ANDREA HARRISON

INDEPENDANT ANDREA FROM TWD

based off of twd comics & show.

created on 29/06/15

#safetyisms

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we don't die

survivors have
scars,
victims have
graves...

the authour

my name is lauren, you can call me lozzie if you like.
i'm currently studying at university which means i won't be around all the time.
i aspire to be a screenwriter one day.
i live in london, which makes my timezone GMT.
i'm semi-private, which means i can be picky with who i write with, but it's unlikely.
i'm a lovely person! don't be afraid to approach me.

i know how the safety works

i'm currently accepting all plotting requests & threads with anyone who'd like one.

my ask box is always open too, so feel free to send me asks!

IMPORTANT:

all icons on this page that i use in my threads are mine! i made them myself. i'd like it very much if none of them were stolen from me without credit being given.


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ironedface:

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      He should be used to those questions by now but it didn’t matter how many
      people stared at his burn or how many people asked about them, it was
      still more of an annoyance than anything. His hand was rested on his gun
      just in case but with no other Saviours around he thought it might be a little
     safer since she looked just as alone as he did.  

                          “  Burnt. What else do you think happened? ”

    She doesn’t know who he is, what he’s capable of. What he’s done to
    survivors that were weaker than she was. She  wasn’t  stupid  enough 
    to set her gun aside &  have  a  ‘friendly’  conversation.  She  couldn’t 
    help but wonder if the fire that had caused his burn had been  started 
    on purpose. There was something off about him, something she knew
    she probably should avoid. 

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    ❝ Looks like someone took an iron to your face, if i’m being honest. ❞

# ii. ironedface   # ii. new encounters  

     The first question that arose in her head was; how did his face get  like 
     that? She remained cautious of the other male, eyes not  drifting  from 
     him for a second. She didn’t want to appear weak to the scarred man,
     she was far from that. She had her own scars,  much  like  his,  almost 
     to match. Except, she can guess his hurt more. With her fingers feeling 
     for the gun attached to her hip, she eventually decided to talk to him. 

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     ❝ What happened to your face? ❞

# ironedface   # ii. ironedface   # ii. new encounters   # { didn't know where to start   # so thought we could have them bump into each other for the first time. c: }