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~ Attack on Titan: The Western Siege ~ [OPEN]

@DrabberRogueHi! I do believe we are still accepting if you’d like to make a CS!

King's Pass Mountains

I am dropping my interest here, and I’ll keep an eye out!

The Walking Dead - Hell on Earth

Nathalie Soltero | Finn’s Shelter | Grant and Finn

Fear began to set deep within Nathalie’s persona. She began to fill it when the pit of her stomach began to feel hollow, as if there was nothing there but pure cold. The cold traveled up, towards her heart, then outwards to her limbs. Even though the night was hot and humid, she couldn’t help the shivers that began to form even though she stood her ground with her hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of her machete. Her eyes only broke from Grant’s when she would turn to glare at the men around her. They eyed her as if they were hungry dogs, begging for their master to throw a peace of meat at them. ’Disgusting’, she thought as her eyes went back to Grant. Once he finally motioned for the pigs to look away, she planted her feet down steadily in the creek’s bed and pushed her body out of the water, not once breaking eye contact as she exposed herself and her blade to him. “Thank,” she spat, before she turned around and made her way out of the water entirely. As she neared her clothes, her brows instantly furrowed as she grimaced at the male standing next to them. He was itching to turn around and look, but she wouldn’t have it. “Move.” Her voice was as if it was made out of ice and steel, as she bent down and snagged her clothes off of the ground. She quickly made her way behind a large tree and let herself crouch down for a second as she felt the panic begin to set it. It was as if there was a vice grip clenching her heart and lungs all in one, stopping her from breathing and sending waves of pain throughout her body. What had she done? Would they have left if she had not gone out to the creek? Finn and Nicole would truly hate her after this, and the safety she had so desperately desired would vanish in an instant. Nathalie’s breath came out shaky as she stood up once more and looked at the clothes she had in her arms. Her hair and body were completely drenched, which mean that soon her clothes would be too since they were giving her little to no time to dry off. “God damn it!” She hissed before struggling to put on her clothes.

Once she had reappeared in her wet sports bra and jeans, the men jumped on her and tied her hands to her back. They were clearly waiting for her to be done changing, taking little to no time to go behind the tree and grab her blade, all while leading her out back to the shelter. Her eyes began to fill to the brim with tears as she was pulled along like an animal, but the tears truly began to leak once her eyes locked with the familiar green eyes of the one person she trusted and failed. “Finn, I’m so sorry.” Her voice was quiet and broken, but enough for her friend to understand. The gun in her neck seemed to dig deeper as Grant heard and saw her pleading, trying to get her to shut up. Whoever had been holding her tied hands had been doing too well of a job, as the rope began to cut into her skin, causing her to feel a stinging sensation.

She listened closely to Grant speak, as if he was giving some sort of presentation to the two of them. The people around them simply smiled or smirked, nodding at their leader’s words as if it was prophecy. Her hair began to stick to her skin as the water from the creek began to mix with the sweat of the heat and anticipation. Nathalie’s petite body began to shiver more as she began to feel cold with anxiety and fear once more, her eyes never leaving Finn’s. ’Please god, if you’re up there, please don’t let them find Nicole. Please.’ She pleaded feverishly with her maker, hoping that at least one of them made it out alive and unscathed. She had long forgotten about her religion, but in times of need she could not help but to pray, because everything was out of her control.

As Grant started coming to his conclusion, Nathalie finally returned to paying attention, her eyes once again widening and a small yelp escaping her as the barrel of the gun came in contact with her temple. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to cry and sob and plead for her freedom, as well as Finn’s. Her pride did the opposite though, it told her to stand up straight and take her death sentence with dignity; to not let the scum around her see her cower in fear. After a minute of Finn not responding, all Nat could do was close her eyes as tight as she could to pass her final moments.

” "Have it your way. We'll play into your little game and join your little organization. Now let her go."

Her mouth fell open as Nathalie heard Finn’s words, her eyes fluttering open in time to see Grant’s malicious grin as he nodded to the man behind her. The gun quickly lifted from her temple and the sudden feeling of her wrists being cut free caused her to jump a bit before noticing how weak her knees felt. ’Shit’, she thought, knowing that she would fall sooner than later due to the amount of stress and anxiety she was feeling. Without waiting another moment, the young woman ran towards Finn, crashing into him and wrapping her arms around his waist, her face burrowed into his chest as she held on for dear life and not caring if she got him wet. If it wasn’t for him sustaining her, she would probably collapse or faint. She too this time to slow her own breathing, focusing on his heartbeat and breathing pattern even though it was a bit elevated. “Finn, I’m so sorry.” Her words were barely a whisper as she calmed herself. Her arms refused to let go as she stood there, hearing the two men speak; once she had control over her body and knew she could speak in a firm tone, Nathalie finally let go and turned to face Grant once more. “Tell us how you’re going to want for us to work with you right now. We don’t have all night.”

@Juniper@QT

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Scarlett Watson | Mall Parking Lot | Ashley

The woman watched intently to see if there was any sign of friendliness from the other woman she was seeing. After a few moments of hesitation, their hand also went up in a welcoming manner and Scarlett smiled a bit, following their lead and walking over to meet them half way.

“I’m afraid a lot of people here know not to shoot at me. It’s not a wise decision.” She smiled brightly as she neared the girl, looking at her closely and taking in her features. “Forgive me if I’m overstepping, but you look pretty young. Is everything okay? Are you okay?” Scarlett’s head tilted slightly as she waited for the girl to return her answer. Even though she was listening closely to her, Scarlett’s olive colored eyes roamed around the lot, watching as the sun began to create dark shadows. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be rude, I’m Scarlett. I actually don’t stay in this area too much, but I do frequent it because this mall still has clothes and even pads and tampons if you look in the right spots.” She smiled a bit at the woman, turning to look down the street. Although she kept a calm demeanor, inside she was filled with dread. “I’d hate to bring this out of no where, but do you want to go to the mall with me? I think there are too many visitors in there and there’s safety in numbers.” She guessed that she possibly seemed to friendly for the girl. Everyone was now aggressive and too defensive. This was something that never changed within Scarlett; her want to help others. She just wanted the people around her to feel safe and comfortable, even in the hell that they lived in.

@datadogie

The Walking Dead - Hell on Earth

Scarlett Watson – Mall Parking Lot – Ashley

Although the days were almost suffocating, the wind that blew in Scarlett’s face while riding her motorcycle was a welcomed feeling of freedom. She felt as if she had wings, but she could not fly for too long. The sound of her softail slim would soon draw out the walkers, and she needed to make sure they would not show up at her desired destination. She reluctantly slowed down to a halt, making sure she went off road and came to a stop behind a hefty bush in order to hide her bike. She had ridden for several miles now in order to get away from her problems and to check on a certain storage that she had been keeping fully stocked for several weeks now.

As she made sure that she couldn’t see the bike from any angle, Scarlett assessed the items that she had in her possession; her gun, machete, backpack with a water bottle, and a box of cigarettes with a lighter. “Not much to go on. Time to grab some food.” The blonde slung her backpack over her shoulders and slid her arms in, in one swift movement. Her destination in mind was the mall, but she had to go down a block at least before getting there, and that was where her biggest problem lay. The walkers usually stuck around to this area, mainly because there were so many people coming and going at all hours of the day. Not to mention that dogs usually made their shelter in shops at the mall since people had broken several glass doors, and those fuckers barked too damn much.

As she made her way down the block, she made sure her footsteps made little to no sound. The street was awfully quiet and empty, it was almost too weird. Usually it took Scarlett longer to make her way down the block due to the walkers obstructing her path, but today – even with her bike’s roaring – there were none. “Where the hell are they?” She muttered as she began to near the mall’s parking lot. That’s when she heard it. The moans and groans of the dead that were either near the mall or inside. There must have been some commotion to get them all to move this way. As she turned the corner she, her brows furrowed in a mixture of frustration and confusion. Many of the walkers were actually crawlers. It looked like their legs had been run over and they stuck to the ground with only their arms reaching out for their next victim.

Sighing, Scarlett unsheathed her machete and began to dig it straight into the skulls of the dead. She only killed the ones she needed to in order to get to the mall. She hated killing in general, whether the victim was alive or already dead. As she made her way closer, clearing a path, the woman noticed a blonde girl walking. She seemed young, younger than Scarlett by several years at least. Was she a teenager? What if she needed help? Scarlett’s humane urges come through first, causing her to reach up and wave towards the girl before she could even realize what she had done. She was on the run; she shouldn’t have done that.


@datadogie

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Nathalie Soltero | The Creek/Finn’s Shelter | Grant Coleman

The sun had set faster than Nathalie had anticipated. How long had she spent out in the water? She raised her hand up above the water and noticed her fingers hadn’t gotten wrinkly yet. It couldn’t have been that long. Shrugging, she returned to washing the dirt out of her hair, setting the machete in a small nook right above the water but below the ground level.

As she ran her hands through her hair, something started to seem off. A chill ran through her spine and she looked up immediately to see if she could find anything out of the ordinary. She could sense if in the back of her head; eyes piercing her skin. She was already naked, but she felt as if the stares were going to undress furthermore. She slowly reached for her machete in her hidden nook, slowly dragging it underwater to not bring any attention towards her movements. The leaves began to shift and move around her, twigs cracking underneath the heavy feet of her ambushers. Nat turned every which way but could not see where the source was coming from. She could tell it was all around, but there was no point or head of the attack. Furrowing her brows, she sank herself into the water, keeping only her nose and eyes above the surface so there could be something between the assailants and her body.

After a clear minute of pure anxiety and disorientation, her eyes finally stopped as she saw a figure emerge. The first thing that caught her eye was the glistening of a weapon in the person’s hand. She looked up to see a smiling man appear from the darkness, the image itself made her skin crawl as she treaded backwards in the water.

”Look around you, you’re surrounded.”

Nathalie took that time to take quick glances either way; he was right. There were men lining either side of the creek and one by where were clothes lay. There was no way she could get out and make a run for it even if she wanted to, and she didn’t have her gun. She listened to the man speak about how they were planning to wait until the morning but decided to take advantage of the situation in which she was out for a swim. “What the fuck do y’all want.” The woman spat at him, venom in each word as she glared at him. She was not new to these situations, but what was new was that she was already fully naked and no one had even laid a finger on her yet. She was taken a bit by surprise when the man encouraged her to get dressed. ’What?’ Even the voice inside her head was confused. He wanted her to cover up before what, robbing her? Raping her? Killing her and her companions?

”Let me get a piece of that fine ass first though!”

Nathalie’s eyes widened as she heard another man speak out, her face going red with rage as she turned around. If looks could kill, she would have killed that man ten times over. She heard their leader threaten him to shut up and threatened the rest with the same punishment if they tried the same. At least he had some type of respect for women. “Try that shit with me and you won’t even get the chance to come back as a walker you piece of shit.” Her glare continued to bore into his soul as she spat towards him before turning back to the initial mad who spoke to her. He introduced himself to her, as if that changed the fact that they were here to commit crimes. “I wish I could say the same. You seem like a fine man, although your actions clearly show different.” Nathalie tilted her head slightly before lifting her hand to push her hair out of her face. “I’ll get dressed, only after your punk ass men look away. I won’t give them the privilege and pleasure of seeing me undressed.” Her hand tightened its grip around the hilt of her machete underwater, she had yet to pull it out of the water in case anyone tried to get in the water with her. She would rather die after killing a man that tried to touch her than to let herself be manhandled. “I will take my clothes and change behind that three right there. I will not be changing in front of any of you.” Nathalie held her chin up to show that she would not back down, gun in her face or not. If this man was willing to kill one of his own for even thinking about violating her, he must have some kind of decency and respect for her wanting to change out of view.

@QT@Juniper

~ Attack on Titan: The Western Siege ~ [OPEN]

I’ll start working on my cs tomorrow

The Walking Dead - Hell on Earth

Nathalie Soltero | Finn’s Shelter/The creek | Finn & Nicole

The aroma of something warm tempted Nathalie to wake up by appealing to her stomach. She turned over to find a comfortable position in her bed, sighing silently before feeling herself go deeper into her sleep.

“Nati wake up!”

The voice seemed familiar. Too familiar. Nathalie groaned in her sleep, shifting a bit as she reached for the covers.

”Yeah Nati, wake up!”

A softer voice from nearby giggle almost immediately after the first. Suddenly, Nathalie found herself sinking into her bed as she felt two people crawl on and jumped around, laughing and ripping the covers off of her. Nathalie’s lashes fluttered several times before her pale blue eyes could focus on the two girls hovering above her, waiting for her to wake up. They were her sisters, Alissa and Rose. Confusion clouded her mind as she saw her beautiful girls giggling and helping her sit up in bed, their hands already moving to Nat’s hair to braid it. ”Mom’s making my fave, meatloaf with mashed potatoes and sweet corn!” Rose nearly sang as she told Nathalie what their mother was making for dinner, smiling widely as she braided her older sisters hair. Rose was only 14, but she was a fountain of talent and could do anything she put her mind to. Alissa was the same as well, but way less outspoken. She was of few words but showed everyone she was a badass through her actions. ”Nati, why didn’t you tell us your boyfriend was coming over?” Rose’s giggles soon turned into high pitches laughter, Alissa finally breaking and joining in on the laughing. Although Nathalie was beyond confused, what Rose said ripped her out of the initial shock and sent her into a near panic hearing that word. “Boyfriend?!” Her voice rang clear in her room, the faint echo catching her attention. She looked around and saw in awe as she recalled her old room, just the way she had left it. “Who told y’all... Now when have y’all ever seen me date someone? What is going on here?” The only response the young woman received were delighted giggles as the girls finished her braid and made off downstairs, their feet sounding like gallops as they raced down each stair.

“What the hell?” Nathalie stood in front of her old mirror, looking at herself. She was dirty. No, she was beyond dirty. Clearly she had gone through hell and then some, yet she wore a simple tank top and shorts. As she looked down to her clean clothes, the clear clash of her dirty and mud splattered skin made her feel as if something was truly wrong, but she couldn’t put a finger on it. She kept staring at her reflection, noticing that she wasn’t as thin as she had just seen herself a few days ago. Her flattering curves were back, her hair was shiny, and her nails were manicured. “But why am I so fucking dirty?” She tried rubbing off some dirt from her arms but her mother’s voice rang clear through the halls as she called out for Nathalie to go downstairs for dinner. “M...mom?” Without thinking twice, Nathalie sprinted through the halls, nearly jumping down the entire staircase in order to get to the kitchen. She passed the dining table where her sisters sat, both smiling widely and whispering little secrets to each other. Nat shot them a look but continued past a door into the kitchen, her jaw dropping as she saw her mother getting together plates as a man behind her filled some cups with soda, his back turned to the women. “Mom?”

”There you are! Oh I love it when your sisters braid your hair Mija! Andale, go sit down before your dad gets home, he’s going to be starving. Oh, I also invited your boyfriend over, you didn’t tell me he was so handsome! Que guapo!”

“What? Mom I’m not - who is this?” She pointed to the man who had his back to them, only to take a few steps back when she realized who it was. “Finn?” Her voice cracked a bit but the man turned in response, grinning widely at her. ’Why the hell is Finn here? Where the hell is his sister?’

“Finn, where’s Nicole?”

Nothing. The blonde man’s face didn’t even flinch. His green eyes didn’t blink. It was as if she had never said anything. “Finn! Where is Nicole?!” Nothing once more. Nathalie turned to look at her mom but she simply stood there looking confused, as if replicated Nat’s own confusion. The sound of a door opening and closing caused the petite woman to jump, her head turning quickly towards the door she had just came in through. “Dad?” Curiosity got the best of her and she left the two in the kitchen to go see who had just came in to her fucked up house. Indeed it was her dad, although, something was wrong. He seemed off, his limbs didn’t move the way a normal human should be moving. His clothes were torn and the look in his eyes, well there was no look. A blank stare straight into nothing. “Dad, what’s wrong?” The only response that she could elicit was a gargling groan from the man, which caused two more groans to echo from behind Nathalie where the dining table was. She turned to see what had responded in the same manner as her dad, and it was her sisters. Their smiles were gone, everything that was so animated about them was gone, and they seemed to also stare into nothing like their father. “Mom? Something’s wrong with the girls and dad.” Her voice was in no way loud, but it could have been clearly heard in the kitchen, as her mother also made her way towards the dining room. All four of them mirrored each other in the most disturbing way; they were all dead. Dead, but moving, and they were making their way towards Nathalie with their arms extended in any way but welcoming.

“Mom? Dad?! Stop!” Her voice grew more shrill with each word that escaped her lips as she moved further back. She began to realize what was happening, and what would soon happen to her if she didn’t run. “Finn! Finn please! Nicole, help!” Tears began to stream down Nathalie’s face as she began to climb into furniture to escape the grips of death that her family seemed to promise her.

~

In Nicole’s cot, Nathalie practically thrashed around, covered in sweat. Her screams in her dreams came out as murmurs and mumbles as she tried to cry for help. In a fraction of a second, the woman woke up gasping for air, her eyes wide open as if she had just been brought back to life. She had sat up at the same time as she had woken up, seeming almost cartoon like in her action. Sweat rolled down her face and tears dropped from her eyes. It took her a second to realize that she was not in any danger, and that she was safe with Finn and Nicole inside of their shelter. “God damn it!” Nathalie hissed as she pushed off as much clothing as possible. She set down what must have been Finn’s jacket on the cot before setting down her own, then continuing by taking off her long sleeve black shirt. She remained in her sports bra and her jeans with boots although that still seemed to be too hot. “Nic?” Nathalie walked over to Nicole, smiling as she saw the young girl cooking. “So grown up,” she grinned a bit as she ruffled Nicole’s hair. “Hey, is there a place I can freshen up? It’s so hot and I just need to splash myself with cold water.”

Nicole had explained to Nathalie that there was a creek nearby, just a few feet away from the shelter and secluded by greenery. It was the perfect place to have a picnic if there wasn’t the impending danger of being killed my living or dead. Nathalie had begged her to let her go for a few minutes to clear her mind and get some cold water on her skin. It was clear that the young girl didn’t feel comfortable due to her older brother being asleep. She mentioned waiting for him to be awake so he could accompany her, but Nathalie insisted that she would be gone just a few minutes and that she would only take her machete to show that she wouldn’t run off. “Plus, my clothes will still be here. I will not run off without a shirt. I’ll be fine, I promise. Remember, I always keep my promises.” Nathalie smiled sweetly at Nicole, finally getting the girl to agree. Before letting her out, the two double checked to make sure that there were no dead walking below and that there were no living in sight. Once they were in the clear, Nicole helped Nathalie down and told her to return in five minutes or she’d wake up Finn to get her.

“Just five minutes,” Nathalie whispered before making her way towards the directions she was given. Just about a hundred feet or so, possibly more, and Nathalie could hear the sound of running water. It was ever so soft, but just enough to already wash some relief over her. They were right about it being completely hidden from sight. It was like a hidden gem in the middle of so much chaos. Pushing past the greenery, Nathalie’s eyes opened wide with excitement as she saw the crystal blue water flow slowly. It must have been a natural spring since it didn’t really seem to be coming from any where. She immediately started looking out for wildlife. While the place might’ve been secured of dead by Finn’s traps, gators and snakes respected no rules. Fortunately for her, it was clear. ’It’s mine. It’s all mine for now! I get a piece of heaven all to myself!’ Nathalie’s eyes brimmed with tears as she crouched down to touch the water, it was unbelievable refreshing and just the right temperature to cool herself down. She began with splashing her face, then the back of her neck, then her arms and in top of her chest above the sport bra line; it wasn’t enough though. She needed more of it. She wanted to feel clean and refreshed like she hadn’t in almost eight or nine months. Hell it might have been a year for all she knew, since the outbreak had felt like it happened centuries ago. Biting her lip, Nathalie’s eyes shot up to look around to make sure no one was there. ’Just for a minute’, she convinced herself as she quickly took off every piece of clothing she had on her body, including the shoes. Her eyes scanned the water until she found the perfect spot to walk into and sink herself in. It was possible the deepest part of the creek, only about four feet deep, but it was enough for someone of Nat’s stature to be able to go right in and keep herself semi hidden. It was paradise, even if it was for a short moment.

@Juniper

The Walking Dead - Hell on Earth

@RedVII you should get with QT in regards to antagonist plotting. He had a very good idea for a group!

The Walking Dead - Hell on Earth

@Belle Please let me or any of us know if you need anything in the meantime. Love you

The Walking Dead - Hell on Earth

@Belle Hey, Scarlett is about to pull up to the parking lot if you’d like her to interact.

~ AoT: The Western Siege ~ Interest Check

<Snipped quote by LetMeDoStuff>

Not sure many of them are around on the guild these days. Could ask Ambra, and in extension, Solace. Not sure about Frost (he's probably busy with work anyway), but you could ask @Wolverbells to talk to Proxy, Jinxer, QT and Llama.

@Kuro

I can try. Llama doesn’t RP anymore and Both Jinx and Proxy are parents so it might be tough but I’ll still ask.