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May. 25th, 2014


TWD Lock

[Locked to The Walking Dead door]

[After this.]

I've a friend who's shown up recently who seems to be in our door, but a different place. Town called Woodbury, but he says there ain't nothing dead in town. Perhaps we want to investigate some?

May. 24th, 2014


Clementine M

[A half bar of chocolate, carefully wrapped up in the foil it came in, is left on Clemetine's bunk. There's a scrap of paper folded beneath it.]

Maybe back home, this might have been questionable, but I found this in my backpack and wanted to share. Can't say it's the freshest, but it still tastes good.


May. 13th, 2014


TWD: Beau & Amelia

Who: Beau & Amelia
What: Just an afternoon
Where: Courtyard at the prison
When: Recent
Warnings/Rating: None.
Status: Complete.

[Beau hadn't learned much from his mama before God took her up to heaven, but she had taught him a little bit of this and that. No, he hadn't liked sitting still while she taught him how to pull a thread through fabric, but he was grateful for her tutelage now as he sat there in the courtyard under the spring sun with a stack of things beside him. He had found a sewing kit in his bag, a little thing with only a couple of needles, and the thread was pulled from fabric too beat up to be worth saving, but it was enough to do a little patching, to pull together holes and clean up the things they had.

He was bent over a shirt as he worked, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, neat little stitches just like his mama taught him.]

May. 5th, 2014



So. Those of us who aren't here of our own decision... where was home for y'all before you ended up in these crazy ass doors?

Apr. 26th, 2014


[TWD: Open to all in door]

Who: Open to everyone in TWD
What: Rain!
Where: Everywhere!
When: Now!
Warnings/Rating: Warn in comments if needed

[Late in the afternoon, the rain starts. It had been cloudy before, grey and dreary, but the clouds finally decide to open up, releasing the rain that had been building. For a while, it seems as though it's going to end as soon as it begins, but the sprinkles turn into a shower, and with the grey clouds, it seems like it's going to go on for hours.

Cool and refreshing, it dampens the dust of the land and perks the plants right back up. It brings with it cool air that almost invites people out to refresh themselves, body and soul. There is no thunder, no flashes of lightning, just a spring rain that lasts the afternoon and well into the evening hours.]


Ford C

[Locked to Ford C]

Found a pack of cards in my backpack. Think there's a king missing, but you wanna play something?

Apr. 20th, 2014



[As Beau W]

This is ridiculous. It's Easter and I don't have a single chocolate egg or marshmallow peep. That's injustice. Serious injustice.

On the plus side, I do have zombies. So. Happy Zombie (not Jesus!) Day?

Apr. 11th, 2014


[Jake R]

[Locked to Jake R]

A little bird mentioned that you were here.

Apr. 8th, 2014


[TWD: Beau & Ford]

[The cell wasn't much, but there was a bed, a place to sleep, and it was safe, and given the state of things beyond those walls, that counted for a lot in this world. Beau had seen some bad places when he traveled, people who slept on straw mats, people who clawed at the ground for what little sustenance they could eek out of it, and he had been grateful then that he didn't have to struggle. But now, without the safety of the modern world and with those things wandering the land out there, he longed for home, for the menial day to day things that were good and bad in the same breath.

He was stretched out on his bunk, fingers laced behind his head, looking up to the ceiling, lips pursed in thought. A noise to the side drew his attention to the one he was sharing the cell with coming in, and Beau lifted a hand in greeting.] Hey.

Apr. 3rd, 2014



[After this.]

Need some help here. Closed up in a house full of dead people. Anyone out there?

Mar. 29th, 2014


TWD: Clem/Beau/Tess (maybe Caleb and Joey)

[This wasn't the hospital. She was real sure of that.

The house was some old place, and she could see dust lining every damn surface of the kitchen she was in. Old stove, and her back was flat up against it. She was still wearing a hospital gown, but she'd been moving around before this happened. Her hair was still dripping light brown from the dye Graham had brought, and everyone said she took after her sister when she didn't go to the trouble of making it blonde. She'd been dyeing it since Lorelei died, since that very day, and she looked down at the dripping strands before she forced herself to standing.]

Anyone here? [Her voice echoed through the empty house, and she had no clue what was waiting outside in the sunlight. She brushed some wayward blood off her forehead, and she climbed the stairs slow; she needed something to wear, and then she'd suss things out.]

Mar. 22nd, 2014


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