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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea fuck you so much

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea you son of a fucking bitch

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Morose Dick would clock you one for that comment haha

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Morose "Peaches" would try to cop a feel and drunken dick would end up evicted out of Newman 😂

Edit - Cop a feel of Chloe I mean!!!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

1) That CD player tho.
2) Peaches d'awww
3) Ryan the Peach LOL
4) New people!
5) Bye mister cogm Sig.
6) Will get a post out tomorrow night for those waiting. Just home from work and need to eat and wash then try not to die from stress <3

Also Fantasy that red wedding might turn into a yellow snow wedding if Dick gets his hands on the booze ;)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Richard Johnson

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Location: Building 4: Repair Shop

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Keeping focus on the ground made Richard nearly miss Ciel as the young boy waved at him as if Richard might bite his head off. Granted, if he was an adult, Richard probably would have but despite being dubbed “The Dick” of Newnan, he wasn’t a fucking animal to children. He gave him a quick, firm nod of acknowledgement before returning his gaze to the frozen ground. Last thing he wanted was to land ass first in the snow, fuck that shit.

He nearly stumbled a few times but for the most part he was close enough to snow to stop himself from landing face first on the ground, at least for now. He got to the shop and made his way inside. He couldn’t see Beni about, one of the few people in this godforsaken place that Richard didn’t want to stab or hit. The dude was in a dark place, same as Richard was, and so they generally worked in disgruntled silence which was exactly what Richard liked about the man. He moved around the workshop and looked to see what was on the list of tasks for the day.

Then he heard the door opening along with his least favourite voice in the fucking world. Without even turning to acknowledge him, Richard kept about his search as he felt Ryan stepping right up beside him. If it didn’t mean he’d get ejected from Newnan, Richard would happily clock Ryan right in the face at every given opportunity. The only thing that made Richard scowl in Ryan’s direction at all this morning was the word booze.

“Is that fuckin’ so? Not like I’ll see any o’ it since our glorious leader says I ain’t allowed shit.” He turned and leaned his rear against the edge of the desk and folded his arms across his chest as he glowered at Ryan when he asked about Chloe. “Yeah, saw her this morn when she crawled outta my bed in nothin’ but her panties same as every fuckin’ day…” He rolled his eyes and rubbed his face with his hands before folding them again and staring at Ryan blankly. “Nah, ain’t seen her. Why?” He cast his eyes over Ryan’s face and frowned deeper than before. He didn’t much like how Ryan was with Chloe but it wasn’t exactly his place to say shit. Doesn’t mean he can’t judge it like fuck though.

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Agnes Brynja Johannsson

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Location: Building H: Kitchen --> Bedroom > Gilbert Street > LaGrange Street heading towards Main Entrance: Southern Gate

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Bryn had to stop herself from smirking more as she listened to Sana’s mini-not-quite-a-rant-but-a-rant and simply nodded in agreement with her words. Her brow knitted slightly in the middle and the corners of her mouth kept threatening to turn upwards again as she forced on a serious face as if the matter was of the utmost importance. When Sana blasted herself with water though, Bryn let out the most unladylike snort of laughter before biting down on her bottom lip, not wanting to poke the wildcat that was her friend.

She appreciated Sana looking at the card and giving it her approval, she knew that Tatiana wasn’t her favourite person in the world. Bryn’s face cracked into an understanding grimace as she shrugged at Sana’s question. “I think the best we’ll get is a week of peace from the rainbows and butterflies while they destroy each other behind closed doors.” Bryn didn’t have anything against either of them, but sometimes they were just a lot to handle. Like too much sugar in coffee, it’s not bad it’s just too much to cope with it every day.

When Sana threw her boots out onto the porch, Bryn knew the conversation was over and she waved her hand idly as Sana mentioned the showers. Bryn was due for checking in with Jim to see if there was any work needing done on the walls. She knew he’d report it but no harm in checking if he needed or even wanted anything done/made for the walls while she had the time. There wasn’t much hunting to be done when the snow was so thick and the temperatures so low, maybe later but today wasn’t a day for it, especially not with the wedding.

Jogging back up the stairs and into her room, Bryn pulled her sleeping clothes off and braced herself against the chill in the room. She quite liked the cold, it was refreshing but she liked it even more so when she knew she could escape it. She pulled on her outfit of choice; Black vest top, black woollen jumper/sweater, black combat trousers, black knee high lace up boots, black leather gloves (missing the fingertips) and a black leather jacket. She knew she’d be warm in this but her fingertips would be cursing her, good job she had pockets for them to live in while she was walking about outside. She still kind of felt naked without her bat in her hands, it was getting a little less weird each day but that thought scared her more than not having her bat.

Reaching under her pillow she grabbed out Bridgette’s seax and strapped it to her belt. She smiled as she looked at it and then she glanced up to the shield that she had propped against the wall on top of a chest of drawers, Astrid’s shield. She still missed her Valkyries but she knew they had died the way they lived and were watching her from Valhalla watching her as she fumbled over her life each day. Sighing quietly to herself she left her room and yelled out to Sana and bid her goodbye before heading out into the snow. She made her way down towards the main gates where Jim was usually stationed and if he wasn’t there she’d find someone that knew where he was. She quite looked forward to the chance to build something with her two hands, she missed it.

Her hands flicked the collar of her jacket up to protect her neck and she dug her hands into her pockets and buried her face into her collar as she walked carefully through the snow. She’d need to see if she could get a scarf from Ms. Sally today – the wind was unforgiving this morning. She slipped in through the small entrance by her and Sana’s place and walked down towards Gilbert Street. She took in the amazing smells that were wafting up from down the road. James, the only one that could make Bryn’s face contort in complete joy – no, not like that – and her mouth began to water like crazy. She’d need to visit her buddy and see if she could steal a preview bite of the food for the impending festivities before everyone else. She continued smelling the air like a dog as she turned the corner onto Gilbert and headed for Lagrange.

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Dr. Victor Bonheur

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Location: Building 1: Victor's Quarters --> Infirmary

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The familiar and gentle knock on his door followed by Neisha’s voice brought Victor out of his memories and he smiled a little. It was strange to think that when Neisha had first entered this community that Victor would gladly have seen her sent back out into the vicious world without a second thought. Nowadays he considered the young woman his friend, something he never imagined possible. If only Zoie could see them now, she’d be pleased that he hadn’t been his usual critical self and accepted the help of someone whom he wanted to avoid so badly. He was pleased with not only his own growth, but the growth of Neisha, who had learned to ask without the assumption that the person she was asking was automatically going to be incorrect. In fact, Victor had grown to appreciate Neisha’s questioning as it kept his mind sharp – he wasn’t a spry young chicken anymore.

Standing up from his seat, Victor made his way to the door and opened it, smiling at Neisha as he did so. “Ah, good morning Neisha. Did you receive my message? Our young patient is okay for now but I am worried that a sinus infection has developed from her simple cold. It’s not common at all. Would you be so kind as to help with observation over the next day or so?” He exited his room and motioned for Neisha to follow him, locking the door to his quarters behind him, he led her to the infirmary around the corner and quietly opened the door to head inside. He made his way close by to the bottom of Anna’s bed but not close enough to wake her with his hushed voice as he spoke to Neisha.

“I am slightly worried that this may be a more aggressive viral infection that I am unfamiliar with and not simple sinusitis. I am not a paediatrician so am not 100% certain on how this would affect a young child. She has minor swelling of the area around her eyes, her cough seems to be constant as if something is forever irritating her throat and when she speaks you can hear the blockage in her nasal cavities. A second opinion would be appreciated once young Anna awakens.” He glanced over to the young girl as she let out another cough in her sleep. His face softened in worry and he let out a slight sigh. “Do you think you could make something to help her throat at the very least? Poor child is so tired…” Victor glanced to Neisha again and then focused his concern on her for a moment.

”Speaking of tired, how are you feeling? Still not getting a full night’s sleep yourself?” He didn’t want to force Neisha to speak to him on a psychological level but he wasn’t going to stop sowing the seeds into her mind when he could. He not only needed Neisha at 100% but he wanted her to be well too. If she was not comfortable speaking to him, he could perhaps suggest she speak to Tati. The loss of Sophia had hit Neisha hard and Victor just wanted to make sure she was alright.

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[LAU] Taslin - (Lady A & Char)

Lincoln felt something brushing his face and quickly jerked backwards, his eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to focus on what was touching him. The cover from Tasha's pillow was getting sucked in and blown away by his breath and was tickling his face when he breathed in. He shook his head slightly and rubbed his face with his non-occupied hand before he stopped in his tracks, his free hand resting on his face as his eyes peeked out from between his fingers as he looked at Tasha, curled up on her side and holding his hand still. He had forgotten where he was for a moment, his nap having disorientated him.

He was glad to see that she was still there, that they hadn't taken her away from him while he had slept, that she was alive even if not 100% well again. He was unable to put into words or even actions as to just how happy he was that she'd survived the surgery. Reaching down to his thigh, Lincoln nipped himself just enough to make sure that he definitely wasn't dreaming. Nope, that hurt, he was awake and this was real. He leaned in and pressed his dried lips to the back of her hand and rested his forehead on it gently as he took some calming breaths. His face slowly rose and he watched her face, taking in each crease, line and pore as if it would be the last time he would get to see them.

Standing up slowly, Lincoln gently slipped his hand from hers and gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head before stretching out the muscles of his back. Sleeping on a chair was never a good idea, especially when you're hunched over the side of a hospital bed at the same time. He didn't mind though, of course he didn't mind. His spine cracked particularly loudly and his eyes widened as he stared down at Tasha, hoping that he hadn't woken her with it.

Let's Gush!

@Lady Amalthea

I just want to gush about this woman. This amazing, helpful, understanding and talented woman has been in my life only a single year, but in that year she has helped me with so many things that have happened in my life both online and offline and I just want to thank her for being who she is. I feel like I've known you forever and I'm glad we found each other.

Thank you. Sincerely, completely and honestly. You have done so much for me in so many ways and even though I hope you know it, I wanted to vocalise it again. I want you to know how much I truly cherish you as a friend.

P.S. I guess you're an okay GM too... ;) <3

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Richard Johnson

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Location: Building B, Inside his room > Walking down Lagrange Street heading towards Building 4: Repair Shop

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The sunlight that so rudely streamed in through the window caused Richard’s face to screw up in an even more unpleasant manner than it normally sat. He blinked rapidly as his eyes scrunched up to keep the brightness out of his vision. “Stupid mother fuckin’ sunlight… ain’t it supposed to be fuckin’ winter or some shit…” He grumbled under his breath as he yanked the quilt over his head to hide from it and stretched his muscles out all at once, his back arching like his best pal Schrodinger’s did.

After five minutes of pretending that the daylight didn’t exist, Richard growled quietly as he threw the blankets from himself and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet thumping onto the floor. He rubbed his face, his knuckles digging into his sockets as he forced the dried sleep from their corners and he let out a satisfying yawn as he sat there, willing himself to get up for another day that meant nothing to him.

He looked around his room and his jaw tightened, this house always had him waking up with a bad taste in his mouth. Zoie had lived here and Dick still hadn’t gotten over her death. Yeah, he’d only known her a short time but she had slipped into his life in a way that he never thought was possible for anyone to do. She made him feel something for someone other than himself. He slapped the left temple of his head with the heel of his hand, as if it would make the memories and feelings go away, but as usual it did nothing. He took a deep breath and calmed the shaking that began to take over his hands as he sat there. A combination of his sadness, anger and the cold that was seeping into him as he sat half naked on the bed.

Richard pulled himself up and onto his feet and quickly went about getting himself dressed in his usual mess of clothing – slate grey denim jeans, stained white t-shirt, navy blue plaid shirt with long sleeves, black hoodie, leather vest with his biker patches on it, thick grey boot socks, black studded biker boots. He then grabbed the black fleece material jacket that had been assigned to him for working in the repair shop in the colder weather that had unfortunately slipped in. He didn’t much care for trying to get a shower with the weather being what it was – besides he was just going to get covered in grease and oil today anyway.

He left his room and walked downstairs, making a b-line for the front door. He was feeling a little on edge today, he could really do with a smoke and a drink but Lord “Captain” of Newnan had made sure that he was on a strict ban from the distillery much to Richard’s dismay. “Fuckin’ asshole…” He grumbled the insult to himself, mostly to make himself feel better, before opening the door and heading out into the mess of snow and ice. He carefully made his way down Lagrange Street and made his way towards his duties in the town as were dictated by his “best friend” Ash-hole. God he’d love to smack that guy in the face… This thought was what Dick used to keep himself warm on the walk to the shop.

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Agnes Brynja Johannsson

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Location: Building H: Her room > Kitchen

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Peace and quiet, exactly what Bryn loved. It was a good start to a cold morning and Bryn was feeling relaxed for a change. It had been a long time since she had arrived in Newnan and, although she had lost so many close friends since she had arrived her, Bryn was in a relatively good place these days. Sure, she still loved to keep herself to herself for the most part but she had formed new friendships and found good people to trust. She tried to focus on the positives, like Froggy had told her to do, and kept the negativity at bay as much as she could when she was within the walls of Newnan.

It was short lived when she heard the screaming voice of Sana bellowed up from downstairs in the kitchen. She snorted and a small smile crept across her features as she looked to the desk in her room. It was covered in tea bags, puddles of tea, scissors, pens, a glue stick, pieces of paper and a black piece of card. The black piece of card was folded like a greeting card would be and was laid open on the desk, inside of the card pressed against the surface of the desk. There was a small square of what looked to be golden brown paper on one side in a central position.

Bryn walked quickly towards the desk and grabbed the card, admiring her handiwork. She didn’t really know Tatiana and Jack all that well but they were both pleasant people and the town was in a happier place thanks to their big day. Well, for the most part anyway. She scowled as she thought of Dick and rolled her eyes before bringing herself back to her comfortable place. She admired her artwork and looked at the message inside; “May your luck and happiness grow. – Bryn.” For her, this was a massive thing, she never really spoke to either of them but as it was their day she wanted to do something nice for them. In her own way.

Running downstairs, Bryn saw Sana in the kitchen looking like she’d slept in the stables again and she smirked. “I needed teabags for this.” She held the card up and shrugged her shoulders whilst keeping the amused expression on her face. “Besides, I thought you liked tea, what’s the problem?” She knew full well what the problem was, she made tea in the coffee maker last night and hadn’t cleaned it out.

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Dr. Victor Bonheur

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Location: Building 1: His Quarters > Shower Room > His Quarters

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It had been an early morning for Victor as one of the younger girls, Anna, had been brought into the infirmary with a particularly violent cough. She’d had a pretty bad cold and it seemed to have developed into a sinus infection. He did what he could to help the young girl by ensuring she had the right antibiotics to clear the infection and had also given her something to ease the pain in her throat from all the coughing. She was sleeping now, the odd cough escaping her as she rested but Victor wanted to keep an eye on her so was going to keep her in the infirmary for a day or so to make sure it wasn’t anything else.

He grabbed one of the young men that helped to pass messages around the town for him to head over to Neisha’s place and let her know of their new patient’s arrival prior to her coming into the infirmary that morning. He didn’t want Neisha to worry unduly, she knew how protective she was of the younger members of Newnan when it came to their health. Neisha would also be able to do something better than he would at creating a non-medicinal way to ease the pain in young Anna’s throat. Satisfied that things would be in hand, Victor made his way to the shower rooms in Building 1.

Today was a big day and Victor was more excited than a kid on Christmas Eve at 11:59pm. He wanted to try and look his best when watching two of his dearest friends tie the knot. Hell, they were pretty much like his children and he couldn’t be prouder of them making this commitment to each other in this world such as it was. He moved as quickly as his aging bones would allow, washing and scrubbing everywhere. He even shaved! Not something he did very often as he didn’t want to waste the luxury resources that some others would enjoy more than himself but today was different – today he would watch Jack and Tatiana become a single unit together. They deserved him looking his best.

When he was done he made his way back to his quarters and sat by his desk. He looked at the wrapped present that was covered in the metallic silver wrapping paper that he had requested from Bryn on one of her last runs. Granted he had only asked for simple wrapping paper, no preference on what it looked like so long as it was clean enough, but Bryn had surprised him with the perfect wrapping paper for the wedding gift he wanted to bestow upon his children. For Tatiana, a book of Rorschach art that was missing a few pages but was overall in good condition and for Jack, a book on American History even though he was sure the young man knew it all but Victor liked to think he’ll learn something new. He had written an inscription to each of them on the inside covers and signed it in his own hand – legible too, not like his doctor notes he scribbles down.

He smiled to himself, both happily and sadly, as he thought about the last eight months. Things had changed, mostly for the better, but he still felt the loss of those that were no longer here. He did his best not to dwell on it, but sometimes he just needed these quiet little moments to pay his respects and keep his memories of his lost friends alive. It was all that was left of them in this world after all, people’s memories of them.

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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea No problem, might want to say to Sig about it since he mentioned something about it in his relations with Ray - i just doubled checked. I'll make the edit to Froggy's thing now to mention a crutch instead of leg. :)