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Post by Enid Andrews on Nov 9, 2016 6:14:19 GMT
"It's not your fault. I don't blame him either. If it was me, I probably would have done the same thing."But it was her fault. Ron had been unstable and she didn't help with that by being with Carl. She noticed his unravelling early but did absolutely nothing to stop it. It showed how much Enid was willing to sacrifice to make herself feel better about everything. She was selfish, but only slightly. His father's sudden, but not surprising, death only added to it and then his mother and father were gone afterwards? Ron's choices that night were just direct reactions to what he lost and there was nobody to blame but himself. That doesn't mean that Enid still didn't feel guilty.Enid stayed quiet as Carl talked, listening intently but never really expressing any emotion while she did. Her thoughts were all jumbled even though, at this point, she really shouldn't have been thinking much at all. She should have been paying attention but she just couldn't get over the fact that, compared to Carl's experiences, her own were like a short drizzle of rain during a sunny day... but his? They seemed to be the equivalent to a hurricane; harsh and devastating. Unforgiving. " ... guy named the Governor. The prison was pretty much taken over and my mom went into labor. She couldn't do natural birth so me and Maggie... we had to do a C-section and then I had to... I had to kill my mom." Enid's ears had decided to tune back to Carl's voice in the middle of his sentence. She had a faint idea of what he had said before but nothing clear enough for her to remember every single word that came out of his mouth, just what she was hearing at that moment. Kill his mother... Judith. Enid had only seen his sister a few times, the first being when they first arrived and the second during the Wolf attack, never really attempting to meet the infant for herself. She, however, had no idea who his mother was. Just hearing about her made Enid think back to her own mom, to how she didn't have the strength or courage to help save her. Her own mother.It was then that Enid realized that everything she'd been complaining about was insignificant in Carl's eyes. She bow realized that he had been through so much more than she had in their short glimpse of life. All of her problems were just small specks of dust. Having to deal with some murderous man dead set on ending the lives of others trying to live, cannibals who lured people in with words of sanctuary would have been enough to drive her mad, to break her. But not Carl, not his people. Enid felt something move within her, a small spark. She knew exactly what it was, the moment it hit her. She felt sorry for him. " I pity you, Carl Grimes." She said aloud, speaking above her usual quiet tones. " I know that probably wasn't the right thing to say, at this moment, but I just... I do." Enid kept her eyes trained on the grass in front of her boots, knowing that if she looked up it would only make it worse. She, herself, didn't like to be pitied and she wasn't sure how Carl would take it. She felt like they had just come to understand each other, but even with that feeling she knew that it wasn't completely true as he still didn't know her at all. other: oOoooOoOO words: 594 tag: Carl Grimes
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Post by Carl Grimes on Nov 9, 2016 22:45:08 GMT
She seemed to listened, but how much she processed he wasn't aware of. "I pity you, Carl Grimes." Hot anger coursed through his veins. He expected her to think of him and the group as a monster. That he was okay with. But pity? It made him so angry to think that he had trusted her enough to tell her basically his post-apocalyptic story and she told him she pitied him. "You don't tell someone that, especially after they trust you with something like that. Yes, I know, my life has been one shithole after another. But I don't want pity for it. It's the apocalypse...there isn't any room to be soft. It's either hunt or be hunted. "You're either the butcher or the cattle," as they said in Terminus. I was just lucky enough to grow up fast enough to save myself."Because he would be dead right now if he wasn't who he was. All of them would be. "So you can take your pity and shove it where it belongs." Okay, so there wasn't any reason for that line, but he was angry. He couldn't remember being so angry at someone that wasn't trying to kill him. But this? This was something else. He knew that it wasn't her fault. That maybe everyone did...but he didn't want to be pitied. He didn't want to be looked at like another monster. He wanted people to thing that he had done everything he could to keep himself and his family alive. Loyalty, that's what it was. Giving pity for something like that...it wasn't right. It hurt even more to think that he had trusted her enough with some of his deep secrets and that's the first thing she had said about it. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was because he was near another person, but he had to get out. Away. He did the only thing he could think of. He stood up and turned towards a general direction and ran. This time it wasn't for his life. It was because he was hurt, angry...all these emotions welling up inside him and they had no where to escape. He knew it was a bad idea to tell Enid all those things. A stupid idea. There was a reason why he never spoke about them, never even thought about them. Because they hurt even more. It hurt to think that he would no longer be the little ten year old more concerned about games and friends. It hurt that he would probably never have a normal relationship with another human or even a girl. That he would always think that there was a motive behind everything that they were doing. To kill him and his group, to kidnap them, or to actually help. That was their life now. It sucked. He stopped running when he was out of breath, leaning his body against a tree. He was next to a creek and he stared at it, remembering the walker stuck in the mud at the farm house. He had been so little and...amazed, by the prospect of a gun killing something. Now he was disgusted by it but he would do it. He would do anything to keep his family alive, even if it meant killing again, and again, and again, and again. OOC: Hormones man smh Tag: Enid AndrewsWord Count: 565
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Post by Enid Andrews on Nov 13, 2016 4:37:20 GMT
" So you can take your pity and shove it where it belongs." Excuse me? She let the surprised, and slightly angry, expression slip onto her face. Everything she was thinking while he spoke back to her dissipated from her mind immediately. She hadn’t expected him to blow up at her the way he did. Okay, honestly she did expect her words to backfire but not like this. She watched him jump to his feet and run off, half of her brain telling her to stay where she was and the other half yelling at her to run after him. Eventually, she chose to follow him, rising to her feet and jogging to catch up with the boy. She didn’t. Instead she’d fallen behind, way behind, and was basically using her ears to listen for him now. Her surroundings had blurred into a single body of greens and browns, her heavy breathing indicating her tiredness. She was tired of running, whether it was for her safety or not. Enid was not going to chase after him, especially with him acting the way he was; even if it was her doing. “ Carl! I’m not babying you! And I'm certainly not gonna chase you around for hours on end!” She yelled into the forest, knowing that wherever Carl was, he'd hear her. Sure it was a risk for her safety, but if anything was actually around she would have ran into it by now. Enid then lowered her body onto the ground, facing upwards towards the blue sky. “ For someone who was just ‘lucky’ enough to grow up fast, you sure are acting like a child right now, Carl Grimes.” She muttered ironically, letting her eyes droop slightly. “ I know that telling you about my pity for you wasn’t the right thing to say, I get it now, but you just have to realize that practically everyone pities someone else. It may not be said openly but it’s just a thing that happens now. You just...” She paused to breathe, and to think carefully about finishing that sentence so she didn’t piss him off even further. “ You have to learn to get over it, Carl. I’m sorry.” Enid allowed the words flow out of her mouth with little remorse, as per usual with everything she says. There wasn’t any reason to sugar coat it. If they wanted to act like the adults they thought they were then everything had to be honest and open, no hiding the truth. “ So if you want to come out of your hiding spot and just sit here, with me, that’d make me feel better about this whole situation.” Enid spread her limbs out, making herself more comfortable lying in the dirt. She knew that he was somewhere around here, and she hoped that he wasn’t so mad at her that he’d leave her alone. Enid didn’t want to be left alone anymore, especially not by him. other: omg this is so short and super bad im so sorry love me pls <3 words: 489 tag: Carl Grimes
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Post by Carl Grimes on Nov 21, 2016 3:50:23 GMT
He hadn't expected her to follow him. Quite frankly, that wasn't Enid. Though a little sliver of him hoped she would, though he refused to admit that it was there. Yet, she had followed after him, and he could tell because she was being loud. He knew that she wasn't going to baby him, he didn't want her to. Tt was just...sometimes you have to let it go. It all builds up over time and comes crumbling down. She was the only one that had seen that, and even he wished she hadn't. I know that telling you about my pity for you wasn’t the right thing to say, I get it now, but you just have to realize that practically everyone pities someone else. It may not be said openly but it’s just a thing that happens now. You just...You have to learn to get over it, Carl. I’m sorry.” He lifted his body up from where he had been bent over against the tree. He could hear her voice, but he couldn't see her. “So if you want to come out of your hiding spot and just sit here, with me, that’d make me feel better about this whole situation.”[/i] He decided that she was right. Even though her apology wasn't exactly remorseful, he had to learn to accept things like that. And he would, in time. It didn't mean that he wasn't still upset at her but...she was really the only friend he had. He had to learn to accept that she was going to say what she was going to say. While he was walking, looking for her, he hadn't expected to her to be laying on the ground. He moved a foot and then he tripped over her leg. Stumbling, he fell on his right side with a big 'umph'. "Sitting and laying are two different things, Enid."[/i] He chose to not go back to the topic of where he had had a breakdown just a few moments ago. Some things better left in the past. He had had a brief moment of wanting to just leave. Leave her back here by herself, but he couldn't do that. As much as he hated to admit it...well she was kind of in his own little group and just like with the group back home, he'd protect her. "I'm sorry."OOC: Sorry for the wait >> but omfg carnid Word count: 394...such small, much apologies. Tag: Enid Andrews
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Post by Enid Andrews on Nov 21, 2016 5:37:30 GMT
" Ow!" The soft cry spewed from Enid's mouth as Carl's body landed near her. Her eyes moved to the side to watch him, narrowing slightly. She didn't blame him for it, with his eye and all, she guessed it was hard to see everything in his path. Instead she let out a small chuckle at his clumsiness, making sure to turn her head so he didn't see her laughing at him. As much as she tried, her laughter, ever so quiet, could still most likely reach his ears but in that split second moment Enid didn't have a care in the world. However, Carl began to speak and the moment was lost. " Sitting and laying are two different things, Enid." Her noises ceased and she looked at him once again. " Sure," she said, ignoring the small pang in her chest that came when her giggling came to an end. She agreed with him for the most part, even though she knew that there was more to be said from her side. " But look at it this way, all sciences aside," Enid started, laying the offer out between them, while lifting herself into a sitting position. " Even if I was sitting, I'd still be on the ground. You're just being picky..." She smiled at him before adding, " and annoying." With that last bit, finally finishing her demonstration, Enid let her body fall back onto the forest floor with a soft 'thump'. Enid let her hands halfway bury themselves in the dirt, the tension in the air beginning to make her feel suffocated. The silence making all kind of thoughts run through her mind. None of them entirely good but none of them necessarily bad either. They were just... neutral. What if something happened? Something bad? What then? Enid let out a breath right as two little words, words that she never thought she'd hear, slipped past Carl's lips. " I'm sorry." What? Enid felt her eyebrow's scrunch and she craned her neck to get a full view of Carl, his body now lying on it's side. " Sorry for what?" She stared at him, confusion floating on her features. " You have nothing to apologize for, I shouldn't have said what I did." She excused, shaking off his apology since she didn't believe he needed it. Enid lifted her hands from the dirt, shaking off any excess and then using her fingers to pick off what stayed. A distraction she thought she needed to find so she could stop feeling like a rumbling volcano of emotions. Carl didn't need to apologize for something she caused, and him doing so made her feel weird. Alien. The picking helped with nothing and in the end she brought her knees up and wiped her dirtied hands against the fabric of her jeans. " It was my fault, not yours." other: carnid omgg <3 words: 473 tag: Carl Grimes
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Post by Carl Grimes on Nov 21, 2016 6:07:24 GMT
He didn't fail to miss her cry after tripping over her. He felt bad for...well tripping over her, but it was already done. If he was a different person, he probably would have tried to go over her and make sure every inch of her was okay. But he wasn't that person. He was Carl grimes. The soft laughing reached his ears and he looked over at Enid curiously, a small smirk playing on his lips. After words were spoken the laughing seized and he couldn't help but feel a pang as well because she wasn't laughing either. 'What is wrong with me?'He could see just fine with his one eye. Okay maybe not, but he hated to admit that. He didn't want people to think he was incapable of anything. You're just being picky...and annoying." He snorted towards her response and rolled his eyes. "Same difference." She collapsed on her back again and Carl rolled to his, looking up at the sky. Her movement of shoving her hands halfway in the dirt didn't escape his scrutiny and his mind had the stupidest thought. It was like that tiny little voice that was in his head that told him when things were good or bad completely disappeared. Instead, his teenagery hormones took over and all they were thinking was hand, hand, hand.He knew she would probably hit him...but he was going to take a chance. After all, how hard could she hit? He slide his hand across the ground rather awkwardly and would push his hand under the dirt to try to lay it on top of hers. He closed his eyes and winced, feeling incredibly awkward. The air was tense, but his actions just added about two hundred percent of awkwardness to it. Then she was speaking and sitting up. Carl pulled his hand back to him and looked at her for a moment. The whole situation was pretty much a mess but...well he did act like a child. Like how she had said he had. "Enid, it was both of our faults." Just then, he heard a rustle in a bush nearby and a twig snap. He immediately lowered his body in case they were coming their way. Maybe it was just a racoon or a squirrel? He didn't know, but he didn't care to take a chance. OOC: Boi that awkward level tho Word count: 400 on the dot Tag: Enid Andrews
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Post by Enid Andrews on Nov 22, 2016 1:04:28 GMT
Everything was awkward. Well, maybe not all the way, but it was close enough to make Enid feel uncomfortable. She didn’t make any sort of response to him shrugging off her short demonstration of why she believed that sitting and laying were similar, and she definitely didn’t say anything when his hand began to slowly creep towards hers. She did, however, shoot a mostly nonexistent frown his way when she noticed how quickly he had pulled it back. Not that she cared much about it anyway. " Enid, it was both of our faults." The confusion that had drifted from her face for only a few minutes had returned again. “ Wait...” Enid turned over to face Carl, wrapping her hands around her arms. Explain it to me, Carl, stop being so weird. To her, Carl was an enigma; she almost always felt just the tiniest bit disoriented around him and it wasn't like he made it any better by being so cryptic. “ What do you- ” The question was left unfinished, interrupted by the sound of what seemed like twigs breaking. All noises ceased between the two and she followed Carl’s actions by pushing herself more into the ground, though it didn’t do much to conceal her. The crunching sound of leaves and underbrush immediately forced her senses on overdrive, just the smallest movement of a potential threat caused her muscles to tense and bunch like they were preparing to propel themselves off the ground and away from whatever was making the noise. It seemed like minutes, just as Enid deemed the suspense-filled episode over and she started to lift her torso off the ground again, a lone walker came stumbling out of the forest, making a bee-line straight towards them. Time felt like it was slowing and Enid took those few seconds to bounce off of the ground and onto the heels of her feet, instinctively reaching for, what used to be, her mother’s sacred dagger. It wasn’t there.Enid grasped nothing but the warm air around her, and then promptly began to panic as the walker shuffled closer, snapping its rotten teeth in her direction. She felt like an idiot, even after repeatedly telling herself to never go anywhere without some sort of protection to keep herself alive. Coming out into the forest today was just a split second decision, a stupid split second decision. She hadn’t expected to have Carl follow her, to have that unnecessary little fight with him. She was an idiot, and she was going to die an idiot. Now is not the time to think about dying… Enid quickly snapped back into reality. Why was she scared? She’d spent months on the road, holding her own. She should be used to having to defend herself against every factor thrown at her. This time was different. She couldn’t explain it, but it just was. The fear that had taken over her brain for that moment shrank and Enid, pushed by the adrenaline rushing through her veins, threw out her hands and shoved the dead thing back. She didn’t spend time to watch it tip over, knowing that it was only a matter of time before it stopped fumbling and found its way back onto its feet again. She wasted no time, almost darting away from the scene but not before turning back to her companion to yell at him for being slow. “ Carl! Come on!” Yes, she was running, and she hoped that Carl wouldn't do anything stupid. She wanted him to just get up and run with her. other: bruh words: 594 tag: Carl Grimes
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