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Imagine your OC downing five RedBulls for no real reason. Now imagine another OC attempting to calm them down after an hour.
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Reblog if you're willing to do fairly violent RPs
Variants didn’t carry cameras.
At least, that’s what Miles had thought. But, he had also thought that asylums full of crazy murderous naked people were only things that happened in movies. A lot of his preconceived notions had been utterly destroyed by his short time at Mount Massive.
The man that he had spotted rummaging through one of the cells was bloody and wearing the trademark jumpsuit. Miles would have just ignored him, if it weren’t for the camera he was holding. It was a pretty recent model, as far as he could tell, and it looked new. Beaten up, sure, but shiny underneath the bloody fingerprints.
Instead of sprinting away, he hovered near the door to the room. If the guy was a Variant like he suspected, this would probably end in a chase of some kind, or at least a struggle. But.. There were batteries in the camera. It was working. If the man dropped it, he might be able to get to it. Maybe. That’s good enough to risk danger, right?
God, Miles. You are an idiot.
'For the love of God, let there be batteries in this cell.' The area had been quiet enough that Waylon felt he could take his time looking around. Documents didn't interest him all that much; whatever he was recording would be enough evidence against Murkoff. But batteries... now there was something important. Recording all this bullshit was the only good thing about his shitty situation.
The battery inside his camera wouldn't last for more than an hour if he had to guess. There was a spare one in his pocket, but more never hurt. Didn't seem like he was in luck. There was nothing of interest in the cell. Nothing hidden inside the bed. Nothing inside the small nightstand either. Well, nothing that seemed useful, anyway. Just dust and dirt and...oh God why was there blood under the bed? Waylon dropped the mattress back onto the bed frame, stumbling a few steps backwards.
Drawing in a deep breath, he steadied himself. It didn't hurt to be careful, but he'd be jumping at his own shadow at this rate. If there had been anything there that could hurt him, it would have done so already. That brought him a sense of comfort. Waylon forced a smile, not quite able to laugh it off, yet feeling it was important he'd lighten his mood. It'd help him gather his thoughts and move on. He had every intention to leave that room as fast as possible. At the sight of the man lingering in the doorway, he froze.
Oh yeah, he was boned.
The guy didn't look like a patient. This was going to be stupid-- he knew he didn't look threatening. Still, Waylon squared his shoulders, trying to look as threatening as he could manage. His voice betrayed his discomfort, wavering when he spoke.
“What do you want?”
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Small precious people hide under a desk
{Waylon is that guy who still goes out of his way to find a bathroom if he has need of one, even though the Asylum is pretty much a dump.}
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Do you know how long he spent trying to clean up your mess?
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Tan fingers ran through short hair, humming softly as theysat together on the couch. He had flinched away at the touch at first, but shekept her voice soft, gently reassuring him that he was safe. Safe. He had relaxed after a moment, letting her soothe him. Shehad dug up the old VHS they had earlier, plugging it in to play that damn dinosaur movie, knowing it was herbest bet at helping him feel calm.
She wasn’t sure when he had nodded off, figuring it wassometime halfway through the movie. How long had it been since he had slept,since he had relaxed? Smiling softly, Lisa pressed her lips in a quick kiss onthe top of his head, speaking softly – more to herself than anyone else.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, amor.”
I don't make anyone bleed! That's their own choice. I tell them to bleed less but no one listens to me!
"I can’t tell if you’re really that stupid, or genuinely believe that—"
"Yeah... dead and dying men are just terrible at doing what they're told."
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Precious wife saved dumb husband
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small nerd fights big nerd
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psa: if you ever have any questions about my character, you are always welcome to ask them. i encourage asking questions for it also helps me develop my character further or help explain something unclear.
{I just realized that (my) Waylon and Lisa are basically Milo and Kida of Disney's Atlantis}
outlast au where lisa park is the protagonist and she suckerpunches the walrider in the face
Will you still cry knowing fully well that I am but a shadow from your past?
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