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Trouble in the city, trouble on the farm [Catch-all; open]
WHO: Daryl Dixon and open
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Month of July
WHAT: Catch-All! Open prompts up top, specific prompts in the comments
WARNINGS: Zombie mentions, language, more tbd
Any City: The Angel is on the hunt; Any time in July; De Chima only during the zombie plot
Daryl has his hood up, head down. He's walking with his hands tucked into the pockets of a nondescript leather jacket and this late at night, most people chose not to pay attention to him. He looked like almost any guy trying to get by in the night and not be obvious about where he was going or what he was doing. His face just obscured enough by the hood to make identifying him difficult without getting right in his face.
But that doesn't stay the case for long, after he's found his trail. It's not an immediately obvious one. Just him stopping occasionally to glance around and then pull a flower or a weed out of a crack in the sidewalk. At least until the small plants he's oddly interested in are being pulled off of walls. Then he takes a look around and slips into someplace dark enough to hide him as he pulls on his mask and makes sure he's covered from head to foot. Then he's making his way up a fire-escape to a window or along an alleyway to a door. And outside of being quiet, he's not especially trying to hide his actions.
A little while later, should any observers decide not to interfere with his suspicious actions, there's the sound of combat from where he went into - all grunts or cut-off cries of pain or silenced gunfire. Some time after that, when all is quiet again, the man slips out of the building with a child wrapped in his arms and a pair of glowing wings made of orange and blue light that give his position away. But at that point he's not out to protect his position. He's out to protect the kid he's just rescued and fly them off home.
Nonah: Motorcycle Madness; Early in the month
Daryl was pretty well known among his fans by now for preferring a motorcycle to get around on rather than the wings he'd been gifted with by the Porter. So it was little surprise when he showed up at a small Bike show for custom builds. If he saw any obvious imPorts or people he already knew, he gravitated toward them and nodded at the bike they were looking over, "You like that one? Don't think the suspension's too much?"
Wild Card: Nonah, De Chima, Heropa
Daryl is out and about doing normal things in the early half of the month, fighting zombies in De Chima in the second half. He can be found doing basic grocery shopping, checking out nick-knack stores, hanging around parks, and doing everything but eating in public. The closest he comes on that end is having some very mild tea at a couple different shops he liked and attempting to avoid the paparazzi. Largely unsuccessfully.
[[Action or Prose is fine, I'll match your preference. If you want a specific prompt, poke me in PM and I'll put one up for you.]]
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Month of July
WHAT: Catch-All! Open prompts up top, specific prompts in the comments
WARNINGS: Zombie mentions, language, more tbd
Any City: The Angel is on the hunt; Any time in July; De Chima only during the zombie plot
Daryl has his hood up, head down. He's walking with his hands tucked into the pockets of a nondescript leather jacket and this late at night, most people chose not to pay attention to him. He looked like almost any guy trying to get by in the night and not be obvious about where he was going or what he was doing. His face just obscured enough by the hood to make identifying him difficult without getting right in his face.
But that doesn't stay the case for long, after he's found his trail. It's not an immediately obvious one. Just him stopping occasionally to glance around and then pull a flower or a weed out of a crack in the sidewalk. At least until the small plants he's oddly interested in are being pulled off of walls. Then he takes a look around and slips into someplace dark enough to hide him as he pulls on his mask and makes sure he's covered from head to foot. Then he's making his way up a fire-escape to a window or along an alleyway to a door. And outside of being quiet, he's not especially trying to hide his actions.
A little while later, should any observers decide not to interfere with his suspicious actions, there's the sound of combat from where he went into - all grunts or cut-off cries of pain or silenced gunfire. Some time after that, when all is quiet again, the man slips out of the building with a child wrapped in his arms and a pair of glowing wings made of orange and blue light that give his position away. But at that point he's not out to protect his position. He's out to protect the kid he's just rescued and fly them off home.
Nonah: Motorcycle Madness; Early in the month
Daryl was pretty well known among his fans by now for preferring a motorcycle to get around on rather than the wings he'd been gifted with by the Porter. So it was little surprise when he showed up at a small Bike show for custom builds. If he saw any obvious imPorts or people he already knew, he gravitated toward them and nodded at the bike they were looking over, "You like that one? Don't think the suspension's too much?"
Wild Card: Nonah, De Chima, Heropa
Daryl is out and about doing normal things in the early half of the month, fighting zombies in De Chima in the second half. He can be found doing basic grocery shopping, checking out nick-knack stores, hanging around parks, and doing everything but eating in public. The closest he comes on that end is having some very mild tea at a couple different shops he liked and attempting to avoid the paparazzi. Largely unsuccessfully.
[[Action or Prose is fine, I'll match your preference. If you want a specific prompt, poke me in PM and I'll put one up for you.]]
For Tina - early July
He didn't get to eat with her every day or even most days. His schedule was too busy. But when he had the chance, he'd head over to where she was and spend the time while she cooked listening to her chatter away about whatever. Today was no exception.
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Tina's got a few typical picnic items in a cooler- some hot dogs, some ears of corn, and so on- and she's squinting as she lights the coals.
"Hopefully this won't end up like the time I burned someone's house down," she remarked. "Of course, there WAS kerosene involved that time."
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"Sure it won't," he answered even if she wasn't expecting one. "You ain't got enough lighter fluid there to do more'n spark a little and catch the coals 'fore it goes out. You burn it down on purpose?"
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"Was it fun to watch it burn down?"
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She was surprised at how easy it was to talk about this sort of thing; usually she liked to just put it behind her. But things could still have an impact on her, years later, and the strangest things could remind her of something entirely different.
"Oh, God, no. I was scared out of my mind," she admitted. "I froze in place and Dad had to pull me away."
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He shifted on his seat and leaned back to try and get a look at the grill.
"You wanna try driving again sometime?"
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She considered that, fanning the flames a little.
"... Maybe," she admits. "I was really scared, though, so I think I'll wait til I'm older."
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Though, actually, "Would you like to ride one of these? Not drive it, I mean. But... I'm a good driver."
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Her eyes then widened as Darryl offered, and she plopped a few items onto the grill, a slow smile spreading across her face.
"I think I would," she affirmed. "We're friends with a biker gang back home, actually, though my parents would never let me on their bikes."
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"Well, as long as yer parents ain't here, you ain't got no one sayin' no," he smirked, giving her a playful wink. "'Sides, it's safe with me at the handles. Just let me know when yer feelin' up to it."
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"True," she affirmed. "And the bikers we know probably wouldn't bother much with safety, either, so my mom and dad were right in forbidding me from riding their bikes. I have no objections to wearing a helmet and stuff, though. I'm not into the idea of breaking my skull."
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Tina wasn't the first kid he'd taken for a ride and probably wouldn't be the last. He liked kids in general. More than he let on 'cause it'd been beaten into him that showing too much affection or kindness to kids was being 'soft' and 'girly'. That life was behind him, sure, but it was a hard thing to shake. Getting easier as the years passed, though.
"Could get you one of your own. So you don't gotta share it."
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She smiles.
"I'd like that."