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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img829/3849/raiken1.png] That moment in thought when you are nothing more than a particle in this world. You realize that you are nothing more than a speck. A piece of dust that can easily be swept up into the pan of things and thrown into the trash. You are nothing. You make up nothing. You will never amount to anything. You will never effect anything. Never change anything. Never be significant. Her forearms set propped on the corner of the counter. The edge padded as most bar counters were. Her pale fingers were wrapped around a condensation covered glass. Her other fingers absently swirled the red coffee stirrer through her drink before she caught it between her index and middle finger, lifting the cup to her mouth. A long swig later, she returned it to the counter. Her blue eyes watching the ice float in the amber liquid. This is what life had come down to. Scavenging for people she didn't even care about. All in all, it gave her a place to sleep, and on occasion, these drinks. But it still meant she had to deal with people. At least a little. She pulled her hand from the glass. Lazily pulling it across the counter and over the leather covered padding on the corner. Her lungs took in a deep breath, releasing it with a sigh as her hand dropped off the edge of the counter, brushing past the pistol attached to her side and landing between Gage's ears. Her fingers tracing through his fur. 'What now, Gage?' She didn't even look at him. She knew what he was doing. He had been sitting there all morning, next to her barstool, watching the door. He was the only thing she cared about now. The only thing that meant anything. And if this was it, then what was the point? Why was everyone here fighting to hold on to something that was no more? If all that was left was this broken town, this garbage liquor, and her and Gage... She inhaled another deep breath before laying her head on the counter padding. This must have been what these were for. Not for the possible fights that would have eventually broken out after this bar's construction. No. For the pitiful humans who had probably set here night after night feeling sorry for themselves. Hating their lives. Their cheating wives. Using this padding as a pillow for their drunken stupor. If they would have known this is how the world was going to end up, they probably would have went home. Curled up next to their wives, cheating or not. Is this what father would have been doing if he hadn't been in the garage with her? Drinking away his life in hopes of finding a tiny bit of happiness away from his controlling wife? Her hand still lay on her companion's head. Fingers trailing against his fur, tracing up one of his ears. The only creature to protect her as she protected the few she cared about. The only creature to be as loyal to her as she was to him. The only creature worth giving a damn about. Words: 523 Tags: Open Inspiration: Angus & Julia Stone - I'm Not Yours

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px] I NEED TO SET MY STORY STRAIGHT tonight we are young, so we'll set the world on fire, we can burn Sofia walked. She always walked. Everyone else walked too. Dead or alive. Walking was the primary modes of transportation now. Not because cars were instinct, rather, cars caused too much noise. Motor engines attracted all sorts of beings to it, friendly and hostile. The problem was figuring out which was which. If it dragged its feet across the pavement and moaned all the way, you knew it was hostile. People, on the other hand, were a complicated bunch of sorts. You had to spend time with them, get to know them, before you knew what they were up to, be a good ol' lad or be the last person you see. You don't get this at first glance, at first encounter, some pretend and you'd be surprised with how good an actor they can be, only to loot your body after they were done with you. Other people become baggage that you hafta leave them behind, causing you emotional stress and guilt, changing you in the process. There are other different kinds of survivors out there but Sofia could care less. She rarely got out and if she did, she was out looking for medical supplies while keeping an eye out for her son. Always on foot, never on wheels, never in her Jeep she'd rode on from home to Road's End. It needed gas and gas was a rare resource. Most people who went out looked for food and supplies to keep the town alive. Gas and fuel was at the bottom of the list, and even then, they weren't placed in vehicles. They were used for fire. Fire was used for all sorts of things. Cooking the leftovers, burning the corpses, sterilizing the equipments. Some would think light but that would be a big giveaway in the middle of the night. You'd be placing a red hot 'Attack me' on the town. No one wanted that. Hence the darks streets and dark houses. With the littlest light coming from the full moon, Sofia didn't really need that much light to find her way to the bar. Being here for a couple of days, roaming the town on her free time, there wasn't really much to look at yet. She'd memorize the important landmarks on her first go. Clinic, bed, food then the bar. It didn't come as a surprise when the town offered coffee and tea at the bar. Not everyone wanted to get drunk, and if they did, they had to get their own stash. The local bar was not going to risk it and offer free liquor. If you wanted it, go get it outside. Who wanted a bunch of useless drunks to defend the town. There were far more better things to do than drinking anyways. The town was still in ruins. You had to work to stay in town, that was the only rule. Everyone had to contribute. Sofia did by becoming the town's only medic as of late. She had patients almost everyday, usually minor cuts and bruises and nothing of the major illnesses. She wasn't equipped anyways. Bites on the other hand, were a lost cause. When anyone who came out went back, they were thoroughly checked. Who better to do it than the town medic. Sofia didn't just know everyone because she was friendly, she knew them because they had all been checked by her. Just like the lone woman sitting at the bar, a rather obvious width of space surrounding her. It was of course because of the faint aura she gave off that said bugger off, but mostly because she had a lethal canine sitting by her watching everyone and getting agitated when someone got too close for comfort. Their comfort zone was probably 2-3 yards. Sofia rolled her eyes and went to the bar, about to order her usual cup of tea to clear the day's stress away. She clearly crossed the line at some point and heard a low growl from beside her as soon as she came near. "So I don't really want to come off as rude to the kind waitress here by shouting from across the room to order,"

[/color] she commented, stopping her walk as soon as she heard the dog. "But you're kindof occupying the whole bar area even though you're just on one seat. Or your dog is, that is,"[/color] she found herself amused, not annoyed, directing her words on the woman.
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740 | Raiken | COMPLETE

heh. not my best. but workable.. right? Right? xD

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img829/3849/raiken1.png] It is amazing how much the human body will put up with while awake. How much restrain you will use. During consciousness, most will put up with being jabbed at. While sleeping though, the slightest touch will bring a swat from the victim. How defensive you are in a coma like state. It is a wonder how a person will act while on autopilot. Gage didn't respond. He never really responded. Not out in public where he had more important things to worry about. Back in the hell hole that she claimed as a 'home', that was when he loosened up a little. Cuddling up to her side as they slept. She had heard some of the people around here slept in shifts, watching over each other. It almost disgusted her how fearful some of these citizens were. If it was your time to go, it was your time to go. Sleeping in shifts wasn't going to save you from a walker. Adequately being able to defend yourself was what was going to save you from a walker. You should never put yourself in the position to have to rely on another to save your life. But just in case, she had Gage. Always at her side since he was a pup. A canine. A creature that even if you beat it, somehow loved you. Unconditionally. Her free hand felt blindly around the counter until it bumped into a cold glass. She raised her head, eyes looking over the liquor in the cup. No one should even be offered alcohol in this community but, what other way was there of coping. None. Yeah, it lowered defenses but, it was the only release everyone had. Taking another long swig, she set the now empty glass on the counter with a small clink. And then his growling caught her attention. She didn't even turn to look. One hand set on Gage's head still. Her other arm propped on the counter by its elbow, hand limp at the end of it. Annoyance written clearly across her face. Someone had come too close. Raiken wasn't sure how she hadn't heard them approach her and her companion but, what she did know, was Gage's growl wasn't friendly. And then her voice. A tone that seemed almost melodic. A tone that she took as teasing. A tone that just begged for a hostile response. A tone that immediately burrowed underneath of Raiken's skin. 'So I don't really want to come off as rude to the kind waitress here by shouting from across the room to order. But you're kind of occupying the whole bar area even though you're just on one seat. Or your dog is, that is.' Saying nothing in response, her once limp fingers flexed at the end of her propped arm. What was there to say to her? Nothing. She could have just got up. Walked out. But instead, she set up straight, her hand leaving Gage's head and setting on the padded edge of the bar with her other hand. Leaning back a little so her arms were stretched. Hands gripping the counter, she turned her head to the left. Looking down the length of the bar before turning her head to the right and leaning forward to look past this irritation of a woman. Sitting up straight again, she let her stormy eyes catch the girl's. Her arms moved so one forearm lay on the other, one hand flatly tapping the top of the opposite arm. "Funny...there's an entire bar. And yet you stand here, bothering me." Leaning a little to look past her upper arm, her eyes slipped down to Gage, head tipping down a little with them. He was staring at the girl. His ears laid back and a soft growl working in his throat. Her eyes sprung up to meet her's again from under dark lashes. Her brows knitting themselves together. Still leaned a little from looking down at her dog. A small sneer worked its way across her lips, tugging up on one corner. "Or my dog, that is." She spat the words at her as if ridding her mouth of a foul taste. Words: 694 Tags: Sofia Inspiration: N/A

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px] I NEED TO SET MY STORY STRAIGHT tonight we are young, so we'll set the world on fire, we can burn The woman turned, seemingly looking around the bar as if she was trying to find the source of where the voice had come from. The voice that just escaped Sofia's lips not a moment ago. Children died. Walkers grew more agitated. Road's End became a bustling city of sorts. That was how long it took for her to survey the whole area. To check the damned bar of how such a voice had appeared out of nowhere. Sofia slowly counted the seconds that ticked by as the woman took her time to look at her and finally reply. It was frustrating really, and incredibly rude and obnoxious. But she had to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she'd been traumatized too much. Maybe she'd had gone through so much trouble. Maybe once upon a time, a time definitely far far far away, the woman was a lady and she was kind and full of sunshine. That she'd been under too much trouble being a snob was her only way of coping. Sofia had to give her that, right? But wasn't everyone going through the same situation. Everyone in town had their own burden, their own tear jerking story. Everyone dealth with the same shit everyday. So it came off really as why did the woman think she could act the way she was and have no one care about it or say a damn. Maybe no one around town was really up for cuddling around a campfire and swapping stories. Maybe Road's End was too much of barren wasteland still that people had too much to do to work on their people skills. Sofia didn't know really. She kept to her clinic, studied whatever the sheriff asked her to examine and then went to bed. A few cups of tea here and there in the midst of everything she did. Rarely has she ever encountered any trouble. Rarely. When the woman finally answered, and from the looks of it, someone Sofia knew came in and out of the walls everyday, since everyone went under physical inspection, Sofia could not keep her eyes from rolling. Oh... Her. That girl who proved to be a bit to handle with. Examinations done with her were always fun. Not. "Huh,"

[/color] Sofia said dismissively, that nasal tone of hers really needed to be fixed. A cold syrup perhaps? Or some plain ol' smacking in the back of the head. Her son got the same treatment whenever his tone got all nasally and snobbish. There were other ways of expressing distaste other than being a complete ass. "See here,"[/color] Sofia took a step forward and the dog's growl seemed to grow louder. "I'm this far and he's already all that flustered up, what, cat bit his tail today?"[/color] She rolled her eyes. "If you'd checked earlier, than you should notice that this distance is the same from all sides so in retrospect, you're occupying the whole counter area where you know, people order,"[/color] Sofia said matter-of-factly. "And last time I checked, this was a public bar for the citizens of the town who work their asses off just like everyone else,"[/color] Subtle. She had to be subtle. Sofia wasn't one for one-on-ones spilling all her emotions on the table. Or rather, screaming her insides in anyone's face.[/div]

553 | Raiken | COMPLETE

sofia's strangling raiken in her head. xD

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img829/3849/raiken1.png] Sometimes it's nothing more than the presence of someone. Sometimes the mere sight of them. And on special occasions, the slight thought of them. And you're nothing short of furious. Raiken set against the back of her barstool. Right elbow propped on it. Her facial expression held nothing but frustration. Irritation. Bother. The eye roll from the women only added to the urge to hit her. The urge to say one word to Gage and let him tear her throat out. She cared nothing for this girl. Her appearance seemed familiar. The more her hateful eyes crossed her, the more she realized she was a medic and had searched her over upon entering the civilization they had created. Her throat seemed to tighten and if she could have created a growl similar to the menacing one Gage was creating, she would have. She really didn't give a damn if this girl was there only medic so far. She really didn't. If Raiken was bitten, she knew to just go off herself somewhere. She didn't need this girl to tell her so. Overall, she was pretty sure this women's job was useless in this society. 'Huh.' She heard the girl and locked eyes with her. 'See here. I'm this far and he's already all that flustered up, what, cat bit his tail today?' She heard the low growl from her partner rise up when this irritant moved forward. One word. One word would be all it would take and Gage would be all over her. 'If you'd checked earlier, than you should notice that this distance is the same from all sides so in retrospect, you're occupying the whole counter area where you know, people order. And last time I checked, this was a public bar for the citizens of the town who work their asses off just like everyone else.' A sneer worked its way over her face. The corner of her lip tugging upward as if pulled by a hook. This girl really thought she was something, huh... Her eyeliner wrapped eyes narrowed. "Matter a fact, I do believe this commune is shy a cat now." She didn't think she'd have to explain the joke. Especially when she knew Gage was probably sitting there with a wolfish smirk and licking his lips to add to the joke. "Messed with the wrong two. Tasty though." She set back and casually used a pinky nail to pick between two of her teeth overdramatically. Her sneer falling into a sassy smirk as she did so. She didn't care if she was taking up the whole bar. She sat wherever she wanted to. And wherever she was, Gage would be planted right there beside her. It wasn't her fault that he was protective, now was it? He had walkers to watch out for. That was his job. And it wasn't her fault that he was doing well at it. She looked at the girl. "You know?" She adopted the same matter-of-fact tone the other had been using. "In the time you've spent standing here talking to me, you could have already walked to the end of the bar, ordered, and possiblyyy..." Her pitch rose with the last word. She held her index finger up as if to say 'hold on a moment' with a cute, fake grin across her lips. She reached her index finger out and cutely tapped the girl's nose with her fingertip. "Had your drink by now." She might have had a little bit to drink, combined with her usual broken give a damn was probably a bad idea. Words: 594 Tags: Sofia Inspiration: Avenged Sevenfold - Scream

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px] I NEED TO SET MY STORY STRAIGHT tonight we are young, so we'll set the world on fire, we can burn So Sofia had been standing around the whole day. Not because there wasn't anywhere to sit on in the clinic. There was plenty. But sitting around proved to be more of a luxury then a given. As soon as she finally found a good seat or a place to rest her tired legs, someone would come busting through the door asking if anyone was around. Course, she'd quickly stand up and out of her makeshift office, greet whoever it was at the door and lay a solution to the problem. Mostly just minor cuts and bruises, a running nose, fever, the likes. These people weren't legit carpenters or builders, most of them were businessmen, housewives or college students. These were all survivors who needed a place to live in. Road's End required everyone to help so they had to sign up for a job, enlist for something to contribute to the town. None of them would be pros at what they sign up for, but mostly because it was something they thought they could do or the administration deemed they could. Accidents were bound to to happen. Falling debris, breaking a bone or splinters beneath their skin. Sofia tended to all, if not, most of the accidents happening on almost a daily basis. Not that that was the only thing she did, aside from tending to wounds, she had to check each and every personnel getting in and out of the grounds as advised by the current sheriff. You could never be too sure. Each and everyday, Sofia had plenty to do. When she left work, she never really did leave it. She was still on duty. Like a doctor who was always on call, whenever someone called for her, she was there. 24/7 was an understatement. She was one of the few people in the town who had a flexible schedule. Flexible, being she never knew what was next on her agenda. There were times of lull and times of panic. But that was her job. Everyone had their own perks and downs. Sofia was prepared for hers when she signed up for it, it kept her sadness at bay and that was all that mattered. Not a moment's time of quiet to let her thoughts consume her. Yep. Practically all this thinking had gone through Sofia's head as she watched how the girl's lips slowly formed a snicker on her lips. A grin very much like that if the cheshire cat's. She only missed a tail and the disappearing act. Plus her dog, they were a set. Albeit weird for a sinister cat and a monstrous dog to pair up, still, a set. Course you wouldn't catch Sofia saying such remarks out loud, she avoided the fights when necessary, she was the town medic after all. Especially when the girl was narrating how she'd eaten a cat. Where the diner's running low on food now? Anything to survive, she guessed. She just hoped no one owned the cat the woman had, as she'd said, eaten, now picking non-existent cat bits in between her teeth. When she proceeded to commenting on how Sofia had wasted time, it was the medic's turn to make unnecessary facial expressions. Working the muscles on your face was tiring after all, how the woman was constantly doing it was something. Her's shown that of utter disbelief. She looked at the dog's master like she was missing the whole point. And she was, in Sofia's opinion. "Riiiight,"

[/color] she placated. "But then how would I get it, have the waitress throw it at me from across the room? Really? Where are we, in a circus now?"[/color] Sofia kept a straight face then, a level tone. No ups nor downs. Just a monotonous one. "On that note, we're in town. I know your dog is probably trained to bite off any undead's legs the moment they appeared but is he that under trained to not notice human from the dead? Maybe I can do something about it, yes?"[/color] She even readjusted the lab coat she was still wearing and moved a sheathed syringe from her side pocket to the one near her heart for good measure. She made sure to look like she was deliberating whether to inject it into the dog for a moment before putting it into her breast pocket. "Just grip your dog's leash or something. Heel. Whatever," [/color]she'd had a long day after all and she was getting too impatient. One foot forwarded and the next step followed. She was getting her tea, one way and not another.[/div]

765 | KAZE ! | COMPLETE

no fighting. *fingers crossed. xD

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