Carl Grimes Mystique Rick Grimes Daryl Dixon Lena Dixon Raymond Reddington Daisy Sasha Williams Logan {shrieking} YOU ARE TOO SLOW! {An iron grip on #Rick's hand, she /pulled/ the older human from his seat and through the kitchen door with the verve of an excited sled dog team, desperate to reach #Carl before #Mystique. Was he okay? Had #Mystique hurt him? --

--barely knew me. She just jumped right in to help me from the git go. *on his feet,-- Lena Dixon Carl Grimes Raymond Reddington

-- he came up behind Lena Dixon, gently laying a hand to her shoulder,-- Carl Grimes Raymond Reddington

-- and reached for the sugar bowl, plucked a cube of sugar, and popped it in -- Lena Dixon Carl Grimes Raymond Reddington

--his mouth, blinking slowly as the sweet dissolved on his tongue* How's your -- Lena Dixon Carl Grimes Raymond Reddington

--gunshot, Lena? Do I need to get you in front of a real doctor?Lena Dixon Carl Grimes Raymond Reddington

Would the whiner like to check their fuckin' pole, or will they be keepin' it up their ass? #TakeSeveralFuckinSeats x.com/RPmoaning/stat…

Fuck. *leaning over Lena Dixon's shoulder, intent gaze locked on Victor Creed's form* /I/ know him... -- Raymond Reddington

--That's Victor. *glancing to Raymond Reddington over his shoulder* My brother. -- Mystique Carl Grimes Lena Dixon

--I can't say for sure... *turning back to the screen, his head canting as he -- Raymond Reddington Carl Grimes Lena Dixon

--studied Mystique's child form, he ducked his head in a futile attempt-- Raymond Reddington Carl Grimes Lena Dixon

-- to get a lock on her tell, and shook his head* I have no proof, but if -- Raymond Reddington Carl Grimes Lena Dixon

--Sabertooth's there, chances are good that's Mystique. *side eyeing Carl Grimes* -- Lena Dixon

--You know about them, kid? Raymond Reddington Carl Grimes Carl Grimes Lena Dixon Mystique

"De nada." '.... You can /talk/?' Laura. Logan #Logan #TWD #BPRP

*snorting* Kids are a pain in the ass... Gotta be careful not to smudge the nailpolish, though. x.com/PequenoCarcayu…

*proudly* That's my girl. x.com/MoshCasualties…

You're probably too old for stories, huh? {Dropping to a seat beside Laura.'s cot, she pushed a hand through her hair, eyeing --

Hey, at least I don't dress in yellow spandex. x.com/BowedTracker/s…

Jason Bourne Laura. Hey. {Shouldering open the door, she smiled down Logan on the cot, lifting a cup of coffee in a small salute.} I cooked. --