FLAW IN MY CODE.

it was nice to see her face again. maybe it was rude to admit, but he’d sort of forgotten it. when he felt the tug of the weapon, he r e l e a s e d it from his hand, swearing now that his palm was sweaty with worry. she could take him down at any point she wanted. all he had was a knife and it was in his backpack, tucked safely and inconveniently away. maybe he should strap it to his belt or something. 

he couldn’t help but wonder: did she recognize him ? would she have just let him in if she didn’t ? rex shook his head, only noticing how for the very first time since the world ended, he felt CALM and he felt familiarity. there was a soft smile perking up his lips, one that maybe didn’t apply to the situation. “ no, i need my car fixed, “ he told clarke honestly. “ i don’t know if you remember me. i’m rex. um. you fixed my car before. “ he had nothing to give her, nothing at all. but he’d still try. “ um, i can get you  more food if you fix it. i don’t really have anything else. “

clutching the tire iron with all her might, clarke was ready. the inevitable, perhaps, would come for her one day, but today was not the day for her to go. however, the longer she remained standing there, the easier this became. he wasn’t a threat, that was clear. but she wasn’t chancing it - this world they remained in now was something different, and it brought the worst out in anyone.

it had been roughly twenty minutes since glenn had entered the little cafe; the hands of his watch ticking steadily through every one of them. perhaps it was simply his own impatience, but the cursed gadget was unbearably LOUD. or, it was definitely his own impatience. he was unusually and painfully early to his usual appointments. oh how she’d tease him when she arrived on time to find him two cappuccinos down, and his hands stuffed so deep in his jacket pockets that the fabric had begun to rumple.

“ lovely weather we’re having. ” glenn offered to the first sign of movement in his peripherals. however neither his expression nor the sky seemed particularly intent on backing him up.

she was rarely seen in anything other than oil-stained coveralls in this cafe. but today seemed to be different as clarke had actually cleaned herself up a bit, sporting a pair of boyfriend style jeans, plain white tee and a leather bomber-style jacket. coffee had been on her mind since that morning, a much to her dismay, she’d gone without an ounce of caffeine for the rest. and so here she is, prying open the shop doors and letting the wafting smell of fresh ground coffee beans and delicate pastries fill her nostrils. if we’re being honest - it was one of clarke’s few guilty pleasures coming here, but none would know it from her cold, dismal expression she constantly wore.

rex was immediately stunted. he had no idea how to handle this situation. he assumed the least threatening stance he knew and put his hands up, a sign of SURRENDER. he knew he shouldn’t have snuck in, but what was he gonna do — text her ? but mostly, her hand was still over her mouth when he was expected to answer her. he was stuck. he wished he wasn’t, but the  q u i c k s a n d  took him to his ankles, threatening that she’d get taller and he’d sink with every second. so what could he do but be honest ? “ i don’t know if you want me to talk because you said to ‘ shut the fuck up, ‘ but i haven’t been bitten. or scratched. or anything. i’m good, “ he told her, softer and muffled against her hand. it seemed appropriate. fond. even with a weapon poking against his back. he took a breath in, making the choice to turn to her, his hand gripping the other end of the tire iron. “ i just need help, “ he confessed.

closed starter for clarke cruikshank ( @clcrkes ) !

rex had been walking to reach her garage nearly the whole day. he didn’t know if she was still there, but it was the best shot he had. with no money or anything of value, no one wanted to help him. but maybe she would. he remembered her company and how she seemed passionate about what she did. and maybe she’d also have a cigarette. and, conveniently, the parts HIS CAR needed. as if he knew which ones it did. when he arrived, he’d knocked on the door, but when no one answered, he managed to push it up, closing it behind him. “ clarke ? “ he yelled into the space. “ hello ? “ would she even recognize his voice ? he looked crazy, like he was breaking in and so desperate, he was loud enough for the undead to hear.

Roxy smirked when she heard the other woman speak. She often people watched but it always surprised her when the person noticed. “Nah? Here I was gonna rock your world,” The blonde chuckled and crossed her arms over her body. “I like your earrings,” She simply said as if it was a joke. She found the woman’s attitude humorous. “I was actually looking for a repair on my car,” The blonde pointed out. Her index finger making a line to direct their eyes to the old beaten down car. 

“ staring ? i wasn’t staring. ” he’s quick with the lie, but the warmth of the blush crawling up his neck is faster. his habit has never been a creepy thing, though he realizes NOW that he’s been called out, it probably does seem that way. his vision loses focus as he organises his thoughts, which, up until moments ago, were about how to approach her without being annoying. whatever plan he was cooking up there is now down the toilet, he figures. “ no problem. i’m only here to get a quote for my boss. he doesn’t know shit about cars, so he figured sending me might save him from being ripped off. he dropped his shitbox off earlier today, said he didn’t have time to talk ? ” he tries to mirror her exhaustion WITHOUT the lip. “ he’s a real dick, so if you wanna just write down a big number for him, that’d be great. then we can both go home. ”

This was not what she needed today. First, she had had to re-schedule her manicure appointment because her car, her baby, had decided to start acting up. Second, the outfit of the day photo she had posted this morning wasn’t doing as well as she’d hoped, and it was really making Victoria feel insecure about her entire choice of ensemble. So when the mechanic with the oil smudges on their clothes had the nerve to curse at them, she snapped right back. “Pardon?” she said, blinking as she crossed her arms over her chest. “If you can’t help, then send me to someone who can instead of being rude. Or better said - show me to your manager.”

benji had been drinking the night before ( surprise !! ) and  was currently passed out on a couch in his shop with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. he was jolted awake by a voice speaking , they blinked blearily at the individual “ what ?! what ?! who are you ?! have i joined a cult ? “ he hollers as he sits up , rubbing his forehead.

well hey pals, my name is jo and i am trash at these sort of things so this’ll be quick af. (also i am bad at balancing multi-muses on my own, but we’ll see how this shin-dig goes)