{wonders Daryl Dixon preference for Thea Bauer's scarred face} {Surely he would prefer one not so different? So... ruined?}

{muttering} Humans... {Rick Grimes's face felt tight and tired; a mask that did nothing but serve her purpose, to get her away from the self righteous stench of /normalcy/, the enforced glimpse of a life she'd never have... And /him/. #Rick's nose flaring, lip curling --

-- in distaste as her thoughts snapped to Logan, she made her way through the sewers towards the surface, hating #Logan more and more with every step he took. A daughter. A love of his own? What a damn laugh. Even in a world crawling with the Dead, --

-- .Logan couldn't learn. Wouldn't learn. Trying to connect with these.... /people/ would bring nothing but pain. He didn't belong with them. Not with the half blinded boy with the hat. Not the do gooder in the suit, or the smirking girl who thought she belonged --

-- at his side. Better to align herself with Negan and Shane Walsh. Take out the human's sanctuary and Logan too. Hell, at this point, it was practically an act of mercy. It's what Erik would have done. Pushing open the grate at the end --

-- of the tunnel, she stepped out into the sun, throwing up a hand to shield her eyes. Running away from the humans for the last time. Running to Victor Creed and her own kind.} {softly} Here we go...

-- Unconscious, where the Dead could find you? {Turning off the tap, she stepped carefully down, carrying the drink to Simon.} --

- Were you frightened? {Lifting an innocent gaze to Simon as she passed him the glass, she stepped back, the picture of respect -

-- and submission.} I would have been terribly frightened. And angry. {A hint of a knowing smirk playing at the corner of --

-- her lips, she eyed Simon, idly wondering if the smug human would be entranced or crap his pants if she shifted in front --

-- of him.} Are you angry? Simon

{blinking} I will. {A ghost of a genuine smile touching her lips, she lifted her chin, momentarily unseated by the unexpected decency.} -- x.com/Be_Extra_Nice/…

-- It's a peaceful color. Or so I've been told. x.com/Be_Extra_Nice/…

Yeah. Keep telling yourself that, /gelding/. x.com/Be_Extra_Nice/…

"You don't need to do this Raven. Humans are /good/ at their core. It's fear that drives them to the dark. Show them. Show them they don't need to fear you." {Irritation rising at the ghost of #Charles' voice echoing in her ear, she stole up to the parking garage door, --

-- angelic features morphing to the handsome visage of Raymond Reddington, bending to access the retinal scanner.} {under her breath} Even in death, you just /love/ the sound of your own voice, don't you Charles. {huffing} Crawl out of my ass. --

-- {Stealing silently into the parking garage, her shadow slowly shrinking, she lifted her hand to her newly unruly hair, fingers ghosting over the bandage that wrapped around her new illusion's face, slouching into the perfect mimicry of a teenage boy's --

-- stride. The son. The father wouldn't question odd behavior from his progeny, and the boy would, undoubtedly have unrestricted access to the entire facility. Weakness, born of love, so uniquely human. Idiots. Moving to the elevator door, she eyed the key pad and --

-- inwardly cursed, reaching to press the comm button on the dusty unit's side.} Dad? Are you there? I'm... I'm in the garage. Can you come get me? I forget the code to call the elevator. Rick Grimes

I like this face. {smirking} Think I'll keep it for a while... x.com/RP_Beezy/statu…