I’ve really been avoiding coming on here because I’ve been very upset as of late. I wasn’t receiving any replies on here and no one was messaging me to let me know why, which trust me was nerve-racking. If you don’t want to play with me that’s fine but just let me know why and everything will be totally cool. I’m not a mean person nor would I ever hold it against someone. Things just become unfun when you have no one to play with or they are roleplaying with others and ignoring you. It’s pretty crappy tbh.
BUT the one thing that’s bothered me most lately is people talking about not just my character but me. I have done nothing but be kind to people and tried to get along with everyone. I didn’t fight with any of my partners and I was willing to do just about anything. But to say I’m sick and twisted, or cutting me down to make yourself feel better is not at all ok. These things hurt my feelings and I’m not trying to be a baby about all this I’m just trying to let everyone know what’s been going on with me. Ignoring me isn’t mature, talking about me isn’t mature, bringing me down or insulting my character will not make you feel better at the end of the day. You people know who you are and I’d appreciate you unfollowing me on all of my characters. Judith, Shane, Beth and Daryl.
Thank you to all of you who have been kind to me and who have played with all or at least one of my characters. Perhaps I can return in the next few days to these accounts and get to some replies. We’ll see what happens.
I’m not really feeling it right now and I’m so sorry for those of you who really want me to play. I refuse to write absolute crap just to give you a reply when you all deserve so much better than that. So if you want to unfollow me I understand that, but those of you that choose to stay I hope that soon I’ll get a boost of inspiration. You all are amazing and I love RPing with each and every one of you.
I’ll still be around on Judith, sometimes Beth and Daryl too. I’m sorry for being such a pain in the ass with all this. Thank you again for not bombing me with 20 million hate messages about why I haven’t replied. You are all truly awesome, I can’t say that enough.
Trying to keep her eyes on the task at hand and her mind focused was becoming hard. Shane wasn’t doing anything out of the normal but there was just something about the way that he smiled. It made her want to take her walls down and just be Andrea again instead of what she’d let herself become after Amy had died. Her laugh was rare, or at least it was now since the infection had spread across the country. It had slipped out from time to time when the moment was right but nobody had ever said anything. Not until today and she smiled as she looked down at the gun he held.
It had been a long time since she’d felt flattered but Shane had just done it so easily it seemed as if it was just natural to him. Whatever effort he put into it went unnoticed. It was a raw, organic moment that you just didn’t have out here anymore. It was almost like they were fine, just for a tiny second.
His hands worked so easily along the gun that it was just interesting to watch. She leaned her head up against her arm silently taking in the sight before her. If she was honest she kept her eyes on him rather than the gun taking in every single feature that he had. It’d been a long time since she’d admired someone but that’s exactly what this was. Admiration. Her mind should have been somewhere else considering the dangers that were around them but she couldn’t help it. When he’d look up to put his gaze on her she every now and again she’d look at the gun making it appear as if she was paying him no special attention. It wasn’t the reason she spoke to him, but it was making her feel more like herself. She was acknowledging another human being did exist and that they were genuinely appreciating her company.
“Oh yeah, easiest thing in the world.” She said with a smile taking the cleaner from him and saw the uncleaned parts before her. Paying enough attention to get by she picked up a piece turning it over in her hand before she took the small rag and started to get down into the nooks and crannies of the component. There was an unexplained desire to succeed in this, letting him down just wasn’t an option.
Her fingertips fit easier into the smaller cracks and as she finished with the first she picked up another moving forward. Running the rag down the barrel of the gun she looked up wondering if this was simply her embarrassing herself or if there was another reason for his silence. Braving a look at him she met his chocolate eyes and smiled slightly. “Critique? I’m sure this isn’t perfect…”
The way her slender fingers worked over the gun put Shane at ease. He wasn’t sure why he felt so calm in her presence but he wasn’t about to complain. Those crystal like eyes of hers focused so intently on her work, the crease in her forehead causing him to smile, knowing how invested she was in making sure she’d do a good job. A few strands of blonde hair fell from her pony-tail around her face, giving her skin a sort of heavenly glow. The sun was pouring through the windows and the deputy felt the warmth, but he knew it was mostly from the woman who sat across from him.
There was something about a woman that could handle a gun, that wasn’t afraid to get dirty and fight. Andrea was definitely one of those gals, the ones he’d always wished he could keep. Shane had always run around with women that were far too fragile to even lift a fingernail. Southern bells that moaned over manual labor and expected their men to do all the work. The deputy found nothing wrong with taking care of your woman and treating her like a princess, but he expected them to be tough as well. The fire had been missing from all those he’d previously seen, even Lori, at times, lacked the necessary roughness it took to get the job done. For some reason, he could detect those desirable traits within Andrea, knew that even after the loss of Amy she was still a strong, warrior.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Shane realized that Andrea was talking to him once again. Her ocean eyes looked up from under long eyelashes, her face looked hopefully and slightly embarrassed. “You’re doin’ just fine,” he nodded with a smile, “I promise.” Leaning forward he collected the gun in his hands, his skin brushing against her own sending a trail of fire up his arms. “If ya wanna know more ‘bout guns,” he began, “I could always show ya how to really use this lil’ beauty, sometime.”
A new video made for all of you! Mind my awkwardness, seriously I’m so bizarre. haha.
Not really feeling Shane right now and I’m afraid I’m writing absolute crap. I have a few replies saved in my drafts to be finished. Probably be back later on. :)
Once she saw his hands rise Grace lowered her bow, stepping out into the open for the man to see her. “Just a precaution.” she reassured him, “Wouldn’t shoot ‘less you deserved it. Passing through alone, hm?” Her eyebrow rose with curiosity. “Where you headin’ to?”
“I can understand that,” he nodded, knowing exactly why she would be frightened and armed. When it came to the world these days, one could never be too careful. “I do just ‘bout everythin’ alone,” he admitted, “I know it seems odd but that’s the truth.” Stepping closer to the young woman, he shook his head at her question. “I don’t make a habit a tellin’ strangers where I’m goin’,” he noted, “hope ya can understand that.”
The smile that Shane gave her didn’t go without notice, but how could it really. There were a handful of times she’d saw it grace him and just his sheer attitude made her feel better. If anything his smile brought one of her own to his face and she bit her lip slightly directing her attention on the gun in his hand instead. She didn’t think it was possible among all of her suffering to feel normal for just a moment. Shane Walsh could potentially be a good thing for her if she chose to keep the door open, walls down, and her heart open.
Having someone tell her reassuring things was odd sadly but she had her mind set to accept them because she needed to get past this. She was smart, or at least she had always considered herself to be. “I used to be a quick learner once upon a time….so hopefully I’m a good student.”
Watching him look over her gun deciding it was probably just best to keep her mind focused on the task at hand instead of him. Her mind was all over the place and misreading even the smallest thing was going to be easy for her right now. “Thank you….” She replied to his compliment and nodded at the first instruction.
When he spoke again she tried to read that situation correctly and she was going to assume that his voice was teasing her a little. That gun was a touchy subject, it had belonged to her father. The one last thing she had left to remember her family by but she’d spent enough time letting darkness take her life over. “Well, you know, deputy that’s very true.” She said with another laugh. “I guess I was under the assumption you had to fire it more than twice to warrant cleaning it. Beginner’s mistake….”
“Alright,” he nodded, “I’m gon’ give ya that one.” The deputy smiled at Andrea, watching the way her face lit up as she laughed. “I like that,” he noted, “ya got a nice laugh. It’s good to hear.” Shaking his head he went back to work on her gun, taking apart the pieces and showing her exactly what had to be done. Those large, ocean orbs of hers seemed mesmerized by what Shane was doing and the movements of his skilled hands. This sort of thing was like second nature to him, knowing everything there was to know about weapons.
Once everything was laid out on the table, he began cleaning the gun completely. Shane kept quiet and focused, allowing this simple task ease his mind. Every so often he’d raise his sights slightly to look at Andrea, to admire her features and the way she seemed so involved. “Easy right?” he asked, “here you try.” He offered, pushing the gun parts and the cleaner towards the blonde. “I wanna see ya do it,” he commented, brown eyes now being able to view her and her alone.