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♡ , killer and a sweet thang .
LET NOT LIGHT SEE MY BLACK AND DEEP DESIRES .
arden rose , twenty - six , former bartender .
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Nat saddled up to the girl, scuffing the toes of her boots on the dirt ground. There was something off putting about the woman, all sharp angles and sharp gazes. Yet Nat offered her a small smile none the less, more out of politeness than anything else. “I mean, i don’t really know.” she shrugged “-theres a reason he’s King and no one else is right?, Like, he must be doing something right.” Another shrug, as if she had spent most of her life shrugging of questions like that. “What do you think of him, do you like him or not?”
“ if you really wanna know what i think . i think he’s keepin’ things sweet . i bet it’s chaos behind the scenes , but he’ll sugarcoat it , for now . until it gets to the point where he can’t anymore . ” it’s hard to pinpoint something about somebody you vaguely know , can’t put a finger on it , but somebody’s atmosphere alone can tell you everything you need to know , arden knew this , and didn’t want high hopes to cloud every instinct of caution and her own safety that she had engraved into her mind since the infection began . “ maybe nobody else will step up to the job . these people are confused , angry even . who would want to deal with their questions every day? ”
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“Isn’t safe kind of an illusion now as it is?” He quired back to her, unmoved by the intense look in her eye. Nathan was after all a soldier whose passed was mostly a file of redacted missions that took him all over the globe. That was before the pandemic and the world went to hell in a handbasket. “I’ve heard worse advice.” He shrugged it off, and honestly, in these times, sometimes it wasn’t the threat from outside the wall that you had to worry about. He’d seen plenty of violence between people that weren’t of the undead variety. Survival was the thing on everyone’s mind. “I’d say keep a gun under the pillow, better safe than sorry.”
her gaze is half - lidded , with dark lashes that look almost innocent over deep brown eyes . “ i’m more of a knives kinda gal , y’know? don’t like the noise a gun creates . ” there's something about that kind of resolve and fighter's instinct that draws her attention , and she takes a moment to take in the stranger’s appearance and energy . “ name tags would’ve been handy . i’m arden . and you are? ” it crosses her mind that it wouldn’t hurt to at least get to know everybody . after all , if they were to die at the hand of an unknown infected , may as well die around people she’s familiar with . she’s been a stranger to most far too long , and it was beginning to look suspicious .
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sierra hasn’t had banter like this in a while ; everyone around here was a little too serious for her taste so it’s refreshing to have conversations like this. she almost feels normal. almost. “ i guess i can quit my day job and become a gold digger now. ” one brow raises in amusement ; a bartender made it this far? hallelujah. “ it’s nice meeting you , arden. i hope your skills haven’t faded because i’m in need of a serious drink. ” she shakes her hand firmly , a genuine and friendly smile on her face.
a hum sounds within her throat , lips peeling into a wide grin . “ people still need a good bartender , now more than ever , and with the amount i drink i definitely won’t be forgetting how to make a good martini any time soon . even if i do prefer whisky neat . ” arden places one foot before the other , a coy suggestion to get moving and avoid the crowd of angry / scared people . “ what’s your poison then , sierra? ”
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Arms folded over her chest, Tony glanced over at the brunette. A scoffing huff exited chapped lips before she spoke “safer than being out there in a tent” they should be grateful to be within the walls, not giving people a hard time for something that was outside of their control “Always have- the infected are predictable. Humans? Not so much”
that tone of voice immediately snaps her to attention ; but her look is far from meek . “ and what do you think will happen when this thing attacks us , hm? ” arden’s head lolls to the side , dark hair falling over her shoulder . feet pacing in the other’s general direction . “ they’ll pack everyone inside like a can of sardines and ring the dinner bell . do we look equipped for something we don’t even understand? ” shrugging half - heartedly , she looks from the dispersing crowd around them to her . “ and you’re right . infected are predictable . but this one isn’t . ”
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“ oh what a luxurious life you live. ” she continues the banter , turning to face the raven - haired woman. “ lucky for you i can help with that. ” any excuse to get drunk was a good excuse in sierra’s book –––– so taking this stranger along with her seemed like a great idea. “ i’m sierra by the way. ”
“ just wait ‘till you see my daddy’s trust fund . ” arden allows herself this moment of fun . after all , it’s the end of the world , and there may be something lurking out there to finish the job . “ if you’ve got the ingredients , i’ve got the know - how . i was a bartender before this ... shit show . ” leather - clad arms gestured to the vicinity around the two , before one extends out just a little further waiting for sierra’s hand halfway . “ arden . ”
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kapccr:
Nat glanced over her shoulder, confused, to see if the woman was talking to someone behind her. When no one seemed to be there, Nat glanced back, a dark brow of her own rising. “Ok….like, are you talking to me?” Nat asked, resting a hand upon her breast bone. “-cause like, i’m knew….and you don’t know me” Nat could only stare back at her, confused and a little but surprised someone would try to start making friends in such a passive aggressive way.
“ wow , you’re right . i don’t know you . ” the feigned shock doesn’t linger long on her harsh features before it melds back to it’s original dead - pan appearance . “ you missed the welcome party , unfortunately . ” arms remained crossed over her chest , the exaggerated curve of a cocked hip lead down a lean leg . “ what did you make of the kings speech , anyway? ” arden takes the time between the question and the answer to observe in detail just who she was talking to .
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hermit-edmund:
No response came to the woman’s question. Some did look at her with scared expressions, but the burly man seemed to either not hear her…or many be just didnt care what she said. Expression hard and almost cold, he just hummed softly to himself when the mayor stepped off his stage. Well…it made sense that the virus would only evolve. Those who were acting shocked were just living in a fantasy world. The man moved to brush past the woman as if she wasnt even standing there, intending to go back to his lodging to start planning on a scouting mission to try to find this….thing.
there’s a shift in body movement , but heavy boots keep her feet planted safely on the ground . “ hey , careful big guy . ” an over - exaggerated eye roll prefaces a forced smile , annoyance ticking just beneath the surface of her skin , but it's mild enough to keep her mood from dropping too much , given the circumstances . “ that speech a little shock to the system? ” whatever sweetness it could have held doesn't quite reach her eyes . “ in a hurry , aren’t ya? ” cat - like eyes narrow , they’re alert . attentive to his pace , his movement .
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“ so you’re telling me you haven’t been? ” sierra asks , referring to the sleeping with two eyes open comment , “ because if you haven’t ; what’s it like? i haven’t had a good night’s sleep since … ” she pretends to think , “ well it’s been so long that i don’t even remember. ”
an apathetic expression slowly shifts , plush lips pulling into something of a smirk . “ good set of ear plugs and a make - shift eye mask . ” the tone of her voice is that of a joke , how well that translated is unknown to arden as she slips her hand into the pockets of her leather jacket , snug . “ a drink helps too . ” a pause . “ or three . ”
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a brow raises , half in disbelief , and half in confusion . tongue snaps on the roof of her mouth , expression less than convinced at the suggested prospect . “ so this place ain’t as safe as you thought , huh? ” that look of hers could've drilled holes , straight to the bone . and for a moment , it's hard to tell which way the wheels are turning in that head of hers . “ better sleep with both eyes open . ” it's accentuated by a well placed pop of her stale bubble gum .
#eeeeee HERE WE GOOOO#rubs hands together#also my discord / ims are open if you wanna chat about plots#fortunastart
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a bad person? who, me? that would be correct,
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NAME: Arden Boyce
AGE: Twenty - Six
GENDER IDENTITY: Cis - Female
OCCUPATION: Bartender
“Hello. Your 48 hour mandatory quarantine is now over. Before letting you into the populace I need you to answer a few questions. Please state your full name, date of birth?”
“Arden Boyce, July 4th.”
“Thank you. In the last 48 hours have you experienced Infected like symptoms?”
“No.”
“Are there any ailments, disabilities, mental illnesses, or medical conditions that we should be made aware of?”
“A few anger management problems, that’s it.”
“Can you give us a little background on yourself. Your family life, work ethic. What kind of person are you?”
Tongue clicks, prefaced with an uncomfortable shuffle. “Family aren’t in the picture, never were, from what I can remember. Bounced from home to home, my life was ... nomadic, shall we say. Never settled. My work ethic? If you don’t have one in this day ‘n age, you won’t survive long. That’s to all them silver-spoon kids out there who think they don’t need to fuckin’ provide.” A sigh sounds deep within her chest. “I don’t have much patience, never had. Short - fused people would say.”
“Can you list three skills that you are proficient in?”
“I’m fast. Real fast. Had to be when you were stuck in homes, otherwise you wouldn’t eat. Agile, flexible, even. ‘N lastly, I’m good at getting information outta people. Working as a bartender does that to you.”
“Excellent. Now, three skills that you are not proficient in.”
“I prefer to work alone - don’t like teamwork. Just more room for fuck - ups and mistakes to happen. I can’t swim, if that even matters anymore. Lastly, I’m a shitty cook, which is why I became a bartender instead of working in the kitchen.”
“Alright, and last question. If you had to, would you be able to kill someone you knew if they became infected?”
“Without hesitation.”
“Thank you, and welcome to Fortuna!”
“Hm, yeah.”
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