As far as my storylines with the group go, I’m starting everything over again.
ERASE ALL MEMORIES OF HER HAVING ANY RELATIONS WITH THE GROUP.
Now, let’s get this started.
I need all TWD rp buddies that I can get ~ <3
(Source: crazyforjolie)
She grinned at the man’s words, shaking her head, “nahh, you’ll be fine. ‘Long as ye’ don’t mess with ‘em.” Serenity held onto him, resting her head on his shoulder lightly. There was something soothing about being around someone new - it was almost a relief. There was a new beginning there; she could move on from Shane and forget about all of those troubles she’d been having around camp.
“So what you say now, these people you’re with, they got a farm, animals, kids and water?” The bike slowed on the circular part of the drive right out front of the house and he looked back at her as he parked. “Been a long time since I had some water tasted better than a plastic bottle or a rusted out canteen.”
She smiled to herself as they rode along, her arms wrapped around his waist. It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the house and she slowly released him, “Yeah, got all ‘a that here.” Serenity kicked her leg over the bike and looked the handsome man over one more time before taking a step back, “Come on an’ I’ll show ye’ to my tent, alright? Then after that, I’ll get ye’ some water an’ somethin’ ta’ eat, yeah?” She wasn’t quite sure how the others - namely Rick - were going to react to the newcomer, but she didn’t care. They would be leaving soon anyways.
Boom - Headshot!: @Ren: Recap of convo.
Serenity followed his lead as he guided her over to the bike and watched as he climbed on first, rushing her to get on. She made a playful face at him before climbing on as well, her thin arms wrapping around his body as she lifted her boots off of the ground. “Jus’ head back that way an’ turn onto tha’ dirt driveway on tha’ right. Mailbox reads Greene,” she told him, her chin resting lightly on his broad shoulder. It had been years since she’d ridden on a motorcycle and she felt like a teenager again.
He revved his bike and pulled off, the road quickly dissolving into a blur as they passed the miles by. He saw the mailbox and turned, the wind ruffling his hair like an old friend. “I won’t be shot when I ride up with you now, right?” It was half-joking but he was trying to ascertain just where he stood in the scheme of things. It had been a long time since he had to deal with a slew of other people he didn’t know from Adam.
She grinned at the man’s words, shaking her head, “nahh, you’ll be fine. ‘Long as ye’ don’t mess with ‘em.” Serenity held onto him, resting her head on his shoulder lightly. There was something soothing about being around someone new - it was almost a relief. There was a new beginning there; she could move on from Shane and forget about all of those troubles she’d been having around camp.
She laughed at him, shaking her head. “Well, I’ve got a few bags back at camp. Heh, I have a car too - that’s tha’ only reason I carry ‘round so much.” Serenity’s smile never left her face, lighting up her features. “Calm down,” she laughed, taking a step closer to him and peered up into his bright eyes, “I’m comin’ with ya’. Heh, I was jus’ wonderin’ if ya’ wanted ta’ go now ‘er what?” She gestured towards his bike, “Well, come on then. I’ll cook up somethin’ good back at tha’ camp. I’m feelin’ a bit hungry myself — could only imagine how yer feelin’.“
His smile was ironic. “Ya don’t know the half of it Sugar Plum. I haven’t eaten proper since the restaurant near my house put raw human being on the menu.” He put his warm, rough palm on the small of her back, guiding her over to the bike with him. “I guess the calf-brain pâté wasn’t as appetizing to the patrons anymore.” He shrugged and straddled the bike. “C’mon Sugar, I don’t have all day to waste. We’re burning daylight!”
Serenity followed his lead as he guided her over to the bike and watched as he climbed on first, rushing her to get on. She made a playful face at him before climbing on as well, her thin arms wrapping around his body as she lifted her boots off of the ground. “Jus’ head back that way an’ turn onto tha’ dirt driveway on tha’ right. Mailbox reads Greene,” she told him, her chin resting lightly on his broad shoulder. It had been years since she’d ridden on a motorcycle and she felt like a teenager again.
(Source: kstewangiecrush)
RIP Mom<3
4 / 29 / 1958 - 3 / 8 / 2007
I only knew you for thirteen years of my life and you were my best friend.
I miss you more than anything in the world.
I will always love you and I’ll never forget about all of the fun times we’ve had together.
(Source: landon-talbot)
i am nothing without pretend
i know my faults, can’t live with them
i am nothing without a man
i know my thoughts but i can’t hide them
Boom - Headshot!: feartheundeadreaper: “Sorry, baby. That wasn’t for you. It was more…
“Sorry, baby. That wasn’t for you. It was more for a thief or whatever the fuck, one of them you know.” He sized her up and got careful really quick. “None of that blood is from bites right? I fucking hate those sons of bitches.”
She crossed her arms across her chest…
“Not that you need to know who the fuck I am, Miss Attitude, the name’s Reaper but normal people call me Danny. Given name was Daniel Treusch. And what the Hell can I call you? Battering Ram?” He grinned at his own joke and gestured at her. “Or human Pinata?”
She let out a bitter laugh as she glanced away from him for a moment, “Ain’t that cute? I’m Serenity Meyers, jus’ call me Ren.” A knot formed in her throat as she spoke the nickname that Shane had given her, but she tried to push him from her thoughts as she looked over the fresh face in front of her. “What’re you doin’ out here anyhow? This is tha’ middle ‘a nowhere…” she asked, genuinely curious.
“Sorry, baby. That wasn’t for you. It was more for a thief or whatever the fuck, one of them you know.” He sized her up and got careful really quick. “None of that blood is from bites right? I fucking hate those sons of bitches.”
She crossed her arms across her chest as she looked him over curiously, “Nahh. I ain’t been bit…” she finally replied, standing her ground. Serenity wasn’t in a good mood and it was definitely projecting. “Who tha’ fuck ‘er you?” she asked, her icy hues watching him carefully.
His feet were on the pavement before the car stopped completely, his only concern was a moving, person in the road way. Whether or not it was a Walker, it didn’t matter, it was a threat and he pulled his 9mm sidearm from the back of the belt on his pants. His posture was smooth, even as he moved stealthily forward and aimed at her. “You fucking piece of trash. Too damn back you’re already turned, I’d like to torture you some before I killed you.” But as he got closer he realized it wasn’t a Walker at all, but a woman that was battered and bruised and bloody beyond measure. “Holy shit! What the Hell, woman!? Say something now or there’s a bullet with your name on it.”
Serenity was making her way down the road, her body still beaten and bruised from her day in town. She hadn’t really looked at herself in the mirror, worried that she’d be upset with her current appearance. When she heard the car behind her, she just continued to walk, shaking her head - but when the man spoke up. Serenity growled under her breath, hearing his harsh words. Glancing back over her thin shoulder, she raised an eyebrow before turning towards him. “Ya’ wanna torture me, huh? Aren’t you a gentleman?” she asked sarcastically, her tone angry and sharp.
This is a random thought about this episode of TWD. Lori does NOT need another child — hell, she can’t even keep an eye on the one that she’s got. She didn’t even realize that he’d wandered off [when he went and got Daryl’s gun and went into the woods]. I mean, Rick was busy - he’s busy worrying about the group and trying to make good decisions for THEM. But Lori wasn’t doing anything. WATCH YOUR FUCKING CHILD.
Also, when Carl went to the barn to watch Randall get executed…
Lori acted fucking surprised when Rick said that Carl followed him.
Bitch, do you never pay attention or…?
(Source: landon-talbot)
