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/ooc I’m not sure what to put here yet, but for now all I can say is just don’t be weird. I’ll try to be as in character as possible but I am terrible at these kinds of things sometimes soooo
Also my main is @clownrats
annnd im a minor:P
It’s quiet.
I think this is the first damn time in weeks I’ve heard *Cough cough* perfect silence
It’s only getting fuckin’ hotter. So damn hot.
The dark-haired man grimaced slightly, not of disgust but out of sympathy. He sat on the floor, next to him, and handed the fire fighter a glass of water, filled with already melting ice cubes.
So.. you smoke?
The fireman had glanced over before saying a small “thank yew” to the dark haired man. After all, even a basic kindness now was a heavensend. He responded in a rasp saying
Yeah..ironic I know, a firefighter that damn *Cough* smokes
He lets out a small chuckle followed by violent coughing, he takes a sip out of the water
It’s only getting fuckin’ hotter. So damn hot.
"Knock knock. Hey I didn't know what to get you so.."
The redheaded woman pulls out a brown paper bag, filled to the brim with beer
"I just thought it suits you"
The charred man had looked surprised at the action, not expecting anything this season due to the certain..weather..predicaments
Oh-er..Thank ya! You didn’t have to *Cough cough* get me nothin’. I don’t have anythin’ to give you actually..
I swear I recognize your face from somewhere…
‘Sure damn hope ya don’t
Oh god! Christ on a stick, what happened to you?! Oh gawd, what a tragedy! Now, you can’t dance!… you can’t dance. …
I challenge you to a dance fight.
Sincerely, Dance Guy
I..can’t exactly dance. M’skin would probably-*Cough cough*..fall off, ehehehe..
COWABUNGA! YOU’RE OVULATING, DUDE!
I- what???
Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it. Ain’t exactly the white Christmas you’d *Cough cough* expect outside, but it’s one nonetheless
the homeowner had left the room just as quickly as he had came. after inspecting everyone for their daily signs, he had l decided to leave them all alone. thank god for that. just as the firefighter had gotten a moment of peace, however, he had felt the presence of the cold man sitting next to him.
“…h-how are you doing? i know y-you’re probably s-struggling, due to the sun and everything…”
i suppose he has to ask. after all, he’s never felt the heat of the sun. as if they’re opposites: one is dying due to the cold, and one will die due to the sun.
@bar3ly-aliv3 (ooc: sorry if I wrote too much!)
The fireman, yet tired from social interaction, answered the question, rasping out
Everything hurts so damn much, but I’d rather not spend my last *Cough* days in a bad mood. What about *Cough cough* you? Ya look almost..cold.
The charred man had looked over at you, turning slowly as to not agitate what’s left of his skin
”I guess I’ve j-just been…thinking. t-thinking about the fact t-that people are dying due to the s-sun, and yet, i c-can’t help but freeze.. I’d do anything for a sliver of-“
“…”
“…n-not what you’re experiencing, b-but you know..warmth.”
*he had withheld eye contact, as if trying to hide his sadness. perhaps cold tears.*
The fireman paused in thought, processing what the cold person said, before replying
You always been this way? Cold I mean..cause could be a *Cough cough* medical thing prolly
His coughs had been more and more frequent, the reasoning most likely being the strain on his already black lungs of talking
the homeowner had left the room just as quickly as he had came. after inspecting everyone for their daily signs, he had l decided to leave them all alone. thank god for that. just as the firefighter had gotten a moment of peace, however, he had felt the presence of the cold man sitting next to him.
“…h-how are you doing? i know y-you’re probably s-struggling, due to the sun and everything…”
i suppose he has to ask. after all, he’s never felt the heat of the sun. as if they’re opposites: one is dying due to the cold, and one will die due to the sun.
@bar3ly-aliv3 (ooc: sorry if I wrote too much!)
The fireman, yet tired from social interaction, answered the question, rasping out
Everything hurts so damn much, but I’d rather not spend my last *Cough* days in a bad mood. What about *Cough cough* you? Ya look almost..cold.
The charred man had looked over at you, turning slowly as to not agitate what’s left of his skin
The charred individual had looked up at you, surprised at your presence in the room, since you were not there often. He spoke up in his raspy voice, saying
Don’t think I’ve ever really talked to *Cough cough* you b’fore. You dewin’ alright?
guh thank you for helping me form this thought/ooc
❛❛Oh!-- um, yeah...I just couldn't...sleep. Too crowded in the kitchen.❜❜ [His voice cracked a bit at seeing the fireman, visibly taken off guard for a short moment. not because of the man himself but his burnt skin. It wasn't out of disgust, but it wasn't nice to think about how that must've happened either.] ❛❛...Sorry, I don't mean to act jumpy, it's not you. Are you.. Okay? Besides the obvious. ❜❜
He was almost surprised by the question before saying
Assumin’ the obvious is my..condition, I’m doin’ just fine right *Cough cough* now. Could do without the coughin’ though..
hurts like hell.
The charred man paused before saying in his rasp
What ‘bout yew? You doin’ fine?
His American-southern accent pops out yet again. He obviously wasn’t from Russia, most likely moved from America to here.
[He gave a soft nod in response, before his eyes darted wound the room. The sofa was fully occupied by that tall guest, and the armchair was freshly bloodied. Rodion huffed, before settling on sitting on the floor near the fireman. He hugged his knees up to his chest.] ❛❛Just..tense, like everyone else probably. Sitting so close to another person feels unsafe, but I doubt your a visitor. Considering the coughing and all...❜❜ [He trailed off, though body language still seemed guarded. ] ❛❛You seem older than me, I think. Why are you by yourself? Most men have families at your age. Or the age I'm assuming you are, I mean.❜❜
He seemed to almost wince at the topic of family, as it was a sore topic for him, he paused heavily before saying
I’m..yeah I had a family. Two kids, wife left though. I’m tryin’ not to think about *Cough-8 em too much. Even if I *Cough cough* live long enough, I want my kids t’thin their old man died a hero.
He paused again, a little awkwardly because he realized he just trauma dumped. He cleared his throat before saying
I’m 42, if ya wanted y’know
The charred man looked back at the ground after speaking to the presence next to him
❛❛...Is that not..cruel? to leave your loved ones without a word? ❜❜ [he asked without a thought. His expression was quick to show guilt, but he was too sleep deprived to restrict his words.] ❛❛Maybe I don't understand though...I'm younger than you; I'm twenty-one. I've never been close with my family and I don't think I'll ever get the chance to have my own now, so it might just be different. But someone disappear out my life sounds... unbearable.❜❜ ... ❛❛...Sorry. Ignore what I say.❜❜
He paused, in thought before clearing his throat and saying
Either way I’m dead in a few days. Put er this way, I either die a hero or a *Cough couch* weak, pained man in their eyes. I want them to remember me for who I was not who I am now. You don’t gotta get it, you’ll get it one day if ya find someone you- *Cough cough* love
The charred man had looked over at the other person beside him
And kid, before y’say I’ll make it through, I won’t. My lungs are practically *Cough cough* black, even if I live through t’burns, I wont be able to breathe
He had a coughing fit shortly after saying that, it’s obvious his condition worsened by the second. The man barely had the clothes on his back left for him, that’s it. He rasps out
You look like my son a little, hehe..
[He opened his mouth to retort again, but it fell flat as he heard the fireman mention the inevitable.] ❛❛...Don't say that. Don't say any of that, especially that you'll die. That's horrible, true or not.❜❜ [He muttered, his face turning a bit flushed from the last comment. The comment about him looking like the man's son made him feel childish.] ❛❛There's some things you don't say out loud. I doubt I'm going to make it either, but I don't express that proudly... ❜❜
I only express it proudly ‘cause I’m angry. I’m mad I couldn’t do more, I’m pissed that I let my *Cough cough* men lead me away. Those good men died because I couldn’t help them anymore.
The fireman had realize he was ranting-angrily in that matter, he attempted to calm him down saying
Sorry fer the outburst-just..you’ve got a better future than me kid, start *Cough cough* believing it
The charred individual had looked up at you, surprised at your presence in the room, since you were not there often. He spoke up in his raspy voice, saying
Don’t think I’ve ever really talked to *Cough cough* you b’fore. You dewin’ alright?
guh thank you for helping me form this thought/ooc
❛❛Oh!-- um, yeah...I just couldn't...sleep. Too crowded in the kitchen.❜❜ [His voice cracked a bit at seeing the fireman, visibly taken off guard for a short moment. not because of the man himself but his burnt skin. It wasn't out of disgust, but it wasn't nice to think about how that must've happened either.] ❛❛...Sorry, I don't mean to act jumpy, it's not you. Are you.. Okay? Besides the obvious. ❜❜
He was almost surprised by the question before saying
Assumin’ the obvious is my..condition, I’m doin’ just fine right *Cough cough* now. Could do without the coughin’ though..
hurts like hell.
The charred man paused before saying in his rasp
What ‘bout yew? You doin’ fine?
His American-southern accent pops out yet again. He obviously wasn’t from Russia, most likely moved from America to here.
[He gave a soft nod in response, before his eyes darted wound the room. The sofa was fully occupied by that tall guest, and the armchair was freshly bloodied. Rodion huffed, before settling on sitting on the floor near the fireman. He hugged his knees up to his chest.] ❛❛Just..tense, like everyone else probably. Sitting so close to another person feels unsafe, but I doubt your a visitor. Considering the coughing and all...❜❜ [He trailed off, though body language still seemed guarded. ] ❛❛You seem older than me, I think. Why are you by yourself? Most men have families at your age. Or the age I'm assuming you are, I mean.❜❜
He seemed to almost wince at the topic of family, as it was a sore topic for him, he paused heavily before saying
I’m..yeah I had a family. Two kids, wife left though. I’m tryin’ not to think about *Cough-8 em too much. Even if I *Cough cough* live long enough, I want my kids t’thin their old man died a hero.
He paused again, a little awkwardly because he realized he just trauma dumped. He cleared his throat before saying
I’m 42, if ya wanted y’know
The charred man looked back at the ground after speaking to the presence next to him
❛❛...Is that not..cruel? to leave your loved ones without a word? ❜❜ [he asked without a thought. His expression was quick to show guilt, but he was too sleep deprived to restrict his words.] ❛❛Maybe I don't understand though...I'm younger than you; I'm twenty-one. I've never been close with my family and I don't think I'll ever get the chance to have my own now, so it might just be different. But someone disappear out my life sounds... unbearable.❜❜ ... ❛❛...Sorry. Ignore what I say.❜❜
He paused, in thought before clearing his throat and saying
Either way I’m dead in a few days. Put er this way, I either die a hero or a *Cough couch* weak, pained man in their eyes. I want them to remember me for who I was not who I am now. You don’t gotta get it, you’ll get it one day if ya find someone you- *Cough cough* love
The charred man had looked over at the other person beside him
And kid, before y’say I’ll make it through, I won’t. My lungs are practically *Cough cough* black, even if I live through t’burns, I wont be able to breathe
He had a coughing fit shortly after saying that, it’s obvious his condition worsened by the second. The man barely had the clothes on his back left for him, that’s it. He rasps out
You look like my son a little, hehe..
The charred individual had looked up at you, surprised at your presence in the room, since you were not there often. He spoke up in his raspy voice, saying
Don’t think I’ve ever really talked to *Cough cough* you b’fore. You dewin’ alright?
guh thank you for helping me form this thought/ooc
❛❛Oh!-- um, yeah...I just couldn't...sleep. Too crowded in the kitchen.❜❜ [His voice cracked a bit at seeing the fireman, visibly taken off guard for a short moment. not because of the man himself but his burnt skin. It wasn't out of disgust, but it wasn't nice to think about how that must've happened either.] ❛❛...Sorry, I don't mean to act jumpy, it's not you. Are you.. Okay? Besides the obvious. ❜❜
He was almost surprised by the question before saying
Assumin’ the obvious is my..condition, I’m doin’ just fine right *Cough cough* now. Could do without the coughin’ though..
hurts like hell.
The charred man paused before saying in his rasp
What ‘bout yew? You doin’ fine?
His American-southern accent pops out yet again. He obviously wasn’t from Russia, most likely moved from America to here.
[He gave a soft nod in response, before his eyes darted wound the room. The sofa was fully occupied by that tall guest, and the armchair was freshly bloodied. Rodion huffed, before settling on sitting on the floor near the fireman. He hugged his knees up to his chest.] ❛❛Just..tense, like everyone else probably. Sitting so close to another person feels unsafe, but I doubt your a visitor. Considering the coughing and all...❜❜ [He trailed off, though body language still seemed guarded. ] ❛❛You seem older than me, I think. Why are you by yourself? Most men have families at your age. Or the age I'm assuming you are, I mean.❜❜
He seemed to almost wince at the topic of family, as it was a sore topic for him, he paused heavily before saying
I’m..yeah I had a family. Two kids, wife left though. I’m tryin’ not to think about *Cough-8 em too much. Even if I *Cough cough* live long enough, I want my kids t’thin their old man died a hero.
He paused again, a little awkwardly because he realized he just trauma dumped. He cleared his throat before saying
I’m 42, if ya wanted y’know
The charred man looked back at the ground after speaking to the presence next to him
meow
Wh-huh???
The charred individual had looked up at you, surprised at your presence in the room, since you were not there often. He spoke up in his raspy voice, saying
Don’t think I’ve ever really talked to *Cough cough* you b’fore. You dewin’ alright?
guh thank you for helping me form this thought/ooc
❛❛Oh!-- um, yeah...I just couldn't...sleep. Too crowded in the kitchen.❜❜ [His voice cracked a bit at seeing the fireman, visibly taken off guard for a short moment. not because of the man himself but his burnt skin. It wasn't out of disgust, but it wasn't nice to think about how that must've happened either.] ❛❛...Sorry, I don't mean to act jumpy, it's not you. Are you.. Okay? Besides the obvious. ❜❜
He was almost surprised by the question before saying
Assumin’ the obvious is my..condition, I’m doin’ just fine right *Cough cough* now. Could do without the coughin’ though..
hurts like hell.
The charred man paused before saying in his rasp
What ‘bout yew? You doin’ fine?
His American-southern accent pops out yet again. He obviously wasn’t from Russia, most likely moved from America to here.
So, may I sit with you? Death is near you, I smell it. I wish to be with you, even for a little bit.
-🐍
I guess?? I ain’t got nothin better t’do
