Matthieu?
You there?
Ello beautiful *smiles brightly* I am right here.
*squeals and tackle* MATTHIEU<3
*laughs, catches, and spins around* Someone is happy to see me?
Remember these guys? The Shadow and the Flame are some characters I dreamed up (literally) in January and never bothered to name. He’s a teenage con man, she’s a fifteen-year-old murderess, and that’s about all I’ve got right now. I’d really like to make something with them, though.
I guess the core idea is that she starts out antisocial with serious anger-management problems and the beginnings of a body count, and he starts out flirty and mischievous but not actually malicious. The more the hang around each other, though, the more they bring out certain traits in each other: he teaches her to lie and cheat to get her way, and she brings out the brutality in him. So basically they just make each other worse. Isn’t that cute!
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Prussian Flame: thefrenchfrost: Prussian Flame: Zombies are F*cking Everywhere...
Prussian Flame: Zombies are F*cking Everywhere
Matthieu was going North, that was the only direction he had. The entire epidemic had started in the south so go north, run from it. He was on a motor cycle and would siphon gas out of cars when he…
Matthieu stopped suddenly and put his hands up “I didn’t touch anything.” he said quickly, “I’m not here to hurt you either.” he added and slowly turned around to look at whoever was holding the gun and was suprised to find a wet attractive woman in a towel. “I promise.” he smiled softly
Prussian Flame: Zombies are F*cking Everywhere
Matthieu was going North, that was the only direction he had. The entire epidemic had started in the south so go north, run from it. He was on a motor cycle and would siphon gas out of cars when he could. He hunted or scavenged for food and picked up weapons when he could. He…
He parked his bike by the gas station and started there, looking through everything in the store, kicking aside piles of useless things in hopes of finding something valuable underneath it all.
Once done in the gas station and his bike all gassed up he went looking through the town for a nice place to rest and came across a holding that still seemed to be in use. The posibility of seeing another survivor intrigued him and he looked around the hide out a bit but took nothing and left and went to find some other place in-case when the person came back they kicked him out like most survivor groups did.
Zombies are F*cking Everywhere
Matthieu was going North, that was the only direction he had. The entire epidemic had started in the south so go north, run from it. He was on a motor cycle and would siphon gas out of cars when he could. He hunted or scavenged for food and picked up weapons when he could. He had everything he needed, but he was alone and it was starting to drive him crazy. What was the point in living if he had no purpose.
He saw up ahead a near by town and decided he would stop there for the night. He would then pick through the town in the morning and be off before high noon. to the next town and next town and so on.
Ello Love
Matthieu, you look weary. What’s the matter?
It’s nothing don’t worry, how are you my love?
Worried.
*smiles* Oh Jacqui, it isnt anything significant, if it was I was trouble you with it, but I dont think that is needed.
Fine, whatever you say.
*kisses* her cheek. I love you.
