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@blendintowalls
❛❛ i’m a glorified janitor ; i clean up after sick people. i’m nothing there. i blend into the walls. i don’t know why, whoever did this to me, picked me, but they did. ❜❜
an independent, mutuals only roleplay blog for david radford from the short film saw 0.5. written by julia.
thought so. she wrangles in a spiteful breath and settles back in her seat a little. not completely, and not at ease (though, historically speaking, she's right where she belongs. david's passenger seat, its ripped fabric that scratches itself into her legs, its perpetual stink of smoke and staleness, fits like a fingerless glove. mara's love burns red hot under the heavy touch of life or death, shiny like a blood diamond and just as dripping-wet).
"come on, david," she pleads again, "i just want you to take me serious! i'm not asking for a fucking ring!" unless...?
a short laugh, sounds more like an airy scoff when it leaves him. even more like being punched in the lungs than anything actually funny right now. david surrenders, however, reaching over to finally yank the volume down a bit. ' mara, you just fuckin' threatened to jump out of my car going, what, sixty ? that's your pitch ? '
' nah, you just want . . . i don't even know. a reaction. you always want a reaction. and yeah, congrats, you got one. ' a glance thrown her direction once more, ' happy ? '
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refuses to look at her. cranking the angry industrial track louder, instead ! nine inch nails rattling the bass like the band personally tries to shake mara out of existence. ' yeah ? '
david snaps over the noise, a brief glance toward the young woman beside him before he looks back through the windshield and to the road. ' then jump. ' leaves him sharp, leaves him immediate. he regrets it just as quick. eyes snap to mara again, her hand on the handle, before he suddenly shoots his hand out to slam the lock down on her side. ' jesus, you're so fuckin' dramatic ─ psycho. '
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Saw II (Original Score) - Charlie Clouser & Various artists
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' believe me, if that's what i had to look forward to, i'd have cut out of this joint way sooner than this. ' at present, the snacks sound more appealing than the groupies. which is more jarring ? the metallic squeal of the door or the blinding light of the sun ? dean squints his return to clarity, scanning the endless rows of non-distinct sedans and suvs for something interesting that would've caught his eye on the way in.
' you know what, ' oops. ' i didn't drive here. ' power of good medication. he forgot they dragged him in with the meat wagon, all flashing lights and theatrics and fun. hell of a bill for whoever's name he gave for health insurance, and now a hell of a time for his new bestie david. ' you're not busy, right ? ' he shouldn't be, dean's just cleared his schedule. ' wanna give me a ride ? '
now he can finally have a cigarette, safely kept within the pockets of his scrubs. david lets the other go just enough to lean against the wall beside the exit. he needed it more than david did. ' yeah. i kinda gathered that. ' eyes squint over the parking lot with him. he takes the creased package out of his pocket, followed by the small lighter ─ pulls out a cigarette, sticks it betwixt lips and sets it ablaze.
you're not busy, right ? the orderly huffs out a dry laugh, smoke spilling with it. busy. well, what david should do is march his ass back inside, leave the guy baking in the sun until someone with more authority and less to lose dragged him back to bed. that's what a normal person would do.
instead, he pictures the rest of his shift. it was a fucking prison sentence ; changing sick-stained sheets and emptying piss. dodging the nurses eyes. maybe stealing some more pills if he got the nerve. maybe not. maybe just hiding in the locker room feeling his bones itch. or he could just leave. right now. he looks at the other, face pale beneath freckles. mouth tight with pain. he looks like hell. and still he tries to walk off, anyway. what an idiot.
' where d'you live ? ' david suddenly hears himself say, words surprising himself as much as it probably did the other. ' look, i'm not your chauffeur, i'm just . . . ' a shrug. bored ? miserable ? looking for an excuse ? ' i'm headed that way, anyway. ' he takes another drag, pointing toward the employee lot.
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@grote5querie said: ' are you gonna be good for me ? ' / from violet hehe
grunge hums low from the speakers ; all sludge and feedback and david can't even tell what song it is anymore. not that it matters. because his wrists are pulled tight behind his back. it's his own damn fault for snooping, really ─ beer in hand and a dizzy brain, wandering around her living room like it was his own. and what he'd found was a black rope. just as rough as it looks. he'd shown her his catch with a mocking grin, too wide by his own admission - had just laughed as violet cinched it tighter ; a short, breathy huff of a sound that almost surprised even him. ' it's fine. ' he'd say when the other asked if the pressure was okay. but it was better than fine, though that he kept to himself.
shoulders pulled back as he leans into the couch cushions. the fabric soft against strained wrists. he feels every movement violet makes right beside him ; the heat of her thigh and the shift as she reaches for her beer on the coffee table. his own can sitting there untouched. sweating. and his own cigarette once betwixt fingers gone as well. after a sip, the other leans back to light one of her own. the click of the lighter was almost mocking ─ knowing damn well he can't do a thing to quench his need for those sweet toxins. no, he's stuck like this. and she looks right at him.
' fuck. ' comes muttering, ' that's just evil. ' another laugh slips under his breath at that, feeling the way his wrists ache. prompting heat to creep up his neck. flushing his face. fucking stupid.
are you gonna be good for me ? woman asks, amusement flickering behind her sooty rims. david responds with a snort, greens lingering on the cigarette pressed to her lips. breaks it off with a shake of his head. ' dunno. don't really feel like it. ' smoke curls out of her nose now, and it makes him twitch. involuntarily. it was petty. needy. he absolutely hates how his wants rearrange when he's like this. violet doesn't rush, however. and david lets that scene play out in front of him. ' if i . . . ' man hesitates, a tilt of his head as lips curl slightly on his mouth. the faintest of smiles provided. he tests the rope with a small, pointless movement. still stuck. ' if i try to be good ─ can i have a drag of that cigarette ? '
@1stdaughter said: ' why are you such a pessimist ? '
a snort escapes him, leaning his frame back against the chair as he runs bony fingers through his dark tufts. because it's like asking why the sky is gray, isn't it ? david taps fingers against the edge of the table. nails bitten way too short. ' nah. just a realist, ash. ' quick smile flashes before letting his hand drift back toward his caramel frappe, twigs curling around the icy plastic. and his gaze slips away for just a second ─ draping over her perfectly put-together hair, expensive clothes, the entire being of her. someone who's the complete polar opposite of himself. and then he comes back.
' what can i say ? the world sucks. people suck. i fuckin' suck. i mean, ' he scoffs, ' you don't really get disappointed if you keep expecting the worst, right ? ' a self-mocking smile, crooked and overplayed, pulls at his lips. fingers tightening around cup as he leans forward, mouth closing around the straw, burying that smile and takes a sip ; remaining in that same position as he speaks again. ' also, someone has to balance out all your optimism. or you'd just float away. '
Saw 0.5 (Short, 2003) dir. James Wan
↪ 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ . ( a collection of various unsorted question prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . will be updated frequently . )
are you kidding me ?
[ name ] , what just happened ?
hey ! what’d you do that for ?
did you plan on ever telling me ?
do you want to tell me the truth , this time ?
you seriously think i could’ve done this ?
did you know about this ?
[ name ] , what were you thinking ?!
can we talk ? alone ?
why are you doing all of this ?
it can’t be that bad , right ?
haven’t you heard the stories ?
who did this to you ?
what are you insinuating ?
what did you think was gonna happen ?!
you think i could do something like that ?
who do you think you are ?
why won’t you let me help you ?
do you have any evidence of that ?
can we put away our differences for a second ?
where have you been ?
is that … blood ?
what’s your problem ?
are you real ?
where’s your sense of adventure ?
would you kill for me ?
you’re [ name ] , aren’t you ?
why can’t you just let it go ?
do you want me to stay ?
what if we left … ran away ?
what else was i supposed to do ?
how did you get this scar ?
could you give me a hand with this ?
do you ever stop talking ?
you’ve never done this before , have you ?
where do you think you’re going ?
how many fingers am i holding up ?
what can i say to make it better ?
why can’t we all just get along ?
can i stay the night ?
what’s that supposed to mean ?
where did your common sense go ?
you seriously don’t believe me ?
what aren’t you telling me ?
do you have a minute ?
why are you lying ?
you’re gonna walk away from this ?
where am i supposed to go ?
can we stop and think about this rationally ?
how long has it been since you’ve slept ?
why can’t we be civil about this ?
what makes you so special ?
where is all of this coming from ?
how are we gonna get out of here ?
you’ll never leave me , right ?
were you in on this ?
care to join me for a bit ?
shows what you know , doesn’t it ?
do you want to get out of here ?
what were you expecting to happen ?
what are you working on ?
i can tell you’re upset , what happened ?
when can i see you again ?
where do we go from here ?
can you sit up for me ?
how long have you been awake ?
what are you getting out of this ?
can we put this behind us ?
where are you ? nobody’s heard from you .
how can i make this go away ?
were you following me ?
where does it hurt ? show me .
[ name ] , what the hell ?
hey … can i ask you something ?
you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?
really ? you’re gonna do that right here ?
are you even listening to me ?
we can help each other , right ?
hey … did you hear that ?
you have no idea who i am , do you ?
how long have you known ?
what exactly are you asking me to do ?
how was i supposed to know that ?
are you new around here ?
can you stop and listen to me for a second ?
do you think there’s something wrong with me ?
what , you think i’m not qualified ?
why did you help me ?
can you just look at me , please ?
what can i do to convince you ?
where did we go wrong ?
oh my god , are you bleeding ?
why the long face ?
are you trying to get yourself killed ?
what do you make of this ?
how much do you wanna bet ?
you’re sure this will work ?
why are you so concerned about me ?
what are you trying to prove ?
did you ever care about me ?
are you drunk ?
isn’t this amazing ?
how long have you been standing there ?
what are you suggesting ?
why are you such a pessimist ?
did you know them ?
can we call it a day ?
where did you come from ?
"that barely counts."
she'd say a child could do that but, from her own experience, she was already rolling and frying lumpia around the time she started school. the bar is set too high.
"pasta salad is gross. how can you eat that?"
like he'd previously said, RUDE ! david lazily shoots his hands up in feigned defense, backing away from the small, stained, and miserable excuse for a fridge. he's still offended.
' it's efficient, 'kay ? you make a big bowl and you live off it for three days ─ sometimes four if you don't think too hard about the funky taste of it. '
"so you do not cook. ever?" behind this outwardly display of disgust, there's a dash of worry. divina tries not to show it lest he never lets her live it down.
a huff. ' i cook ! ' that's it ─ he feels the shame pouring out of the fridge now. like it's aiming for david personally. seeking to devour him whole. so he shuts it before it's too late.
' like, sandwiches, fuckin' pasta salads . . . you name it. '
the smirk playing at her mouth is amused, sure, but that familiar flicker of something mean glints in the blue of her eyes. it’s sick, really, the way she watches him from the corner of her gaze when he slips the pill onto his tongue and swallows it dry. she can almost taste it herself; chemical bitterness ghosting the back of her throat, that sharp tang that turns to numbness a moment later. she’s jealous, in a way, that it isn’t her riding that high, though she knows better. knows exactly what happens when you get careless in a place like this, when you let your guard drop around a pack of starving dogs. she’s got the scars to remind her. “draggin’ you out here, huh?” she says, amusement heavy and unbothered as she thumbs at the stereo set into the wall. “pardon the shit outta me, mr. hospital man. maybe i should’ve let you leave with the shakes and no wallet.” a pointed look over her shoulder, blonde brows lifted, daring him to get cute before she hits play. the opening hum of ava adore by smashing pumpkins spills from the speakers, drowning out the muffled chaos bleeding through the velvet curtains. “for that, i get to pick the first song.” she moves toward him like smoke, like something warm and coiling and dangerous. tattooed hips swaying, a slow serpentine rhythm, before she settles into his lap. he’s almost starting to look human again; color creeping back into his cheeks, the clammy sheen lifting from his skin. she starts to move with the beat, rocking and rolling against him, the grind of her body a metronome synced perfectly to the bass. “feelin’ better yet?” she asks, tilting her head as she shifts, arms lifting, hands braced along either side of his head on the back of the couch, giving him more to look at and less to breathe with. then, sing-song sweet and mocking, “thank you, violet, you’re the best, violettttt.~"
maybe i should've let you leave with the shakes and no wallet. her cheeky-sweet tunes drag a scoff out of chapped lips, but it's anything but bitter. david drops his head back a bit as he watches violet by the stereo, that synthetic acidity coating the back of his throat in an all too familiar, warming, and almost shameful way he'd never dare to admit.
woman makes her way toward him, breath catching hard the moment she settles herself into his lap ─ each and every point of contact spreading small, warm pulses though the chemically-softened buzz in his veins. own thighs tautening beneath her form as she moves. pallid fingers twitch fruitlessly, allowing his hands to hover awkwardly at his sides ; not quite sure what to do with them. ' draggin' me out here . . . ' david mutters, pill hitting him, a creeping wave that loosens anxiety's chokehold for just a moment. hell, she fucking knows it, too. she sees the moment it happens. and he hates how transparent he gets with her sometimes ; letting violet read him like he was a book she'd bought and owned.
' yeah, well. you did. nobody else just, ' voice breaking off as she rolls her hips. ' nobody else jus' does all this. ' david gives her a crooked smile. shifting himself slightly beneath her. ' yeah man, whatever. ' he starts, dragging green hues over her, over the ink on her skin, over all that messy glitter, over the way her blonde strands catch in the neon so beautifully. everything looks so much more vivid now. so much more captivating. every motion sharper. he lifts a hand, tentatively so, daring it to rest lightly upon her thigh ; tips of his fingers grazing warm shell. ' this what you wanna hear, huh ? fine. ' he tries his best to stealth his smile. he fails. and it's almost childish. ' thank you, violet. ' rolling his eyes for emphasis, though he's anything but annoyed. ' you're the best ─ violet. '
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