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avali ([personal profile] avali) wrote in [community profile] albinomilksnake2013-03-27 05:02 pm
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Open RP

 NON HORRIBLE THINGS GO HERE



....OKAY
 ACTUALLY IT IS ALL PRETTY HORRIBLE.







-Deposit prompt and/ or character.         

-Receive some pretty bad RP in return??

-Threads leading to smut is fine, because hey, sometimes it happens. 








endureandsurvive: (fight my fireplace glow)

[personal profile] endureandsurvive 2013-07-04 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure. I'd like that." Maybe with the right equipment and a little more luck, she'll get more of the appeal. Butter, lemon - she knows the words if not the taste and if she thinks hard enough about it she's pretty sure she can imagine something that tastes...better. Or something.

But hey the corn's okay: nice and familiar in all the right ways. People knock canned food all the damn time, but nothing tastes quite like a nice vintage of pre-infection preservatives right?
i_swear: (Default)

[personal profile] i_swear 2013-07-09 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
It's an odd balance, living off the land (and everything bitter, slimy, rotten or just plain weird in it) and scavenged old, familiar packaged meals like canned corn, baked beans. Bacon. His palette never quite knows where to settle.

"Alright, kiddo, time for a vote." It's well past two now, sitting in the shadow of that two story house to stay away from the brighter rays of the midday sun. If they set out now it'll be dark before they hit the end of this road. "Camp out here again or move on?"

Ellie doesn't usually get to pick; Joel, unsurprisingly feels he knows best. Today, though, he figured she's been a good enough sport.
endureandsurvive: (oh I'm moving back)

[personal profile] endureandsurvive 2013-07-09 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
She cleans her plate with her fingers, licking what's left of the taste from them-- and pauses when he asks. Her opinion as far as the direction and momentum of their trip tends to be second fiddle at best; the fact that he'd want it is enough to make her set back on her heels a bit and glance around as if scanning the immediate area might provide her with some kind of obvious, telling right answer.

"Move on, I guess. No use just sitting around here, right?" Besides, what would she even do with the rest of the day? There's a couple of books in the house, but not enough time to finish any of them she doesn't think. And she can't imagine if they stayed it would exactly be a day of leisure anyway.