It Has To Be Bad

Detective Dalien Bevan. I'm looking for answers. [Independent RP blog for Dalien Bevan from BBC Blackout. Takes place after the third episode so BEWARE OF SPOILERS.]

[detective-bevan-blog]

“Um…yes, yes I can walk,” he mumbled in reply, nodding some before he made to follow Worth. Food was a good idea about now, he just hoped he could stomach it at the moment. Dalien still limped a bit when he walked but it wasn’t too bad. Nothing he couldn’t handle right now. Pain killers and all. “People like me..? We don’t get many friends, including good ones,” he muttered to himself but enough Worth could hear.

[sodoffyabuggers]

Worth made the detective a bacon and mayonnaise sandwich (one of the only things he could cook without setting something on fire) and brewed up some hot tea. (Read: Put some water in the microwave for a minute and dunked a tea bag in it.) He didn’t usually do this for people that came through his clinic but this wasn’t his clinic. This was a place that had a fully stocked kitchen with lights that worked and ice cube trays and everything. 

He set the plate and cup on the kitchen table and plopped down in one of the chairs. “Basement’s right over there, ya can crash down there for th’ night.” 

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Bevan sat down at the kitchen table and sort of...stared at the sandwich and wasn't sure what to say about a microwaved tea - but eh, it was something and it was better than nothing. The detective put on a smile before he went about eating. It wasn't as bad as he expected it to be and it at least put something in his stomach. "Thank you," he said, sipping on the tea and hiding his grimace. He eyed the basement. Be better than sleeping in the gutter, that was for sure.

[detective-bevan-blog]

“Not much for watching the news, are you? Henry Pulis was a politician. He was found beaten near to death in an alley way. Was in a coma, passed a while ago. I’ve been trying to find who did it…people were covering the killer’s tracks, pointed it at different people. Found out Griffin, my partner, was involved in cover ups. Daniel -” Bevan took the glass, taking a drink and swallowing it down, a pained expression on his face. “Daniel was the mayor. We had worked together to find the murderer…but he…” He shook his head. “All makes sense. Some group was covering up his murder, probably blackmailing him, which is why he wanted to help me and finally announced his murder to the world. Couldn’t do it anymore. But that still doesn’t explain why I was attacked while checking on my wife’s whereabouts…”  No, it made sense, he just didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to believe that Sophie and Daniel… Bevan was not a stupid detective. He wasn’t. “Jesus…” He pressed a hand to his forehead, head pounding, even with the pain killers. 

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“Heh, well I watch a lot a TV, but ‘m not big on news, nah. World’s shitty ‘nuff anyway wi’out daily reminders. An’… looks like ya need to find yerself some better friends…” 

Maybe Bevan was attacked while checking on his wife because… his wife was in on it? Worth didn’t really want to get involved, wasn’t his business, but the story was interesting enough. All it needed was someone busting in and saying they were pregnant with Bevan’s twins. And then the detective would reveal he’s actually two dwarves in an overcoat…

He brought his thoughts back to the present when the man next to him hissed in pain. “Yeah, ‘kay. Food time. Can ya walk?” He opened the bathroom door and looked back expectantly. 

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"Um...yes, yes I can walk," he mumbled in reply, nodding some before he made to follow Worth. Food was a good idea about now, he just hoped he could stomach it at the moment. Dalien still limped a bit when he walked but it wasn't too bad. Nothing he couldn't handle right now. Pain killers and all. "People like me..? We don't get many friends, including good ones," he muttered to himself but enough Worth could hear.

[detective-bevan-blog]

Bevan shakily took back his phone and clutched it tightly. It couldn’t be true. Daniel couldn’t have possibly murdered Pulis. They had been working together to solve the mystery - no killer would work with a detective… He hissed through his teeth. Fuck. He’d been played since the beginning. But why did Daniel admit to it suddenly? What was the point? Guilt? Family? If that was the case, shouldn’t Dalien turn himself in too? For the sake of Sophie and the kids. The detective took a breath and eyed Worth’s teeth, not really registering the sharpness. He blinked and stared at Worth. “What…? Oh, yeah. All right.”  He moved his way to the sink to wash off the switchblade until there wasn’t any trace of Griffin’s blood on them. “Thanks…for the help.”

[sodoffyabuggers]

Worth used the wall to push himself up and waved off the detective’s thanks. “Eh.” It didn’t really matter what the person did, what past they had, or how much trouble they were in. If they needed help, Worth wasn’t going to just turn them away, proper clinic or no. 

He refilled the glass of water. “Drink some more for me.” He glanced down and kicked his foot against the door. “So… who’s Pulis, then?”

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"Not much for watching the news, are you? Henry Pulis was a politician. He was found beaten near to death in an alley way. Was in a coma, passed a while ago. I've been trying to find who did it...people were covering the killer's tracks, pointed it at different people. Found out Griffin, my partner, was involved in cover ups. Daniel -" Bevan took the glass, taking a drink and swallowing it down, a pained expression on his face. "Daniel was the mayor. We had worked together to find the murderer...but he..." He shook his head. "All makes sense. Some group was covering up his murder, probably blackmailing him, which is why he wanted to help me and finally announced his murder to the world. Couldn't do it anymore. But that still doesn't explain why I was attacked while checking on my wife's whereabouts..."  No, it made sense, he just didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to believe that Sophie and Daniel... Bevan was not a stupid detective. He wasn't. "Jesus..." He pressed a hand to his forehead, head pounding, even with the pain killers. 

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“I don’t think they even know where I am, so I doubt they’ll be coming here of all places.” Bevan sat back and rested his head on the wall, sighing through his nose. “I don’t know if they’ll bother finding out if I did it, anyway. I mean, I have the knife on me.” He pulled it out, still a bit stained with blood. Switchblade.  He laughed hoarsely. “But still, they know and will use my family to get to me if I’m with them or even contact them.” He closed his eyes. “I can’t call Sophie. The only ‘friend’ I have is Daniel, and he has his own family to worry about.”  Something in his gut told him to check his phone, though, and he did. Read the news report. “Mayor admits to killing Pulis.” Dalien stared for a long, long moment before he handed it to Worth. “Does it really say that?” Voice is shaky, eyes still dilated and unfocused. 

[sodoffyabuggers]

Sophie was a… wife? Girlfriend? And who were “They”?

Worth looked down at the phone, read the headline. “Yup.” He gestured to the switchblade. “Ya should prolly wash that thing off in th’ sink. An’ maybe get rid of it? Look, like I said I want ya to stay ‘ere a bit, a couple hours. Get somethin’ to eat, make sure yer head’s better. I got a bed downstairs ya can rest on, if ya want. I don’t use it too much anymore.” He grinned, showing off his fangs. “‘M sleep schedule’s been all fucked up lately.” 

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Bevan shakily took back his phone and clutched it tightly. It couldn't be true. Daniel couldn't have possibly murdered Pulis. They had been working together to solve the mystery - no killer would work with a detective... He hissed through his teeth. Fuck. He'd been played since the beginning. But why did Daniel admit to it suddenly? What was the point? Guilt? Family? If that was the case, shouldn't Dalien turn himself in too? For the sake of Sophie and the kids. The detective took a breath and eyed Worth's teeth, not really registering the sharpness. He blinked and stared at Worth. "What...? Oh, yeah. All right."  He moved his way to the sink to wash off the switchblade until there wasn't any trace of Griffin's blood on them. "Thanks...for the help."

[detective-bevan-blog]

Worth only half listened to what he was saying. He’d heard sob stories before, and in the end they didn’t matter much. His concern was fixing the man up physically, emotionally he was about as useful as a slotted soup spoon. He got the man a glass of water and took the washcloth from him so he could hold it and drink. 

“If ya can hold that down I’ll make ya some soup and sandwich.” He wiped the rest of the blood away (careful with the arm in the sling) and then got up again to look through the medicine cabinet for some pain killers. He didn’t know, of course, about the man’s history with them. He held out two pills.

“These are codeine. An’ as for what else to talk about, ya could tell me yer name maybe? An’ if yer life ‘s really over, does that mean I can have any a yer stuff?” He knelt back down to look up at the man with a grin.

Dalien drank some of the water down, not realizing how thirsty he was until he could finally taste it. He eyed the pills. Rational mind said not to take them. “I’ve, uh, actually had a lot of pain killers today while I was getting away.” Might as well explain that bit. But…he took them to hold on for later, the codeine.  “Dalien Bevan. Will probably be all over the news at some point,” he muttered, not showing much amusement from Worth’s later comment. “If what you want is a dingy flat, go right ahead.” 

[sodoffyabuggers]

The blood washed out in the sink from the washcloth easy enough. Bathrooms made pretty good makeshift clinics. Good lighting, good seating, easy clean up. He saw that look in Bevan’s eye when he caught sight of the pills. Worth new that look. He nodded and didn’t mention them again.

“Th’ news, huh? Ya don’ think anyone’s comin’ after ya right now, do ya?” Normally he wouldn’t have cared, but there were children in Hanna’s home. Probably not the best place to hide a fugitive detective. “Speakin’ a flats, ya got somewhere to go? Maybe someone ya can call? I wanna keep ya ‘ere for a while, long as there ain’t gonna be anyone bustin’ our door down, but I wanna make sure ‘m not jus’ sendin’ back out on th’ streets either.” 

He sat down cross legged on the bathroom floor and hugged his knees. “Whatever ya did, ya still gotta have some friends. Even I got friends.”

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"I don't think they even know where I am, so I doubt they'll be coming here of all places." Bevan sat back and rested his head on the wall, sighing through his nose. "I don't know if they'll bother finding out if I did it, anyway. I mean, I have the knife on me." He pulled it out, still a bit stained with blood. Switchblade.  He laughed hoarsely. "But still, they know and will use my family to get to me if I'm with them or even contact them." He closed his eyes. "I can't call Sophie. The only 'friend' I have is Daniel, and he has his own family to worry about."  Something in his gut told him to check his phone, though, and he did. Read the news report. "Mayor admits to killing Pulis." Dalien stared for a long, long moment before he handed it to Worth. "Does it really say that?" Voice is shaky, eyes still dilated and unfocused. 

[detective-bevan-blog]

[Okay, he was confused by the ointment. Was this guy crazy? That wasn’t how you fixed a broken arm but - distracted thoughts when he looked at Worth. His pupils were dilated, possibly a mix of concussion and the pain pills he chewed on like candy all day. He also looked dehydrated. The blood wasn’t as matted in his face now but his face was still stained with some of it.] Yes. [He swallowed. He should call Sylvie, he should…but he had just killed a man. His /partner/. He was sure his hands were still bloody from plunging the knife into the bastard’s throat. Griffin deserved it, he did, damn dirty cop - but he couldn’t go home with blood on his hands…] I wish they had. [he blurted it out more to himself than to the doctor. Not like he’d understand. Bevan had a chance to go back to his wife and children, instead he committed murder. He’d never have his family again.]

[sodoffyabuggers]

Worth knew three things right off the bat; the man had a bad concussion, he was probably in shock, and not all that blood was his own. He said he couldn’t go to a hospital, even though he was a detective. Worth guessed at a few more things he couldn’t actually know without asking, but he had no intention of asking. Not when the guy was like this, anyway. 

He saw the look of confusion though. “Trust me, the paste stuff’ll fix ya up right quick. Couple a days maybe, instead a waitin’ a couple a weeks. For now though, we’re gonna keep ya ‘wake for a while, no sleepin’, an’ get some water in ya. I saw ya limpin’ too, what happened to yer leg?”

I wish they had. What, killed him? Worth really didn’t need this guy breaking down in Hanna’s bathroom, shock or not. He got a washcloth wet and showed it to the man before starting to wipe the blood off his face, halfway to get him clean, halfway to bring him back into the moment. “C’mon, keep talkin’ to me.”

[detective-bevan-blog]

He didn’t want to argue about it. There was little point to do that with a stranger. Bevan wordlessly took the washcloth to wipe the remaining blood from his face and from his hands - careful with his bad arm. “Twisted it in a bad angle when I fell off the car after they hit me. It’s not broken, I don’t think.” Dalien agreed about the water. He was terribly thirsty…and after having had to drink nasty water inside that abandoned building…he needed that taste out of his mouth. The pills too. He should call Sophie, to let her know he was all right but… He was tired. “What else is there to talk about? My family, my life is over. I don’t even know why I’m asking for help at this point.” He had a delirious discussion with a “reaper” of sorts, but he wasn’t so convinced that this wasn’t his day to die. 

[sodoffyabuggers]

Worth only half listened to what he was saying. He’d heard sob stories before, and in the end they didn’t matter much. His concern was fixing the man up physically, emotionally he was about as useful as a slotted soup spoon. He got the man a glass of water and took the washcloth from him so he could hold it and drink. 

“If ya can hold that down I’ll make ya some soup and sandwich.” He wiped the rest of the blood away (careful with the arm in the sling) and then got up again to look through the medicine cabinet for some pain killers. He didn’t know, of course, about the man’s history with them. He held out two pills.

“These are codeine. An’ as for what else to talk about, ya could tell me yer name maybe? An’ if yer life ‘s really over, does that mean I can have any a yer stuff?” He knelt back down to look up at the man with a grin.

[detective-bevan-blog]

Dalien drank some of the water down, not realizing how thirsty he was until he could finally taste it. He eyed the pills. Rational mind said not to take them. "I've, uh, actually had a lot of pain killers today while I was getting away." Might as well explain that bit. But...he took them to hold on for later, the codeine.  "Dalien Bevan. Will probably be all over the news at some point," he muttered, not showing much amusement from Worth's later comment. "If what you want is a dingy flat, go right ahead." 

[theperfectvillain]

Blackout BBC series

Recently aired show Blackout starring Christopher Eccleston and Andrew Scott about an alcoholic’s rise and demise.

The main character Daniel Demoys (Christopher Eccleston) holds a job as council official which he uses to pass on certain types of information to certain types of people. On a night like any other in his life he obtains some information on council contract deals for a local businessman Henry Pulis. They meet up in a seedy back alley to finish the transaction. By that time Daniel is well into his usual drunken state of mind and befitting that starts arguing with Henry.

  Daniel and Henry Pulis

Next thing you know Daniel is waking up on the floor of his living room with a bloody and bruised hand not knowing how he got home in the first place. When his wife confronts him and suggest he’s suffering from alcoholic blackouts Daniel denies it firmly and carries on (how british of you).

Arriving at work a little late he joins in on a meeting where he finds out Henry Pulis is in a coma after he supposedly got mugged. Daniel looks at his bandaged hand and comes to the realization that he might have something to do with it. Slowly but surely the memories start coming back and he remembers getting into a fight with Pulis. Convinced that he is responsible he tries to meet up with his sister (a lawyer) for some legal advice on the matter. She is only minutes away from a press conference and brushes him off. Just as he is about to leave to turn himself in, fate intervenes. The young man represented by his sister is targeted by a gang and just as they are about to shoot him Daniel heroically saves his life (getting himself shot in the process).

  Daniel gets shot saving the young offender

Daniel ends up in the hospital and reflects on his actions as well as his current situation. Advised by some obscure nurse character whose intentions aren’t quite clear, he sees the positive in the negative and pulls himself together.  His sister and fellow council colleague drop by with the offer of running for mayor. After some doubt he decides to go for it.

He ends up winning and behold the city has a new recovering alcoholic for mayor. Daniel wants to use this opportunity to make up for his past mistake but as we all know the past has a way of catching up with you, especially when there are a lot more people involved then you might think. Throughout the second and third episode the conspiracy theories keep flying around. The only one who has the slightest suspicion is Dalien Bevan, a socially awkward cop with serious personal issues. Bullied and laughed at by his own colleagues he is the lone ranger looking for truth.

  Dalien confronts D.I. Griffin

The final episode only reveals that corrupt police and councilmen were involved in the whole thing. Dalien is convinced that Daniel didn’t kill Pulis at all and ends up murdering his main bully D.I. Griffin while Daniel hands himself over to the police.

The story is portrayed very darkly and mainly focuses on the characters themselves rather then the setting. Always very close on the action in order to emphasize the claustrophobia of Daniel who feels like he’s trapped in someone else’s mind. Every other character in this show is kept more at a distant and isn’t as developed as Daniel which is shame. I saw great potential in Dalien. Him being such a disturbed mess and having an obviously dramatic past should have been giving a more detailed storyline (you can’t really get into a character when you don’t quite know what’s driving them).

I did love how the alcoholic aspect and ‘big bad government’  weren’t portrayed as classical very obvious villains in the story. It is all about the mental state of mind. The action/reaction and what to do when somebody is trying to fuck you over three ways till Sunday. All of this madness and seriously suggestive storylines pored into a modern day film noir style .

Not to many people are particularly happy about the open ending but I think it fits the style perfectly and what’s wrong with using your imagination once in a while. It is like it is and that is a life-changing moment taken from someone’s life and shown to the public as much as is needed.

I rate this A for Awesome and Andrew Scott! WATCH IT!

[fincheese-blog]

[detective-bevan-blog]

[Okay, he was confused by the ointment. Was this guy crazy? That wasn’t how you fixed a broken arm but - distracted thoughts when he looked at Worth. His pupils were dilated, possibly a mix of concussion and the pain pills he chewed on like candy all day. He also looked dehydrated. The blood wasn’t as matted in his face now but his face was still stained with some of it.] Yes. [He swallowed. He should call Sylvie, he should…but he had just killed a man. His /partner/. He was sure his hands were still bloody from plunging the knife into the bastard’s throat. Griffin deserved it, he did, damn dirty cop - but he couldn’t go home with blood on his hands…] I wish they had. [he blurted it out more to himself than to the doctor. Not like he’d understand. Bevan had a chance to go back to his wife and children, instead he committed murder. He’d never have his family again.]

[sodoffyabuggers]

Worth knew three things right off the bat; the man had a bad concussion, he was probably in shock, and not all that blood was his own. He said he couldn’t go to a hospital, even though he was a detective. Worth guessed at a few more things he couldn’t actually know without asking, but he had no intention of asking. Not when the guy was like this, anyway. 

He saw the look of confusion though. “Trust me, the paste stuff’ll fix ya up right quick. Couple a days maybe, instead a waitin’ a couple a weeks. For now though, we’re gonna keep ya ‘wake for a while, no sleepin’, an’ get some water in ya. I saw ya limpin’ too, what happened to yer leg?”

I wish they had. What, killed him? Worth really didn’t need this guy breaking down in Hanna’s bathroom, shock or not. He got a washcloth wet and showed it to the man before starting to wipe the blood off his face, halfway to get him clean, halfway to bring him back into the moment. “C’mon, keep talkin’ to me.”

[detective-bevan-blog]

He didn't want to argue about it. There was little point to do that with a stranger. Bevan wordlessly took the washcloth to wipe the remaining blood from his face and from his hands - careful with his bad arm. "Twisted it in a bad angle when I fell off the car after they hit me. It's not broken, I don't think." Dalien agreed about the water. He was terribly thirsty...and after having had to drink nasty water inside that abandoned building...he needed that taste out of his mouth. The pills too. He should call Sophie, to let her know he was all right but... He was tired. "What else is there to talk about? My family, my life is over. I don't even know why I'm asking for help at this point." He had a delirious discussion with a "reaper" of sorts, but he wasn't so convinced that this wasn't his day to die. 

[detective-bevan-blog]

dontfearsherlock started following you

[He smiled crookedly at the other bloodied man before him, delirious and high on the not so healthy amount of pain meds he’d been chewing down.]   Looks like you and I…aren’t so different…

[dontfearsherlock]

Except you’re still alive, Bevan. Won’t be for long if you don’t take care. You’re changing your Death Date.

[detective-bevan-blog]

Funny thing to hear…since I’ve been having my life threatened these past few days - nights, whatever… Heh…was it Griffin’s death date? Was I supposed to kill ‘em? I can’t go to the hospital. They’ll come after me, you know…can’t go to Sophie, they’ll hurt her and the kids.  How’s it not my time to die? 

[dontfearsherlock]

Your future while living is not something I can share. Nor is it something I really know. You’re writing over it as we speak. I do not know it.

Yes, it was his Death Date.

You have unfinished business. I would rather you completed it before you died. Leaving behind unresolved issues in the living often makes for very…nasty ghosts. Much more difficult to settle left behind problems, too.

[detective-bevan-blog]

You-you're right. I can't just give up now. I could...find out everything Griffin was up to, show everyone...claim self defense becuase I know he and others were trying to kill me - I mean look at me. I didn't just plan on getting hit by a fucking van! [he groaned, head pounding. He was nearly out of pills by now.] Still can't...can't gotothehospital... 

[detective-bevan-blog]

dontfearsherlock started following you

[He smiled crookedly at the other bloodied man before him, delirious and high on the not so healthy amount of pain meds he’d been chewing down.]   Looks like you and I…aren’t so different…

[dontfearsherlock]

Except you’re still alive, Bevan. Won’t be for long if you don’t take care. You’re changing your Death Date.

[detective-bevan-blog]

Funny thing to hear...since I've been having my life threatened these past few days - nights, whatever... Heh...was it Griffin's death date? Was I supposed to kill 'em? I can't go to the hospital. They'll come after me, you know...can't go to Sylvia, they'll hurt her and the kids.  How's it not my time to die? 

[detective-bevan-blog]

dontfearsherlock started following you

[He smiled crookedly at the other bloodied man before him, delirious and high on the not so healthy amount of pain meds he'd been chewing down.]   Looks like you and I...aren't so different...

[dontfearsherlock]

detective-bevan started following you

(( [BEATS THE SNOT OUT OF YOU] ))

[detective-bevan-blog]

((YOU LOVE MEEEEEEEEEE ))

[dontfearsherlock]

(( AND IT MAKES ME QUESTION MY SANITY ))

[detective-bevan-blog]

(( ;A; shhhhhhh NOW DO WE WANT TO DO A PROPER INTRODUCTION OR NOT FOR THESE TWO? )) 

[sodoffyabuggers]

detective-bevan started following you

‘Lo there, Doc Worth.

Ya are…?

[detective-bevan-blog]

Detective Bevan… -he’s pretty bloody, has his arm held in an awkward angle in his coat, obviously had a bit of a head injury. Standing with a hurt leg.- You’re a doctor? Can you help me? I can’t go to a hospital… -not with people out there ready to kill him. And he’d just killed a man, after all.-

[sodoffyabuggers]

*it’s been a long time since he’s heard that*

Detective ‘eh….? Awright, come on in. I don’ got a clinic right now but we got a bathroom that locks an’ th’ blood cleans up easy there. 

What’s hurt on ya?

[detective-bevan-blog]

-Dalien frowned but nodded, following the man- I got hit by a car. Broke my arm, hit my head pretty bad. Twisted my leg some too. I’ve been taking pain pills for it so far while I’ve been…trying to get away.

[sodoffyabuggers]

Jesus christ. Well at least yer not th’ first guy that’s wobbled in that way. ‘Ere, sit down. 

Don’ they teach ya at police academy to look both ways ‘fore crossin’ the street? *he takes the detective’s broken arm in hand, feeling gently along it with the other to get an idea of where the break is and how bad it is*

[detective-bevan-blog]

-He hissed through his teeth a bit from the pain and managed a brief glare.-

I was in an alley, trying to find out who my wife was with. I showed my badge and they kept driving. They were trying to kill me.

-The arm was definitely broken, but it could have been worse.- 

[sodoffyabuggers]

*he went downstairs and got a jar of white pastey looking stuff, spreading it on the detective’s arm. I wouldn’t heal it instantly, but it would greatly speed up the healing time. Then he wrapped the arm and put it in a proper sling*

Well they didn’t do a very good job of it, did they? ‘Ere, look at me, lemme see yer eyes. Ya thrown up at all? Ya dizzy? 

[detective-bevan-blog]

[Okay, he was confused by the ointment. Was this guy crazy? That wasn't how you fixed a broken arm but - distracted thoughts when he looked at Worth. His pupils were dilated, possibly a mix of concussion and the pain pills he chewed on like candy all day. He also looked dehydrated. The blood wasn't as matted in his face now but his face was still stained with some of it.] Yes. [He swallowed. He should call Sylvie, he should...but he had just killed a man. His /partner/. He was sure his hands were still bloody from plunging the knife into the bastard's throat. Griffin deserved it, he did, damn dirty cop - but he couldn't go home with blood on his hands...] I wish they had. [he blurted it out more to himself than to the doctor. Not like he'd understand. Bevan had a chance to go back to his wife and children, instead he committed murder. He'd never have his family again.]

[dontfearsherlock]

detective-bevan started following you

(( [BEATS THE SNOT OUT OF YOU] ))

[detective-bevan-blog]

((YOU LOVE MEEEEEEEEEE ))

[sodoffyabuggers]

detective-bevan started following you

‘Lo there, Doc Worth.

Ya are…?

[detective-bevan-blog]

Detective Bevan… -he’s pretty bloody, has his arm held in an awkward angle in his coat, obviously had a bit of a head injury. Standing with a hurt leg.- You’re a doctor? Can you help me? I can’t go to a hospital… -not with people out there ready to kill him. And he’d just killed a man, after all.-

[sodoffyabuggers]

*it’s been a long time since he’s heard that*

Detective ‘eh….? Awright, come on in. I don’ got a clinic right now but we got a bathroom that locks an’ th’ blood cleans up easy there. 

What’s hurt on ya?

[detective-bevan-blog]

-Dalien frowned but nodded, following the man- I got hit by a car. Broke my arm, hit my head pretty bad. Twisted my leg some too. I’ve been taking pain pills for it so far while I’ve been…trying to get away.

[sodoffyabuggers]

Jesus christ. Well at least yer not th’ first guy that’s wobbled in that way. ‘Ere, sit down. 

Don’ they teach ya at police academy to look both ways ‘fore crossin’ the street? *he takes the detective’s broken arm in hand, feeling gently along it with the other to get an idea of where the break is and how bad it is*

[detective-bevan-blog]

-He hissed through his teeth a bit from the pain and managed a brief glare.-

I was in an alley, trying to find out who my wife was with. I showed my badge and they kept driving. They were trying to kill me.

-The arm was definitely broken, but it could have been worse.- 

[sodoffyabuggers]

detective-bevan started following you

‘Lo there, Doc Worth.

Ya are…?

[detective-bevan-blog]

Detective Bevan… -he’s pretty bloody, has his arm held in an awkward angle in his coat, obviously had a bit of a head injury. Standing with a hurt leg.- You're a doctor? Can you help me? I can’t go to a hospital… -not with people out there ready to kill him. And he’d just killed a man, after all.-

[sodoffyabuggers]

*it’s been a long time since he’s heard that*

Detective ‘eh….? Awright, come on in. I don’ got a clinic right now but we got a bathroom that locks an’ th’ blood cleans up easy there. 

What’s hurt on ya?

[detective-bevan-blog]

-Dalien frowned but nodded, following the man- I got hit by a car. Broke my arm, hit my head pretty bad. Twisted my leg some too. I've been taking pain pills for it so far while I've been...trying to get away.