Irisity

Walking Dead: Across the Pond

I start school back on the first Monday of August (friggin amurican school schedules) and I put my studies first but I will try to post at least once a day

Walking Dead: Across the Pond

Georgia narrowed her eyes at Jack, gripping her bat tighter. She slowly walked by him, ready to turn and bash his head in if he attempted anything. When he didn't do anything, she took off after the nerdy guy.

She quickly climbed the ladder, wincing every time it groaned at a shift of weight. She reached the top and found two more people along with Justin on the roof.

She held her hands up, then said,"I'm friendly if you're friendly."

Camp for Troubled Teens~

Sal heard all the yelling outside and decided to check it out. Vik and Marc were yelling at two boys. One was a camper Sal had marked as a trouble maker. She smiled on the inside.

"Hey!" she yelled out. "Anyone in need of medical attention?"

Streets on Fire

Logan is known by lots of city officials and she can trick them into doing _________. You guys fill the slots, I have no ideas at the moment

Walking Dead: Across the Pond

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Walking Dead: Across the Pond

Georgia looked over at Jack. "I don't think I want to get tipsy when a bunch of corpses are walking around outside," she scuffed. "Anything new out there?"

Georgia kept her bat out, but let it rest at her side. She didn't trust either of these men, and if they turned out to have harmful intents, then she had to be ready to defend herself.

Walking Dead: Across the Pond

Georgia gave the guy-what was his name? Jake? Justin?-a weary look.

"What for?" She asked, still not putting all her trust in him. He may look harmless, but he could have a few tricks up his sleeve.

Camp for Troubled Teens~

Sal dusted off the lunch tables in the mess hall. She wasnt exactly a cleaning maid, but Zachary was sill outside and Marc and Vik were making dinner, so someone had to do the job.

"Jesus Christ, this camp hasn't been used in fucking forever to have this much dust all over...well...everything!" She groaned to herself.

The Compound

Jennelle put her hand on both their shoulders, trying her best to calm them down. "This is a place of worship and peace and purity, not violence and arrogance," she said, her voice low. "Carry it out if you want. Beat on each other until you are dead, but God will have much worse punishment on you in the after life if you, if all of us, continue this way."

Streets on Fire

Logan needed to forget today. She needed to drown in alcohol and fighting. Best place to do it was here. She couldn't quiet remember the name of the place. The alcohol made her head fuzzy and warm, taking away both important and bad memories.

"More shots please," she slightly slurred out. The bartender came over with another round. Logan placed the money she owed him on the table. They knew she was a Wolf, so they have her a major discount. She looked over at the bartender and saw him charging an Asian guy way too much. She chuckled to herself. He was glad she joined the Wolves and any other gang, or even stayed out of it all. The Wolves were vicious, sure, and very demanding, but they had multiple perks. Like not having to pay ten bucks for one beer.

Logan knew one of her...coworkers would be having an appearance tonight. Deon was the best of the best, and she knew if she bet all her money on him, she'd certainly get a very kind amount in return.

She finished her shots and got up from her stool, wobbling a bit. She moved towards the railing, a bit away from where the Asain guy stood. She watched the current match play out, switching who she was routing for each time one got a hit. She would always be on the winning side, no matter what.