began cutting the rope. The more rope that gave, the more of her weight I took. I wasn’t going to let her just drop as if she didn’t matter. I let her body down gently, laying her on the floor. As if the walker’s situation couldn’t get any worse outside, now we had a body on our hands. Whilst we wanted to give her a proper burial, we wouldn’t be able too until the walkers were gone. I felt useless, frustrated that I hadn't found a way to get us out of this situation by now. None of this would have happened if we’d just fucking killed Rick and his group in the first place. Amber would still be here, as well as Sherry and countless of others. Negan would be sleeping fucking peacefully at night without any added worry. Any anger I had felt before was now explicitly directed at Alexandria. I forced myself to my feet and headed to the bathroom. I wet a cloth and stormed back into the bedroom, beginning to clean the bloodied mirror. “You don’t need to do that,” Negan spoke. “I need to do something.”

Negan took the towel from me, using it to cover the weapons of Ambers destruction on her dressing table. “The sooner we get out of here the better,” I grumbled. “Why so you can go around to Rick's place and get yourself killed?” “Someone's gotta take him out, he deserves it after how many we’ve lost.” “Your letting your anger do the talking.” “It’s either that or I blame myself for not doing more to make Amber feel safe!” Negan placed his hands on my shoulders, clearly unhappy with my statement. I avoided his gaze, knowing it would just piss me off more and the last thing I needed to do was take this out on him. “That’s not on you, Ambers on me. That’s all my fault. It was my job to protect her and make her feel safe, not yours,” Negan explained.

I shook my head; she came to me almost hysterical when Negan had been outside. I should have done more; I should have at least put someone on guard duty to make her feel safer. “I should have come here sooner, I could have done something,” I insisted. “And then if something had happened downstairs you would have beaten yourself up for not being there. You can’t save everyone baby girl.” “It’s not fair,” my voice wavered as I struggled to fight back tears. Negan pulled me into a tight hug, stroking my hair, “I know, none of this shit is ever fair.” We stayed like this for a while, offering comfort to each other. But we couldn’t stay like this forever, now we had more work to do. “I’ll go and make sure the others are okay, you want me to radio for someone to clean this up?” I asked. “No. I can do that. You’ve done more than you should have too.”

I headed out to the living room and made myself a drink. Frankie was doing her best to take Grace and Sabrina’s mind off the current situation, but it wasn’t going as well as she had planned. Grace was still sobbing into Sabrina’s shoulder whilst Sabrina was attempting to keep it together and offer comfort. I sat down opposite them, racking my brain for anything to say that would make this situation better. “Did she show any signs, last night?” I asked. “No. We would have done something otherwise,” Frankie insisted. I nodded, of course they would have. That was a stupid question. I downed my drink, placing the glass on the coffee table. “I don’t know what I can do to make this better,” I confessed. Sabrina reached over with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around Grace, placing it on my knee in a comforting manner. “There isn't anything, anybody could do. But it’s not anybody’s fault. We can’t be sitting around here blaming each other,” Sabrina spoke softly.

I didn’t know about that; I was finding it pretty easy to point the blame at Rick. “We all could have done more, hell one of us should have fucking checked on her last night,” Frankie snapped. “Like we could have done for Sherry?” I asked. Frankie avoided my gaze, keeping quiet now. She knew there was nothing any of us could have done to stop Amber killing herself and Sherry running away. Its times like this I wish Sherry were here, that I realized how much I missed her. She would know what to do, she’d know what to say to keep the girls calm. She would have held them all together, Amber would still be here. “We are getting out of here, I promise. I don’t care what it takes, I will get rid of those fuckers outside,” I spoke, “when I do, we can have a proper funeral for Amber. I want you to start thinking of a spot outside where we can bury her.”

The door opened and Simon and Dwight stepped inside looking a little uncomfortable. It’s not often another man got to step foot here and considering the circumstances it just made it worse. Simon offered me a sympathetic smile before following Dwight to the bedrooms. A little while later they carried out Ambers body that had been wrapped in bedsheets. I waited for Negan to follow them out, but he was still in Ambers room. I got up and refilled my drink before going to look for him. He stood with his back to me, looking out of her window. “Hey,” I spoke softly, “you okay?” “Oh you know me baby girl, I’ll be okay so long as you are.” “And what if I’m not okay.” “Then I guess we’re both fucked,” he chuckled. I managed a small giggle before my eyes filled with tears again. I took a deep breath to try and compose myself. I handed him the drink, which he too downed. I laced my fingers with his, squeezing his hand. So long as we had each other and this place, I knew that eventually things would be okay again.

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[chimericarchitect]

kurvakiousSexekutionoir 1

-- kurvakiousSexekutionoir [KS] began trolling talentedSalad [TS] at 20:56 --

[08:56] KS: heloo kiwi

[08:56] TS: Hey hey!! It's been a while, dude. :3

[08:56] TS: How's the doggo?

[08:56] KS: way too loong~

[08:57] KS: mooms gooood, still being a

[08:57] KS: bitkh~ ;)

[08:57] TS: SO like, where ARE you now?

[08:58] KS: uuuuummmmm the edge oof a foorest? its at a krooss sektioon oof water

[08:58] KS: yoou?

[08:59] TS: You get lost so easily. :/ As for me, I'm still in the same place. Prol'ly gonna have to move soon though.

[08:59] KS: ooh yeah? why this time?

[08:59] KS: and oo be fair i wanter aimlessly

[09:00] KS: wander*

[09:00] KS: too*

[09:00] KS: shut it

[09:00] TS: ^_^ Because it's not "SAFE"

[09:00] TS: You know the drill

[09:00] KS: yup i get ya

[09:01] KS: hoonestly with hoow kloose we are too the water im kinda woorried aboout seadwellers

[09:01] TS: I can never convince them that it's fine for us to stay in one place, so maybe if you send me your coordinates I can trick them into moving us closer together

[09:02] KS: dude, doo they knoow that i knoow?

[09:02] TS: Uhhhhhh

[09:02] TS: no

[09:02] TS: It's a secret

[09:02] KS: danger.

[09:03] TS: ;)

[09:03] KS: they might hurt me oor moom foor knoowing brootatoo

[09:03] KS: just leave. yoour a groown assed trooll

[09:03] TS: Look, I'll just pick the location without telling them WHY I wanna go there

[09:03] TS: They never need to know you exist

[09:03] KS: mmmmhmmmmmmmmmmmm

[09:04] KS: doo yoou feel the skeptikisim in my exeading amoount oof ms?

[09:04] TS: Yes, I feel it. The Mm's leak into my very core, staining me in an expression of doubt and deliciousness

[09:05] TS: Just gimme the coordinayes

[09:05] KS: kinky~ yeah oone sek

[09:05] KS: {koooordinates SENT}

[09:06] TS: {coordinates RECEIVED}

[09:06] TS: Hey, thanks

[09:06] KS: ill make sure moom doosnt eat yoou

[09:06] KS: aktully shell think its gooood that im getting pakk mates

[09:07] TS: Hopefully I'll be seeing you in the near future. THEN we can worry about your mom eating me

[09:07] KS: i mean its soomething too prewarn aboout

[09:08] KS: ya knoow?

[09:08] TS: Hey, quick question... Is it grassy there?

[09:08] KS: ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooHHHHHHHHHHHH yeah

[09:08] KS: alergies?

[09:08] TS: I dunno. No?

[09:09] KS: then why ask aboout gras?

[09:09] KS: grass

[09:09] KS: gy j5trw4

[09:09] TS: This cross-section of water... Is it a river or a lake?

[09:09] KS: its woooods oon edge oof sea. theres a lake kloose by

[09:10] KS: oone sek ive goot soomoone litatally stinkking there noose oon my skrean

[09:11] TS: oh geez.

[09:11] TS: Hi mom.

[09:11] KS: she likks the skrean when ever she sees yoour writing

[09:11] KS: kooloor bling my left boottoom moost grub foooot

[09:11] TS: What

[09:12] KS: kooloor blind*

[09:12] KS: she likes yoou

[09:12] KS: i think

[09:12] TS: What X2 combo

[09:12] KS: ... when we talk

[09:12] TS: I don't see what that has to do with grub fet

[09:13] KS: she kisses the koomputer

[09:13] TS: How does that have ANYTHING to do with your grub feet??

[09:14] KS: ... yoouve never heard that expressioon?!

[09:14] TS: What's the expression that I'm apparently missing?

[09:14] KS: my left foooot just moore indepth

[09:14] KS: its like

[09:15] KS: thing is tootaly real!

[09:15] KS: bull shit aka my left foooot

[09:15] TS: Oh wait. I think I get it now.

[09:15] KS: i just went krazy with it

[09:15] TS: Okay. So your doggo mom can see color. THAT is your point.

[09:15] KS: yes

[09:16] KS: gooood joob

[09:16] KS: yoou did it

[09:16] KS: im soo prooud

[09:16] TS: eat my shorts

[09:17] TS: Irakit

[09:17] TS: Why do you roam?

[09:17] KS: woodoont yoou wear kakies?

[09:17] KS: bekause im a loow blooood and id like too live?

[09:18] KS: i doont knoow what yoou mean?

[09:18] KS: why doo yoou

[09:18] TS: I wouldn't roam if I had the choice. :/

[09:19] KS: wait why is that saness

[09:19] KS: why stay still?

[09:19] TS: It would be nice to be able to sit still and make some IRL friends

[09:19] TS: We could hang out

[09:19] TS: Find a favorite spot

[09:19] KS: ...

[09:19] TS: Like a picnic

[09:20] TS: sorry

[09:20] TS: That's dumb

[09:20] KS: noow im goonna have too likk yoou foor being kute

[09:20] TS: Crikey

[09:20] KS: noope its sweet

[09:20] KS: tootaly dangeroous and woould happen after the doown fall oof skookiety

[09:21] KS: but super sweet, and kute

[09:21] TS: I mean, it'd be cool if we didn't have to usurp society in order to go to a cafe or something

[09:21] TS: I'd like to meet people

[09:21] KS: thats true...

[09:22] KS: id like too like meat peoople and noot have too run foor my shit

[09:23] TS: Do you even talk to anyone else besides me?

[09:23] KS: woolf moom koount?

[09:24] TS: No. Trolls only.

[09:24] KS: ... i toold ooff a seadweller a while bakk...

[09:24] KS: soo...

[09:24] KS: noo

[09:24] TS: WHoa, you did WHAT??

[09:24] TS: Are you ok???

[09:25] TS: Don't go getting killed on me!!

[09:25] KS: im fine it was like... a sweep agoo.

[09:25] TS: You never told me about that. :/ What happened?

[09:26] KS: he shoowed up trying too shoooot moom. i snarked at him and we fukkin booooked it.

[09:26] TS: A kid?

[09:26] KS: yeah like... 4 oor 5

[09:27] TS: Wow, a young one. No wonder you got away.

[09:28] KS: koold assed doog noose in my spine!!!!!

[09:28] KS: yeah noo kidding

[09:28] TS: It's amazing that you can type while being assaulted by barkbeast snout

[09:28] KS: didnt help that we was in the air and we were in the woooods

[09:28] TS: That probably made his job hard, yeah

[09:29] KS: definetly

[09:29] TS: At least hi didn't follow you

[09:29] KS: alsoo thank yoou foor the koompliment too my skills

[09:30] KS: if he had it woould have been bad

[09:30] KS: foor him

[09:30] TS: You're welcome? But maybe chill with the ego.

[09:30] TS: He PURPOSEFULLY tried to take on your lusus

[09:30] KS: meh, egoo keeps me brethoo

[09:30] TS: *eyebrow*

[09:30] KS: true. whikh means hes fukking stupid

[09:31] KS: *eyebroow waggle*

[09:31] KS: uhuhr9tj-0aet7897t5w5

[09:31] TS: *sighs* Dude.

[09:32] KS: im kareful. im oonly a tootaly booisterooid dikk oonline

[09:32] KS: with yoou

[09:32] KS: kause i have noooone else too loove me

[09:33] KS: if it boothers yoou soo mukh

[09:33] KS: i shall kease too egoo

[09:33] KS: will that please yoou?

[09:35] TS: Ho boy. That took me a minute to translate. Your spelling is atrocious.

[09:35] KS: its my quirk

[09:36] TS: Okay, okay. Just don't be all sad at me okay? I'm not exactly popular, so I don't wanna get rid of you either.

[09:36] KS: oor are yoou talking aboout booiseroois

[09:36] TS: Boisterous? You mean boisterous.

[09:36] KS: yaaaaayyyyy

[09:37] KS: *floops oover* afektioon has been granted

[09:38] TS: You are a loser.

[09:38] TS: :)

[09:38] KS: yoou too~ ;)

[09:39] TS: What are your plans now?

[09:40] KS: i have too fight too keep moom ff the koomputer. perhapse set up soome sikk rooleplay shiz~

[09:40] KS: and doodge droones

[09:42] TS: Drones? Way out there?

[09:45] KS: noot rekently but we may be mooving soooon AFTER YOOU GET HERE

[09:45] KS: moom hit the kaps

[09:45] KS: bus doog

[09:45] TS: You plan on moving again when I get there? :T

[09:46] KS: with yoou oof koourse

[09:46] KS: but yeah, im a little oold too be oon planet

[09:46] KS: i mean im almoost 10

[09:47] TS: Oh shit. Really? :o

[09:47] TS: U OLD

[09:47] KS: yup. yeah yeah yoou little shit hoow oold are yoou again?

[09:47] KS: 9

[09:47] KS: u shit

[09:48] TS: Yeah, well

[09:48] TS: Being deported is the least of my wories

[09:48] TS: *worries

[09:48] KS: being murthered is higher id imagine

[09:48] TS: Murthered?

[09:49] KS: like murdered mut meme

[09:49] KS: well it was a meme when i was like 6

[09:49] KS: good were oold

[09:49] KS: *gooood

[09:50] TS: Yeah, I have NO idea what you're talking about dude

[09:51] KS: its gooood too be oold

[09:51] KS: we kan pass oour shit too yoounger troolls

[09:51] KS: alsoo noot mut but

[09:52] TS: I literally have nothing worth passing on

[09:52] KS: i type fast

[09:52] KS: well theres yoour genes ;D

[09:52] TS: No. Do YOU have something worth passing on?

[09:53] KS: ... noope. looooks like ill have too assist yoou in passing oon genes

[09:54] TS: Ew. Dude, you're starting to sound like Teivel.

[09:54] KS: they makking oon my girl

[09:55] TS: What? No. I don't think he's serious.

[09:55] KS: gooood

[09:55] TS: He's kust a filthy memer like me

[09:55] KS: btw yoou didnt disagree that yoou were my girl~

[09:55] KS: kust?

[09:56] TS: Cust?

[09:57] KS: yoou said kust

[09:57] TS: I meant "just"

[09:57] TS: sorry

[09:57] KS: its ookayyyy

[09:58] KS: whikh oone is teivel again?

[09:58] TS: The filthy memer with a corpse addiction. You know, I could give you their contact information... :)

[09:58] KS: the peakookk oone? oor the lizard oone

[09:59] TS: Lizard.

[09:59] KS: *shaking head vergeroously* noonoonoo noo need too invoolve moore peoople. espekialy a highblooood.... hed aktually have reasoon too turn me in

[10:00] TS: He hasn't turned me in.

[10:00] KS: btw i saw

[10:00] KS: hmmmm i dunnoo...

[10:00] KS: why hasnt he is my questioon

[10:01] KS: annnnyyyyywaaaayyyyy

[10:01] KS: i saw

[10:01] KS: i saw oolive gaurden

[10:01] TS: Oh

[10:01] TS: You like?

[10:01] KS: yoou are a memer

[10:01] TS: I just asked Krolio (the nice peacock boy) and he said I could give you his handle

[10:02] TS: ;)

[10:02] KS: WOOT

[10:02] KS: WHY

[10:02] TS: I'm giving them yours

[10:02] KS: PEOOPLE

[10:02] KS: OOH GOOG NOOT READY

[10:02] KS: DEATH

[10:02] TS: his is aestheticVirtuoso

[10:02] KS: I WILL DIE

[10:02] KS: DATH

[10:02] KS: DIE

[10:02] KS: DOOOOMMMMMMMMM

[10:02] KS: peoople....

[10:03] TS: You are so flashy

[10:03] TS: Take a breath, maybe?

[10:03] TS: It's online.

[10:03] TS: They can't hurt you, and Krolio is super nice

[10:03] KS: right... yeah... ookay..

[10:04] TS: You gonna message them, or should I tell them to initiate first contact with your own alien self?

[10:04] KS: ... but... i koould... try?

[10:05] TS: Go ahead

[10:07] KS: i inikiated koontakt

[10:07] KS: kinda

[10:07] TS: Hey, good on you! ^_^

[10:07] KS: ....

[10:07] KS: i said hi

[10:07] KS: i feel stupid.

[10:07] KS: OOH GOOG THEY RESPOONDED HELP

[10:08] TS: http://www.clker.com/cliparts/e/N/K/a/E/m/green-thumbs-up-hi.png

[10:08] TS: You can do it!!

[10:08] KS: hoo doo i poolite am i sooing it riht halp

[10:09] TS: Just shill out. Talk to him like he's me, maybe? :/ He's cool, I swear.

[10:09] KS: ... hoow oold is he?

[10:11] TS: I think he's 8

[10:11] TS: Hang on while I confirm

[10:11] KS: ... hes a baby

[10:11] TS: Yeah okay you crusty old bag of barkbeast dung

[10:12] KS: smool thing...

[10:12] TS: *rolls eyes*

[10:12] KS: ... were boonding oover the letter g

[10:13] TS: He's 8!

[10:13] KS: mkay

[10:13] TS: How can you bond over a letter you strange scrag?

[10:14] KS: yoour memes

[10:14] TS: THAT IS NOT SOMETHING TO BOND OVER YOU FURRY

[10:15] KS: furry?

[10:15] KS: serioously?

[10:15] KS: nerd

[10:15] TS: :P

[10:15] TS: I just told Krolio that I'm 9

[10:15] KS: what he say?

[10:16] TS: He started asking about why I didn't leave the planet...

[10:16] TS: But that's okay!!

[10:16] KS: ooh dear he doosnt knoow

[10:16] TS: I trust him. :3

[10:17] KS: dooes e knoow?

[10:18] TS: You mean about my situation?

[10:18] TS: No.

[10:18] KS: but if yoou trust him why noot?

[10:18] KS: yoou toold the blue lizard guy

[10:18] TS: It's never come up until now.

[10:18] TS: I didn't tell him!

[10:18] KS: oohhh

[10:18] KS: wait wut

[10:19] TS: I did NOT tell Teivel

[10:19] KS: then hoow?

[10:19] TS: He probably just makes jokes about it because of the color of my font

[10:19] TS: I bet he doesn't ACTUALLY know

[10:20] KS: .... right. noot like every trooll ever uses their blooood kooloor instead.

[10:20] TS: I can pass as Olive!!

[10:21] KS: ..............................................................................................................................................................

[10:21] TS: *squints*

[10:21] KS: doont get a kut, shoow yoour eyes, blush too hard, wear yoour symbool

[10:21] KS: what oother rules doo yoou have again?

[10:22] KS: koommmoon kiwi yoou knoow better

[10:22] TS: Shut up. You forgot that I'm not allowed outside at all, unless we're moving to a new location.

[10:23] KS: again. groown assed trooll

[10:24] KS: live with me in the woooods and say fukk em

[10:24] TS: Yeah, but we both know that I wouldn't last a second out there. :( There's no way I'd be able to keep up with you. Besides, they're all really nice to me here.

[10:25] TS: I wouldn't wanna hurt their feelings.

[10:26] TS: I owe them so much.

[10:26] TS: I would've been culled long ago if not for them.

[10:27] KS: i oouldnt leave yoou behind doooof...

[10:27] KS: ookay noot fukk em then

[10:27] KS: maybe just

[10:27] KS: i need too spread my wings and fly

[10:28] TS: Yeah. Maybe.

[10:28] KS: yoou knoow ill never leave yoou behind. never abandoon yoou

[10:29] KS: unless im dead

[10:29] TS: Tch. Nice.

[10:29] KS: and then ill haunt yoour ass and like stakk yoour khairs oor soomething

[10:29] TS: You're weird as ever, Irakit.

[10:30] KS: and yoour as dense as ever saness

[10:30] TS: Why you gotta insult me like this? >:P

[10:30] TS: You're a butt

[10:31] KS: *head pat* true

[10:32] TS: Hey, quick question... DO you usually cook your food?

[10:32] KS: its ookay noot too understand what im throowing doown

[10:32] KS: um yeah i doo. when i kan

[10:33] TS: How many times out of ten is it raw?

[10:34] KS: ....

[10:34] KS: 5

[10:34] TS: Yikes.

[10:34] KS: maybe 7

[10:34] TS: DOUBLE YIKES

[10:34] KS: id kooook moore foor yoou thoo

[10:35] KS: im used too it

[10:35] TS: XP

[10:35] KS: ???

[10:35] TS: You are cool and I like you, but ew.

[10:35] KS: what?

[10:35] TS: What do you eat, exactly?

[10:36] KS: antler beast. soometimes fish. depend oon what we katkh

[10:36] KS: friuts rare

[10:37] TS: Ever catch a lusus?

[10:37] KS: oonke. but it was woounded too moortality anyway.

[10:37] KS: im noo oorphaner ya knoow

[10:37] TS: ...ever eat a troll?

[10:38] KS: noot sinke i was like 2

[10:38] KS: that was my lusus

[10:38] TS: Your barkbeast is scary

[10:38] KS: shes sweet.

[10:39] TS: And murderous

[10:39] KS: noot any moore

[10:39] TS: Hm? That sounds... ominous.

[10:39] KS: eh

[10:40] TS: Is she okay?

[10:40] KS: yoou have sukh a sooft veiw... its nike

[10:41] KS: shes tootaly fine.

[10:41] TS: I'm not soft, I'm inexperienced.

[10:41] KS: im just noot a kannibal

[10:41] KS: its the same thing

[10:42] TS: No it's not. We don't know if I'm soft. I've never had to do anything dangerous.

[10:43] KS: kiwi its praktikall garenteed that a trooll will eat anoother trooll

[10:43] TS: I wonder if I have?

[10:43] KS: ever had grubskauke?

[10:43] TS: I don't know.

[10:43] KS: its noot too feed grubs

[10:44] TS: Yeah, I have no idea

[10:45] KS: ahhh i see...

[10:45] KS: well theres a khanke ya knoow?

[10:45] TS: Yeah, I suppose so.

[10:45] TS: BRB gotta barf

[10:46] KS: noo doont

[10:46] TS: *fake vomit sounds*

[10:46] KS: man oone oof these days ill tell yoou the tale oof the rainboowdrinkers

[10:48] TS: I know what rainbowdrinkers are. Are you referring to a specific story?

[10:48] KS: i mean what doo yoouthink they eat

[10:49] TS: Just blood. They don't have to KILL anyone.

[10:50] TS: They can

[10:50] TS: But they don't have to

[10:50] KS: isnt it alsoo like a weird sex thing? oor is that just bad roomank3 noovels

[10:50] TS: It... uh...

[10:50] TS: I'm not sure?

[10:51] KS: huh

[10:51] KS: yoou goonna ask?~~~~~~~~~~~~;D

[10:51] TS: Dude.

[10:51] TS: ...

[10:51] TS: ...

[10:51] TS: ...

[10:51] TS: Maybe.

[10:51] KS: yoour tempted!!!!! tesssss

[10:51] KS: yes

[10:51] KS: noot tes

[10:51] KS: wtf

[10:52] TS: I mean, I wanna know but it could be an awkward chat y'know?

[10:52] KS: anyway

[10:52] TS: yeha

[10:52] KS: yes thats true

[10:52] KS: i woould aprookh it ...

[10:52] KS: noot at all aktually bekause peoople skare the shit ooutta me

[10:52] KS: remember when we first me?

[10:53] KS: met*

[10:53] TS: What about it?

[10:53] KS: i loost trakk oof hoow ooften i kinda dik=sapeared oon yoou beakk then

[10:53] KS: we were soo yooung

[10:53] KS: soo full oof life

[10:54] TS: We're not THAT old, dipass

[10:54] KS: and free oof the kurioosity oof wheather oor noot blooood drinking was kinky

[10:54] KS: dipass

[10:54] KS: really

[10:54] KS: when did yoou sleep last?

[10:55] TS: Uhh... Yesterday...? I'm supposed to be getting ready for the move.

[10:55] KS: yeah i guess we shoould depart foor noow

[10:56] TS: Yeah, I guess.

[10:56] TS: You still talking to Krolio?

[10:56] KS: kinda? its awkward

[10:56] TS: What do you mean?

[10:56] KS: loong trails oof skilenke

[10:57] TS: On whose end?

[10:57] KS: yes

[10:58] TS: You could talk about your lusus

[10:59] TS: Or ask about his

[10:59] KS: we did. his steals keys. mine steals my fooood throough big eyes and whineing

[10:59] TS: Everything about your lusus is big

[11:00] TS: Talk abuot where you live. Apparently he lives in a forest too.

[11:00] KS: we aktually said gooood day

[11:01] TS: Oh, you're done talking now?

[11:02] KS: yeah. well with them foor noow... im.... bad at this

[11:02] TS: Don't sweat it!

[11:02] TS: Either way, it's good practice

[11:02] KS: true true

[11:02] TS: Even if things don't work out between you and Krolio, it'll still help you in the long run

[11:03] TS: I almost wonder if you'd be better off talking to Teivel

[11:03] KS: woork oout?

[11:03] KS: shipper

[11:03] TS: No

[11:03] KS: noo

[11:03] KS: ?

[11:03] TS: That's not what I meant!!

[11:03] KS: oohhhhhh

[11:03] TS: You could be FRIENDS you nerd

[11:03] KS: lool

[11:04] KS: yoour sukh a goooof when it koomes too peoople teaing yoou

[11:04] TS: A goof? Am not!

[11:04] KS: awwwwww are too and thats ook

[11:05] KS: are they khewing yoou oout?

[11:06] TS: Who? The Jade bloods?

[11:06] KS: yup

[11:07] TS: Uh, not yet...

[11:07] KS: ookay. gooood doont wanna get yoou skoolded

[11:08] KS: ill have too head in soooon. dawns aprookhing

[11:08] TS: Anyway, Teivel's contact information is gallionicTrickster if you feel like talking to him sometime.

[11:08] TS: I'll go too.

[11:08] TS: He's not usually online, but when he is he's... chatty

[11:08] KS: doont get burned!!!!

[11:08] KS: oohhhh

[11:08] KS: ooh dear

[11:08] KS: pk

[11:08] KS: ook*

[11:08] TS: I won't, you numpty

[11:09] TS: Can I give him your info?

[11:09] KS: ... sure

[11:09] TS: Okay, cool. I'll catch you later then?

[11:10] KS: yup katkh ya later dude

[11:10] KS: btw

[11:10] KS: yoou never denied yoou were my girl ;D

[11:10] TS: Holy shit

[11:11] TS: This? Now?

[11:11] TS: Go to sleep

[11:11] KS: have a gooood day sweet dreams~ byeeee

[11:11] TS: Bye

-- kurvakiousSexekutionoir [KS] gave up trolling talentedSalad [TS] at 23:11 --

@kurvakioussexekutionoir

#ooc #chat log #irakit minthy

[supernatural-rewatch-3]

Criss Angel is a Douchebag

So we start out with an old man playing card tricks in a bar as a younger magician gets his amusement out of ruining the man’s tricks. Jay, the old magician, goes with his friends to watch a young eccentric magician on the stage, rehearsing a show. He comments that they are a joke, that they are getting old and past they’re prime. He decides to do a trick called the Table of Death, despite his friends protests. That night he performs the trick and seems to die on the stage...only to appear perfectly healthy and safe. Meanwhile the asshole magician from the start falls dead in the street, his cause of death matching how Jay should have died.

Sam and Dean go to town to investigate. We learn Sam actually loved magicians, having hit a phase when he was 13. Dean is actually offended by it, since the real demons and witches will kill you. After getting a clue of a tarot card, Sam and Dean split up. Sam goes back to the motel room to do research while Dean goes to ask around. Vernon and Charlie decide to mess with Dean, telling him to go see a man called Chief. Dean does and is extremely uncomfortable with the situation, realizing they were messing with him.

Meanwhile Sam is approached by Ruby and we learn Lilith has already broken 34 seals. It is roughly around January now. The first seal was broken back in August and the next one in September. Lilith has been busy, braking quite a few in the last few months. As they’re conversation continues, we learn there is more going on that we don’t know about. We know Sam doesn’t really mind the sleeping with her, or the psychic part, put there is something he doesn't like and Ruby tells him tough.

Later Sam and Dean meet up and Dean confronts the magicians for the prank but they reveal they knew Dean was a fake. Dean and Sam lie to them, saying they are aspiring magicians and Charlie tells them to watch the show. Jay does the trick of the Executioner, that will hang him if he doesn't get free in 60 seconds. At first Dean isn’t really interested, but as the time goes he starts to get worried, realizing Jay isn’t going to make it. When the time run out and Jay drops, the curtains open and he is safe. Dean is excited, saying that was amazing but Sam comments it wasn’t humanly possible.

The next day Sam and Dean are researching Jay and talking about getting old. Sam asks Dean if he thinks they will still be hunters when they are sixty and Dean says he doesn’t, but that they will be dead for good. Sam scoffs at him and Dean asks if he wants to end up like Travis or Gordon. It’s interesting he chose those two examples, but I think they illustrate pretty well how a hunter goes down. Either they are finally taken out by a monster or they become something themselves and are forced to be taken out by another hunter. Either way, all Dean sees is it ending in death. We keep seeing over and over the difference in how the boys see the future. Sam thinks there is hope, using Bobby as an example to show not all hunters die and some can keep going and Dean sarcastically tells him ‘theres a picture of growing old with grace’ because Dean is much more pessimistic about the future. Sam sees a light at the end of it all, Dean just sees a dark tunnel with no exit. Then Sam proposes an interesting idea put in his mind earlier by Ruby. To cut the head off of the snake. Sam wonders if there is any way they can just end it all. This actually comes back in season seven where they are tying to close the gates of Hell, hoping that would protect the world from demons.

They split up again, Dean learning Jeb is dead.They learn both victims had issues with Jay and they attack him in his hotel room. Realizing that it isn’t him, they tie him up and talk about who it could be. However Jay gets free and calls the cops, having Sam and Dean arrested. That night Jay vents to Charlie about the incident and admits he was trying to kill himself the other night and has no idea how he escaped. Charlie convinces him that he is inspiring them, making them feel young again. Jay does the show...and Charlie is found dead.

Jay drops the charges against Sam and Dean....good thing too because if those cops processed them the boys and found who they were dealing with, they would probably be put UNDER the prison. They talk to Jay and Dean makes a comment about people doing surprising things when they get a taste of real magic, and Sam’s head actually snaps to the side to look at him. It’s an interesting reaction and it plays back into the conversation with Ruby earlier, where Ruby told him to admit that he likes how it makes him feel.

As Sam and Dean search Vernon’s room, Jay and Vernon talk. It seems like Vernon is their witch at first, insisting that Jay needs to keep going and that it is their shot to be relevant again. However we later learn that is just how Vernon is working through his grief at losing Charlie. Charlie reveals himself to be alive and that he wants them to be immortal with him. Vernon is quick to accept, but Jay is agaisnt it, asking what the price tag is on something like this. Sam and Dean then arrive and it’s clear they are there to stop Charlie.

Charlie drops a noose around Dean’s neck and hangs him. Sam tries to get him to let Dean go and instead he puts Sam on the table of death. Unable to watch these two young men die and do nothing, Jay steals Charlie’s cards and kills him, saving Sam and Dean.

The next night the boys go to see him, and what we see is a broken devastated man who has lost everything and only feels regret. He did the right thing. And the right thing came with such a huge price tag that he couldn’t bear it. He says he now must spend the rest of his life old and alone. Sam decides this isn’t the future he wants, so he goes to Ruby and gives in the the part he was denying this whole time, wanting to kill Lilith so he and Dean could have the chance at a normal life where they aren’t dealing with monsters all the time and they don’t have to face the options of doing this until they die.

#supernatural #criss angel is a douchebag #spn 4x12 #dean winchester #sam winchester

[elizabethnightingale4]

What Happened, After

She looked at him and he shared the look, a calculating look. Slowly she from the back of her ratty jeans she pulled a small pistol and held it by the barrel. "Okay." He looked at her confused for a moment before taking his other hand out from behind his back, holding the gun by the barrel and offering his hand. "Thanks." She shook his hand firmly and quickly. "Alright we have to find somewhere safe for the night. Also, there are three other children, I uh, have to grab them really quick-" "Wait, you have kids with you too?" He looked suprised, "I have two siblings with me too." She smiled slightly. "Alright then lets get these kids together now." She smiled. "Have them play for a bit." He grinned. "Sounds great." "Heh" She put her gun and her crude dagger away. "Alright," She turned to go back to the car they had locked themselves in. He watched her go before heading back to his siblings who looked scared. "Hey you two. We have some friends tonight, and some real food." His half starved siblings looked up at him with wide eyes. "Do you mean it?" His sister was holding her twins hand tight. Their tiny bodies were slowly wasting away from his inability to find food in the apocalypse. It was killing him. "Yes silly head. Of course I mean it. Lets go before they decide to leave us." "Are there little kids bubba?" "Yeah bro, and they want to play with you two, so lets go!" He finally got the two of them moving down the road. Cora wasn't sure about these people. The boy looked like he hadn't eaten in a long while, and hunger could make even the most loyal betray their friends. She sighed and knocked the SOS signal to her siblings. Her sister was obsessed with maritime disasters and had insisted they use it. "Hey you three, its safe now. We have some dinner company." "W-wh-what do you mean Sissy?" Kenny looked at her sister, her eyes wide. "Stop st-t-tuttering loud mouth." Meg was always upset with Kenny. "Don't fight. We have to be prepared for anything." "Yeah listen Meg. We have to be on our best behavior." "You're right Davey." She smiled at her brother and patted his head gently. "Alright guys, UP AND AT THEM!" She fake yelled, striking a pose. All three of her siblings rolled their eyes. The three filed out of the car. her brother toof her hand and the other two held hands walking next to her. "Sissy! There are little kids! A boy AND a girl!" Kenny was so excited she clapped her hands together. "Welcome back." He grinned. "Looks like have a mini army on your hands." She chuckled quietly; "Yeah, if they threw fits it'd be hard to handle." she sighed, "theres a town a few miles down the tracks." She points to a rusted railroad track. "We saw a sign a while back for it. I worried poachers might be residing there though because of all the graffiti and nooses on the trees." She trailed off, "but uh, I think its our best shot though. Its getting late and repers come out at night." "Yeah, okay, sounds like a plan. Lead the way General." He grinned again, gesturing for her to lead the way. "Why do I have to lead?" He shrugged, "Well, you seem the best prepared to lead." She glanced at him. "Are you calling me bossy?" He just laughed, "Careful Sugar, you might ruin that pretty face with all those wrinkles." "Already flirting huh?" She started moving ahead. "Heh, it got you to lead didn't it?" She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him a smile barely staying off her face. "You sneaky fucker." He just laughed. "To answer your question though, I wasn't flirting. I'm not really into magenta heads." She laughed now, starting to walk again. "Yeah, when ever we find a hair place I take a new color. Wait for the new one to fade then change it." "What for?" She just shrugged, "Just something I did before the End, and I can't find my regular color any more." He picked up his sister and put her on his shoulders. "What was your 'regular' color?" "I've forgotten what the word for it was but it was like.. Okay it was like a dark purple that faded into a pink at the ends-" "Ombre" "Thats it!" She shifted her giant backpack and moved her duffle bag to her back. "How'd you know that?" "Oh, my girlfriend did that too, just with red and black." "Heh, yeah it was pretty popular before the End." She watched her sisters balance on the rails next to her. "Remember to watch out for traps you two." They replied together, "Yes sissy." "You know its been years since we met someone who wasn't insane." The girl grinned. "I'm sorry, you must be mistaken. We are all mad here. Some of us just hide it better than others." He was quiet, "Damn you were a nerd weren't you?" She snorted, "Didn't you see my shirt?" Shrek is Love-" "Shrek is Life. Someone had a tumblr." "Yeah I did." The children were walking a little further up the tracks, even though no trains had run since the power had shut off, it was never safe to wander too far from one another. She called them back over. "Who was your favorite band?" She laughed a the question, "Well?" "Sorry it's just weird being asked such normal questions after so long. It was probably the Beatles or maybe the Barenaked Ladies. Although I do carry a fondness for any sort of musical." "Oh?" "Yeah, I wanted to be a stage performer before the End." She shrugged, "musical theater and band were my beat yo." "Oh god never say that again." "What you got a problem man?" "Dude don't talk like you're from the sixties either." "Damn son, there is no pleasing you." She grinned "Damn straight." She laughed and took out a water bottle and drank from it. "You know, winter is hot on our heels. My siblings and I are headed down south to stay away from the cold." "Florida's supposed to be like super dangerous." "I was thinking of going to Louisiana. They still have some sort of state there, everyones cool and chillax." He was silent for a while and they walked on in silence for a few yards. "I thought you'd be smarter than to believe in fairy tales." "You have to believe in something otherwise you lose hope an hope is like super important... man." "Pffftt" he looked down and sighed, "Hope is an illusion. We created it to get away from the bad shit in the world." "Wow thats depressing... yo." "Quit it." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "So uh, can I carry one of your bags or something? I feel bad letting you do all the work." She snickered "And who said chivalry was dead?" "Uh some guy?" She smiled, "Oh gods bro, you can barely hold you siblings, let alone a bag full of shit." "Yeah sorry, I was just trying to help." "Yeah I know." The two passed the next hour in silence listening to the children laughing and running around. A roar was heard over head as a Canadian plane dropped supplies to an unknown group of people who would soon be dead now. Cora whistled and her siblings came running back to her followed by Ashton. "To the trees. Now. No talking, no rough housing, and be very careful." They nodded and followed her over to the wooded area next to the tracks. "Hey what are you doing?" His siblings followed the other children into the woods. "Get off the tracks before you get us all killed." An echo sounded from a not too far away yell."We're gonna eat great tonight."The boy stumbled and Cora yanked him into their spot as from around the far bend came a large crowd of poachers, hooping and hollering. "Yo, Grait!" A scout picked up the water bottle Cora had dropped and handed it over, "It was still spilling out." The one who took the bottle looked to the woods. "Shit" She whispered pulling the kids behind her and hiding them behind a rocky outcropping, dropping the bags beside them. She took out her dagger as the man with dried blood across his face shouted, "Shut up! We aren't alone." The whole group fell silent and Cora looked at her new friend and gestured for him to watch the kids as she moved closer again, watching them through the dense brush. "WHos there? Come out. We won't bite, hard." He grinned, the rotting flesh sewn into his cloths caught her nose and she gagged, covering her nose with her hand, trying to keep from making noise. "Aw are you a she?" Cora quietly tried to size the group up. There were almost thirty grown men, a handful of younger guys and one female. Her neck had a chain attached to a lease, one of the men held it. "Oh we won't hurt you if your of the fairer sex. Come on out." The silence that followed was only broken by a few bird calls. "Go in after her." He ordered, lighting a cigerette and looking away. A few of the men walked into the woods as Cora scaled a spruce tree to keep hidden. "Grait, I think shes long gone. Theres nothing but birds out here." Everyone groaned and made general angry remarks. Such as "This ones getting worn out and refuses to eat." and "we wasted all that time." The party slowly made its way down the tracks and out of sight. Cora waited about ten more minutes to move back down from her tree. "I'm glad there weren't many girls." He looked shaken "She didn't. She didn't have any teeth." He looked horrified as Cora went over and patted the kids heads and grabbed the bags, "Yes. She must have put up quite a fight to be in such a tortured state." "You say that like its nothing!" "I've seen worse-Whats your name?" They looked at each other for a moment. In the past few hours they had talked about a lot of different topics but they never asked each other their names. "It's, it's Steven, I'm 16." She smiled, "I'm Cora, I'm 16 too. Its good to meet you. She walked to the tracks. "We have to keep going and get to the town. "How did you know they were coming before they made noise?" "You haven't been near the north in a long time have you?" "No?" "The Canadians think that they're helping or at least I hope they do, but the air buckets bring little kids and the weak. It makes for easy pickings for the poachers." She sighed going forward on the tracks "And poachers rarely keep others around for long." "Are you saying-" "Animals are too fast for them to catch, the dependents of animals however, such as long pig." She had this look of hate and pain filling her face. "I had another sister once. She was eight when they caught her and I had to choose between abandoning my other siblings, giving away their hiding spot, or letting her die alone. The last bullet I had stopped her from experiencing what the chained woman felt." They were both silent for a while. "I love my siblings more than life." She trailed off again, continuing to walk. "I just.. I keep my eyes and ears open. I watch and remember everything I can. The tracks are a path probably right to the drop off. We knew there were poachers in the area. even if they hadn't come its safer to hide for a while after an air drop." he was quiet for a while. "I wish I'd been able to be a kid for longer." The girl nodded in agreement. "I don't think she'd blame.." He trailed off again and took a bag, patting her back. "Lets go find somewhere to rest for the night?" She smiled, "Thanks, yeah lets find somewhere."

#idk #i just wanted to write.. #its not that good but *shrug*