Boss Vash

Vash Yo s'up, name's Vash. This is an independent rp blog mostly for my headcanon Saints Row Boss. There's several different OC versions of Vash. Depending on which version of Vash, you want please read bio and headcanon for each. on the universes page. I will RP with any fandom and any OC, or canon character. I track the tags #vashmalice and #bossofthethirdstreetsaints. Also might wanna check out my boyfriend's blog, he's pretty awesome, too. artists: sidebar + corner

[downunderloner-deactivated20250]

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

Levi BARELY got out of that fight, blood running from his forehead, mouth, side, and thigh. Prominent bruises appeared on his face where he had been cornered by a fist-wielding heavy after being chased out of his sniping tower by a spy he had caught decloaking. Let’s just say a lot happened in the span of a couple minutes. Sitting against the wooden wall with an arm around his side, green eyes wide, he stared at his white-haired savior, panting heavily. “Crikey…”

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

 Stepping over the downed Heavy’s body. Body, bat, and face covered in blood, where he’d bludgeoned the big man down. Deep breath before he exhaled it out. One hand reaches up and ends up smearing the blood on his face.  He stares down at the Sniper then before offering his free hand to the other. “Yew okie? Sorry I wasn’t faster. Ain’t never took down a Heavy before, but I couldn’t let him kill yew.. I mean that’s wut a teammates for right?”

[downunderloner-deactivated20250]

It took the sniper a minute to respond, quite shaken up from the experience. Bringing a hand up, he hissed as he pressed his fingers to a gash on his cheek. Must’ve been broken open by the heavy’s knuckle. Once his brain had come down from fighting instinct, reaching out a shaky hand to take the other. Honestly, he felt like he was going to vomit. How much longer would it be until he was used to this already? How long was it going to take him to stop waking up in cold sweat with a blue-clad man staring him dead in the eye…

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

The kid could see the look of confusion and distraught in the other’s eyes. He knew that look, knew that feeling. He used to be the same way when he first got stationed at Nightfall. It hadn’t come easy and he’d wake up crying or screaming from nightmares of people coming to kill him. He never could quite get use to killing people. He died so much because he couldn’t. Now it was about survival because no matter what, someone on the other team wanted him dead and he wasn’t going down without a fight. He helps the sniper up now. “Hey, its okie.I get wut yer feeling. “ He’s not sure what else to say. He’s not good with words, never has been. He does the only thing he knows that makes himself feel better and grabs the Sniper in a big hug, or at least as big as a 5′6 Scout can give.

[downunderloner-deactivated20250]

Levi jumped from the hug, still a bit on edge. “We can’t stay here.” Grabbing the Scout’s arm, he yanked them both towards a new position, not wanting to be caught unguarded.

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

Before Vash could even utter a word, the hug was broken and he was grabbed by the arm and pulled away. “Umm, where we going?” He’s not sure what the other is doing and he feels a bit on edge himself now. 

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[downunderloner-deactivated20250]

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

Levi BARELY got out of that fight, blood running from his forehead, mouth, side, and thigh. Prominent bruises appeared on his face where he had been cornered by a fist-wielding heavy after being chased out of his sniping tower by a spy he had caught decloaking. Let's just say a lot happened in the span of a couple minutes. Sitting against the wooden wall with an arm around his side, green eyes wide, he stared at his white-haired savior, panting heavily. "Crikey..."

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

 Stepping over the downed Heavy’s body. Body, bat, and face covered in blood, where he’d bludgeoned the big man down. Deep breath before he exhaled it out. One hand reaches up and ends up smearing the blood on his face.  He stares down at the Sniper then before offering his free hand to the other. “Yew okie? Sorry I wasn’t faster. Ain’t never took down a Heavy before, but I couldn’t let him kill yew.. I mean that’s wut a teammates for right?”

[downunderloner-deactivated20250]

It took the sniper a minute to respond, quite shaken up from the experience. Bringing a hand up, he hissed as he pressed his fingers to a gash on his cheek. Must’ve been broken open by the heavy’s knuckle. Once his brain had come down from fighting instinct, reaching out a shaky hand to take the other. Honestly, he felt like he was going to vomit. How much longer would it be until he was used to this already? How long was it going to take him to stop waking up in cold sweat with a blue-clad man staring him dead in the eye...

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

The kid could see the look of confusion and distraught in the other’s eyes. He knew that look, knew that feeling. He used to be the same way when he first got stationed at Nightfall. It hadn’t come easy and he’d wake up crying or screaming from nightmares of people coming to kill him. He never could quite get use to killing people. He died so much because he couldn’t. Now it was about survival because no matter what, someone on the other team wanted him dead and he wasn’t going down without a fight. He helps the sniper up now. “Hey, its okie.I get wut yer feeling. “ He’s not sure what else to say. He’s not good with words, never has been. He does the only thing he knows that makes himself feel better and grabs the Sniper in a big hug, or at least as big as a 5′6 Scout can give.

[downunderloner-deactivated20250]

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

Levi BARELY got out of that fight, blood running from his forehead, mouth, side, and thigh. Prominent bruises appeared on his face where he had been cornered by a fist-wielding heavy after being chased out of his sniping tower by a spy he had caught decloaking. Let's just say a lot happened in the span of a couple minutes. Sitting against the wooden wall with an arm around his side, green eyes wide, he stared at his white-haired savior, panting heavily. "Crikey..."

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

 Stepping over the downed Heavy’s body. Body, bat, and face covered in blood, where he’d bludgeoned the big man down. Deep breath before he exhaled it out. One hand reaches up and ends up smearing the blood on his face.  He stares down at the Sniper then before offering his free hand to the other. “Yew okie? Sorry I wasn’t faster. Ain’t never took down a Heavy before, but I couldn’t let him kill yew.. I mean that’s wut a teammates for right?”

[memesomething]

Noticing Trauma sentence starters

Feel free to alter dialogue to suit your muse!

“That really spooked you.” 

“I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.” 

“Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?” 

“Does this happen a lot?” 

“Hey, what happened between you two?” 

“When is the last time you ate?”

“Is this okay?” 

“Hey.” 

“This is the third meal you’ve missed this week, are you okay?” 

“[Name]?” 

“What did he/she/they do?” 

“This … hurts you.” 

“You don’t feel safe, here.” 

“When you look at [trigger], you… what is that?” 

“What can I do?” 

“You were crying in your sleep.” 

“What do you dream about?” 

“Whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. What is it?” 

“You’re right, I don’t understand, yet. Will you help me?” 

“Should I leave a light on for you?” 

“I brought you some water.” 

“I won’t judge you.” 

“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.” 

“Count your breaths with me, okay? Ready? One, two, three, four…” 

“I’m here.” 

“Talk to me.” 

“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.” 

“Let me hold your hair back, at least.” 

“You used to love that [item].” 

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

"how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

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send me one ( or more if you’re feeling sweet <3 ) thing you like about how i portray my oc

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

@downunderloner

Coming back in from the fight, a few new scars and trauma from the battle. The white haired Scout look worse for wear and pretty worn out. Today hadn’t been his finest day, but when was most days his finest. Rubbing his face a bit as he trudged into the rec room and sorta slumped against the wall. He watched then as each and everyone of his teammates file in and congratulated themselves on a fine battle. He hadn’t done much except die a lot and sorta got his hands on the intel till a BLU Soldier blew him up. They still won thanks to their Pyro. Vash’s ice blue eyes lighted on their Sniper then. He’d never really spoke to the other, hell he really didn’t speak much to his team at all. They had sized him up to be like most Scouts.

But the Sniper intrigued him and he found himself moving closer to the other. “Umm great job out there, yew kinda kept their Scout from taking mah head off and I wanted ta say thanks..”

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

 “Ain’t easy for meh either. I mean I’m jest a Southerner that got sent here cause mah Pa. Never really been around a whole lot of people before. Never had to share anything either, except with mah brother Travis.” This is the most he’s talked since he got here. Most his teammates deemed him really unworthy to talk to being a Scout. Thinking he was loud, obnoxious, or hyper. “I jest wanted yew to know, most people dunn look out for meh either way.” He smiles once again and turns “I’ll leave ya be now, I don’t want yew thinking I’m annoying or sumthing..”

[downunderloner-deactivated20250]

“Oi didn’t complain.” Levi stated bluntly. He wasn’t one to let others put themselves down when the truth was the exact opposite. “Oi’m just not tha most social of butterfloies.” The sniper explained. “Probably gonna hit tha showers though.”

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

Vash stops one foot directly in front of the other now before he looks back. “I didn’t say yew did, I’m jest use ta people saying that. I guess I’ve come to expect it..’ Shoulders shrug a bit. “I dunn think either of us are. I dunn talk much I’m sure yew can tell, but yea.” He puts his hands in his pockets then. “Maybe I’ll see yew later, enjoy yer shower Sniper.” The class titles still left a disdain in his mouth. No names just a title. Scout this, Scout that. So he’d gotten use to just calling people their class and not asking for names. No one ever gave them up when he tried either way.

He walked the halls then after leaving Levi. Going to his room to grab his guitar and head to his favorite place to play. Least most the team left him alone, even though he wished sometimes one of them would engage him. He sat down under the shade of the base and started to pick his fingers over the strings.

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

@downunderloner

Coming back in from the fight, a few new scars and trauma from the battle. The white haired Scout look worse for wear and pretty worn out. Today hadn’t been his finest day, but when was most days his finest. Rubbing his face a bit as he trudged into the rec room and sorta slumped against the wall. He watched then as each and everyone of his teammates file in and congratulated themselves on a fine battle. He hadn’t done much except die a lot and sorta got his hands on the intel till a BLU Soldier blew him up. They still won thanks to their Pyro. Vash’s ice blue eyes lighted on their Sniper then. He’d never really spoke to the other, hell he really didn’t speak much to his team at all. They had sized him up to be like most Scouts.

But the Sniper intrigued him and he found himself moving closer to the other. “Umm great job out there, yew kinda kept their Scout from taking mah head off and I wanted ta say thanks..”

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

 “Ain’t easy for meh either. I mean I’m jest a Southerner that got sent here cause mah Pa. Never really been around a whole lot of people before. Never had to share anything either, except with mah brother Travis.” This is the most he’s talked since he got here. Most his teammates deemed him really unworthy to talk to being a Scout. Thinking he was loud, obnoxious, or hyper. “I jest wanted yew to know, most people dunn look out for meh either way.” He smiles once again and turns “I’ll leave ya be now, I don’t want yew thinking I’m annoying or sumthing..”

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

@downunderloner

Coming back in from the fight, a few new scars and trauma from the battle. The white haired Scout look worse for wear and pretty worn out. Today hadn’t been his finest day, but when was most days his finest. Rubbing his face a bit as he trudged into the rec room and sorta slumped against the wall. He watched then as each and everyone of his teammates file in and congratulated themselves on a fine battle. He hadn’t done much except die a lot and sorta got his hands on the intel till a BLU Soldier blew him up. They still won thanks to their Pyro. Vash’s ice blue eyes lighted on their Sniper then. He’d never really spoke to the other, hell he really didn’t speak much to his team at all. They had sized him up to be like most Scouts.

But the Sniper intrigued him and he found himself moving closer to the other. “Umm great job out there, yew kinda kept their Scout from taking mah head off and I wanted ta say thanks..”

[downunderloner-deactivated20250]

Levi jumped slightly, not expecting to have been addressed. The sniper in question was a bit mussed himself, hair all out of place and his clothes ripped in various places. Yes, kept their scout from taking his head off… Because the scout was too busy taking the sniper’s head off. This whole “team” thing was still fairly new to him, figuring he just showed up at the door on the hour, went out and shot at people until sundown, then went to freshen back up and do it all over the very next day. Levi didn’t exactly seem like the social type in the first place, typically hiding out in his room or standing in the corner of a room. However, instead of reacting all grumpy and hateful, he smiled, bringing a hand up to rub at the nape of his neck. 

“Much appreciated, mate. Can’t say it was any skill of moine that kept him from yew. Lil ankleboitah just decided ta pick on tha new meat.” The sniper joked lightly, slipping his rifle back into his locker. “It wasn’t the greatest day…”

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

There was a small smile that ghosted his lips as his eyes watched the other. “Yea well, I would’ve taken a bat to the skull if yew hadn’t. But yea, yew don’t have to tell meh it wasn’t the greatest day. Kinda never really is much fer meh.” Kid places one of his hands in his pockets before he moves to stow that guitar neck of his in the locker. He didn't know what else to say and he was horrible with talking to people. “Jest wanted yew ta know I’m kinda grateful someone was looking out fer meh.”

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

@downunderloner

Coming back in from the fight, a few new scars and trauma from the battle. The white haired Scout look worse for wear and pretty worn out. Today hadn’t been his finest day, but when was most days his finest. Rubbing his face a bit as he trudged into the rec room and sorta slumped against the wall. He watched then as each and everyone of his teammates file in and congratulated themselves on a fine battle. He hadn’t done much except die a lot and sorta got his hands on the intel till a BLU Soldier blew him up. They still won thanks to their Pyro. Vash’s ice blue eyes lighted on their Sniper then. He’d never really spoke to the other, hell he really didn’t speak much to his team at all. They had sized him up to be like most Scouts.

But the Sniper intrigued him and he found himself moving closer to the other. “Umm great job out there, yew kinda kept their Scout from taking mah head off and I wanted ta say thanks..”

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

This is probably Scout Vash’s face claim XD. Minus tattoos.

[life-is-a-cabernet]

@bossofthethirdstreetsaints

If he was lucky, this would be his last fight on this accursed field. He would make as good a showing as he could. Rolling his shoulders, he checked to make sure his revolver was loaded before padding into the sunlight, cloaking as he kept to the edges of the field. He would get to the briefcase before anyone noticed that he was there. All he had to do was be the terrain, become the scenery. 

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

 Vash was going to bring that makeshift bat down again, but the Spy got off another round, hitting him in the side. The kid looks down now, blood spreads across his shirt. “Fucking Spah.” It wasn’t enough to kill him, but did cause the kid to back up a bit. He breathes deeply, nostrils flaring as he does so. “Yew think yer real cute dunchu?”

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

“  is  there  something  you  want  to  tell  me  ?  “

“Yeah.” If Vash noticed, Nathan is wearing casual instead of their uniform. A dark grey shirt and a dark green bomber jacket, blue jeans, and his work boots.

“Do you want to have our first date today?”

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

Vash looks at the other’s hand now before he reaches out and wraps his fingers around the other’s. “Sorry, jest mah brother died in the war not long after he gave meh that guitar. Only person except mah ma who I really cared about.” He doesn’t go into detail about it, he just looks up at the other.

“Umm I like rock..mah Pa used to listen to country, but I didn’t care for it.” He sorta looks away now after talking about his father. “i like the beatles and Jimmy Hendrix. I’m kinda weird I guess.”

[redhotrunner]

Walking in even steps towards the mess hall, the kid finally found it in himself to get food. He stumbled a bit inside not expecting to find anyone there at this time of day. Though his eyes lighted upon a redhaired Scout, the other much taller than him. At least he looked like a Scout. “Umm sorry, didn’t know anyone was in here. Jest gonna get something to snack on if that's okie with yew?” He was still fairly new to the base himself here and didn’t know everyone.

Rudy had been spacing, time was a lost concept to him as he only used references of inebriations and bedroom romps, that he failed to noticed the presence of the other. The voice startled him, making him look down to the other man, a hand coming down to cover his face before the red head sighed with relief. "Oh thank fuck, not an phantom. God knows I have enough of those."

"Nah man, help yourself, I don't really eat after I take my meds." Rudy gestured to the empty room, going over to the a bench where he laid across the table top, staring distantly at the ceiling.

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

“Umm nah I ain’t no phantom.. Jest little ol meh.” He moves then to make himself a sandwich. His brow raised as he watched the other before taking a bite out of it. ‘umm yew okie, I mean yew dunn look so hot..” Vash didn’t know much about this Scout, hell he didn’t know much of anything about here. The white haired Scout moved closer to the other. “Sorry, kinda new here and I dunn know many people or mah way around too good yet.”

[rainydayrpmemes]

first time meetings & icebreakers: volume iii

starter sentences for first time meetings! feel free to change the tenses/pronouns/etc. as you like! content warnings: smoking (mentioned), swearing

❝ hi! i’m [name]. looks like we’re roommates! ❞

❝ i guess we’re working this job together. well, i’m [name]. ❞

❝ it’s been a while since i worked with anybody! you got a name? ❞

❝ well? you gonna just stand there? help me out here! ❞

❝ oh, wow! can i pet your [animal/creature]? ❞

❝ do you have the time? ❞

❝ you got any idea what’s going on here? ❞

❝ excuse me, is this where [name] works? i’m looking for them! ❞

❝ that’s right! you’re looking at the one and only [name]! ❞

❝ i don’t think first impressions are everything. but making a good one helps! so, i’m [name] and i guess that means you must be [name]? great to meet you! ❞

❝ i’m so sorry to ask but my battery died and i really need to make a call, may i borrow yours? ❞

❝ can i bum a smoke? i got a light if you need it. ❞

❝ you a smoker too? loitering on the patio like this, i thought you might be. care for a cig? ❞

❝ what the fuck kinda ‘get together’ is this? ❞

❝ wait, wait. were you called for this job too? shit. ❞

❝ small talk is lame. i’m [name] blah blah. so how do you feel about the current state of the world? ❞

❝ you look like you’ve actually got a fuckin’ brain. you mind helping me out here? everyone else has been a total jackass. ❞

❝ you’re waiting too? well, care for a stranger’s company? it’ll help kill the time! ❞

❝ can i help you? you’ve been standing there like you want something. ❞

❝ what can i say? really: what can i say? i’ve never had a roommate before! ❞

❝ working with the new person? oh this will be fun! ❞

❝ do you have room for one more here? ❞

❝ hey! i’ve got room here, come stand/sit. it’s better than being out in the shitty weather we’re having lately! ❞

❝ this is the fifth time i’ve seen you today. seems like we have similar schedules! so i thought i’d come over and introduce myself. ❞

❝ i’m sorry! this is going to sound really dumb: but there’s a bug. can you squish it for me? or let it outside! i don’t care. i just need it gone. ❞

[memesomething]

Intervention starters

starters where the idea is one muse is intervening in a situation that’s threatening to go badly wrong. maybe these memes are said to a third party, or maybe they’re said directly to receiver! feel free to specify.

before

“He/she/they said ‘no’.”

“Hey, I think it’s time for you to leave.”

“Maybe you should take a breather.”

“Don’t be a dick.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“You can’t do that.”

“This is against the rules.”

“Listen, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“If you keep this up, you can’t stay here.”

“This is your last warning.”

“It doesn’t look like they like that.”

“Maybe you should stop.”

“Stop it!”

“Stay away from him/her/them.”

“You’ll have to get through me.”

“Put it down!”

“Drop your weapon.”

after

“I’m going to turn you over now, okay?”

“I”m sorry he’s/she’s/they’re like that.”

“You’re safe, now.”

“Let me look at your wounds. I want to help.”

“I brought something to wrap it up with.”

“You should stop provoking him/her/them.”

“Sometimes people are just angry. They don’t have to be angry at you.”

“It comes with the job.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t deserve that.”

“Sometimes it’s better not to say anything.”

“Have you always been this… spirited?”

“Why didn’t you run?” 

“You were so afraid.” 

“What happened in there?”

“I didn’t know it was like that.”

“You never told me this sort of thing happened.”