happyxhypochondriac

{INACTIVE} Benjamin Joly. Medical student, hypochondriac, germophobe, anxiety-prone. Otherwise, the gayest of them all. / Indie Les Miserables rp blog. / FC: Chris McCarrell.

[happyxhypochondriac]

{this blog is inactive}

please message me at katieatthebarricade if you need anything

[corelliaxdreaming]

Important Announcement

I’ve been rping for nearly a year and a half now, and for the most part I have enjoyed it a lot, but I’ve finally come to the place where I can admit it’s time for me to say goodbye. I feel like I’ve been growing away from it for a long time - no ambition to actually get replies done, taking longer and longer and more often hiatuses, etc… I’ve been hanging on because I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings by dropping theads, but I think it’s the right thing for me to do now. So, that’s what I’m doing. I’m going to be dropping nearly all of my threads across all of my accounts (here at icandrawamoth, joelleisnotperfect, happyxhypochondriac, sweetheartjehan, and theblacktohisred). If you don’t hear from me by the end of today, that’s it, I’m sorry. I hope no one takes this personally, as I said I have loved rping with all of you, but not now as much as I used to, so I’m going to move on to other things. I’ll be renovating this blog as a personal, so I’m certainly not leaving the Les Mis fandom or Tumblr at all, and I hope at least some of you will stick around. Lots of love <3

[happyxhypochondriac]

Hospital || happyxhypchondriac & etiennecombeferre

[etiennecombeferre]

It was not uncommon for Combeferre to wait around a little after his shift ended to check whether Joly wanted a ride home, it gave Combeferre a reason to remain in his office and complete paperwork which meant that he did not have to worry so much about it piling up. Having spoken briefly to Joly earlier that night, he knew his friend’s schedule and once he’d finished his own paperwork, he headed down to the OR and waited. 

He was surprised, however, to see Joly quickly move down the hallway passing without seeming to notice Combeferre’s presence. Combeferre didn’t quite know how to react to that but didn’t linger around too long - He figured that if something had happened and he wished to talk about it, Joly would explain it himself. Nonetheless, Combeferre slowly followed after Joly, unsure whether there was real reason for his friend’s sudden departure or he was simply in a hurry to get home. It was only when he noticed his friend hurry into an on-call room, one which had been empty. The lights had been off, and there was little reason for him to need to go in there. He hesitated momentarily before slowly opening the door, slightly shocked to see Joly sitting on a bed in the far corner of the room, hands covering his face. It wasn’t hard to decipher that he was infact crying.

"Joly… Mon ami… Is everything okay?" Combeferre slowly edged into the room, closing the door as it had been before.

[happyxhypochondriac]

Joly knew he should be meeting Combeferre to get a ride home, but he couldn't yet. He couldn't bring himself to look his ever cool and professional friend in the eye when he felt like he was breaking. What would he even think?

Joly startled when the door creaked open, cursing himself for not locking it behind him. The room had been empty, but of course someone would want to use it now. And of course it was his friend standing there.

Joly looked away again, scrubbing at his face and trying to make himself at least semi-presentable, but it was no good. His lip started wobbling again as soon as Combeferre asked the question.

"Not especially," he whimpered, wiping his eyes again and forcing himself to look at him. "I- that man died on my table, Combeferre. I couldn't save him." He squeezed his eyes shut as tears started to flow again.

[happyxhypochondriac]

Amnesia || happyxhypochondirac & textsfromeponinet

[textsfromeponinet]

"Babe calm down it's okay." she said. "I'd rather you be comfortable than me right now. You deserve a nice bed with warm sheets and our fireplace."

[happyxhypochondriac]

"That does sound wonderful," Joly admitted, "and hopefully it won't be for too long. Thank you."

[hamiltonroleplay]

Joly stepped away from the party to go the bathroom. Passing the bedroom, he heard a noise from inside and looked in curiously. What he saw made his heart hammer. Marius was lying on the bed, seemingly unconscious, another man he didn't recognize trying to remove his friend's clothes. "Hey!" Joly exclaimed, slamming the door open. He didn't know what he could do if it came down to a fight with his little strength, but wasn't about to let this guy hurt Marius. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"It is none of your concern." the man said trying to push Joly out of the door. "He wanted this okay." he said. "He just passed out before we could do anything."

[hamiltonroleplay]

Éponine rubbed Joly’s back as he talked and sucked in a breath as she was told what happened. She let go of Joly’s hand and headed over to Marius to give him a hug and make sure he was okay. 

She looked at Jehan and nodded. “You mean birth father he gave up the right to be my Dad the second he started treating Gavroche like shit.” She listened to Joly describe what the man looked like. “Sounds like someone who works for my Dad.” she said sadly looking at her friends.

[happyxhypochondriac]

"Of course, my mistake," Jehan agreed, watching her closely as she interacted with Marius. He was loathe to let anyone near him now, though he knew he trust her completely.

"Why would he do that?" Joly wanted to know. "Do you think it has something to do with him working for him? How did he even get here? I certainly didn't invite him."

[happyxhypochondriac]

Joly bit his lip in thought as he climbed into the car. “I don’t know. I think I might feel better sleeping on the couch, maybe for a few days or until I start to remember. I hope that’s okay…”

[textsfromeponinet]

"Nope I can sleep in the guest room." she said smiling at him. "I am not going to make you sleep on the couch. You are my fiancé and you deserve a nice bed." 

[happyxhypochondriac]

"But I don't want to kick you out either!" Joly protest lightly. "You have enough trouble dealing with me already, you at least deserve a good night's sleep."

[happyxhypochondriac]

"That sounds nice," he said with a little smile, picking up their food and carrying it to the car. "I don’t know, maybe just relax and talk? You can tell me some things and see if any of it jogs anything. And give me a tour of the house, I think would be a good idea."

[textsfromeponinet]

"Yes." she said smiling and unlocking the car. "Relax and talk sounds good to me. Tour of the house" she said. "Now are you okay with us sharing a bed?"

[happyxhypochondriac]

Joly bit his lip in thought as he climbed into the car. "I don't know. I think I might feel better sleeping on the couch, maybe for a few days or until I start to remember. I hope that's okay..."

[happyxhypochondriac]

[textsfromeponinet]

"Well it is a good thing I burn candles all the time." she said giving him a smile. "I will have a chicken quesadilla and two cheesy roll ups and a diet coke please." Éponine told the cashier. "Joly what would you like to drink?" she asked giving him a smile.

[happyxhypochondriac]

"What…

[textsfromeponinet]

"Usually bakery or fruit based scents." she said. "I go more more good based than florals." She ordered his lemonade and paid. "So what should we do tonight?"

[happyxhypochondriac]

"That sounds nice," he said with a little smile, picking up their food and carrying it to the car. "I don't know, maybe just relax and talk? You can tell me some things and see if any of it jogs anything. And give me a tour of the house, I think would be a good idea."

[feuillyjoly-deactivated20140921]

i’m pretty sure this is the beginning of joly and musichetta’s relationship

[ask-jehan-p]

[ask-jehan-p]

Jehan was swaying a lot and it was a miracle he was staying on his knees. It wasn’t for long though as the drugs and movement worked against him, causing him to throw up and fall, thankfully to the side of the mess he’d made as he coughed with his face pressed into the ground. Mumbling apologies, he cried against the floor, breathing jaggedly as the door was opened again as the noises he was making were investigated. After mopping up and throwing in a few punches as punishment, Jehan and the other slave were left in the room alone again, this time with Jehan in a little better frame of mind, though still on the ground, having thrown up some of the drug he’d consumed. “Where am I?” He croaked, shaking slightly from the cold of the floor.

[happyxhypochondriac]

Joly winced as he heart his new companion vomit, leaning away from the mess he couldn't see. He couldn't help but ache at the pitiful sounds he made, knowing how awful he must feel. He tentatively reached out to offer comfort, but then the door opened and he jerked his hand back. He bit his lip as he listened to the men clean up and punish the other. He wished he could do something to help, defend him, without making it worse for both of them. When they were alone again, he reached out once more, praying his hand wound find an appropriate landing, grateful when he touched the other's shoulder. "A holding room at the auction house," he answered softly. "Our new master will be by to pick us up as soon as the auction is over." He rubbed his shoulder softly, hoping to provide some comfort to his obvious misery. "They drugged you," he pointed out unnecessarily. "Is this your first time being sold then? Or were you not behaving? Here, sit up, I think you'll feel a little better. I'm Joly, by the way - or more appropriately, 10469," he added bitterly. "And you?"

[careaboutlonelysouls]

"I really like you too Benjamin." he said. "I’m not as drunk as you think."

[happyxhypochondriac]

Joly raised an eyebrow at him. "Five minutes ago you had me slung over you shoulder like a continental soldier and were parading me around the room. How about a compromise?" he suggested. "For tonight, we sleep together in the literal sense," he giggled, pointing to the bed, "and in the morning if we still want to be together, and I have a feeling we will, I see no reason why we shouldn't?"

[happyxhypochondriac]

I just found out that "Do Your Ears Hang Low?" was originally "Do Your Balls Hang Low?". I can feel my childhood dying a slow death...

[happyxhypochondriac]

Amnesia || happyxhypochondriac & textsfromeponinet

[textsfromeponinet]

"Well it is a good thing I burn candles all the time." she said giving him a smile. "I will have a chicken quesadilla and two cheesy roll ups and a diet coke please." Éponine told the cashier. "Joly what would you like to drink?" she asked giving him a smile.

[happyxhypochondriac]

"What kind?" Joly asked curiously. "Scene is the strongest scent tied to memory, so that could actually really help," he pointed out excitedly. He waited as she ordered and pondered the drink selection. "I'll take a lemonade, please."

[hamiltonroleplay]

Joly stepped away from the party to go the bathroom. Passing the bedroom, he heard a noise from inside and looked in curiously. What he saw made his heart hammer. Marius was lying on the bed, seemingly unconscious, another man he didn't recognize trying to remove his friend's clothes. "Hey!" Joly exclaimed, slamming the door open. He didn't know what he could do if it came down to a fight with his little strength, but wasn't about to let this guy hurt Marius. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"It is none of your concern." the man said trying to push Joly out of the door. "He wanted this okay." he said. "He just passed out before we could do anything."

[hamiltonroleplay]

Marius sighed and closed his eyes leaning into Jehan. “I know babe.” he said looking up at him. “I know you wouldn’t Jehan.”

"Who was this guy?" Éponine asked looking at her best friend and curling into Joly. "What happened why am I needed?"

[happyxhypochondriac]

Joly squeezed her hand. "There was this guy," he explained shakily, still hardly able to believe it had actually happened. "We thing he drugged Marius and then he...tried to take advantage of him while he was unconscious."

Jehan nodded, looking up at her. "We thought it might have been someone you've seen, someone who knows your father." Joly explained what the man had looked like to her.

[happyxhypochondriac]

Hospital || happyxhypochondriac & etiennecombeferre

"Doctor…we need to call it."

Joly forced himself to look away from the patient, eyes flicking across the nurse who had spoken and to the clock. “Time of death 11:15 pm,” he breathed. He turned back, avoiding the mess of blood and loss on the table, and slowly laid down his scalpel, deliberately keeping his hand from shaking.

Then, almost before he consciously decided, he was striding from the room, making his way quickly down the hall, just away. After a few moments he found himself in the blessedly empty on-call room. He sat heavily on a bed, hands coming up to press over his now-streaming eyes.

He had done it. He had finally failed, lost a patient on his operating table. Had been unable to save them. He’d known it had to happen eventually, but he hadn’t expected it to hurt so much.

[dance4france]

Closed RP w/ happyxhypochondriac

[maidonthebarricade-deactivated2]

She smiled, her cheeks turning a little rosier at his wink.  

"The book is four francs" she said leading him over to where the cash drawer was.  Her bright brown eyes flickering up and looking at him from under her lashes every few seconds, a smile dancing on her lips.

[happyxhypochondriac]

Joly smiled back, not looking away from her as he handed her the money. "I will see you tomorrow then, mademoiselle," he said, tipping his hat to her as he headed for the door. "Good day."

[happyxhypochondriac]

Amnesia || happyxhypochondriac & textsfromeponinet

[textsfromeponinet]

"Me too." she said smiling. "Yes I agree they are awful." she said. "Well we can go home and you can take a nice shower and sleep in our bed and have some good food."

[happyxhypochondriac]

"Good. I suppose I should be used to hospital smell, but it'll be nice to not have that." He got out of the car and followed her inside, glancing over the menu. He wondered what his usual order was. Even having lost everything, it felt strange not to remember a little thing like that. "I'll take a number two, please," he told the cashier. "And an order of cinnamon twists."