Getting my hands dirty

Open roleplay blog for the BLU Engineer from the game TF2. Please read my rules

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Russell has brought a present for Dell. He's brought him a book on different robotic advancements throughout the years, and a telescope that can be carried around in a bag or a backpack.

"This is really sweet, Russell. Thank you." Dell smiles and wraps an arm around the other. He then hands him a gift, wrapped in old news paper.

Its a pair of shoes he made to allow the other to jump higher.

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practicalsolutions‌:

“No way. Why would I need a robot hand? Why would I run inta traffic? I’m tryin’ real hard, but I don’t know who you are!” Justin was in disbelief. Once again he tried to sit up. He got increasingly frustrated when it didn’t work.

“I gotta get outta here!” He fiddled with the various tubes and wires attached to his body, even pulling out his IV. His heart monitor flatlined as he tugged the little suction cups off of his chest. He crawled right off the side of the bed and ended up on the cold floor in his paper-thin hospital gown. “..Se.. Security!”

“Justin stop” Dells voice raised slightly as he reached his arms out to stop him from trying to get out of bed “you need to rest. You-” he stood up from his cha,r quickly, knocking it down as he looked around. 

He went to approach and help him up, but before he cold the security walked in. One of the guys shouted at him “what are you doing” the assumption that Dell had gotten violent with the patient was shared. One briskly walked over to Dell and grabbed his arm “you need to leave, sir. This is unacceptable.” The second, helped Justin back into his bed.

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Medic: …and release all the sounds that are trapped in your mind…

Engineer: [PROLONGED SCREAMS]

Medic:

Medic:

Medic: Engie, are you okay?

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practicalsolutions‌:

“Nineteen sixty-what!? No-no-no! Don’t worry, I’ll.. I’ll try again later.” The brain damage had made him a little more spacy than usual, and the morphine in his system didn’t help. His heart rate was still fast, but Justin was trying to act calm and find a less traumatic explanation for it all.

“This is the damn craziest dream I’ve ever had.. Like, really. The heck is this?” He flexed the fingers of his prosthetic and chuckled nervously. “What am I, a space pirate? Whew… I’ll just wake up and uhh.. write this one down?”

He shook his head “it ain’t a dream buddy” he said softly “it’s.. it’s real. Unfortunately. God- I wish I could have been there with you.” He sat back and looked around. Where the fuck was the doctor?

 Dell held up his own hand “you built yours and I built mine, see” he twiddles the fingers of his gunslinger. “I probably shouldn’t pile too much stuff onto you about this stuff. I hope you remember more in time.” 

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practicalsolutions‌:

“Uhhh… 1949? No, I graduated.. so it’s-..” Justin’s grip on Dell’s hand was weak. He kept trying to sit up in bed but he wasn’t getting anywhere. His legs just wouldn’t move no matter how hard he tried.

“What’s goin’ on? What happened ta me!?” Panic and confusion were setting in. He looked down at his useless feet and the strange contraption in place of his right hand and his heart monitor started to beep faster.

He shook his head “no, son, it’s 1969. You were really hurt, Justin.” He was so worried about Justin, seeing him awake brought little comfort to him, especially now. “They don’t think you’ll be able to walk” he said softly “Justin, I’m so sorry.”

His shoulders shook with each breath, trying to stay calm for the sake of the other but wasn’t able to at all. He broke down.

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“Just stay awake a little longer, okay mr!” (scouts now a child....god)

Dell groaned as he looked up at the boy, clutching at his wound “I’ll be- I can stay up” he said softly, smiling “I will do what I can to stay awake.”

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practicalsolutions answered your ask “You don’t remember what happened? You were hit by a car, remember?.”

Dell felt his heart break as he held onto the other mans hand. He didn’t remember who he was. “I-I’m a friend of your’s Justin. My name is Dell.” His voice quivered as he tried to hold back the tears that had already been rolling down his face. He’d rushed to the hospital as soon as he heard something had happened. 

On top of that, Dell had been informed of Justin’s injuries and it wasn’t looking good. “How much do you remember, Justin? What year is it now?”

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Hurt/Comfort Roleplay Prompts

“I know it hurts but you have to hold on a little longer, okay?”

“No, you can’t sleep yet!”

“Can you hear me?”

”Don’t get up yet, you’re still bleeding.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“I need you to open your eyes for me. Can you do that?”

“Come on, damn it, open your eyes!”

“How exactly did you manage to give yourself a black eye?”

“Where does it hurt?”

“That was a pretty bad fall, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Is that blood? Oh my god, you’re bleeding!”

“Don’t you dare stop breathing on me now!”

“I called an ambulance, okay? Just stay calm.”

“It’s gonna be okay, there’s help coming soon.”

“Don’t move, the ambulance is on its way.”

“I know it hurts to breathe but you have to stay with me, okay?”

“You can’t feel your legs? Just try to wiggle your toes a little.”

“Stay with me! Don’t you dare leave me now!”

“You don’t remember what happened? You were hit by a car, remember?.” 

“Just stay awake a little longer, okay?”

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🏇🏻- Being chased

He ran at full speed, his head turning now and then to check over his shoulder to see if he was still being chased. “Shit shit shit” he muttered as he ran around the corner. Only to run smack into someone else “dammit.”

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Russell stood for a brief moment, before he seemed...

Dell chuckled a bit “that could work” he said. His face was still tinted red as he spoke the the other. Being caught under the mistletoe was definitely a surprise. “Or...”

Dell then gently kissed Russell’s forehead and smiled “does that work” he asked, a soft smile on his face.

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🥀

Dell was laying flat on his back, as the clouds in the sky slowly passed by. He was in pain, and was unable to move and blood slowly leaked from his wounds “dammit” he grumbled, trying and failing to sit up. He let out a hiss through his teeth as pain shot through his body.

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bostonslugger‌:

As often as Jeremy tried to drown out Conagher, he couldn’t help but let some of his droning through. And he always regretted it when he did.

“And what? Ain’t no use punching myself to make things happen” Scout grumbled back, not particularly caring if he was heard or not. “Beating up someone else is always gonna make me happier…”

He sighed and shook his head “that ain’t how you go about doing it, Scout” he told him “sure, yes, when we are out fighting that’s perfectly okay. But there have got to be other ways, other things, that make you happy, right?” 

He placed a hand on the Scouts shoulder and gave him a soft smile “what sorts of stuff did you do before joining? We can start there.”

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bostonslugger‌:

He didn’t know why, but there was just something about the cries of a man who knew he was about to die that still shook Jeremy to his core. Sure, he loved cracking some knucklehead’s skull open as much as the next guy but;

Jeremy never left anyone to suffer….

Scout knew better than anyone how desperate someone can be, especially with so little of their life remaining… and who knew if that medic was gonna show up. But that didn’t stop him approaching the downed Engineer, pistol in hand.

“If you got any last words…. now’s probably the time for ‘em” Jeremy remarked, somewhat glumly.

Dell looked up at the approaching Scout. He squinted his eyes at the bright sunlight. He knew he couldn't fight back against him, there was no point in it. He laid still on the ground and tucked his head into his chest. 

“I’ll see you after I respawn, boy” he chuckled a bit “you can be sure I’ll get you.” He smiled and looked up at the enemy Scout. Even though he was dying, and they were fighting against he each other he couldn't help but make light of the situation. 

“Thank you.”