independent roleplay
for sam weir from
for sam weir from
the silence didn’t really sit well with sam, fortunately he knows
how to keep a conversation going when necessary. besides,
he feels pretty glad getting the chance to meet someone he’s
heard of.
‘ so, um.. what do you guys usually do? ‘ he asks, mostly
about the group he usually sees johnny & ponyboy
hanging out with.
nxtedrake | v. enduring the cold
he isn’t sure how he’s gotten this far. the constant inner mantra
going through his head, asking why me? why am i alive? runs
through him cold, like the bitter surroundings he finds himself
sprawled in. what’s worse is the infected down below on the
snow-covered streets. a whole variety of them, which didn’t sit
well in his already emptied stomach.
sam hears something, SOMEONE, a loud graze of the bottom
of their shoes. scraping against the flakes on the rooftop sam
occupies. it’s quick & prompts sam to spin around, hoping to
catch the source, but he doesn’t.
has someone been following him? “wh–.. who’s there?” he
asks, cautiously, but not loud enough to stir the cesspool of
enemies down below.
wxrshiiped sided with a GEEK!!
‘ um, h-hey, heather. ‘ he can’t tell whether to be ecstatic
or intimidated by the junior clad in red. it’s rare, probably
a never-gonna-happen chance, to get to talk to her.
( especially when labeled as a GEEK, himself. )
charlickelly sided with a GEEK!!
‘ um, i heard someone from school’s
throwing a party here.. isn’t this
place a BAR? ‘
psych-as-in-gotcha sided with a GEEK!!
he watches him, hint of skepticism pooling
within his eyes. the boy’s brows raise,
surprised, ‘ really? ‘
the only thing coming from him is silence. he doesn’t
know what to say, still too stunned about what
happened. his gaze stayed low, unable to really look
at the hunter.
“this can’t be happening.”
‘ y–.. you’re not gonna tell MOM & DAD, are you?
it was an accident, I SWEAR. please, lindsay. ‘
