So my cousinâs husband is in a coma idk how active Iâll be for a few days. Sorry.
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So my cousinâs husband is in a coma idk how active Iâll be for a few days. Sorry.
â politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. â
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âThereâs only one real lie.â Zonja said, in agreement. He was right, of course, but she didnât hold much with flowery prose or metaphor. It was why she took his suggestion, and broke it down until she was left with the lowest common denominator. Her truth. âThat life, all of this, means anything.â She finally lifted her head, and dark blue eyes filled with fire and ice and everything and nothing all at once stared at him. âThe sooner everyone understands that the sooner they can stop being offended by things like politics.â
( seb sprays zo & west ) HEATHENS
LEAVE THEM ALONE THEYâRE IN A VERY STRESSFUL SITUATION
marksmanmoran:
   â Top of the hanger, up there. â  He points to the walk way on the side of the building before glancing back to her expectantly. He smiled at her response, about as much of a thank you she was going to get. The whole thing was suspicious and maybe later, heâll hunt down the employer to do more than just ask about why he hired another person for the job and not tell him.    For now, his leg needed to be seen to even if he could just limp back to his flat on Conduit Street and tend to the wound himself. But he wants to see where sheâs going to lead him.Â
She let out another, long, sigh, and nodded, following his indication and eyeing the walkway, sourly. It was a good position, she should have noticed it. She left him without another word, and when she returned with his rifle, she was reluctant to hand it over. âCan you stand?â She asked, eyes flicking to the wound sheâd inflicted on his leg. There was still something bothering her, and while she was open to claiming a temporary ally, there was a plan forming in the back of her mind. There were answers that she needed. âIt isnât far but I wonât be able to carry you.â
âYou tried to kill me!â
âDonât insult me. If Iâd tried to kill you, youâd be dead.â
wemketherules:
   â Good. â He let out. â Keep it interesting. â He would be extremely disappointed if he was going to be killed off so easily. But he was also glad she wasnât here to kill him off too. A small noise left him as he let the cigarette hang from his lips, the bottle of whiskey being poured into his glass, refilling the some he already drank. â Iâm listening, darling. â Scottie let out, his gaze turning to the woman. â Unless youâd like to talk privately about it. We can go to my office. â
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Whiskey flowed once more into his glass, and Zonja watched him carefully. When he met her gaze, slow as it was, a smirk rose to her lips. âItâs your choice,â She said, feigning a passive shrug, as if she didnât know exactly what she wanted him to do. âBut if I were you Iâd be glad of the privacy. Besides... I donât know how much I like watching other people watch me talking.â Above dark blue eyes one eyebrow arched, and her head tilted. âBut. Like I said... Up to you.âÂ
aussiedoc:
   By now, Alan was well acquainted with her file. Significant trauma, extensive gang history, emotional breakdownâfor a âproblemâ agent her story wasnât terribly atypical. However, the list of problems agents was few and far betweenâand for good reason. But sheâd been recruited, from what he could tell (what wasnât blocked out to him; some was above his clearance level) by extraordinary means and so it wasnât strange that her case was an extraordinary one in and of itself.
   He knew the clean, clinical setting his office provided didnât ease much of the tension. Though Alan would have preferred a calmer palette, the stark white and subtle greys left the room feeling cold, bleak. But like most things in his career he had little control over it.
   âMy file begs to differ,â was his response to the young woman, his tone easy, almost casual. If there was any scrutiny in him, it didnât show in his face. âBut youâre certainly not the first person to think this all a bunch of pointless guff. It might surprise you, Zonia, but Iâm not here to pick you apart like some mad scientist dissecting a corpse; Iâm just here to talk. About you, about life, about what you had for breakfastâwhatever it takes. Weâre only talking.â
A sound escapes her. It hung somewhere between a huff and a scoff, and her eyes rolled, hands coming up as she crossed her arms over her chest, gaze once more drifting from him to fix itself on the corner behind him. She knew what the file said, whether the terminology had shifted in favour of the medical or not. She knew what they all thought about her. She didnât want to talk about her file
Zonja was struggling to accept this. An ultimatum hung over her head; unspoken, but present, and heavy with the consequences no one was talking about. She was useful as long as she could follow orders. The good doctor might not see the problem with that, he might be too glad to mark her as insane, and cross her off his list. But as long as that was an option, Zonja wouldnât be safe. From their mutual employers... or from herself. Which was why she was so scared. Fear, though, was not an emotion she embraced with ease.
Even locked in that tiny room for weeks - on the wrong side, enduring what they threw at her, the cold and the dark and the constant, agonising assaults. Pain was familiar, but that didnât mean she was immune. The bearings and the questions. Cold water thrown over her when she fell asleep - or passed out - it had been endless. But she hadnât let herself get scared. What did that mean? She almost asked him.
She didnât answer him, didnt acknowledge him beyond her initial snort of contempt. Not for a while. And then, nearly a full minute later, she threw herself back into the chair, and fixed her attention on him. He might think that they were only talking, but she knew that this was bad for her, couldnât rid herself of that paranoia. âIâm sure what you do is very valuable.â She said, only sounding slightly sarcastic, âBut I donât have anything to say about myself that isnât in that file, I think life in general just fucks with people and I didn't eat breakfast. So. What does that mean?â
PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.
â Â when i was a kid, whenever iâd feel small or lonely, iâd look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there. Â â
â Â tens of thousands of lives were lost. Â â
â Â this was just the beginning. Â â
â Â to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own. Â â
â Â we got really good at it. winning. Â â
â Â hey, kid. donât get cocky. Â â
â Â please, after you. age before beauty. Â â
â Â you know what iâm thinking. Â â
â Â worry about yourself, kiddo! Â â
â Â ___, listen to me! Â â
â Â suits and ties, flashy smiles. thatâs all they are. Â â
â Â bad news: three guys died yesterday. Â â
â Â well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do? Â â
â Â took me a while to find you. Â â
â Â i canât have anyone else in my head again. iâm done. Â â
â Â havenât you heard? the world is coming to an end. Â â
â Â so where would you rather die? here, or ____? Â â
â Â oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor. Â â
â Â he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it. Â â
â Â shut up. i donât love them, okay? i study them. Â â
â Â things have changed. weâre not an army anymore, weâre the resistance. Â â
â Â i didnât know it was this bad. Â â
â Â sorry about your brother. Â â
â Â you havenât told me what iâm doing here yet. Â â
â Â numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god. Â â
â Â politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. Â â
â  and this⌠is the point where he goes completely crazy.  â
â Â fortune favors the brave, dude. Â â
â Â they wonât give you the equipment, and even if they did, youâd kill yourself. Â â
â Â sheâs one of a kind now. Â â
â Â i think youâre unpredictable. Â â
â Â you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i donât think youâre the right man for this mission. Â â
â Â wow. thank you for your honesty. Â â
â Â one day, youâre gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences. Â â
â Â you promised me. Â â
â Â vengeance is like an open wound. Â â
â Â to me, youâre dead weight. you slow me down, iâm gonna drop you like a sack of shit. Â â
â Â iâve raised him on my own. heâs a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass. Â â
â Â itâs a dialogue, not a fight. Â â
â Â better watch it. Â â
â Â iâm not crazy. you felt it, right? Â â
â Â this is worth fighting for. Â â
â Â if youâre listening to this, well, iâm either alive and iâve proven what iâve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or iâm dead and iâd like you to know that itâs all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of. Â â
â Â are you gonna say anything? Â â
â Â you look good. Â â
â Â like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion. Â â
â Â iâm okay. just let me control it. Â â
â Â you are a goddamn disgrace. youâre gonna get us all killed. Â â
â Â why donât you just do us all a favor and disappear? itâs the only thing youâre good at. Â â
â Â so, what, youâre grounding us? Â â
â Â one: donât you ever touch me again. two: donât you ever touch me again. Â â
â Â now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where iâve come from, and iâm not about to tell you my whole life story. Â â
â  you know, you live in someone elseâs head for so long⌠the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  â
â Â well, thatâs classified. so i couldnât tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. iâm gonna tell you. Â â
â Â jesus, we canât just sit here and watch them die. Â â
â Â let me in, iâm a doctor! Â â
â Â we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid. Â â
â Â as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve. Â â
â Â how sick are you? and why didnât you tell me? Â â
â Â i havenât exactly had a very good day, okay? Â â
â Â weâre gonna own this bad boy! Â â
â Â by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure! Â â
â Â today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other. Â â
â Â today we are canceling the apocalypse! Â â
â Â as for you, well, youâre easy. youâre an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one. Â â
â Â i just donât want to regret all the things that i never said out loud. Â â
â Â well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so letâs do this. Â â
â Â all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall. Â â
â Â i canât find his pulse. i donât think heâs breathing. Â â
â Â no. donât go. please. Â â
â Â youâre squeezing me too tight. i couldnât breathe. Â â
â Â where is my goddamn shoe? Â â
Work Friend: Whats up? you look stressed
Me internally: I still canât decide if I like Spotlight (Oh Nostalgia) from Truant Wave or Spotlight (New Regrets) from Soul Punk more and itâs been 7 years why did Patrick Stump do this to me?
Me: Oh nothing just thinking lol
me: watches sas who dares wins me: what if........................................... me:Â
marksmanmoran:
dieleeuin:
On a similar note who remembers when 2 of my best friends met for the first time and @marksmanmoran helped the other one break into a graveyard cos I do
WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME OUT LIKE THIS ???
#she had to pee #there was a reason behind it okay
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On a similar note who remembers when 2 of my best friends met for the first time and @marksmanmoran helped the other one break into a graveyard cos I do
Bois I have another double shift tomorrow and I might actually die (today the coffee machine was off from 4pm and I got relieved by the night guy late THANKS GODFREY) and then Iâm late shift again Sunday (THANKS SARAH) then on Monday Iâm swinging out of town to see the love of my life and soul (BLESS PIP) who I havenât seen since ????? Like November ????? And we used to hang every day SO THATS A LOT so things are going to be a bit slow for the next few days. BUT Iâm working on being more active on here and @vallentiino so send me memes, tag me in starters, throw plot ideas at me, Iâll be around for a bit tomorrow when I bunk off and sit in the back for like an hour pretending Iâm busy and Iâll be back online as normal on Tuesday I PROMISE