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me and the night. well-fed. no kids. no friends. just the night.


White curtains shifted loosely as a slight wind stirred them, dark blue eyes staring at them listlessly. Rosie laid lazily with subdued contentment naked under a cooling sheet, her exposed pale skin almost luminescent in the dim light. A tan muscular and masculine arm was curled over her waist, fingers trailing lightly over the unique tattoo that was blazoned in ink across her abdomen, metal glinting in her navel. She slid out from under the sheet and out of the sleeping man's reach. She grabbed her clothes, and tugged them on; her blond curls falling over her eyes as she shimmied into her jeans. Smoothing her hands down over her wrinkled shirt, she snatched up her black newsboy hat and tugging onto her head.

She glanced back once at the curled figure in the bed before striding over to the open window and slinging her legs over the side, crawling outside. Unhesitatingly, she leaped down onto the ground, her long legs bending easily against the impact as her boots hit the dirt. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pursing her lips around one and drawing it out before lighting it; she inhaled the smoke, than blew out a cloud. She walked forward languidly, a small smile curling on her full lips as she headed back into town.



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me and the night. well-fed. no kids. no friends. just the night.


White curtains shifted loosely as a slight wind stirred them, dark blue eyes staring at them listlessly. Rosie laid lazily with subdued contentment naked under a cooling sheet, her exposed pale skin almost luminescent in the dim light. A tan muscular and masculine arm was curled over her waist, fingers trailing lightly over the unique tattoo that was blazoned in ink across her abdomen, metal glinting in her navel. She slid out from under the sheet and out of the sleeping man's reach. She grabbed her clothes, and tugged them on; her blond curls falling over her eyes as she shimmied into her jeans. Smoothing her hands down over her wrinkled shirt, she snatched up her black newsboy hat and tugging onto her head.

She glanced back once at the curled figure in the bed before striding over to the open window and slinging her legs over the side, crawling outside. Unhesitatingly, she leaped down onto the ground, her long legs bending easily against the impact as her boots hit the dirt. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pursing her lips around one and drawing it out before lighting it; she inhaled the smoke, than blew out a cloud. She walked forward languidly, a small smile curling on her full lips as she headed back into town.



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[ShutterByte]

Rosamund Terra Lestat

Basics

My Name is: Rosamund Terra Lestat
Who Am I?: Vampire
The best day of the year: November 2
They call me: Rosie ;; Rose ;; Terry
Count the candles: Fifty-two years young ;; Looks Twenty-two
Look down there: Female
They turn me on: Straight

Physical Features
Look at my locks: Honey blond
Look into my eyes: Dark blue
Am I taller or shorter: 5'11
I've been punctured: Both ears, navel, and bottom lip.
I've been inked: Ring tattoo Wrist tattoo Stomach tattoo

Who I am Behind the looks

A little bit about me:
Rosie is the eldest "sister" of the Lestat family. She was adopted a year after her oldest "brother" was born, thus is very close to him, though they are of no blood relation. She is a purebred vampire, but doesn't care, considering it's for power hungry vampires who want to marry her for higher status. When Rosie was young, she was a quiet child, never really calling attention to herself. her parents never paid her any mind and her only confident was her older brother, than they slowly drifted apart. It was when she was a teenager that she changed. She started to become more wild and uncontrollable; not caring about anyone or her own well-being. Her parents tried to stop her and put her back on the 'Right Track,' but she threatened to leave and they decided to let her be.

She is apt in several fighting styles, as well as very proficient in ballet, learning it when she was a child; though she has never left passed the little town, she strives to run away, unsure to where. For a while, she was in the goth scene, she now has more respect for the biker lifestyle, buying a Harley when she was able. It's one of her few belongings, lovingly taking care of it everyday. She's very graceful, and beautiful, though finds her tight muscles, calloused hands and arching brows the only thing that she loves. She wears mostly jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket.

Rosie has also started an affair with a married man in town, James Patrick, a small town lawyer, not really keeping it a secret from her family that she is. She tells herself it isn't serious, just a physical attraction, but she's starting to get emotional and is debating dropping the whole thing entirely, so as not to get clingy.

Hold up. Gimme:
Fresh blood
Running
Bars
Smoking
Misbehaving
Teasing
Hunting
Dogs
Loud Music
Her Brother
Fighting

Ew:
Starving
Sunlight
Infomercials
Lies
Being Wrong
Being Restrained

Shh they can't know:
She's been planning to run away from home for a
while and just needs a little push before she snaps,
and really does it.

My Puppeteer: ShutterByte

[ShutterByte]

Margaret ■ L ■ Aarons

❝Some people w o n d e r all their lives if they've made a d i f f e r e n c e. The M a r i n e s don't have that p r o b l e m. H o o - A h!❞




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n a m e ;
Lieutenant Colonel Margaret (Maggie) Aarons

g e n d e r ;
Female

s e x u a l i t y ;
Straight, but does it really matter.

a g e ;
28

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p e r s o n a l i t y ;
Direct, compassionate, optimistic, motivated, quick thinking/to action, silently aggressive, won't speak unless spoken to, will do what she needs to do to live, in control of her emotions, always moving forward. The world is so black and white her, that she tends to ignore the gray areas. Though with the way the world is going, she might have to change her mind. Her temper, while long suffering, when she hits her breaking point, is explosive and uninhibited. She doesn't take a lot of things to heart, straight forward, though not taking crap either, tending to walk away rather than let a fight ensue and suck her in. Especially since there are so few non-infected humans left, her killing them wouldn't help at all.

l i f e ' s Oa Ob i t c h ;
-Childhood: Born in Chechnya, Russia, she was quickly adopted and sent to the states to an older couple in in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Robert Aarons was a long time farmer of his own land and his wife, Sarah Aarons was a Librarian of the local county library. Both of them where devout Catholics, strict in their beliefs and disciplines; making Maggie the same way, every Sunday going to the tiny church that was thirty miles from their farm. Growing up, she went unnoticed by people except for her teachers who gave glowing reports of her straight A's, and dutiful study/work ethic. She never made many friends, instead devoted herself to looking at Marine pamphlets that she found at the library her mother worked at.

Her parents both died in a car accident when she was nineteen, leaving her on her own. Soon after, she sold the farm, joined the Marines and never looked back as she was trained to be one of the best. She followed commands easily, going up the ranks quickly until she had a enough clearance to be given her own team and trusted with national security matters. Her infiltration team was in New York when the first infection hit. She watched as several of her comrades died and is now on the run, on the look out for survivors in this dying and contaminated world, hoping for a better future.

-The Thick Of It All: Maggie and her unit had entered the New York Scientific Research and Distribution of Citizen's Health, a medical research facility that the government owned on [April 13, 2010 at 9:25 am]. A distress signal had gone off within the building and the entire building had been put on lock down.

Maggie and her unit had entered the area wearing full gear, armor, and gas masks as was procedure. She had sent two of her men to the research lab and she and two others headed to the Experimental room. She had been on her guard but all she had expected was a couple of scientists who had messed up a little experiment and accidentally hit the emergency alert button.

But she had been wrong, very, very wrong.

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She saw the blood first, bursting in front of her face like a fine mist. It hit her mask, coating the front of it, turning the world red. She quickly swiped at it with the back of her gloved hand as, Andrews, one of her men cried out, her heavy breathing a continuous echo in her ear. Blood poured from his throat as a snarling...thing chewed on his esophagus. Her other subordinate, Charles, was yelling, but she couldn't hear him over the comm link, only read his lips as he screamed for his dead comrade. Maggie shifted into military action, pulling out her sidearm and firing at the creature, hitting the side of it several times. It screeched and dropped Andrew's body, leaping backwards and disappearing down the hallway behind it.

Charles dropped next to Andrews, lifting him up to cradle against his chest. She could hear his whispered words over the comm link more clearly, her arm shaking as she let it drop to the side. She turned away from the scene before her, her mind working at hyper speed to try and figure out what just happened. She picked up a clip board, her eyes scanning over the typed information, trying to wrap her mind over what she was reading. She dropped the clip board in shock, ignoring the clatter as she searched the cluttered table, ignoring the beakers and test tubes. She lifted the only two medical infusion syringes from a rack and slipped them into an inner jacket pocket.

"C.O., I think there's something wrong here," she heard Charles say from the Comm as she turned back around, seeing him holding Andrews carefully, "I'm not getting a response from the other unit..AH?! HAAAAAUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!"

Blood gurgled passed Charles' lips as he clutched his hands at where his throat use to be; Andrews' crawling up and onto Charles' jerking body, blood and flesh smeared on his mouth and chest. A bullet hit him square between the eyes before his gaping mouth reached Charles; his body slumping over. Charles reached a hand out, a look of painshockhorror crossed his face before a piece of heated metal hit his skull; blood and bone hit the adjoining wall.

Lieutenant Colonel Margaret Aaron's lowered her 9mm; reaching up her other hand and tore the bloodied gas mask from her face, clawing at it with almost petrified haste, letting it fall to the floor with a thump, revealing dark blue dazed, and vacant eyes.

What Hell had she stepped into?

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l o v e Oi t ;
● Normal quiet
● Matches and lighters; a girl's best friend
● The cold and snow
● Any military caliber weapon
● Moving vehicle, or even a bike
● Chocolate


c a n Ol i v e Ow i t h o u t Oi t ;
● The desert; hot summers; makes zombies stink worse
● Liquids; water, vomit, blood, etc
● Boomers, and Sirens
● Pessimists; people who give up
● The unknown future
● Rain
● Being touched in the face



m yOs t a s h ;
Weight on her back:
LaRue Tactical 16" rifle with optics
Remington 870 shotgun

At hand:
ATOM-S2-hammer

On her waist:
M9 Beretta 9mm Pistol

In her pockets:
M67 Hand Grenades (Fragmentation)
MK34 Hand Grenades (Incendiary)


o t h e r ;
She might know more about the virus and it's origins then she's willing to share. Still follows a code of conduct and honor drilled into her by the military. Like's a good smoke, and will be more pliant to another person's needs if given some cigarettes.


t h e m e O s o n g ;
Sweet - Ballroom Blitz
Frank Sinatra - L.O.V.E

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ShutterByte

[ShutterByte]

There are no impossible dreams. There are no invisible seams.
Each night when the day is through, I don't ask much.
I just want you.

xxxxxxxxxMaggie remembers the noxious smell before the wave of heaved bile hit the right side of her body through the busted whole in the door. She stopped herself from opening her mouth, to choke, to gag, to even breath. She stumbled back, clenching her jaw and dragging her dry sleeve over her mouth and nose, than gasping for air, even if it was partly punctuated with the spoiled, sulfuric, and erosive flatulence that permeated from the vomit. The digestive gall seeped through her jacket and shirt, burning as it touched her skin; a numbing sensation settled over her arm, making it hung limply at her side. She cursed lightly, her eyes already glazing over with lightheaded feeling, a reeling sensation rolling around in her head. She turned away from the dented and punctured door, looking around the room she was standing in, taking her options before hitting the bathroom door with her shoulder to open it and kicking it shut.

xxxxxxxxxShe scrambled forward, already hearing the monotony of beating fist on the other door; her knees hit the side of the bathtub before her fingers could find purchase on the slick siding. She managed to pull herself over the side, but her right leg gave out and she lurched over, hitting the cold, tiled walls. Hissing with pain, she reached out a shaking hand and jerked the hot water nob. The water that hit her felt like a sheet of frozen needles, her body immediately started shivering; her head bent as she let it fall over her body, staring down and watching the greenish, yellow gunk swirl at her feet, than down the drain. A little voice in her head whispered something about no one at the water companies,...no one living that is, before she tuned out it out. She lifted her head and let the cold water hit her face; feeling more awake and virile than she had in....She couldn't remember when.....She coughed and spat out water and god knows what else.

xxxxxxxxx"Fuck..."

xxxxxxxxxA defined bang startled her out of her thoughts before a myriad of blows rained down on the bathroom door, making her heart beat a ramble against her chest. She reached forward and twisted the water off; taking a clean breath, her lashes fluttering lightly down on her pale cheek before she violently spun her elbow around, shattering the small window above the tub; glass littered down at her feet. She pulled her sleeves up over the palms of her hands, gripping the framework and slidingwiggling out the window. She held fast to the windowpane, her legs swinging out below her; her hung her head, peering down at the far ground below. Mentally calculating if the fall would save or harm her, the splintering then thud of wood decided for her and she let go. Just before she hit the ground, she kicked at the side of the house, sending her falling at an angle. She hit, than skidded on the ground, ending up going heels over a** and rolling up on the balls of her feet. She shook her head and backed up quickly; just as a body hit the place where she had been. She pulled out a pistol in her left hand, her right still numb, the tingling sharp pain feeling having not settled in yet. She shot it in the head before it stood, and caught the other one in it's temple before it could crawl out the tiny window. Graying arms and cracked fingers pushed, clawed, and squirmed around the stuck body, trying to shove it out of the way.

xxxxxxxxxMaggie turned and ran, seeing and taking the opportunity that was presented to her. Her muscles ached with use, her legs lifting and pumping, propelling her forward with an unsteady gait; her right leg dragging slightly when it hit the snow covered pavement. A cold of steam billowed in front of her mouth, her teeth chattering slightly. She slowed at the street corner, jogging the last bit before going to the first car she had seen in a while and pulling out a long, thin piece of metal, a police Slim Jim. She slid it into the small gap between the window and the door siding; jiggling it around before yanking and hearing the satisfying shift of Locked to Unlocked. She jerked the door open and slid in on her knees, leaning over the seat; checking the backseat and the floors. She remembered the last time she had been so careless..... She shook her head, shut the car door and slunk down in the driver's seat. Reaching down between her legs, she ripped out the gaggle of wires with skill that wasn't legal, she touched two wires together. The engine sputtered, than rolled over, coming to life. She didn't really care if she was making to much noise right now, just wanting to get out of the area and not tire herself out running or freeze to death. It was an older Honda Accord model, just a basic white with several dents and a busted tail light. She chuckled at the random thought of a police officer pulling her over for that when the radio sputtered to life, playing a kid's sing-along-song.

xxxxxxxxxMaggie jabbed the on/off button with her thumb, emotion dropping from her face as quickly as it had been. Her hand slipped into one of her pockets and she pulled out a cigar; biting one of the ends off, she spat it out into the little car ashtray before lighting on end with a match and puffing on it with mild enthusiasm. She had found a box of the good stuff, "The Hemingway Classic's", when searching the upper east side of the city....It had been a ...quiet day, until she had gotten to the apartment complex. She settled the cigar at the side of her mouth and chewed on the bitter tobacco, putting the car in drive and pressing down hard on the gas pedal. The small vehicle pushed forward, and swerved around a corner. Though just as it passed the small concavity, a car seat was flung from the open window, cracking down harshly on cold pavement. The car never stopped.


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m y - p o c k e t s - w e r e - f i l l e d - u p - w i t h - g o l d
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me and the night. well-fed. no kids. no friends. just the night.


Rosie stared at her 'brother' lazily, taking in his cropped dark brown hair, his bright blue eyes, chiseled chin, high cheekbones with tempered awe. She knew that he was gorgeous, many of women who had seen him would agree with her. Most people would think she was sick for thinking things like that of her brother, but she had known for the longest time that she was adopted and her 'parents' never hesitated to throw it in her face in retaliation to her crazy antics. And damn it, if she didn't notice how he had grown up and looked good, very good.

She knew that if she had to choose, really had to make the decision of whom she have on her side, it wouldn't be Max. Not after all the bridges they had burned between them. No. Instinctively, she knew that James would have her back, just like she had his. So, she wasn't surprised when he asked her how she was and would she run away.

She pursed her lips in thought, ignoring the first question and instead, jumping at the second one. She never told anyone about running away, though she used it as a threat many a times. Father and Mother kept her close by, trapped, almost like a the princess locked up in the highest tower. She surmised it was because so many of their children ventured into the world, only to come back already wanting to leave again. She nudged James gently in his stomach with her bare toes in retaliation for the poke before turning on her side to look at him fully, a soft smile curling the ends of her lips upwards as she laid her head down on the bed, a curl falling down over her eye.

"Dunno, where would you take me," she replied, insinuating that he would be the one to take her away. God knows, in some small part of her psyche, she was very scared of the big, bad world, and in a lot of ways, ignorant as a child of what goes on out there. Sex, drugs and fighting she knew. But there were worse things out there, a lot of unknowns.



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me and the night. well-fed. no kids. no friends. just the night.
C u r r e n t l y W e a r i n g


Rosie spread her fingers out from her palm, looking thoughtfully at the scalding burn on the back of her hand, sucking her lip ring into her mouth as James' fingertips brushed over it. She had to hold back a shiver, knowing that it wasn't because she was cold, she didn't get cold. She just burned. Her lips twisted upwards in a smile at his comment, and acknowledgment of liking sunlight, which she never told anyone she actually shared with him. Having only ever catching glimpses of it, she dared herself more and more every time it rose to just wait... Seeing the burning caress of light before she forced herself to pull away, each time getting harder to do, wanting to see, to see what this sunrise business was about. And maybe she didn't have much of a self-preservation defense, more suicidal than logical. Her breath caught in her throat at an up stroke of his thumb over her burn, breathlessly replying.

"Pain passes, seeing beauty is worth it," she murmured, wiggling her fingers to show that the burn did nothing really to effect her hand or it's movement. The excitement of leaving this place burned low in her stomach, a hidden fire she at more than one time or another had to quench by running to the edges of the boundaries, or buying a ticket, whether plane, train, or having a wad of money tied together with an old rubber band for a taxi ride before she could breath again, could even think. She was starting to get that feeling again, as if something was smothering her, grasping tight at her throat and squeezing. She didn't know if it was because of James, or of what he was offering her.

An escape, an out, a safe hand to hold as she took her first shaky steps out into the world. His consoling words seemed to settle her stomach, the press of his lips against her hair made her heart flutter. As he didn't move away instantly, she pressed her face closer to him, inhaling softly his scent before lifting her face to look into his bright eyes. Her dark ones were searching, for what she didn't know, but before she could figure it out, a tumultuous rumbling came from her hip, startling her attention away. She pulled away and wiggled her hand into her tight jeans back pocket, pulling out a shiny black phone with little red flowers splatter on the back of it. She slid her self to the edge of the bed to bend her head over the phone and to hide the screen as she clicked OPEN MESSAGE.

[Hey, Rosie. Been thinking about that tattoo
on your stomach, got any more? : D See you tonight.
James]

She felt reality drop down on her shoulders, shaking her mind out of this safe fantasy she had created in James' room; wrapping it around herself like a cocoon. She slammed her thumb down onto the keypad, quickly deleting the message, but the words still burned into her vision. She had made the decisions and until know, she hadn't realized how deep a hole she had dug. Her jaw tightened with trepidation before she turned to look at James, a soft smile curling on her lips, the epitome of contentment.

"Wrong number."




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[ShutterByte]

There are no impossible dreams. There are no invisible seams.
Each night when the day is through, I don't ask much.
I just want you.

xxxxxxxxxSmoke drifted upwards as Maggie puffed on the cigar between her lips, a faded crimson of cheap lipstick smeared carelessly across them; only one hand palmed the wheel of the basic white Honda Accord, an almost cocky passive air about her driving. A zombie stumbled into the street and falling clumsily to the pavement. She swerved, though there was bump-bump as she took out it's head under the tires, glancing at her rear-view mirror as it splattering out into the air, coating the street pavement like chunky, wet paint. A s**t-eating grin curled on her lips, pleased for once today that she was in a moving mass of metal, instead of on foot against a teaming horde. The sense of belated safety settled over her shoulders, though she knew it was an illusion, a farce of what she really was. A sitting duck for tanks and boomers, but for the moment she could just not care. Driving around as if it was a normal day, not the end of the world.

xxxxxxxxxShe opened the window and spat out the dredges of the cigar out the window; crisp, harsh wind smacked her cheeks pink before she managed to roll the window back up. Her clothes had finally lost their dampness, a warmth rolling over her heavily clothed person with the heaters on the care blowing full blast. Her stomach rumbled unremittingly, her last meal being of a can of corn beef hash and that had been several hours ago. She pressed her foot down on the pedal, speeding the little car forward and making it rock with every crack and pothole in the pavement. Feeling every jarring motion in her body, she neglectfully reached down towards the cup holder, searching for the pack of cigarettes she had stashed there. Not finding them by touch, she looked away from the road to find for them, grabbing a lighter as well. She palmed each in a hand before using her knees to hold the wheel as she mouthed a cig out and flicked open the lighter. Just as she inhaled, she saw the back of some man before he turned around and the car smacked into him bodily.

xxxxxxxxxHis face smacked down on her windshield, blood spurting across the glass. The glass cracked against his hard skull, though didn't shatter through. Maggie slammed her foot onto the breaks and her brows shot up her forehead in muted surprise. Even with the change of direction, the man's body did not slid off the hood of the car, almost defiantly hanging on. Maggie peered through the glass thoughtfully before taking a chance and turning the windshield water fluid handle, spurting soapy water onto the prone body.


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[ShutterByte]

There are no impossible dreams. There are no invisible seams.
Each night when the day is through, I don't ask much.
I just want you.

xxxxxxxxxMaggie stared calmly as the man flailed around on the hood of the car, flicking a finger at the end of her cigarette, sparking out a sprinkle of dim embers. Just as she was going to put the car in reverse, her hand already jiggling the stick shift, there was a knock on the car window. She looked up, one of her eyebrows arched high as she stared at a girl who looked curiously like that goth chick, Ami Lee. Pondering the possibility that the singer had survived the apocalypse, she quickly dismissed that assumption. Discerning by the way the girl was looking at the car Maggie was in, it looked like she was itching for a ride. Maggie felt the overwhelming need to just floor it, pealing out and ditching these amateurs, but she made the right choice as she glanced at the dashboard. Checking the gas gauge, she found the arrow already on empty.

xxxxxxxxxShe cursed her luck and with a brief flash of anger, swung the driver's door opening, not caring if she hit the girl standing by it. Her boots crunched on the icy pavement, steam billowing out passed her lips as she grabbed her ATOM-S2-hammer, the metal head gleaming in the bright white world. Like a crowbar, the S2 Hammer can be used as both a blunt weapon and a hooking / impaling weapon. Plus, it comes with a split head that reduces shock to the hand and arms as well as a design that can drive a nail in as little as two strikes. Or in this case, bash in the skull or rip through the vertebrae of any zombie that charged at her, though tanks took more swings. She had stolen it from some upstate New York gun shop, and fell in love with every life-saving blow it created.

xxxxxxxxxHammer tight in her hand, she rounded around the front of the car before slide-walking down into the snowy ditch. She loomed over the twitching body of the man she had hit before crouching down and staring calmly at him. She poked him harmlessly with the butt of her hammer. Her dark hair fell around her face, shadowing it lightly though her dark blue eyes could still be seen. She pursed her lips in irritation and poked the man again. If it was still a sane world, she probably would be calling an ambulance and trying to help this man as best she could. But she knew better, knew how people had turned into worse monsters than the creatures that hunted them now. At least zombies where after one thing, people on the other hand where mighty imaginative and she gripped her hammer tighter as she thought of what she would do with this man. The girl she could just pick off. She had seen the girl place her carbine back on to her back, and her response time was 4 seconds with her 9mm pistol. Draw, lift, aim and shoot in mere seconds. A longer lengthwise weapon took about 4 seconds to just draw and lift, not including on aiming and how good a shot the girl was. She was confident in her ability as she grabbed the man by the back of his jacket and yanked him over.

xxxxxxxxx"What is your name," she asked sedately, spinning the hammer nonchalantly in her hand before slamming the head of it down on the concrete, kicking up a flicker of sparks. That action seemed threatening, yet she kept a bored air about her as she flicked a finger over the bleeding man's lip, catching blood on her fingertip. He was cute, she thought to herself, too bad he was crazy. She could just tell by the look in his eyes, having seen it in many men who had just returned from being deployed, though no that she thought about it, it had seemed so long ago. But what type of crazy he was would probably decide his fate more than his looks. Than again, she was starting to get that itch again.






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me and the night. well-fed. no kids. no friends. just the night.
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To say the cozy moment they had had was over would be an understatement if each of their fake expressions, her's more so by the looks of it. She had to clench her jaw before she winced as if struck in the face after James' 'No one seeing us like this' comment. Rosie took it as a sign that whatever they had been toeing the line of, he was ashamed of it. She quickly stood up and started grabbing up her boots and folding her jacket over her forearm. She felt like she was leaving a one night stand at his house and felt a cold sickening feeling of realization that she would probably feel more comfortable if it had been. Instead she felt hurt and nervous, and couldn't figure out why since the situation didn't warrant either of those emotions. She was frazzled and needed to get out of the room, lest she blurt out soething she would regret or couldn't take back, whether hurtful or just plain awkward. She never had to censor herself before now, and it was nerve wracking to do so now.

"Raincheck? Maybe some other time, little bro. I should go clean up, I must stink to high heaven. Don't know how you put up with the smell," she chuckled shortly, rambling on, backing out of the room and not giving James eye contact, "well, uh, later, I guess."

She quickly waved her hand at him before hurrying out of James' room, not exactly hiding her need to leave. She fumbled her fingers into her jacket pocket and pulled out a wrinkled pack of smokes and a Zippo lighter; pinching a cigarette between her lips, she pulled it out and flicked her lighter, lighting the end. She inhaled, than exhaled with a sigh; a cloud of smoke curling passed her lips. She strode down the hallway before walking into her own room, and kicking the door shut. She looked around it, feeling like she had walked into a stranger's room. It was lightly furnished, down to the basics and not much more. Her closet was haphazard at best, though there was a canvas bag in front of it, half filled with packed clothes; thrown in after her last bout of stir crazy cabin fever, not even finishing packing before she had heard James had returned. It had taken her attention away, and she had forgotten about it. now staring at the bag, she could feel the need to run creeping up the sides of her psyche. She flung her jacket and boots on the bed, not caring if it just added to the mess. She started peeling off her clothes, throwing them dismissively onto the floor and walked into her adjoined bathroom. She started the shower and hunched under the hot spray.




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xxxxxxxxxMaggie let out an undignified snort at the man's, Luke's, antics, her brow shooting up at the 'Mrs. Connor' comment. She wasn't a movie buff, but neither was she retarded, hearing a Terminator reference right off the bat. What, did he think she was here to 'protect the future', 'fight the good fight', yada, yada. Though as she watched him hobble around, she assumed it was her hard and determined demeanor, not herself. Right now, she was a scavenger, pure and simple. Collecting and using what had been left behind to survive, but that didn't mean she didn't have plans. And with the way the world was going, the rules where different. The strong prevailed and the weak where either killed or exploited. And as she watched Luke shiver as a cold wind hit him, she wanted him. More so than just lust, more of an ownership, even if he was completely mental, it was more of a self-preservation quality than most people she had seen ever had. It was like a cold transaction, a deal made with mild nonchalance than was humane as she decided he was her's, no real thought about what he would want in the matter. Done.

xxxxxxxxx"Let me help you, young Skywalker," she said, trying for a joke, knowing from experience that it was better to play along with a mentally unstable person's delusions rather than correct them. It would lead you no where if you tried; she let her eyes roam over his person with unabashed interest, taking critical notes on the harm done to his body, but not finding anything life threatening, "you can really take a hit, can't you."

xxxxxxxxxStanding up, she sidled up next to him to grip his arm to keep him from falling; she tried for a smile, but ended up just grimacing so she let it drop from her face. Instead, she kept it passive, but approachable, and only looked away from his blue tinged face when she heard Amy Lee calling to them, saying she had a place they could stay. Was the girl crazy or just that oblivious? She was a complete stranger and in no way did the girl know if Maggie would kill her as soon as shelter and food is presented. Plus with the fact that she now had a man, albeit a defective one, a man nonetheless, she could just kill the girl at this place. Though she felt a bare wisp of satisfaction when she saw the way the girl shot glares at Luke, something akin to outright loathing flickering in it's depths. Than Maggie got a thought that puzzled her for a second, that she now had to watch out for someone else other than herself, making sure they where alright, fed and taken care of. It was a new concept that she hadn't had to contemplate for a long time, not since Kova... So, maybe the glares O' death weren't a good thing. She would have to watch closely to see how this would play out.






'Cause - I know - how - it feels - to be - alone
When - strangers - only - make you - feel - the - cold
You - never ever - felt - so far - from - home
When - you - wake up - can - you - hear - the scream?
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I ' m - g o n n a - t a k e - y o u - o u t - t o n i g h t -
I ' m - g o n n a - m a k e - y o u -f e e l - a l r i g h t

xxxxxxxxI - CAN - HEAR - YOUR - HEART- BEATING - ✭

my fear. is gone. my pet. is my own. no one. can take. him from. me.

xxxxxxxxxMaggie stared at the Amy girl, she should probably find out her name; watching as she held out her hand and a gyrfalcon landed on her arm. She didn't know much about that species of falcon, other than they where the largest of all falcon species in the world. She wasn't much impressed, instead she turned her attention back to Luke, pondering his second question while ignoring his first comment with quick succession. She never liked the idea of taking the help of a stranger, following them into an unknown area that could end up being a trap and then she would be the weak one. But as she looked over Luke's person, she realized he would probably freeze to death, or at least one of his appendages would get frostbitten; a faint twitch by her eye fathomed her irritation at the possibility that she couldn't take care of what was her's. She wasn't really new at the prospect of owning something, just that something didn't happen to be a human being. And as she felt a chill slowly seep through even her layers of clothing, she could only imagine his discomfort. She made the decision that his welfare in this situation took precedence over mistrust of creepy goth chicks with pet birds.

xxxxxxxxx"No, probably not, but do we really have much of a choice," she asked, putting his arm over her shoulders and wrapping her arm around his waist, supporting his weight better before tilting her head slightly to the side, whispering softly, "plus, if she gets any kind of shifty, it would give us the motivation and the right to..."

xxxxxxxxxShe let herself to trail off, because even with the density of the snow, her hushed voice, and the howling of the wind building insulation between them and the girl, she didn't want karma demons flinging crap in her face to prove a point and have the girl over hear her. She chewed the inside of her cheek, a nasty habit that she allows herself because it was one not many people could see. And if they could, well, than they deserve to, or they got knocked out because they where way too close to her face. She shifted her weight away from Luke and proceeded to walk forward, pretty much carrying him. She had a tall, and stocky woman, able to carry him if need be; though from the slight shift of bone across cartilage reminded her, the trick knee she got from an fragmentation grenade explosion. In the cold weather, it was especially irritating, going so far as to tingle when ever the wind changed and the water density rose(rain). She shook it a little before striding forward, ignoring the little mutterings that seemed to erupt from Luke's mouth every few seconds.




'Cause - I know - how - it feels - to be - alone
When - strangers - only - make you - feel - the - cold
You - never ever - felt - so far - from - home
When - you - wake up - can - you - hear - the scream?
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my fear. is gone. my pet. is my own. no one. can take. him from. me.

xxxxxxxxxMaggie let Luke's arm slide from her shoulders as they rounded a corner to find themselves staring at a minimal horde; she pressed him to the wall so he had something to lean on and not fall over, semi-listening to his gibbering. She patted her pockets before pulling out a spotty and crumpled pack; flicked a lighter and lit the end of her joystick. She inhaled deeply before breathing out a sigh of relief in the form of a hazy cloud. Cigarettes always gave her a state of equilibrium in moments like these, Kova's calming whispers a constant in her ear. She wasn't as in control as would be first perceived, she was just better at hiding the crazy with defense mechanisms of her own. After all, when living in this world, you needed the crazy to balance out the depression and loneliness. Otherwise, giving up was the only option. As several figures traipsed her way, she pulled her firearm, a 9mm Beretta from it's holster at her hip, and raised it. The loud and crashing smack of the recoil was soothingly familiar in her hands, the metal cool to the touch, gleaming in the bright compared to the snow, yet the grip was warm and soft like a comforting friend holding your hand. Several undead heads exploding as heated metal ripped through their cerebellum, not a bullet wasted, her accuracy perfect with military precision.

xxxxxxxxxShe watched as a drooling, blind eyed undead woman stumbled around the corner of a knocked over a dilapidated vendor's cart, then to the far left was joined by a decomposing young man with the same diseased yet alert and primal look. The female grunted and they attacked, moving quicker then humanly possible. Maggie calmly strode forward and executed the female, shooting it point blank in the head, felling it quickly to skid to an end at her feet. Just as the other infected boy leaped at her, she dropped to one knee, letting it fly over her and land with a thunk behind her before pivoting with ease about face and adding two shots to the back of it's head, making it flop than slump over. She quickly turned back around, taking the few seconds to unclip the cartridge, then reloaded a new magazine with years of practiced handling on her side in a matter of seconds, smacking it into place with a slap of her hand to the butt of the gun.

xxxxxxxxxA ghost of a chuckle breathed past her lips as Luke continued to call her Mrs. Connor, and the crack about his first wife, well she took it with a grain of salt and took it as a compliment. She lifted the gun to her eye level and took out the rest of the closest zombies with easy manipulation sight/distance configuration, and quick rapid trigger shots. She lowered the pistol and saw a few more infected a few yards away, making their way for the alley. They had mere minutes to get out of the area before they got swamped, making all this noise only begot suffering on those still living.

xxxxxxxxx"My name is Maggie, since I'm not the mother of the leader of the rebellion for the free world and what-not," she said loud enough for Luke to hear over the gunfire, kicking a zombie hard in the face before putting it down with a shot to the face; a twisted half-smirk curled her lip in dark humor, and I'm sure for your ex, it wasn't an excuse, but a reason. Be lucky she didn't find utter logic with it, otherwise, well, we wouldn't speaking."




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When - strangers - only - make you - feel - the - cold
You - never ever - felt - so far - from - home
When - you - wake up - can - you - hear - the scream?
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