loquaciouszombie:

R turned around slowly by the sound of a sudden noise, his eyes squinting languidly while looking around their surroundings. His nostrils began to catch the different smells of the food court; he let out a groan in a manner of relief as he noticed he could only sense Julie’s faint aroma mixed with the few traces of food she just left behind. His pewter eyes watched Julie standing up as he walked over the table, carefully picking up the empty plate while walking to the nearest, rotten garbage can.

“N-No…ev-evidence” He managed to say, walking behind her after seeing her presence brushing past him. I don’t want anyone knowing you were here. They walked a few more meters away from the food court: his pace slow as a snail. His eyes looked up to her in confusion while she made the first of questions throughout a lapse of broken silence.

“I’ll…en-entertain” R said eventually while offering an almost unconvincing smile. “Y-You are…g-guest” Even though…I’m not that fun. Yet, I know we’ll eventually find a way to get you distracted…I hope. 

She laughed at that, trying to keep her giggles quiet in case there were any corpses nearby. She knew from experience how sensitive their ears were. Turning around, she walked backwards while she gazed at him tranquilly. 

“You’ll entertain me, huh? That should be interesting.” With a quirk of her lips, she turned back around and walked normally, eyes scanning the new corridor they were entering.

It was a collection of terminals, where passengers would wait for their arriving planes. At first glance, it was empty, but Julie halted abruptly as she spotted movement. A single zombie, pushing what looked like a janitor’s cart, fully stocked with mops and cleaning fluid. She glanced back, finding that R had caught up to her and was beside her. She made to warn him, but the look on his face told her that he’d already become aware of his fellow corpse; most likely before she had.

She gripped the fabric of his sleeve, leaning closer to him to whisper: “What should we do?”

(Source: keepmesafeforever)

wewillexhume:

R’s eyes shut briefly as her noise send a shiver down his spine. This was wrong. It was wrong to feel this, to want this…Focus. He continued up and down her back in sloppy circles. He went slow, savored it, memorized every curvature, every grove of her spine. The hand on her shoulder slid down, down her back, the curve of her waist…then left her body completely. The hand holding the loofa did as well. “Done.” He whispered, eyes trying to look both everywhere and no where.

Opening her eyes, she smiled softly as he spoke, though she regretted the absence of his touch, his fingertips tracing her skin. She was quiet for a moment, considering what move came next. She didn’t hear his retreating footsteps, so he must be simply standing behind her outside of the shower. Was he staring at her? Or avoiding it, trying to be a gentleman? She bit her tongue in amusement, imaging him like that.

Finally, she straightened her face and spoke. “Thank you…” she murmured, turning around slowly to face him. Yes, face him; she was facing him, though she was very unclothed. Her eyes met his, almost anxiously, and she reached to gently take the soapy loofah from his hands. “… R,” she finished quietly.

(Source: keepmesafeforever)

wewillexhume:

R tried his very hardest to keep his mouth from gaping open. He was frozen for a moment, stunned that she was even asking him. Go. Move, stupid. Go to her. Or run away. I don’t know, but do something. Why did she look so nervous? Was she afraid that he’d hurt her? He found his feet moving forward just on the motivation of proving her wrong.

He exhaled slightly and took the loofah from her. R placed one hand on her shoulder and moved the sponge in gentle circles on her back. He tried not to let his eyes wander, but…No, stay focused. “Like this?” He asked, voice wavering, just a whisper in her ear.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, pulling her hair in front of her shoulders as her eyes slipped shut. It felt good - she almost wished that he was using his hands instead of the loofah. His voice sounded shaky. ‘From nerves,’ she assumed, though there could be other reasons. She exhaled a sigh, shoulders falling as she deflated, and her head lulled forward slightly.

(Source: keepmesafeforever)

loquaciouszombie:

If he could be able to completely feel emotions, he’d be in utter surprise. In a way, it amazed him that she agreed to stay for a few more days, considering that, in his view, she was a tough person to convince, someone who could actually do well by herself without the need of others. That was close. R grunted to show a sense of relief, his eyes looking up and down simultaneously while catching Julie’s view over his pallid reflection. 

“You’ll…be…ok-okay” He told her, his body slowly lifting from his seat. “Pr-Promise”

I think for a moment. A rainbow of images floods my head, probably snippets of old romantic movies I’ve seen; all sappy and romantic and utterly impossible. I have to get a hold of myself.

Julie watched him begin to stand, wondering if that was her cue to join him and return to the plane. ‘It’s probably the safest place. Yeah, he’s all protective and whatever, but there’s hundreds of corpses here.’ Assuming so, she stood as well, leaving her plate but snatching the beer. A sudden noise from across the food court startled her, and she turned to look.

Peering across the court, she could see nothing, but her skin still prickled. “Let’s go,” she murmured, brushing past him toward the entrance.

“So, what am I supposed to do around here for a few days, huh?” she asked as they made their way down an empty corridor. “There’s gotta be something fun.”

(Source: keepmesafeforever)

13) What does your character’s bed look like when they wake up? Are the covers everywhere? What about pillows? In what position(s) does your character sleep in?

When she was young (adolescent years), Julie used to have night terrors and/or nightmares, so her bed was, frankly, a mess when she woke. Now, though, she rarely seems to remember her dreams. She does toss and turn in her large bed, and she usually sleeps in the fetal position and wakes lying on either of her sides with her legs only slightly bent. She cocoons herself in her blankets, so they are snugly wrapped around her body throughout the night and until morning. 

// I seriously need to get some more threads going. I’m really only roleplaying with two people steadily (and one other person who replies every few days). I don’t have any problem with people taking a while to reply, because I understand that others are busy and have more of a life than me… But I’m just beginning to get a bit bored and I’m beginning to doubt my RPing skills.

Anyway, ignore my insecurities. Does anyone want to start up something? OCs, different fandoms, anyone. I’m up for anything. //

wewillexhume:

R knew he was being awkward, and definitely was aware that he shouldn’t have taken her offer up to stay in the room. But he couldn’t force himself to leave. It was equal parts of the room being too warm to want to leave and him not wanting to stray too far from her. It was like there was an invisible cord tethering him to her. He couldn’t and didn’t want to be away from her for his own selfish reasons. So you stay in the room while she takes a shower? And you were trying to avoid being creepy.

“Y-” His voice cracked and he stopped. His body felt clean, but his mind felt anything but. “Yes.” He answered nevertheless. But he wasn’t focusing on that right now, truthfully. 

She smiled at his strangely endearing stammer and closed her eyes, dipping her head underwater to rinse off the shampoo. Why was he so keen to stay? Why was he even spying on her in the first place? ‘Corpses don’t have… Urges. Or, they’re not supposed to.’ She wiped the water from her eyes. ‘They’re not supposed to have feelings or remorse, either. He’s different.’ 

Something entered her head, and she froze for a brief moment, gazing at the loofah dangling from the shower head. Did she dare ask him? What would he do? Would it make him even more uncomfortable than he already was? Biting her lip, she turned to poke her head out of the shower curtain again, eyes falling on him. 

‘No chickening out now.’ 

“Um… R? Would you…” She paused, gathering her thoughts. “Well, I washed your back for you, so I think you owe me.” A small smile followed her words. “Would you mind doing mine?”

(Source: keepmesafeforever)

wewillexhume:

R’s eyes shifted around. The floor, the ceiling, the carpet. Anywhere but her. He was too embarrassed to have been caught. But…did she not realize it? Or was she…trying to ignore it? At least she wasn’t freaking out, or kicking him out, or grabbing a knife.

He nodded, a little hastily. She was letting him…stay in here?  He stood by the door, nervous but at the same time comforted by her close presence. He was across the room, but still close enough to make out the shape of her behind the curtains…Shit. 

She ducked back behind the curtain, wondering if he was really going to stay. She heard no footsteps. Reaching for the shampoo, she squeezed some onto the palm of her hand and set the bottle down. Dipping her head into the water once more, she worked the liquid into her hair until it began to lather. Though, she wasn’t paying much attention to what she was doing. Her focus was on the very quiet, very unclothed male standing just ten feet away.

“Do you feel better now? Cleaner?” she asked, her voice startling even herself. ‘Awkward small talk. Nice, Jules.’ She inwardly smacked herself.

(Source: keepmesafeforever)