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SLOAN WALSH ; thirty-two, firefighter and brother

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“Being stood up is THE WORST,” Lennox sympathised. “It’s happened a few times to me, too. I ACCIDENTALLY did it, too, but I did apologise profusely… I think the DAMAGE was done and he hasn’t spoken to me since, though.” The future surgeon’s face flashed momentarily with shame before fingers wrapped around the beer he had given her. “Well, I’m sure it’ll be her loss, not yours,” she continued, offering him a small smile before extending one of her hands. “I’m Lennox.”

Sloan nodded along Lennox’s story as he tapped his fingers on the beer bottle he held. “I’ve never done it, nor had it ever happened to me,” he confessed, “but I’m really not bothered by it. Only by the fact that I actually left my place just to come here, when I could’ve just stayed in and watched something on television.” He explained briefly, though there was truly nothing more to it anyhow. Sloan politely gave the woman a smile, the biggest he could actually go, and shook her hand gently. “I’m Sloan. It’s nice to meet you, Lennox.” He leant on the counter and looked at the content left on his beer. A slow drinker, he knew he’d still be around there drinking for a while longer, so surprinsingly, decided to keep the conversation going. “So, what do you do alone at a pub? Are you waiting for someone yourself?”

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“— someone as GOOD LOOKING as you being stood up is such a fuckin’ bullshit, let me tell you,” Misha chimed in, her thick accent finally making an appearance. She was glad that it never seemed to fade away – it was basically the only thing that kept reminding her of HOME. “I will GLADLY take the beer, and maybe even be your PLATONIC date for tonight – how’s that?” She offered, quite unsure why. “They’re missing out on a great company and a decent bottle o’ beer.”

Sloan’s face shifted into a quite shyly surprised expression as Misha commented on his looks. He’d been told before he’s not really a bad looking guy, but he never really thought about any of that physical side of himself. Smiling at her as some way of saying ‘thanks for the compliment’, he quickly turned to looking at the counter. “That’d be nice, actually.” Sloan said, still not bothered to look up. “It is a decent bottle of beer, yeah. I would’ve gotten something nicer when she got here, but well, I guess she’ll just have to go on another day without nice beer.” He shrugged, daring to shoot a teasing smirk at the woman, something a little too ironic for his own taste. However, he didn’t really have anywhere to be and it wouldn’t hurt to talk to another human being for one night.

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Lennox was in a WORLD OF HER OWN as she waited at the bar for a friend who had to go back to the hospital to get his wallet. She barely noticed that she had been addressed - much less joined - until she saw vague movement out the corner of her eye. The first year resident blinked then gave the male an APOLOGETIC smile. “Sorry - sorry, didn’t see you there. Uhm…” There had been plenty of times that the blonde had been warned about moments like this, but she was too kind of a person to say no to someone’s offer. “Sure, yeah. Okay,” she nodded. “I’m sorry your friend didn’t show. Are – are you okay?”

He usually would’ve refrained from coming up to anyone and offering a beer — he knew how much of a CREEP that could make him seem. But it also wasn’t in Sloan’s nature to just leave that beer bottle full on the counter and go home, just as it isn’t like him to drink alone at bars. If he were to do so, he’d do it in the comfort of his own place. Sliding the bottle to the woman, he smiled, indifferent. “I’m fine, despite the being STOOD UP. I didn’t really want to come in the first place.” He gave a brief response, though not because of embarrassement. “My sister made me go on a date to cheer up her friend. I s’pose she didn’t really need cheering up.”

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After a few minutes sitting on the bar of the small pub, Sloan just felt stupid. He couldn’t believe he’d let his sister drag him into this mess of introducing her friend to him, in hopes that the girl would get over her ex. Too many minutes had passed since he’d been there, so, with one beer down the half and the other one full – which was waiting for the girl to appear –, Sloan jumped a few stools til he reached someone. “Want a beer? I kinda already payed for it, but its owner didn’t really bother to show up, so... It’s your if you want it.”

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“i’m fine.” she winced as she dabbed at the cut on her cheek. “it dosen’t even hurt.” it hurt like a bitch. but she wouldn’t let it show. she had got in a fight with a perp and she knew it was half her spurring it, but she was angry. “you got a cloth I can have?” she didn’t want to ask for help, but damn she needed some relief.

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Sloan furrowed his brows, not convinced. He’d had cuts like that before, many also on the face, and although he alway tried to ignore them, he knew they hurt. “Right.” He looked back at his house, then turned to the stranger again. “I have it inside... You can wait here if you want, or you can come in.” Sloan began to walk up the small entrance stairs to his little town place. He looked back to see if she was following or not. Regarless, he smiled. “I’m Sloan, by the way.”

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( ooc;; guys!! i’m sorry i’ve been mia but life’s taken over this past week and will probably take over the next one, so i’m going to take this week to reply to any thread i left hanging and get to new ones, on both sloan and gale. if i reply to a thread that you deem too old and don’t want to continue, then you’re more than free to drop it!! sorry about the inactivity and i’ll pick it up. i gotchu, mates. )

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“We clearly have DIFFERENT DEFINITIONS of shit, then,” Shay countered with a chuckle. While she waited on her order being made, the detective folded her arms atop of her chest and shifted from foot to foot, the RESTLESSNESS of the previous night’s alcohol intake was still causing her entire system to feel like it was buzzing. “I’m glad you think so, but the pole I shouted at this morning for being in my way would beg to differ.” It was safe to say that the brunette was in no way graceful while suffering through her current state. “I’ll be sure to keep my mouth shut next time,” she laughed and shook her head. Not that she would have much choice in the matter - she ALWAYS seemed to feel like she had to defend how she looked the night after her cutting loose. “But thanks, Walsh. I appreciate the attempt of making me feel a little more HUMAN than I did before.”

Sloan furrowed his eyebrows and amused, he hummed with curiosity. “Are there different definitions of shit? I thought it was a pretty literal concept, like… SHIT,” he said, making sure to put the last word in focus. “Like, poop shit.” He further explained, afraid he’d be getting lost in translation, and boy, did Sloan hate confusion. “A pole? Really? Man, that must’ve been one hell of a night. What did it shout back?” With a laugh, he stepped aside as another person joined the line to grab orders. A few seconds later, the barista called out for his name and he reached his hand forward to grab it, smiling at her amicably. Turning back to Shay, he chuckled. “No doubt you’re human. I mean, you do look pretty human to me.” He walked around the detective to stand on her other side, that way he wouldn’t be in the way of the line and would still be able to converse with her. “Unless you’re a humanoid ALIEN or something. A humanoid alcohol fueled alien.”

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“is this seat TAKEN?” charlie doesn’t wait for an answer before slipping into the aforementioned seat, resting her elbows on the table and leaning in conspiratorially. “hope not. i would have sat over THERE, see, but that guy’s been staring at my ass since i ordered my drink, and i’m just… not in the mood, you know?”

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Just as Sloan was about to raise his head to look at whomever was asking his permission to take a seat, Charlotte Harper sat down next to him. They’d met a couple of times before when he’d been to the police station for either work related things, or when his bike got stolen that one time. “I– the guy what?” He asked, putting his book down on the table and closing it with the napkin on the page he was reading, of course. “There where? Who’s the guy?” Sloan said while his eyes scanned the small bistro.

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The HUNGOVER detective ran a hand through her hair and groaned softly as she met the eyes of a fellow coffee buyer. “I’m AWARE that I look like shit,” a small chuckle left her lips. “Could be worse, I could be in my pyjamas right about now, but at least I’m functioning enough to be out in public.” At least, she HOPED she was. It was still too early to tell.

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As quiet as usual, the man stood in line to get his ordinary morning coffee. There was something about routine that tickled his brain in the right places, and being in the shop at the same time as the day before made him smoothly pleased. Sloan turned as he noticed Shay speaking to him. “You look the FARTHEST thing from shit, Detective,” he noted firmly. It wasn’t, after all, the first time Sloan had noticed and appreciated the woman’s features, whether it be in work related encounters, or random coffee shop bump-ins like this. “C’mon, you’re functioning pretty well. I wouldn’t have noticed anything had you not brought it up,” he lied, and paused, then deciding to complement his phrase. “Had you not brought it up and had you fixed you hair before leaving wherever you were.” Sloan chuckled softly. As hungover as she looked, Shay was still a gorgeous woman, and running into her first thing after leaving his place in the morning was sure a sight for sore eyes.

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Noah looked from the male to the bench and then back to the male, an eyebrow then rising in response as he blinked. The first time a firefighter had been taken from them by the BLUE BLOODED KILLER was devastating, but now? After so much, now all he felt was numbness. They were used to death in their line of work - more so Noah than most - but this was just… he didn’t understand, and if there was one thing Noah hated it was NOT understanding something. “Sorry, was a little checked out,” he cleared his throat and folded thick arms across his chest as a small nod bobbed his head back and forth. “Yeah, it is,” he agreed. “Still, we have a job to do.” Unfortunately. Though, in Noah’s case, work was the last thing he wanted to do in that current moment.

Sloan didn’t personally know Lieutenant Bishop, that was for a fact, and apart from seeing him a couple of times during city ceremonies, he’d never met him. Sloan Walsh also wasn’t known for having the greatest memory, so it wouldn’t be a surprise for anyone if he didn’t remember ever seeing Bishop. However, as soon as he saw the man’s pictures online, he felt a thightness in his chest. He had no personal connection with him, but his heart ached at another death. He grief not only as a firefighter, but as a Seattle resident like everybody else. “It’s fine. I don’t blame anyone for being a little out of themselves today,” he responded, his hands being tucked into the pocket of his Fire Dept. hoodie. “We do, yeah,” and Sloan actually prefered it that way. He’s always used work as a tool to get his mind off of things, despite his job being quite heavy emotionally. “Still, the mood is off in the city today. It’s just really sad.” 

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Heavy shoulders sunk as the male stood at the water’s edge, eyes staring at NOTHING as the news of what had occurred finally sunk in. Dressed in shorts and a now sweat stained t-shirt, he had paused his morning run when the news caught his attention. While Bishop wasn’t a close friend of his, he was still classed as a BROTHER when it came to being a firefighter. His loss was hard and gut-wrenching, and enough for Noah’s legs to forget how to move. After a while, he SENSED another presence nearby and he turned his head slightly.

“— How long have you been standing there?”

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“I was sitting here before you arrived,” Sloan gestured to the bench behind him, “I was just leaving when I saw you.” He explained without much detail, finishing off his sentence as he looked at the ferry boats that covered the water, including the one he’d just been in. Behind him on the bench layed an open newspaper. Sloan woke up so early everyday that he didn’t hear the news until he made his way across the water to where he worked, only to hear about a brother’s death. Right when he hoped it was over... He took a couple of steps and stood by Noah’s side. “It’s gonna be a specially hard day.”

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SLOAN WALSH — the quiet thirty-two year old firefighter with a cat obsession

a certified grump ball, that’s sloan edmund walsh for you

he was born in new york, his dad is irish and his mother is of philipino descent

he was a really hyper, friendly kid tbh, which is hard to imagine when you see how he is nowadays

sloan’s always been super generous and that’s one thing that hasn’t changed as years went by

what changed was mostly his exterior, because he still has that amazingly soft heart, but he’s grown cold on the outside because he’s learned life actually sucks

when he was sixteen his parents decided to get a divorce, and only three months after that he was being dragged from new york to seattle to live with his father and his new wife

(who, apparently, was the whole reason behind the divorce)

he holds a grudge against his father because he’s the reason he stopped seeing his mother and sisters and it sucks ass

his sisters stayed in new york because the older one was old enough to chose where to be, and his parents opted to have the two younger ones live with their mother

he has always wanted to be a firefighter and he started as soon as he could

he even got into a community college to improve his skills and become a good firefighter

when he was 23 his mother and younger sister had a lil house accident with fire back in new york

his youngest sister couldn’t resist the smoke inhalation and died one week after the accident, and his mother had severe injuries to one of her legs, and lost movements to it. 

sloan carries with himself some guilt about it, because he really believes that if he had been in new york with them, he would’ve been able to prevent all of it

right now he just keeps to himself, mostly. he does his job, helps with that he can, and stays home with his cats when he’s not busy. he’s a pretty chill guy

HERE is some info on sloan, and HERE are some connections? hmu with ideas tho!!

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Bob Morley in the Season 4 BTS “From Outcasts to Leaders” (x)