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hi guys !! i’m here after being a busy bee and posting a ton of these silly little character portraits !! i’m gonna make a snack and then get to replies <3
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neve & noah, xfnoah.
To think the world would owe anything was such a puerile concept, one dreamt up by children that believed the stars and the moon aligned for them. The ones what would trust in the lord’s plan, for they’d believe someone out there truly cared. They’d believe that in this universe, there was a single thing that served them.
He’d learn it the hard way, like so many before him would. Under battered breaths, hands wring together as nails dig into the flesh. He’d pray. Knees burnt from the carpet beneath them, stinging. He’d know his father to stand at the door. Embodiment of the lord himself. For only something that cruel could learn from the holy heavens. A smile so divine to the town, would twist in a way Noah would lean to mimic in the mirror. Beneath brutality and shattered glass.
He’d think now he spends his days sickly and in bed perhaps the boy would learn to break the grasp that ties him to the monster in the mirror. But if that was the case- he would have left with Alice a long time ago.
“It doesn’t mean we weren’t friendly.” A smile grotesque paints across his face, as his eyes dance with the amusement to his own words. “If you want, we can retrace those steps.” The words leave his mouth, vulgar- yet Noah Bennett recalls flashes, perhaps moments or a memory or a nightmare. Which he’s unsure of. And the girl Neve speaks of, he doesn’t recall her. Not by name or physique. Perhaps he was seeing ghosts again.
His eyes feel heavy where they look, but he somehow manages to keep them on the woman before him. His head dense, as were his movements as he adjusts in his seat. “Is this our first date?” He thinks he can recall the car spinning, or pulling over to a stop. Something in the outskirts. Heart pounding against the dust kicked up in the headlights, and an inky blackness that washed over the desert at night. “We can take my car if you want to visit the back seat after?”
there was something in noah that was caustic, but endearing despite it. he reminded neve of the little boy in the secret garden, in the way that she could only remember him from her childhood: endlessly childish and indignant, spoiled and rotten--and, yet somehow sympathetic. it wasn’t that she felt pity for him. or, if she did, it was an emotion she had never quantified as pity, which seemed patronizing in the worst of ways. no, neve felt something else about noah. that he was lonely. that he was self-destructive.. that he probably needed a friend like her in lieu of any other decent influences ( not that she was the paragon of personal success or enlightenment herself ) or he’d probably end up in the emergency department more often for much worse reasons.
as he tries to get a rise out of her, neve rolls her eyes and waves at him to follow her with a resigned sigh. she doesn’t bother addressing it; that’ll just egg him on. certainly he’s kidding. noah bennett seems content to find the small cuts that were only ever present when bathed in hand sanitizer and hardly visible. once found, he loved to provoke them open, shoving his hands underneath the subject’s skin--an expedition in searching for soft spots to exploit. it was better then, as much as possible, to give him no reaction at all. or, when neve simply couldn’t resist making a statement, to keep it amused and aloof.
it takes so much acting just to do her job, she wonders just how much it bleeds out into her personal life. is neve channing simply a role she has perfected over the years? or the sum of many parts--nurse, daughter, victim, survivor. if nothing else, she is method in her acting; fully committed, just as noah is, at affecting the image she wants to portray. her illusion just happens to be peace and stability, while his is chaos.
“hardly, our first date.” neve speaks dryly as she grabs her purse from behind the triage desk and gestures for him to follow. she scoffs at his request and rolls her eyes again. “fuck, noah, don’t be gross.” does that mean he’s won? earning a scoff seems like a point in his corner. “i’m old enough to have been your babysitter, which--” a smirk tugs at her lips as they way and she raises a brow at him. “--seems really fitting. all things considered.” too bad his parents didn’t pay her by the hour, wherever they were.
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neve & lana, lana-rchrds.
lana noticed the other woman’s silence, and internally chastised herself for mentioning her father. what a great way to introduce yourself, she thought, talking about dead relatives. thankfully, the conversation shifted as they approached the car, and lana moved a pair of magazines to the backseat. dog hair she can deal with, it’s just the animals themselves that alarm her.
“that’s alright - really, you’re doing me a favour, you don’t need to apologise.”
she slid into the seat, belting herself in as she listened. her hands unconsciously began to fidget in her lap. “it can feel ominous sometimes, but it’s harmless. i’m still here, after all - i went to college in new york, and stayed the full four years.” she forced herself to laugh slightly, steering away from the dark once more. “oh, they’re fantastic - really fluffy, and tasty.” her mouth began to water at the thought, even as her stomach clenched slightly. “i sometimes have one as a treat - i couldn’t find a better one, even in the city.”
“i’ve got a husky, so--” neve offers lana a sheepish smile. “--everything i own has some amount of his hair on it. if i didn’t vacuum every other day, i’m sure my house would be filled with tumbleweeds of it.” robocop shed so much, particularly during the summer. there were days she felt terrible for having brought him to such a warm state, but he had plenty of air conditioning and didn’t seem too put out by the weather. for her next travel assignment, she’d have to make it up to him by going somewhere snowy. alaska was always in need of travel nurses and the pay was high. the only problem was that she kept extending her contract at amen county.
neve turned on the car and fastened her seatbelt, quick to turn down the volume before her radio assaulted lana’s ears. she had a bad habit of listening to music loud and wondered if she had some hearing damage from the constant alarms and screams that came with the job. “you’ll have to tell me where to turn off; i haven’t been there before.” she smiled softly at the description of the croissants, glad to hear there was a place in town to get a good one. “so you’re from here? what made you come back after new york?” she couldn’t imagine wanting to stay in boot hill forever, especially having grown up there. it was a nice enough town, but definitely not the place she imagined herself settling down in.
neve & lana, lana-rchrds.
lana shook her head in sympathy. “it’s horrible. ego should never supersede helping people, yet too often it does.”
she followed neve out of the door, smiling a sad smile as she tried not to think too deeply about her father. “no need - he wasn’t… we weren’t close. i’m sorry to hear that too - i know it’s not easy, regardless of circumstance.” regardless of circumstance - he shouldn’t get a second thought, yet he keeps on creeping into her mind, unbidden, unwanted, unwelcome. maybe she should start seeing the therapist again - the nice one with the kind eyes and gentle handshake.
she snapped back to attention when neve spoke again. “this place… it ties you in. no one leaves on good terms - you disappear in the night and become tomorrow’s gossip, or you stay.” even when she was in new york, she never left, not really.
she stopped, a blush rising on her cheeks.
“oh if you don’t mind, that would be great, i left my car at the school, and i should probably eat before i drive anyway.” she smiled again, grateful.
“oh, it’s lovely. i think it’s my favourite place in town.”
neve only shrugs in response. ego supersedes so many things; she sees it more often than not where she works. still, she tries to remind herself that the people she’s seen are only a small subsection of the population--as are the people who put other people there. there’s still a lot of good she doesn’t ever get to see, because it’s so rare that good things come to the emergency room.
she always parks nearby and so it doesn’t take long to lead the principal to her car. she doesn’t say anything either when the woman apologizes, because she and her father were close. still, closeness doesn’t always tend to be a requirement for the grief one feels at the loss of a parent. she hardly remembers her mother anymore, but that pang is still just as sharp as the one she feels for her father. “you can just toss anything on the seat into the bag,” she tells her. “and, uh--sorry about the dog hair.” huskies shed like molting snakes and if she left him home for a week without vacuuming or sweeping, there’d be tumbleweeds formed from his coat.
“sounds ominous.” neve chuckles darkly as she turns on the engine. “the neighborhood i grew up in was like that too. a real ‘nobody gets out alive’ feel.” didn’t make it true. still, she couldn’t get over the sickening instinct that told her that maybe she could’ve escaped one limbo for another. “seems kind of on the nose, doesn’t it?” neve wrinkles her nose playfully at her--the principal loving a place called the schoolhouse. “do they have good croissants? i can never find a good one and i’d really love to find a place that makes a decent one.”
neve & chris, justchristhanks.
“yeah I thought it was odd too.” She agreed, but sometimes people just have places to get and they don’t care someone might be dying. maybe it was someone who had a criminal record. Chris was sometimes glad that she didn’t have to deal with that side of things. She showed up, did her job, filed the report, and then the hows and whys became someone elses job. Chris nodded listening to her think out the connections.
Chris shrugged. Looking down at her shirt again. “Yeah.” She confirmed pulling the nearly dried shirt away from her stomach. I”m off the clock now though. So I can go home and shower. It’s just,” She sighed. “I don’t know. I guess I just don’t have the strength to stand up.” She doesn’t admit that she was curious. That somehow this incident was sticking in her mind more so than anything else she’d seen in Boot Hill so far. She wondered if this would show up in her nightmares.
“back home we didn’t have a ton of animal attacks, but we had a lot of dump and runs.” how many kids would just roll their friend out of their car outside the er entrance with a bullet hole or too much heroin and bounce? in portland, it was common, but in boot hill--not so much. for an animal attack, it seemed even stranger, but it could be as innocuous as some busy person without a conscious finally making their way out of town and unwilling to look back for fear boot hill might swallow them up again.
“you sure you don’t wanna take me up on that?” neve arched a brow. it wasn’t as if she hadn’t been doused in blood at work herself, but after her patient was stabilized, she was sure to pop in the shower and change into a nice pair of hospital scrubs before heading back out on the floor or heading home. her work shoes never even made it into the car ( okay, except once or twice when she was so tired she forgot to change her shoes before heading home ). instead they were kept in a shoebox in her trunk. there was no telling for sure who had what and she would be damned if she was going to track in hepatitis or c. diff into her relatively clean house. “yeah, i feel you. once you sit down sometimes it’s game over.”
neve & violet, stoleninnocences.
Violet’s a little more at ease as she hears the other now sitting beside her on the bench speak ─ of course, it still sounds pretty scary but it wouldn’t be nearly as bad as the girl had initially imagined it. The woman definitely sounded sure of herself that he’d make it and that was all Violet really needed to feel just a tad bit more at ease. Especially when she mentions that he’ll be able to recover afterwards. He’ll be fine, he’ll be fine, he’ll be fine. She repeats the words in her head like a mantra, like the prayers she was forced to say all her life. Nonetheless, she still feels horrible about the pain he’s going through. Someone as kind as he was ─ he hadn’t deserved to go through any of that. But he’ll be fine, she reminds herself. It’s the agonizing waiting process that’s Violet’s next biggest worry.
“I promise I won’t be doing that then,” she says with a nod, not entirely sure what a uti was. She’s clueless when it came to the body, her mother neglecting to tell her what a period was. Violet had to learn firsthand just what that felt like which had sucked. “Ok, sure,” Violet agrees, the prospect of food ( no matter how bad ) sounding good to her, “I’d appreciate that a lot actually ─ thank you.” She’s been up for Lord knows how long ─ stressing herself half to death the minute she had heard the news. She’s grateful for her kindness, figuring there were few people who were nice around anymore. “You sure you’ll be able to know if something goes bad on that pager thingy, right?” She hates seeming like a burden but she just wanted to be extra careful.
“good call.” neve smiles reassuringly. it’s easy to feel nurturing with someone like this girl--alone and worried for her family member. she’s been there herself with her father’s illness. she can still remember the smell of the hospital the day he had his biopsy, as if it were a different smell than the hospital had any other time she’d been there. she can feel the tiny crescents her nails made in her ex-fiance’s hand as she held onto it too tightly before her left her there to get her something to drink while they waited. she would’ve been the same way as this girl--determined to stick to the watch post as if some terrible outside force were sweeping in to take his life instead of some lethal disruption of cells. holding vigil seems like doing something about the bad in the same way holding her breath past a cemetery feels like it can make a wish come true, but it never does.
“i’m neve.” she tells the girl holding out her hand, before gesturing for them to go. the way to the cafeteria takes them outside and she bristles at the cool night air, crossing her arms for warmth. “it’s no problem.” neve shrugs her shoulders, holding tight to her elbows as she does so. “but i can’t promise it’s the best meal you’ll ever have.” wrinkling her nose playfully, she continues. “i recommend sticking to something safe like the soup or a veggie burger, myself, but i tend to stay away from any of the specials.” the last time she ate some mystery meet and fried rice it taste like egg replacer and overcooked basmati. she shutters at the memory. patting her pager, she reassures the girl. “yeah, no problem. it goes off for other things too, though, so don’t panic if it goes off while we’re eating. it could be any number of things, but if it’s surgery i’ll let you know. i promise”
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do you have any tattoos or piercings?
“yeah, i have a few. my nose is pierced, but sometimes i leave the hoop out after work for a couple days. i have a wolf tattoo on my forearm and some script from a card my father gave me.”
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