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❝    No      amount      of s k i l l f u l invention can replace the essential e l e m e n t of imagination.❞ brooke devereux she sees things in technicolor.

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olliemallory:

Her words were like a tide of relief washing over him - another one out of the woodworks. He’d been keeping track of recoveries as well, despite being denied information many times as he had no reason for asking around. Oliver was just another civilian, who should be asleep at home, not roaming the hallways of the hospital. “He wasn’t wrong.” He spoke with the tiniest of smiles, hoping it would help her relax a little. His eyes followed her hands, but he made no mention of the way she was ignoring the food in them. Most so far had done the same thing. “I can’t get official numbers. There might be some maybe tomorrow, or in a couple of days.” Her question had tightened the knot on his throat, which he did his best to hide. “I’ve heard about two. There are probably more. This doesn’t include deaths after arriving here, but I don’t know anything about that.” Oliver spoke with an unsettling amount of transparency - he wasn’t one for secrets. His hand, nevertheless, touched her shoulder with gentleness, as if trying to smooth over the damage his words could cause.

             she listened carefully, her eyes glued to the floor as she nodded up              and down with each new fact that he presented her. it was difficult             to stomach, but what made it worse was the fact that brooke didn’t             know ANY of these people. she could only   I M A G I N E   how it felt            for others; their family, their friends. she was mourning people she’d            never met and it felt disgusting, in a way. she’d never been one with            soft and empathetic connections, but his touch actually  D I D  help              her calm down. if only a little. 

a noise fell from her mouth as she immediate tried to cover it up, sniffling and wiping her eyes before nodding to herself. “ crying never helped anyone, right? ” with that, she began to unwrap the sandwich he’d given her. normally she would’ve simply ripped it apart, the brilliant girl probably one of the messiest people in the world, but today she felt CLEAN. “ is everyone on your end okay?

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— olliemallory:

“There’s nice coffee here.” He smiled faintly at her, hand stretching out to give her a wrapped sandwich. “But you won’t drink that, because you need to rest. And eat.” There were no neatly arranged words to describe Oliver’s state ever since the attack had begun. He’d sprung into action almost as fast as a trained soldier would, although severely lacking the skill of one, and hadn’t been able to quiet himself down since. Most familiar faces had received at least two visits from him, and the strangers one. Impatiently waiting relatives and friends had been comforted and water and snacks had been distributed. It wasn’t enough. No action could have been enough in that situation - but he had to do more. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here enough. How is he?”

             “ they said he’ll be okay ... that he’ll wake up soon. ” her eyes fell down             to the sandwich in her hand and she realized then and there that she had              the strangest of appetites: she was hungry, yes, but had no intention of              appeasing it. the thought honestly made her NAUSEOUS. “ i didn’t even           want to go, y’know? i’ve never been a fan of weddings, but he said i needed           to make FRIENDS. ” she smiled bitterly and picked at the paper around her           supposed dinner. she had only known a few people here and there, though           the majority seemed fairly kind and welcoming — even DESPITE her lack of          impressive social skills. “ how many people have died? ”

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      they all said nathaniel was going to be A L R I G H T and that she was more than      welcome — or rather E N C O U R A G E D, to go home. while she smiled and gave     a thoughtful ‘maybe’, she knew very well that she would be staying. her apartment     was empty and part of her feared the Q U I E T. brooke never viewed herself as the    bravest of creatures and she had a nasty habit of worrying far more than she should.    suffice it to say, it was no surprise when the inventor decided to stay at st. mungo’s. 

                                 “ seems the popular place to sleep, huh? ”

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@gvenogs

                 she let out a yelp, eyes wide as the chaos erupted around her.              “ NATHANIEL ?? ” she shouted, desperation in her voice as people           pushed her around left and right. a curse sloppily cast almost hit her,            causing the blonde to drop down on the floor in fear. she was good             with machines and combining it with magic, but dueling had never             been a strong aspect of her personality. in truth, she was terrified. 

  she tried her best to get to a less crowded area, her breathing fast    and short as she made an effort to stand despite her rough and  merciless environment. it was at that moment that she realized she    couldn’t recognize anybody. the faces all blurred together, fear    plaguing their features as they threw other people in the line of    fire in a quick attempt to protect themselves. it was ANARCHY. 

                                                        she found herself blinded by it; frozen in                                                        fear as she watched the horror take place. 

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mclaggxn:

      Ryleigh held up her glass in saluteto Brooke’s cheers and had a sip. ❝ I’ve found that most people have sticks up their bums to enjoy a good joke. ❞

     ❝ I didn’t expect to see you here. ❞

“ here, here. ”

            “ i’m here as a plus one,                       guess nathaniel was invited.        but you know me ... i’d prefer to be in my work-space,                                        covered in grease and talking to myself. ”

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olliemallory:

“I really want to deny that, but I’m no liar.” He laughed while wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to the target shirt. “I hereby apologize to you for having to be in my shadow today. It’s not like I wear a shirt every day to work and look almost as nice as - oh, I do." 

                 “ a day will come when you’ll need           my vote for .... something — and you’re not                                        gonna get it. i’m a petty soul, ollie. ” 

         she offered a playful smile, leaning her head                    onto his shoulder for a brief moment. “ but hey,   your date must be over the moon. ”

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gvenogs:

Gwenog had decided to attend the wedding stag. Between the rigours of her career and training she had little time for relationships. And in all honesty no one had captivated her like Brooke once had. She’d been thinking about the blonde quite a bit since their little  run in at the bar. She jumped a little when she heard Brooke’s voice as she was lost in her reverie.

‘ Oh hey, what a coincidence ‘

           “ ya having fun? ” she asked quickly, unwilling to succumb        to the inevitable awkward silence that would surely arise should           she take a moment to breathe. “ looks pretty packed, but uh                ... seems like everyone’s enjoyin’ themselves so far. ” 

                 “ must be all the FREE ALCOHOL, yeah? ” 

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mclaggxn:

❝ Well, I mean, who else is going to join you in that besides me? And more importantly, why would you want anyone else to join you who is not me? I’m the other half in your path to pissing off  others. ❞

                  “ hmm. i’ve been told i need to EXPAND         my circle — but i don’t think anyone else                   would appreciate my humor as much as           you do. so those people can suck it. ”

          “ to fun weddings & wicked hangovers. ”

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mclaggxn:

@brcckedev

   ❝ An open bar, should be the only type of bar. ❞

    And she held up the second flute up for her friend.  ❝ One  good thing about weddings.  ❞

                 “ it’s the only reason i came. ”      she said with a laugh, her words honest as she       took a sip following the cheers. “ care to get       completely sloshed with me? maybe give an       embarrassing speech? pass out in the cake?           i do nothing unless it humiliates nathan,    and ... you know ... pisses off everyone in my wake. ”

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                     “ you look better than me .... that’s not okay. ”               she wore a judgmental expression with an amused spark                visible in her gaze as she waltzed up to her good friend.            “ i’m gonna need you to spill something on that shirt of yours. ”

@olliemallory

[brcckedev]

             she was here with nathaniel: her boyfriend, best friend, and confidant.         he was everything to her, enough so that she’d agreed to start a relationship      with him when he admitted to having developed feelings for her. she was afraid      of losing him. still was. but when he touched her, she didn’t feel that spark, and      when he kissed her, she fought the urge to cringe. she loved him dearly, but he                   wasn’t the one who kept stealing her attention that day. 

               just like at hogwarts,       gwenog jones was the star of her daydreams. 

“ what is this? twice in one week? ”

@gvenogs

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mmacdxnald:

       “ Oh yes, I’ll go straight to your aide. “

        Mary shook her head, “I live off the         energy boost.”

            “ thought so, ” she said casually,   turning to make eye contact with the waitress   before speaking again, “ we’ll have two coffees,                 double the caffeine. thanks. ”

  “ got myself a long night, figured i’d join ya. ”

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mmacdxnald:

        “ To ones as abrasive as you? Yes.”

                   “ tell ya what. next time i’m robbed                     or attacked, im gonna ask for you. ”

                 “ i’m guessin’ you’re not a fan of decaf? ”

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mmacdxnald:

       “ Does it count as bullshit when you          drew your own conclusions? “

       “ An overnight shift at St. Mungo’s.           Pretty simple. “

   “ uuuhhhhh NO;  seeing as my conclusions weren’t real.                      ——— who EVER has an uncle davey? i mean ... c’mon. ”

“ you as nice to your patients as you are to kind strangers? ”

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mmacdxnald:

       “ Oh, you’re completely spot on,          love. Good job. “

       “ smell that? ”

                    “ ... smells like, ” she sniffed the air, contorting her features in                      mock thought as she weighed the possible options. “ BULLSHIT. ”

“ now c’mon. ya drink too much or what?  answer honestly and i’ll buy ya a coffee. ”

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mmacdxnald:

       Marlene  rested her  chin against the        the palm   of her    hand    and simply         fell silent. Eventually, she figured the        girl in front of her will get  bored  with        all her blabbering.        

                   “ i’m thinkin’, ” brooke paused, letting out a brief                     ‘tut’ before continuing, “ two ... three weeks tops. ”

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mmacdxnald:

         Oh  how lovely. Mary  rolled her neck          to look up. 

         ❝ with  your  charm,  you  wonder why          i’m so cheerful to be in your company.  ❞

                “ it’s cancer, isn’t it? SHIT LUCK. my uncle davey                  had cancer and the poor bastard walked around                  for months just bein’ an asshole. ”

                 “ y’know, i’m seein’ the similarities. ”