- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Horror, Romance.
Claire
Claire smiled at Jocelyn, but she was glad she took it upon herself to walk away, because she had nothing else to say. Words were nothing nowadays. You had to act to live. Words didnt keep you alive. Claire decided to take her advice, and swung Bullseye over her shoulder. Jocelyn said that they would be moving soon, and it was probably the only time she would get to talk to Derek in a real fashion until they settled down again, and nobody really knew when that was going to be.
She made her way to Derek, who seemed to be engrossed in poking the dying fire with a stick. Claire laughed and turned, leaning her back against his own back, the way they used to talk to eachother when they were younger. She rested Bullseye in her lap, dragging her finger delicately across the blade that was attatched to the barrel of her AK.
"'Sup, nerd."
She sighed and leaned her head back. Derek was still taller than her, only slightly, but she could feel the top of his spine through the end of her scalp. Claire always found it amusing to call him a nerd. She hoped it would lighten the mood between them, hopefully stitch together what they lost, before they had the gruelling task of moving locations once again.
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