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maskormenacelogs2016-07-10 10:44 pm
pejoratives) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-07-10 10:44 pm
Entry tags:
you're ripped at every edge
WHO: Rosita Espinosa & various.
WHERE: various
WHEN: throughout July
WHAT: a July catch-all! some closed starters, some open ones, specifics and will be in the thread starters, more to be added through the month.
WARNINGS: likely reference to death, violence, the undead and potentially cannibalism. Anything else I'll add here as they come up.
NOTE: I tend to do all my starters in prose, but brackets are totally fine! I'll match style with whatever works best for you.
( closed to Walking Dead cast - Heropa. )
( ooc - happy to do individual and group threads, just indicate in the subject line what you'd prefer so if others tag in they know if they can join in or start something new :]b )
Rosita Espinosa is not a famously patient person. She'll hold her silence for days, she'll wait and she'll watch and be as still as a person might need to be to survive world as messed up as theirs, but that doesn't mean she particularly enjoys it. More relevantly, she isn't really a fan of the stupid and the inane.
She's had a lot of those two things this past month, largely in the form of the ridiculous job this place saddled her with, and the absurd contractual obligations that brought with it.
When she's not busy and pulled away and training in things she didn't believe were actual serious things a person ever needed to learn how to do, Rosita is finally flopped in a park, and slowly types up a text that goes to Rick, Daryl, Carl and Enid. She doesn't even know Enid, but she figures she should try to. World might be fucked up and make no sense, but that wasn't a reason to neglect the people that her family considered family, or however they all pieced together.
The text is simple - a place, mention of pizza, a brief comment on being back in town and that work was bullshit, and an offer to catch up. The place is a park, and whenever anyone arrives she is lying down in the sun, freshly collected pizza boxes steaming beside her, and though she looks relaxed she truly, truly is not. The sound of footsteps has her sitting up fast, as if the entire process of lying down was really just a preparation for sitting back up again.
Spotting a familiar face makes her scowl ease away and the corner of her mouth quirk just slightly, briefly, before the evidence of such a thing disappears. "Hey."
WHERE: various
WHEN: throughout July
WHAT: a July catch-all! some closed starters, some open ones, specifics and will be in the thread starters, more to be added through the month.
WARNINGS: likely reference to death, violence, the undead and potentially cannibalism. Anything else I'll add here as they come up.
NOTE: I tend to do all my starters in prose, but brackets are totally fine! I'll match style with whatever works best for you.
( closed to Walking Dead cast - Heropa. )
( ooc - happy to do individual and group threads, just indicate in the subject line what you'd prefer so if others tag in they know if they can join in or start something new :]b )
Rosita Espinosa is not a famously patient person. She'll hold her silence for days, she'll wait and she'll watch and be as still as a person might need to be to survive world as messed up as theirs, but that doesn't mean she particularly enjoys it. More relevantly, she isn't really a fan of the stupid and the inane.
She's had a lot of those two things this past month, largely in the form of the ridiculous job this place saddled her with, and the absurd contractual obligations that brought with it.
When she's not busy and pulled away and training in things she didn't believe were actual serious things a person ever needed to learn how to do, Rosita is finally flopped in a park, and slowly types up a text that goes to Rick, Daryl, Carl and Enid. She doesn't even know Enid, but she figures she should try to. World might be fucked up and make no sense, but that wasn't a reason to neglect the people that her family considered family, or however they all pieced together.
The text is simple - a place, mention of pizza, a brief comment on being back in town and that work was bullshit, and an offer to catch up. The place is a park, and whenever anyone arrives she is lying down in the sun, freshly collected pizza boxes steaming beside her, and though she looks relaxed she truly, truly is not. The sound of footsteps has her sitting up fast, as if the entire process of lying down was really just a preparation for sitting back up again.
Spotting a familiar face makes her scowl ease away and the corner of her mouth quirk just slightly, briefly, before the evidence of such a thing disappears. "Hey."