[ Truthfully when Shane comes face to face with scientists his mind goes into fight or flight mode. Unfortunately with Shane that's mostly fight. Especially these days. He tries to cold clock a few of them until he's fully restrained. It's hard to listen to reason when they start giving him the full rundown of what he's walked into. The CDC wasn't too long ago. Jenner and his lying ass were still fresh in his mind. How're these folks any better or worse than him? Finally Shane settles down though and shuts his mouth. He doesn't see walkers. World smells different too. Back home it's hard not to smell death everywhere. It lingers in the air no matter where you go. Right now there's nothing. The paper gown makes him grumble, but when he gets outside and finds a limo he doesn't really know what to do. Luxury is finding a can of SpaghettiOs that hasn't been devoured. This is all kinds of different.
At some point he goes from a limo to a highrise and Shane honestly isn't sure what to do with himself. From what little he saw of Hershel's house back home seemed like a luxury they were given despite Carl's condition. Now he's got an apartment and suddenly it's like he's right back before the outbreak. It's gotta be a fucking dream. This whole situation is unbelievable. Right down to the orientation that he eventually attends in actual clothes. His clothes. They're just clean. Which is a damn shock after he's spent so long washing them in a river or any other small water source they can find.
The whole dominant and submissive shit sounds like it's all just made up. He doesn't know if he trusts it. Doesn't know how he can trust it. His world is filled up to the brim with liars. Folks will do and say just about anything back home. Especially if it means survival. Shane knows first hand. Otis is still fresh on his mind. The last thing he truly remembers from home is getting back to the farmhouse to get the medical equipment to Hershel. Now he's here. Wearing clean clothes and being told that he's supposed to be some sort of dominant? Before the outbreak Shane's sex life wasn't exactly bland. He was single and sleeping around was kinda just something he did. Now he's got a label slapped on him and some sort of rules in place.
Still. It's better than home.
Been a long time since Shane's been on a functioning transportation system. King County isn't exactly a buzzing metropolis, but he's been on a train or two. Still. It's been a while. Maybe he's just an idiot or maybe he's still hurting from Lori, but when a woman (he's almost certain is a submissive) approaches him he buckles a little. The walls come down and Shane lets himself get duped a little. Before he can blink though he's got himself a problem. She's not alone and they are not looking for any group options. ]
I ain't got nothin', ladies. You're barkin' up the wrong tree here.
& new flesh like a glove
[ Shane really isn't looking to visit an expo, but he's also not a damn idiot. He knows there'll be more people for him to talk to and that means more information. Getting to talk to someone who has a little bit of unbiased knowledge about this place would really make him sleep a little bit easier at night. Though having an actual mattress has helped go a long way. It all looks too good to be true. Not the underlying situation, but the world. It's whole and that's the part that leaves him the most uneasy. He's been in survival mode for so long that he's almost forgotten how it feels to relax. He doesn't know how to settle and he doesn't get any sort of comfort from a locked door. Locks break.
The booths and the people keep Shane's head spinning. He's curious and skeptical all at the same time. He makes a point to check most of the booths just in case he misses something, but at some point he does realize that it's just sex toys. Not that he didn't know what he was stepping into, but it's nothing useful to him. He doesn't actually think he needs any. At least not yet. The Climax VR Headset is about as appealing a kick to the nuts. Shane's not had to deal with technology much since the outbreak and he's not sure he wants to start incorporating it into his sex life now.
Grandma Hattie's Snacks and Sweets however pulls Shane in pretty easily. Food is scarce back home and good food is almost impossible to find. If it's not in a can or freeze dried you're not eating it. Wild animals are scarce really. Walkers overpower them and rip them to shreds pretty easily. Shane forks over a voucher pretty quick for some bread and spends some time wandering the other booths eating on it. It's about the best damn bread he's had in a long time. He's thanking his lucky stars until it hits. It's unassuming at first. A warmth that spreads out and makes it impossible to ignore.
It's an itch in the back of his mind. One that consumes his thoughts and has him trying to collect himself. ] Shit. [ He whispers to himself. ]
& wild card
[ Feel free to come at me with something else if you'd like. Shane's a zombie apocalypse survivor and former rural deputy for the Sheriff's department. This is all a little over the top for him. ]
Shane Walsh | The Walking Dead | Dominant
[ Truthfully when Shane comes face to face with scientists his mind goes into fight or flight mode. Unfortunately with Shane that's mostly fight. Especially these days. He tries to cold clock a few of them until he's fully restrained. It's hard to listen to reason when they start giving him the full rundown of what he's walked into. The CDC wasn't too long ago. Jenner and his lying ass were still fresh in his mind. How're these folks any better or worse than him? Finally Shane settles down though and shuts his mouth. He doesn't see walkers. World smells different too. Back home it's hard not to smell death everywhere. It lingers in the air no matter where you go. Right now there's nothing. The paper gown makes him grumble, but when he gets outside and finds a limo he doesn't really know what to do. Luxury is finding a can of SpaghettiOs that hasn't been devoured. This is all kinds of different.
At some point he goes from a limo to a highrise and Shane honestly isn't sure what to do with himself. From what little he saw of Hershel's house back home seemed like a luxury they were given despite Carl's condition. Now he's got an apartment and suddenly it's like he's right back before the outbreak. It's gotta be a fucking dream. This whole situation is unbelievable. Right down to the orientation that he eventually attends in actual clothes. His clothes. They're just clean. Which is a damn shock after he's spent so long washing them in a river or any other small water source they can find.
The whole dominant and submissive shit sounds like it's all just made up. He doesn't know if he trusts it. Doesn't know how he can trust it. His world is filled up to the brim with liars. Folks will do and say just about anything back home. Especially if it means survival. Shane knows first hand. Otis is still fresh on his mind. The last thing he truly remembers from home is getting back to the farmhouse to get the medical equipment to Hershel. Now he's here. Wearing clean clothes and being told that he's supposed to be some sort of dominant? Before the outbreak Shane's sex life wasn't exactly bland. He was single and sleeping around was kinda just something he did. Now he's got a label slapped on him and some sort of rules in place.
Still. It's better than home.
Been a long time since Shane's been on a functioning transportation system. King County isn't exactly a buzzing metropolis, but he's been on a train or two. Still. It's been a while. Maybe he's just an idiot or maybe he's still hurting from Lori, but when a woman (he's almost certain is a submissive) approaches him he buckles a little. The walls come down and Shane lets himself get duped a little. Before he can blink though he's got himself a problem. She's not alone and they are not looking for any group options. ]
I ain't got nothin', ladies. You're barkin' up the wrong tree here.
& new flesh like a glove
[ Shane really isn't looking to visit an expo, but he's also not a damn idiot. He knows there'll be more people for him to talk to and that means more information. Getting to talk to someone who has a little bit of unbiased knowledge about this place would really make him sleep a little bit easier at night. Though having an actual mattress has helped go a long way. It all looks too good to be true. Not the underlying situation, but the world. It's whole and that's the part that leaves him the most uneasy. He's been in survival mode for so long that he's almost forgotten how it feels to relax. He doesn't know how to settle and he doesn't get any sort of comfort from a locked door. Locks break.
The booths and the people keep Shane's head spinning. He's curious and skeptical all at the same time. He makes a point to check most of the booths just in case he misses something, but at some point he does realize that it's just sex toys. Not that he didn't know what he was stepping into, but it's nothing useful to him. He doesn't actually think he needs any. At least not yet. The Climax VR Headset is about as appealing a kick to the nuts. Shane's not had to deal with technology much since the outbreak and he's not sure he wants to start incorporating it into his sex life now.
Grandma Hattie's Snacks and Sweets however pulls Shane in pretty easily. Food is scarce back home and good food is almost impossible to find. If it's not in a can or freeze dried you're not eating it. Wild animals are scarce really. Walkers overpower them and rip them to shreds pretty easily. Shane forks over a voucher pretty quick for some bread and spends some time wandering the other booths eating on it. It's about the best damn bread he's had in a long time. He's thanking his lucky stars until it hits. It's unassuming at first. A warmth that spreads out and makes it impossible to ignore.
It's an itch in the back of his mind. One that consumes his thoughts and has him trying to collect himself. ] Shit. [ He whispers to himself. ]
& wild card
[ Feel free to come at me with something else if you'd like. Shane's a zombie apocalypse survivor and former rural deputy for the Sheriff's department. This is all a little over the top for him. ]