falling to habit ;; pedobear<3

[SARAH BLAKE CONNOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/dw3p7q.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #808080 15px solid; border-left: #808080 15px solid;] boy, she's bringing you down All her bags and boxes had been stacked up neatly back in her corner of the church were she was currently residing in. Having been informed by the sheriff that she could now finally find a more permanent residency in Mater, Sarah had taken her time in packing her stuff. What would be the use of doing it all in one day anyways, she'd still get there, meet her two roomies and end up sleeping on the couch. What would be the rush? Sure, she had been sleeping on a very hard pew during the past few nights but at least it gave her some sort of quiet. Now, with two roomies in the picture, avoiding people would prove to be a hard task since they would all be living under one roof in a more smaller space. Rather than the church which had a fairly good enough space for the current new inhabitants of Mater which had been her and her bestfriend, Joey, who she didn't know where was residing at now. But that was days ago and she was moving on from a lifelong friend. Maybe she needed to make new ones. The shy and scared ones in this church could be a candidate. But she wasn't really in the mood to carry another person's burden when she herself couldn't carry her own. Sure, everyone here had lost someone close to their heart before finding temporary shelter in Mater. But she was 16 for heaven's sakes. There was alot of first times for her but she'd gone on ahead and tried the ultimate ones, falling in love and then losing that person she loved. It was traumatizing, specially when she knew she'd just left her boyfriend some place because she couldnt bare to look at him as he'd shot himself in the head. She was sure she would've followed him, lucky she still had her bestfriend back then to drive them both to Mater... 'til him and her broke away from each other. And right now, she needed to keep her head in picking the most essential groceries she needed instead of letting her mind wander to places she'd kept at the back of her mind. Walking down the aisles in the quaint little store of Mater, she clutched tightly at the items she'd taken from the shelf. The carts and baskets had been used for other purposes like, eg, taking resources from the farms. As she reached the toiletries section, she almost gave a loud scream at the final pack of napkins on the shelf. The race was on and she nearly ran for it, brows frowning when another hand grabbed the other end of it at the same time she did. tagged ;; bear ?! words ;; 455 ?! notes ;; sorrrryyy. i couldnt think of any other encounter. xD awwwkkkwarrrdd. =)) ?!

[BEAR ISHMAEL KEENI]

Ever since the inmates had taken over Mater, Bear found himself smirking a lot more than usual. He wasn't much of a pyro, but setting fire to some buildings did provide quite a good bit of fun; and now they were on top. The inmates, once beaten down and caged for their bad behavior, were now the ones running the town. He could do whatever the hell he wanted and get away with it (though it wasn't like he couldn't do that before taking over the town) with the sheriff on house arrest and the so-called "rangers" going out and scavenging. While other convicts were having fun screwing around with the townspeople, Bear stuck to what he did best: people watching. He would watch the Materites being picked on and find sick humor in it, but he didn't care. And when a lonesome child would stray too far from the safety of the town, Bear would be the "sheepdog" to go find them and "return them home," as he put it. Just one more child to supply his stash of human flesh "jerky."

Wandering aimlessly down the aisles of the market, Bear's dark brown eyes scanned what sparse items were left. A jar of beans here, a small stack of paper there. They really had run out of things you could get. He dragged his fingertips along an empty shelf, looking around the rest of the store. Hardly anyone was in there; maybe it was because no one really wanted to come outside with the convicts running things. He couldn't blame them. Some of the other guys were ruthless like no other, and even though Bear liked to think of himself as the biggest and the baddest, he wasn't. Some of the other guys were better at the game, but none of them had as strong a stomach as he did. He liked to pride himself on the fact that he ate human flesh regularly and loved it, doubting that anyone else in the inmate camp -- or in the rest of Mater -- would ever in their wildest dreams do what he did on a regular basis. So in that sense, he viewed himself as the biggest and the baddest.

He had just turned a corner when a single pack of napkins caught his attention. It would sure come in handy at any given moment, so he figured he might as well just snatch it up. He reached out to grab it when suddenly another hand shot forward and latched onto the other end of the package. Surprised, Bear turned his head to look down at whoever it was, somewhat startled to see a very young looking girl. Almost instantly, thoughts were racing through his head. 'Play it off, just play it calmly and gain her trust. Always gain trust first.' He took his hand off of the napkins. "Ah, I'm sorry, didn't see you there." He said, smiling at her. "You can have them. I don't really need them."

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notes - I'm so sorry it took me forever to reply Dx

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[SARAH BLAKE CONNOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/dw3p7q.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #808080 15px solid; border-left: #808080 15px solid;] boy, she's bringing you down The chaos beyond the walls of Mater did not differ in the slightest bit from the chaos within Mater. After finally having been overrun by the inmates who seemed to hit them every night, Sarah didn't know whether or not being outside was better than staying inside the walls. Sure, the zombies would come at you from every side but at least you had a chance to be more smarter than them. Within the walls of Mater tho, being a girl and being pure, there was this constant fear of someone pouncing on her one night and taking that last bit of sanity in her for their own pleasure that night. She figured she'd rather die than have someone rape her every other night. From the amount of drama she'd experienced the past months, instead of getting cleared up, only more worries and troubled came and clouded her mind. In the end, she sometimes just sat in a corner and stared at empty space, not really knowing how to deal with all the amount of pressure she was going through. If only Joey were... but that was a lost cause. Something at the back of her mind, a little tiny spark, kept hoping that the distance separating the two bestfriends would somehow end. Sarah needed someone to lean on, the sooner, the better. Who knew that even strolling around the aisles of the grocery, a deed she normally did back in the days to help her calm her mood, was ineffective now. Her past habits and things she were used to weren't living up to the task of keeping her sane. Instead, she only felt a certain emptiness everywhere, despite her constant efforts to keep a strong face, there was always something in her that made her feel that living seemed to be no use anymore. There was only that little hope in her head that one day, Joey would be her friend again, or at least talk to her. From then onwards, she wouldn't know what to do but as long as the hope was there, she still found it in herself to keep on living, going about the daily tasks of life while inmates burned and raped and sacked her new found home. She had to look strong, look loyal and just follow and perhaps, she could survive another day, clean and intact. Looking up from the napkin and following the arm, a rather masculine arm, she was surprised, but not too much having assumed that a male was holding the pack, that the other race of the gender line was holding it. She looked at him confusedly, brows raising and then furrowing before she looked at his hand again and then back to his face. Her hand slipped back to her side. The smile on his face seemed easy and carefree and she was instantaneously envious of how untroubled the minds of the man were. Even the creases on his forehead seemed to be nonexistent, compared to the younger face of her own that must 've been crawling with wrinkles from the everyday worry. His face seemed oddly familiar though and when she realized she was one of them, she quickly bowed her head and avoided his eyes. All of the inmates wanted to feel they were superior. "Sorry,"

[/color] she muttered under her breath, turning around quickly and heading the other direction. Avoiding them was the first thing on her to-do list. But then, the sudden movement made one of the cans in her arms fall to the side and roll a few steps back. Sarah hesitated, before deciding that she could get another one and continued on, never giving the guy a second glance.

tagged ;; bear ?!
words ;; 618 ?!
notes ;; gah. why does he eat human flesh. blech. D: and no worries. im not a fast reply-er myself. x3 ?!
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