Posts by Tessa

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    Deanna hadn't really listened to what Benny and David were talking about, do whatever they were plotting or doing she didn't really care. She figured Benny needed boy talk. By that, she means it's not just her talking to Benny every second of the day and making sure that she was comfortable around everyone. And by everyone she meant she was comfortable and making sure no one was there to annoy her besides her brother. It was almost surprising she hadn't beat the shit out of him too. They were always annoying each other while they were kids and even up to their young adult years. But after everything happened, it's like they have set up all these rules for themselves. Making sure no lines were crossed. Oh how it was just horrible actually. But was she going to reveal that to Benny and everyone else? No because she knew better.




    Hearing David speak to them, she turned her head to look at him, eyes softer than from the narrowing. "That's actually not that bad of thinking, David." She admitted, before feeling a chill down her back. She wasn't sure it was from the cold or just admitting that David was right. Wow, that was a different feeling. Clearing her throat for a second, she walked ahead away from them, beginning her trek down the hill. The blonde took very small steps as she began making sure she didn't hit a branch or trip and fall during it all. Honestly you wouldn't believe it, but Deanna used to be very very clumsy. Though it was a long time ago, sometimes it just still comes around. Dropping her gun during a fight, tripping over scrap metal at the store, just a bunch of random crap that happens to her. But thankfully most of it subsided in her teenage years and incidents like this are usually spread out and not in just one sitting.




    As Deanna kept walking, Benny stayed with David, before letting the stupid grin light his face. "Aw, you got approval from your alpha." A small snort came from him as he said so, quickly jumping to the side if he wasn't going to get smacked or anything. Benny was almost accustomed to Deanna smacking or hitting him when she got excited or if he said something he shouldn't. It's always been like that. Just imagine tiny Benny And Deanna as kids and him just saying shit by accident. It may be cute at first but that's until one starts crying and they both actually got in trouble. Those were simplistic days. Simplistic meaning that no one had to deal with zombie hoards and other monsters out there. Why haven't the government done something about that? They couldn't make something to kill off all the zombies st first? Bomb them or anything when they were smaller? It could've been smarter.




    "Lately she's been on edge. I don't know what it is, and I won't ask." The young man whispered, making sure Deanna didn't hear the two. "Don't worry I'm not asking you either, it's just there is probably a small explanation of all her outbursts lately." It's also possible that she wasn't this way before the apocalypse happened. She wasn't always too loving and boyfriends just couldn't keep up with her. Maybe she expressed her opinion too loudly or she wasn't the most loving of the bunch. Deanna didn't mind too much anymore since she shouldn't have to worry about the petty things of love. How could anyone in this type of terrain do so anyway? It just seemed like a hassle and this wasn't too much of a lovely place. But never mind about love.




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    But after a few minutes of stumbling down the Forrest hill and dodging a few walkers, they finally made it to the first building. One looked like more of a drug store, so with David's suggestion on getting medical supplies first they were going to go straight ahead. Straight ahead into the store. Well of course without precautions. The door windows were broken and that's how Deanna managed how to open up the door. Putting her hand through the opening and turning the knob to hear the click. Alright, they're in. Once Deanna had opened the door, she flung her pistol in front of her, ready to shoot if she had to. "Guys.." she sung quietly to them, not Knowing if they were behind her or not. "I think we are fine!" Her voice was a bit more chipper about it and let her gun and guard down.




    Turning to them on her heels, her smile died down a bit and spoke once more as an idea hit her. "Why don't you two go search the other thing while I search this place was wraps and shit alright? Unless you want to help me, David?" She wanted to smirk at him but before she could Benny had spoken up.




    "We will help you in here first! I'll go look in the other rooms real quick!" And with that, he basically power walked to the other places leaving the other two there. Fuck you Benny.




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    Was her fellow survivor complaining about the birth control pill box? Was he serious? Deanna couldn't help but cock an eyebrow at him. "You know I would be going for that box too, and i hope my significant other would've gotten that too." No, she wasn't talking about that where she was planning to have sex during the apocalypse. She was talking about not having a period anymore. Either it would make her have few periods or none all together. "If I were taking those pills I wouldn't have to worry about a period. Well... I don't have to anymore but that's not the point." Saying that, she put her gun within the waistband of her jeans, sliding over to a few more counters where there seemed to be more supplies. Deanna wasn't embarrassed about it. It was nice not having it anymore but that was a sign of very little nourishment and Most likely her body will stay that way.




    There were band aids and Neosporin on the counter and that was something Deanna snatched right up and put into her jacket pockets. Something she used to never use. The only thing she used to do it put a wet rag on it for about 30 seconds and then continue on with whatever she was doing. But now, she wasn't even going to risk it with how many viruses they have now and somehow turn up being zombified by just the air. Something she wasn't really looking forward to. Zoning out for a moment, her hands tapped on the wooden shelves thinking of all they actually needed. No one has gotten hurt lately so they still had a bunch of supplies back there. But no one could have too much of alcohol pads and bandages. Thank god no one in the group had an auto-immune disease or anything. They'd always be behind or just fucked all together actually. As David spoke, she slowly came out of her trance, eyes knitting together.




    "You want me to get Just you sweets for those nasty vitamins?" It seemed like a ridiculous question coming out of her mouth and honestly she couldn't help but an amused smile form onto her face. No. she wouldn't give up any chocolate goodness just to have a bottle of vitamins. "How about IF I find some type of candy I'll split it, how does that sound?" The question didn't come out as snappy since they didn't to be having a fight or just it wasn't even that bad. Walking away from where David was, her feet carried her to the counter, lifting herself up onto it. There was no reason to go behind it all confidently when you never know there could be a walker. Tipping her head, she didn't see rotting flesh or anything so she was in the clear. There weren't any candies yet, but she did move a few boxes around. And guess what she found? A small chocolate bar. (Gotta let them have a happy moment.)




    Swinging the chocolate bar up, she waved it around slowly. "I can already smell the sugary aroma." The blonde groaned, snapping the bar in half and putting David's part on the counter. Deanna would end up giving up most of her half to Benny since he was searching in a room alone and didn't know about the chocolate plan. Also add onto the part that it almost felt weird getting along with the other male in the room. Blue gaze glanced up at him, attempting to catch his gaze with hers. "You know I used to smuggle candy at dance recital every Friday after school. There was a local shop just across the dance school and the instructors always threaten to expel me." She laughed slightly st the memory, not even believing she was sharing this. "And then Benny came into the family and it got even worse."




    As the brother's name was called, Benny had popped up, having a honey bun on his mouth and vitamin gummy packs in his hand. "What?" Benny muttered, mouth full and smiling. "I got the last one so don't go asking for one." Putting the gummies down onto the counter next to dean, he pushed one off. "We don't really need that one. But besides that I think we should go look for food in that truck thingy. I'll lead the way." Was he always thinking about food or something? Well it must be nice since he's having some now.




    "You wanna follow him or with me?" She asked David. It wasn't really a question of most importance since they'd both be going anyway. Hopefully find a shit load of water and food. Hell maybe even a soda for old times sake.
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  • I'M HERE TO COLLECT YOUR HEART [p.tessa] IT'S THE ONLY REASON THAT I SING

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    At being told there was going to be -- or at least they were supposed to, she couldn't help but groan quietly. She usually looks forward to their lessons. But of course they have changed over the past few times. Instead of her being told strictly to stand up straight, shoulders back and basically sing till your lungs gave out it's been more... subtle. For a good 15 minutes it would be her just chilling on his couch or if he came up there to her, she'd show him the new costumes for her performances. Then when they actually got to the singing, she'd purposely make weird noises and act like Mariah Carrey's Christmas performance a few years back when her voice was cracking. It was nice to see Evan giggle at her antics and then she'd just hide her face behind the music sheets. "I'm sorry." Arabella mumbled quietly, right before Evan pulled her in for a hug.




    Her eyes closed as her head basically met his chest with tears height difference. Taking in his scent, she took in a sigh. He smelled of the underground and of his laundry detergent. It was a scent she had gotten used to and oddly felt like home. "I may not look like a toad, but today I will sound like one." She grumbled, feeling him pull away from her. It was nice while it lasted. Maybe she'll just be able to cuddle with him on another day. Whenever she wasn't busy or he wasn't deep into composing something. Her green gaze fell onto the cake, her eyes already lighting up at just the sight. Has she ever had chocolate cake for breakfast? Yeah, chocolate muffins were kinda the same, but they aren't. Cake is a beautiful thing and so was pie but that was asking for too much. Just cake will do. "You better eat some cake too, gain some weight." It was just a tease but hopefully it wouldn't hit him too hard.




    Ah yes, Evan's birthday. She's gonna have to figure out what she should get him. Well for one, probably something sentimental and then like, 'I thought you really need this' kind of present. At his dorky smile, she attempted to hide her's as he looked so proud. As he just took all of her worries away and found the cure to everything. Stretching out her neck, she attempted to see what he was mumbling about. She only saw coats and other clothes, which honestly baffled her since she had no idea when he went outside since last time he was so bewildered by it all. Well that reminds her to never get him a tiny garden that you can put in a pot. He might just end up scratching for all eternity.




    Seeing the box be pulled out, her smile grew bigger. It wasn't too big or too small. Her eyes glanced between him and the box, before he carefully set it down. "Shhh! Don't go spoiling it!" She plalyfully scolded him, tearing the paper off of the box. "This wrapping paper matches your eyes." And with that said, she opened the box up, revealing the kimono. A loud 'aw' sound came from her, pulling it out and holding it out. It was so pretty! Well it was to her anyway and since it wasn't too cold yet she would be able to wear it here. Or anywhere. Giving Evan a look, she leaned in, giving him a hug. A muttered thank you came from her before she stood up and slipping the silk like fabric over her.




    "I know it's not the most stylish thing I'm wearing at the moment under it, but that doesn't matter. Since it's cute." Bella would twirl, but she's not even going to attempt since she doesn't want to puke all over his floor. She's already passed out on it, he doesn't need puke on it. Keeping the grin on her face, she walked back over to Evan, leaning on the chair. "Thank you. I'll cherish this for a life time as long as I can fit in it." Saying that, a lone finger went to the cake, swiping some frosting off from the cake before proceeding to eat it. "Also I recommend us both eating a piece before i leave because I have to make an appearance that I'm still alive."




    (Of you want to timeskip to a certain point or if you think we should idk)
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    Deanna became quiet for a moment, watching the Younger of the three walk out, his confidence level high since he had found much more stuff than the two on their own. I guess it serves him better since he had insisted on going alone and was actually sometimes better at doing things alone. Unlike Deanna she actually enjoyed someone by her side. She'll never admit it, but it's something she'll silently love and keep her smiles to herself. It keeps her from thinking very sad thoughts and keeps her sanity. Something she'll be thankful for till the end of time, even if it was closer than she thought. She saw how Chris was turning out and honestly he scared the shit out of her. She wouldn't sit next to him when it was dinner time and also stay behind him when they were traveling place to place. She'd bless his soul but maybe it's gone now.




    Sliding off the counter top, she nodded his head towards David, walking a bit behind Benny so he was already out of the door. "You know I may end up needing some of the vitamin d." She muttered to David, as they finally hit the outside. The stench of the dead was already back and and she already wanted barf. "Since that's the only one I'll be getting." When she said the last part, it was much quieter but apparently not too quiet since she could hear Benny snorting in front of her. It was her small attempt at a joke and almost not. Only because it was true and people are bound to become deprived of things like that. Especially an intimate need, even though she wouldn't want to speak about that with anyone. Especially on the group with her brother around and then people she didn't particularly like in all a sense. "Yeah I would kill for a coke honestly. Even though most likely it'd be hot and not fizzy anymore, but just to have a bit of luck of that would be amazing."




    Blue irises landed on the storage truck thingy, scrunching her eyebrows together. There couldn't be anything in there, right? The doors were closed and it was locked. Deanna couldn't open this on her own at all. Sucking in a breath, she pulled her jacket around her just a bit more. "Go for it, you have the sharp tool." She told him, stepping away from the doors, pushing Benny back with her as well. The doors could sling open or just get hit in the face in general. While Deanna did ballet, Benny did soccer. The poor boy wasn't too bad at it, but at least more than 3 practices he'd get hit in the face or at least once during a game. It was amusing to see him get mad at it, but sadly she wouldn't see the humorous anger again. Now Benny just wanted everyone to look on the lighter side of life. Especially his sister. Always being negative and not following half of the rules. Sneaking out, not taking rests and going on zombie murder sprees in the middle of the night.




    It was amazing she was still even alive. She'd usually just be not as cautious and let the walker come near her at last minute and then behead them. She could get into more depressing details but that was something she didn't need to get into especially since they have supplies to worry about and night was approaching. "Please don't start hitting the metal really hard though. I really don't feel like running today and losing these bandaids..... And the chocolate I just digested." She gave him a slight look of sternness, waiting for him to open it up. Open up it like it was a present on Christmas morning. Just with less enthusiasm and making sure there was no screaming involved.
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  • I'M HERE TO COLLECT YOUR HEART [p.tessa] IT'S THE ONLY REASON THAT I SING

    Alright I remember some things. It's stuck in my mind because you know why not?


    Alright so fluff wise, we had the two sitting together watching the orchestra practice and then Evan with the 'oh shit moment I think I'm in love'
    -the singing can't help falling in love with he
    And then ANGST wise
    -finding out he's a high/key murderer
    -screaming all those sorts of bits


    im SURE there Were more bits but idk where lmao

  • I'M HERE TO COLLECT YOUR HEART [p.tessa] IT'S THE ONLY REASON THAT I SING

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    Five minutes. Thats the time Arabella had left of the ballet class and she'd be out
    Of there. Finally she was out of the boot, and her doctor had cleared her for anything she wanted to do now. That meant she was back in her pointe shoes and her full potential could be shown. She was tired of just sitting on the sidelines, cleaning windows, and being taught over class vocabulary that's been stuck in her brain since she was the age of 6 (she never really paid attention when she was three as she thought tutus were one of the coolest things ever.) But now she doesn't have the worry about that. Now she can dance her little heart out like the way she sings it out too. Speaking of singing her heart out, it was surprising that she hasn't lost her voice. All as of late, Bella has just been practicing with him underground and honestly she's starting to believe that her health is getting affected. Was she going to tell Evan that? No, not exactly.




    What she had told him that they needed to get out of there and do something before they started bickering. She didn't need to become annoyed by his voice trying to mimic hers And claiming he could go higher than her when she wasn't trying. Bless it. Glancing back at the clock, she noticed it was time to leave. Alright. Let's go. Walking away from the beam, she went over to her dance bag opening the top. The first thing she grabbed from the bag was some sweatpants, sliding them over her pink tights. Next was just a full zip jacket where her phone fell from the pocket. Oh shit. She was supposed to be keeping up with Evan's text. Surely he'd understand why she couldn't answer them for the longest time. Ms. Giry wasn't really being in the best of moods And Arabella had to listen to it all. If one understood what the students go through, they wouldn't bother them for a good few hours.




    Saying her goodbyes, the blonde woman ducked out of there, bag in tow and hand in the other. The last text she had received from Evan was where he told her that they'd meet each other in his box. Ah yes. When she was first told about his box, she was a bit skeptical. It was kind of weird how he just seemed to have one and no one even suspected him. Even though some of the stage workers informed her that It had been haunted for the best few years. Well, now she knows that that isn't true. It was just occupied by her boyfriend Evan. Or lover, or whatever spectrum they were on. She knew he didn't like somethings and certain things she didn't bring up. Like the night of her drunken passion and her Sundays with Rick. That was a no no. Only because he was a sponsor and who knows what the others are saying about it as well. Some girls with bitches and especially 'the queen on the opera house' Loretta. Lord knows what she says about everyone and especially what they say about Arabella.




    Making it to the seats towards the stage, she gave a few waves to the old conductor and to some of the people who were already in their seats to practice. Green gaze glanced up to Evan's box, eyes squinting a bit as the lights were on, almost blinding her. Small feet jogged to the stairs that would take her up to the boxes, whistling lowly. It took her a few moments until she actually made it up there. Pushing away the door, she saw the opera ghost sitting in his couch. Pretty much slouched over and doing nothing that would spook anyone. "I see why you call this your box. No one can see you from the sides and if anyone dares to look up they are blinded by the light," she spoke, making her presence known, "or it's your skin tone. Either way no ones gonna find out except for me." And with that, she gave him a kiss on the cheek, a big smile on her face.




    Thankfully her hair wasn't in her way from the bun it was currently in and she also wouldn't have to worry about missing anything from the orchestra. She was excited to hear their practice run before they really performed. Like she loved hearing the music she would be singing with, but just without her voice. Appreciating it more than one would outside of the business. She also hoped that Evan does as well. Yes she knows he makes music and for her, but that doesn't always mean he loves that kind of work. "I'm sorry I'm a bit late. Giry wasn't in the best of moods and my feet are killing me!" Arabella expressed, already beginning to unlaced the shoes herself. Hopefully they weren't bloody. Or too bad. She'd just cover it up with the slippers she always brought. As her hand got to the last ribbon, she could hear the instruments being tuned, already getting excited.




    Bella didn't sit next to him on the couch yet. No, she was too interested in watching the violin players. It reminded her of her father. Just sitting in the living room as her father played sweet music to her and her friends. Some would say it was boring while others were amazed of how fast he could go. Arabella being on the side just engrossed by it all. That's how she was going to end up like by the end of this. Leaning on the edge of the box counter, she turned back towards Evan as she heard the first few notes begin to play. Eyes were bright and she tried to keep down her smile by biting down on he bottom lip. "Maybe they'll play one of your's." But as soon as that came out, she jumped at the sudden sharps beginning to play. Oh yeah, this is what she lived for.




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    Everything seemed to have been going fine. Deanna was cutting up a few jokes, Benny and was smashing on a sugary treat and David was confident in opening the storage. It was surprising that Deanna had actually let David be in charge of it. She was usually on high alert. Wanting to do everything and making sure that everything went well. Her eyes didn't leave David as he took out the pickax, pulling on the chains and then the door. "David, just be quiet about a puppy and open the damn door." The blonde hissed quietly, though still a bit louder over Benny's munching. Though Deanna say anything over that? No, because she was afraid of she kept talking at this point, they'd alert some type of creature and then they'd be entirely fucked. Though she had nothing to worry about. There weren't any walkers around them at the moment, unless Benny was secretly one. Yeah just fine.




    When Deanna saw davids eyes slightly light up, she couldn't help but step a little closer to him. Was there food in there? Water? More medical supplies? She was fixing to ask him what he had found but she was silenced as the look in his face changed in a flash. The next thing that she knew, she saw a walker on top of David, jaws snapping, loud groaning as well. Benny hadn't even dared to shoot since his gun was too loud and Deanna, well she was scared that she would accidentally shoot David. She couldn't kill a fellow survival. Even though deep down inside, she was slightly hoping she could since the man was making so much noise! There was banging from the storage unit, davids struggling, and of course the screaming of the monster. This made Deanna want to scream as it did as well. Hands went over her ears and she could see Benny attempt to look for something on the ground to help the other man out. Though she couldn't worry about him right now. She could see him get the walker off of him,and that lifted her spirits a bit. Only that changed as she could hear the weird groans of distant walkers already on their way.




    Finally Deanna had noticed that the zombie was off of him but when he began to repeatedly stomp the zombie to death, even going to the point where he didn't need to do it anymore. "Are YOU fucking crazy?!" This time her voice was loud. She didn't care as they were already in deep shit at this point. She was about to grab him, but he had disappeared into the back and Benny had fallen suit. She knew Benny wouldn't jump on him, he'd help him out and try to gain the materials they all needed. Benny had taken the mineral water and placed it one of his pockets, before also letting his hands grab at Energy bars and little snack packets. The water, well Deanna could grab the water. The blonde was boiling at the moment and she had to cool down. "Hey, Deanna. You might want to come in here before any of the walkers do.." Benny's voice was weary as he called for his sister. Scared if she would pop off on him too. Oh Benny, don't be scared child.




    She had bitten down on her tongue for the longest time and at this point she was going to explode when David had come back into vision. When he looked st her with that fierce expression, she stomped up to him, getting into his face, grabbing onto the front of his shirt. "What the fuck was that, David?" She hissed, teeth bared from the anger that has built up. All she had wanted was an easy, easy gathering trip. Yeah people run into walkers, but he didn't have to be so goddamn loud about. "Trying to make Statement to something that's already dead?" She stayed silent for a moment, staring into the man's eyes showing the fury she had right now. Now, should she really be the mad over it? It want really his fault that a zombie jumped at him... but the stomping! The rattling of the metal and screaming, it was too much. Letting go of the fabric of his shirt, she walked into the truck herself, staying silent as Benny handed her water bottles to transfer back to their shelter. Now all she wanted to do was go back to the home, and get away from everyone. Maybe go back to fiddling with the radio.




    Her pace became quicker as she could hear the groans become louder, and then she started shoving the bottles on the side of her pants at this point, with one in both hands. Exiting the storage truck, she didn't bother to give David a second glance. "Remind me to get him a damn gun next time." Deanna muttered to her brother, cocking back her own gun after she placed the bottles in her jacket pockets for now. Just as expected from the groans, she could already see walkers popping up from the hill. Some jaws dislocated or even almost off. Bones poking out from the infected skin and all. Blue irises narrowed at the sight of them already raising her gun to shoot at them but then she saw one actually running towards them. Are you fucking serious? Eyes searched frantically around the area seeing that they were actually coming from different directions.




    Panic had flooded through her body, and she couldn't even know what Benny was thinking at this point, but it looked like he was ready to run. Pulling the trigger on the one that was running as fast as one of the survivors, she could see there was a opening toward their left view. "Let's Go This way! I'm sure we could outrun most of them back to the group!" And with that said, she was running. Fast as her feet could carry her
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    Deanna wasn't really listening to David at the moment. Him screaming over to her about him needing a gun, he was right she supposed. She wouldn't have to cover his ass or be worried about someone else doing it. Maybe she'd try to find him one if those prostitute guns and just stick it down his pants. That could work honestly. She wouldn't have to worry about him fiddling around with a big gun and the weight holding them down. Blue panicked eyes glanced back in the direction of benny and David. It seemed that Benny and Deanna seemed to be the fastest of the three. Well, they were always in sports. Parents wouldn't let them sit around, so they had to do something. Deanna was ballet, Benny was baseball. Might as well use it to their advantage. Maybe that's the only thing good that came out of the zombie apocalypse, was that it gave her a reason to run. But that's for another time. What they need to focus on is not dying. Especially when Deanna didn't know where the hell they were going.







    Her legs were beginning to feel like jelly, and her eyesight beginning to dwindle a bit because of everything rose going on around them. A few zombies were coming near her and she managed to get two away from her but one was still on her tail. Honestly it was something she should be worrying about but frankly at the moment she couldn't. Deanna had to make sure Benny and David weren't going to be bitten anytime soon. It was almost like she was a mama bear watching over them. And getting onto them because one is constantly fucking up. Which that was David today. If a zombie doesn't kill him tonight, then Deanna will in his sleep back at camp. She's not exactly passed it since David caused all the zombies to be aware of them. With their super hearing and some being faster than A Kentucky stallion. It was the truth in that sense.




    "This is the last time I take you with me!" Deanna belted out towards David, going to shoot one more billet, but the only thing she heard was a click. "Fuck!!" She almost threw the gun at one of the walking dead, but then she remembered they probably had some ammo back with Karlee. It would be amazing if they did, but what did she know. Hearing David scream about an alleyway, she figured he had a point. Her attention turned towards the surrounding area and he was right. They could take one and easily get out of there. As right now she could only rely on Benny and David.... really she should've brought her bat. Just swat those fuckers out of the way. But no, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.




    Last time she had that bat she swore she almost beat David. Or Chris. She wasn't exactly sure. She just remembers one of them got on her last nerve and she about beat the shit out of them. It just seems that David hasn't learned. Glancing back
    At Benny he seemed to be alright but out of breath. Though he was the one to swat at her, signaling to keep going. And that's just what she did.




    Benny was more near David in a sense and he couldn't help but stay next to his other survivor. There were a few more bullets in his pistol, and he'd be willing to help out his friend. Seeing the one that was still beside them, he shot at the once young man, aiming at his head. He wasn't too sure that if it fell down to be deceased for good, but he was sure that it got a bit slow. "Are you good man?" Benny asked, trying to project his voice to make sure it was over the groans and screams. Dark eyebrows scrunched together has he noticed that Deanna seemed to be turning. Turning into an alley? It seemed to be the direction that they should be going but still.







    THIS IS SUCH TRASH maybe another time skip. Idk
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  • I'M HERE TO COLLECT YOUR HEART [p.tessa] IT'S THE ONLY REASON THAT I SING

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    [fancypost bgcolor=White; border: none; width: 180px; height: 265px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 3px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 180px; height: 265px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width:180px; min-height: 265px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: arial;]Arabella couldn't help but send a small smile towards Evan's way when he spoke about Giry. As she was a hard woman, she was also understanding. Such as when Bella couldn't make it into practice the other week because of her mess up with alcohol. Though also take into thought that Bella did tell Giry that she had come down with a cold and it wasn't a hangover she was fighting. But whatever the teacher doesn't know won't hurt her. "I don't know, I think i may aspire to be her. Being feared doesn't seem too bad when you have authority." The singer teased, turning her attention back to the orchestra. "Plus I won't be able to dance like I do forever." But that will be a long time for now. Right now she just has to worry about not falling off the balcony to her death. Hopefully Evan had some type of grip if she decided to almost fall off of this thing.


    As the notes began to fill the large opera house, she couldn't help but close her eyes for a moment. It had been a long time since she just stood and listened to something. It wasn't her singing to it or dancing to it.... or it being paused multiple times because she wasn't paying attention and knowing when to start and stop on her own notes at that. "Evan don't be so dramatic, I love listening to your stuff so you should be appreciative of that." One eye opened as she noticed he was now coming up beside her and leaning on the balcony as well. Her mossy green eyes kept their gaze on him for a moment before proceeding to look at his hands. She knew they were much tougher than her's. Longer, bigger, And have had their share of calluses from all the instruments he played. But that's what compelled her to reach out and let one of her softer, tinier hands to grab onto his.


    She had become so accustomed to holding his hands now, and play with his fingers when she could. At one of their more casual lessons she had just done that. In the silence, just being with him seemed to be a rarity anyway. Now being cautious of whether or not she could try something without him being uncomfortable. But this was super nice. She tightened her grip around his hand just a bit as they became louder and the conductor seemed to be getting way into it. Stepping around his little space, hair whipping around, and unsuccessful dabs. It made the blonde giggle at it a bit, thinking that could've been even actually if he was, well, normal. You would think he'd be accepted, but for this business, everything has to be beautiful.



    "I thought they'd actually be practicing for the ballet that will be performing next week." She noted to him in hushed tones. Bella had leant in to speak to him, her smile a bit gone now as she was engrossed in what was below them. "Midsummer Nights's Dream at that." Ah yes, the one ballet that was picked out for this oncoming fall-winter performance would be the one based off Shakespeare's play. In truth and honesty, that play scared her. People turning into donkey's and other folklore... It was up there with swan lake. Though Bella wouldn't be in the main cast. For one, she was out for too many weeks on boot rest, and then there was the point of she had singing performances to worry about. Even though Loretta was complaining about that as well. And Bella quotes; [i]"That nasaly little blonde headed goose hasn't even been to any of the practices. Honestly she must be sleeping with the patron to get these parts!"

    		 And that really kicked her right in the gut over that. She hasn't said anything to Evan about and she rather not. Who knows, she might get a little rant on the Queen B anyway. But word travels fast and surely it'll get around to where Evan will hear it. Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she leaned into her much taller boyfriend, head resting on the lengths of his arms. Now all she had to do was focus on the violins for the moment since things had to become quiet except for the string section.




    (And then sometimes I wonder. Are we even in character oml help me JEsus)

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  • I'M HERE TO COLLECT YOUR HEART [p.tessa] IT'S THE ONLY REASON THAT I SING

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    [fancypost bgcolor=White; border: none; width: 180px; height: 265px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 3px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 180px; height: 265px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width:180px; min-height: 265px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: arial;][i]One...two...three...

    		 These words were counted in Arabella's head as an annoying high-pitched soprano kept whining in her ear. Her tiny hands had clutched onto the script they were given about two weeks ago. And for those two full weeks, Loretta had been complaining. How she wasn't the one in the starring role. How she wasn't being praised for everything she did at the school for the students and for the audiences that pay to see the performances. And all Bella could do was just listen to it all. The managers had told her that Loretta would live it down and accept her part, but that didn't happen. She'd just talk behind Bella's back, try to convince her to change roles with her, or just plain out try to prove she was better than her. It may be right, but with Arabella being stressed about her classes and performances, she's honestly going to start putting herself down like Loretta was.




    She had complained to Evan about it. Only she kept it to minimum, scared that he would just say, 'oh, that's just Loretta being Loretta.' Or even worse he'd just be mad about the Queen B complaining as well. Bella couldn't possibly know what he would think about it anyway since his thoughts and feelings were always everywhere. Though... Back to the matter at hand. "Ms daaè, please I assure you, everything would just go ten times smoother if you just gave me the role." Loretta mumbled, eyes narrowed down at the blonde woman in question. Though Arabella didn't say a word, she just stayed quiet, like the rest of the cast did. Only for her to hear the clicks of heels coming near her. "Come on you little-"




    Arabella stopped her real quick though. There was a quick step away from the older singer and a glare that could kill someone. "Can you not survive for one, damn performance of not being the lead?" Her voice was filled with anger and exhaustion as she snapped. Green orbs had narrowed on Loretta as Bella threw her papers onto the ground. "Because I can. Especially when you are just going to be whining about it. So just take my role and I'll take your silent little master piece." She spat before taking a good look at everyone and straightening herself back up. There were a few wide eyes and some 'oh shit' expressions. People knew Bella was spoken out, but not like this. But maybe the biggest shock is where she gave Loretta exactly what she wanted.




    Though with her straightening up and sucking in a breath to withhold oneself, she excused herself from the stage. The young blonde wasn't just going to sit there and watch Loretta have the glory that she wanted. Maybe she could text rick now and tell him he could pick her up early today. But then again, she could hang out with Evan. If he was near anyway.... Maybe her lover had seen the outburst. From his box and beat her down to her dressing room. All she knew is that she had to get out of there before she heard one more comment from anybody that'd set her off.
    It's weird because she usually didn't pop off like that. She had learnt to keep her cool and suppress things until they really needed to come out. Sadly, that wasn't happening today.




    Finally she had made it to her room, opening it and closing the door with much force. (Hell a slight slam was loud to her) And to he surprise Evan was actually there. Alright, that gives her something better than calling him on the phone or texting him to come on. "I don't know if you saw what happened out on the stage or not but I can't do it." Arabella began, taking a seat at her vanity, not even looking at the man. There was no hug, kiss, or even 'hello darling'. She didn't want to be so shrewd, but it's not like he's ever given her a coldish shoulder. Closing her eyes, she attempted at being calmer. "I'm not doing the part. Loretta will be fine doing it. She's got the sass I suppose."

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  • ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ [ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇssᴀ ♥]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/44a…8ITLi1qdpkdoo2_r3_250.gif) center; background-size: cover; border: none; border-radius: 400px; height: 80px; width: 60px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; background: url(https://68.media.tumblr.com/84…wyyuKCXw1r8lutfo1_500.gif) center; background-size: cover; border: none; border-radius: 400px; height: 80px; width: 60px; margin-top: 10px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/8fe…8ITLi1qdpkdoo4_r3_250.gif) center; background-size: cover; border: none; border-radius: 400px; height: 80px; width: 60px; margin-top: 10px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; height: 20px; border:none; border-left: 1px solid white; width:1px;margin-top:130px;margin-left: 7px;] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; font-family: arial;text-align: justify;color: white;width: 100px; height: 20px;text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 10px; margin-top:115px; margin-left: -40px;][size=11pt][i][b]Deanna Ruth[/size]
    [i][b]my friends are dead & gone[/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 180px; height: 265px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 3px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 180px; height: 265px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width:180px; min-height: 265px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: arial;]Once the small group was back into their safe zone, all Deanna could think in her head is that it was free game. David just had to stomp the shit out of that zombie and scream. Deanna understood that yeah, it was a walker and it was trying to get at him, but still. He could've done it quieter as zombies all around them were not rare anymore. There were plenty around them now that could jump them in an instant. Though... They looked a bit preoccupied with a deer carcass. It was better than them. Besides wanting to kill David, she was glad everyone got out of there alive. With her not having any more ammo left and not having really anything else to defend herself, she thought she'd never see it out of there alive almost. She couldn't leave Benny like that, it honestly haunted her to the core.




    Deanna stayed a bit Behind Benny and David, wanting to keep to herself. All she wanted was silence. Silence until they truly got back to camp and when to confront David. She'd try to keep her cool. Make sure they Karlee wouldn't have to rip her off of him or possibly even trigger Chris. The man was always silent and she wouldn't be surprised if the man just decided today was the day he snapped at someone. For all she knew he could've been a murderer this whole time. Possibly helping with this whole zombie apocalypse. Okay, no. That was totally off the charts... maybe Deanna actually be alone to her own thoughts




    Once they were back at their small store, Deanna emptied her pockets. There were two cans of soup and a water bottle. (She may or may not have stuck in her waistband.) Benny was carrying a few energy bars and two water bottles, already heading to put them up in their storage. Though her blue eyes stayed on David for a moment as he spoke. Nuh-uh. He was not getting away from her that easily. "Oh yes David. Just don't act like you didn't put all of our lives in jeopardy." Eyebrows narrowed at the back of his head, keeping up her pace as she got closer to him. Making sure karlee wasn't around, she made her move, getting in front of him.







    "What the hell were you thinking out there,David?" Her tone was hushed as she spoke to him, though one of her fists clenched tightly around one of the water bottles she held. "Did you just happen to forget those hellions out there can't fucking hear us? Or maybe that we are pretty much on the bottom of the food chain now?" Deanna took a glance and took one more step closer to him. She could smell the black gunk on his pant leg and actually see the different specks of brown into his eyes. It was hard to read his emotions through this especially since he could look away at any moment. Or hit her. She's been slapped by Benny but that was only because she was in a daze and wouldn't focus. Though it still happens her little dazes. Let it be starring at the ground or at someone in particular, they just happen.




    "Not to also add to the part of the excessive stomping that was not needed." Now she could see him if he had a gun. It's possible that he could've shot multiple times and gotten more zombies towards them and attack. That's something she doesn't even want to think about. Taking in a breath, she pushed herself away from him, turning on her heel. She wasn't going to walk away yet but might as well give him Space. "Abd don't expect to go on any other gatherings with me and Benny at least."

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  • I Shall read and you shall listen ( Open Plotting)


    Hello there!
    It's been awhile since I've made a plot thread. beisdes the copy and paste and using the same format but other than that whatever.


    My name is Tessa, and I've been on this website for about possibly four years now. I would say I'm a veteran but others could say otherwise. I would say I'm an advanced role player. I try to write about five paragraphs or more when writing a post. As well, i only role play ladies. So sorry my friendsI also tend to be on the more mature side. Tending to stay with my characters Above twenty years old and dealing with the piece of shit known as life. I also tend to cuss like a sailor it's been that way for a years now and it's not going away. Though of you are uncomfortable, I will try to tone it when.
    Anyway! I will list down below what I'm up for plotting with!


    • Historical fiction
    • Fantasy
    • Supernatural creatures
    • Apocalypse
    • Mature/ dark Themes
    • Drugs/ alcohol abuse help
    • romance
    • Outlander
    • Game of Thrones
    • Angst.



    That's all I can think of now, but if you have any plots, feel free to tell me pleaseB

  • The Longest away Back ( Advanced Open Plotting)


    Hello there!
    It's been awhile since I've made a plot thread. beisdes the copy and paste and using the same format but other than that whatever.


    My name is Tessa, and I've been on this website for about possibly four years now. I would say I'm a veteran but others could say otherwise. I would say I'm an advanced role player. I try to write about five paragraphs or more when writing a post. As well, i only role play ladies. So sorry my friendsI also tend to be on the more mature side. Tending to stay with my characters Above twenty years old and dealing with the piece of shit known as life. I also tend to cuss like a sailor it's been that way for a years now and it's not going away. Though of you are uncomfortable, I will try to tone it when.
    Anyway! I will list down below what I'm up for plotting with!


    • Historical fiction
    • Fantasy
    • Supernatural creatures
    • Apocalypse
    • Mature/ dark Themes
    • Drugs/ alcohol abuse help
    • romance
    • Outlander
    • Game Of Thrones
    • Angst.



    That's all I can think of now, but if you have any plots, feel free to tell me pleaseB

  • I'M HERE TO COLLECT YOUR HEART [p.tessa] IT'S THE ONLY REASON THAT I SING

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    [i][b]Actual Ray of Sunshine [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=White; border: none; width: 180px; height: 265px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 3px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 180px; height: 265px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width:180px; min-height: 265px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: arial;]Arabella opened her eyes to see Evan, his expression more annoyed than hers. But why? He wasn't the one that had to deal with Loretta on a daily basis, nor was he the one that was supposed to be singing on stage. Though when Evans's voice got higher and louder, Bella clenched her fists into a ball. She wasn't a fan of screaming or yelling. She never heard her parents scream. But then again her mother died too young for Bella to even remember anything of that sort. But just hearing it, her head was sensitive to sounds. It was surprising she could deal with the orchestra with her frequent migraines. Or it was a surprise on the first day they met face to face Bella didn't get one of her infamous headaches. But that didn't matter now. What mattered now was trying to explain to Evan as to why Loretta now held her role in the palm of her hand.




    "I can't deal with her anymore! All she does is complain and whine and beat me down." The young woman started quiet, turning around on her bench, green orbs meeting Evans's blues. Though what blew her off was his sudden sputter towards the end. I? We? What? Eyebrows began to narrow together but it was stopped at Evan's snap. The soprano couldn't help but jump slightly at the outburst, her hands coming together to fidget. He shouldn't be so upset about it. It wasn't his performance. It was her's. "I'll be fine not having the lead. It's not going to hurt my ego, you should seriously just be chill about it." Standing up from the bench, she noticed some hair falling onto the floor. Truly Arabella just wanted to reach out towards him. Tell him to stop for the sake of both of them. "Oh, sweetheart.." The sentence was quiet and mostly mumbled to herself. This had to be one of the first time she's heard him cuss explicitly like That. Damn. Her hands had began to reach out towards him but quickly went back when her phone began to ring.




    Rick? She'll call him back in a minute, let it go to voice mail for now. "It's not too bad. I mean, I won't have to go to all the rehearsals. I'll be free and I can hang out with you...." Bella was now trying to make light of things since well, she wanted every one to be calm. Yes, she was still annoyed but the bright side she had to look at. Though calming Evan was not an easy thing. It was like trying to put a fire out with even more gasoline. "Yeah, it would've have been nice to have the role and watch her suffer, ill make do." And with that her phone kept ringing. Bloody hell, couldn't he just wait a minute. But when she looked at her screen it was actually more than two calls. But not from just recently. Oh yeah, right. They were supposed to have dinner tonight with her his brother. Catch up with the family.




    Oh boy she had to go. But of course she wasn't going to leave just like that. She wasn't that mean. "Evan," she began, walking towards her coat-stand, grabbing her jacket and putting it around her shoulders. "I'm sure me and you....if we just worked harder.." Oh boy those weren't the right words, were they? She almost cringed at herself for it. "She can't be the leading soprano forever, just like I can't stay mad and stay here forever." As Arabella was trying to get the point across to Evan, that she had to go.




    "What if I come back after my dinner with rick and we can talk it all out, huh?"

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  • ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ [ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇssᴀ ♥]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/44a…8ITLi1qdpkdoo2_r3_250.gif) center; background-size: cover; border: none; border-radius: 400px; height: 80px; width: 60px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; background: url(https://68.media.tumblr.com/84…wyyuKCXw1r8lutfo1_500.gif) center; background-size: cover; border: none; border-radius: 400px; height: 80px; width: 60px; margin-top: 10px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/8fe…8ITLi1qdpkdoo4_r3_250.gif) center; background-size: cover; border: none; border-radius: 400px; height: 80px; width: 60px; margin-top: 10px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; height: 20px; border:none; border-left: 1px solid white; width:1px;margin-top:130px;margin-left: 7px;] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; font-family: arial;text-align: justify;color: white;width: 100px; height: 20px;text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 10px; margin-top:115px; margin-left: -40px;][size=11pt][b]Deanna Ruth[/size]
    [i][b]my friends are dead & gone[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 180px; height: 265px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 3px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 180px; height: 265px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width:180px; min-height: 265px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: arial;]Deanna's hands were clenched into tiny balls and she couldn't help but bite her tongue. She didn't breathe down his neck all the time! She wasn't even good had this go around! Though, yes she was getting on his case now, that's not the point. Once David was far away enough from her, she let out a muffled hummed scream. She was done with him, this store, and the whole goddamn world. How has she not had a breakdown yet? Or anyone for that matter. Karlee had to deal with everyone and how they acted with one another. Keep everyone in check and make sure supplies was good. Chris was, well, she didn't really know. She kept away from him. Though Benny, he came off as fine but Deanna knew. She knew that something wasn't right. He was bound to just break down on Deanna soon.


    Then of course, everything seemed like too much. Then with David on top of that, she really wanted to just get out and get away. She's not trying to say that he makes everything worse for her, it's just added stress. Stress that she doesn't want to deal with at all. All she wanted was to find someplace. Get away from all the undead and just [i]breathe.

    		 Alas, it'd be a miracle if that was to ever happen. Maybe if heaven was close enough for her, she'd go and never look back in this place. No second thoughts or anything of the sort. Could she take Benny with her? She's not too sure. Depends how it all was.




    Feeling a gaze upon her, she looked just right in time to see David's eyes on her. Bastard. Feet stomped in the dampened ground, passing by her brother and onto the bus that she basically called hers. The blonde woman could get away from everyone and just listen to whatever nature was left besides the moaning of the dead. She took a seat on one the beat up seats, starring down at the radio she was trying to manage earlier today. Even that damned thing wouldn't work. Her blue gaze stayed in a daze as they were on the radio. Just another thing that wasn't in her favor.




    "You know you can't stare at that radio for the rest of the night.." Benny's voice filled the bus, releasing Deanna from her daze. "If you stay In here for the night, you'll surely freeze." The younger of the two came over toward her, sitting in a seat across from her. Ah, as always little brother coming in to get Deanna into terms. Nice one. But from Benny's talking, the woman just let out an annoyed groan, turning away from him. "Dean, you can't look away from me forever. Nor deny that you actually don't hate David." Benny's eyebrows raised as he poked his sister, just to get a look from her. And that sentence did the trick. Her head moved to just give a glance at her brother, her eyes rolling at his comment.




    "I don't hate him." She implored, fixing her jacket around her shoulders. "I loathe him." And with that, she stood up from her seat, watching Benny's face fill with amusement. Deanna was just being a grinch and it was only because of what happened earlier and that was it. "If he'd just listen! Or if he would- would-"




    "Or if maybe you'd just let him do his thing and ease up on him I think you'd have a budding relationship... But who said that?" As Benny Interrupted, he also got up but he took a hold of Deanna's radio, getting ahead of the blonde. "Now come on, we aren't going to sit in here." And with that he was out the bus door. Deanna just stood there for a moment before running after him.




    By the time she was out of the bus, Benny had already ran his dumbass into the store, waving his hellos to everyone and setting the radio on one of the counters. His gaze went towards David, and gaze a smirk. "You know if we could get this working you could be off the hook." Though as the suggestion came out, Deanna came in and shook he me head. "I can get it done myself." Snatching it off the counter she proceeded to mess with the dials and antennas. She kept her back to anyone in the room as static filled the concrete walls, with a few different noises coming from it.




    Was this just a ploy for Deanna and David to talk? Who knows. Just she didn't want to speak to him. But she had to at some point. PLUS she had to keep safe from Chris.

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