HEART OF STEEL

barry ( hbo ) oc. / 21+ / penned by jay

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                the monster rarely ever misses. bullets like claws, cutting at skin, a perfect hit every time. through the kneecap and out the other side, barry is sure he’d find the bullet somewhere on the floor when this was all said and done. he cocks the rifle again for good measure, prepared for close range shots, if the man decided to get up. as he approached, he could tell it was a man now. no mask, open faced, though it’s toward the ground. pain and suffering, familiar objects. the question of who the target was still lingers- if it was a miss, it was a good fucking miss. and if not, than this mother fucker better strap in. barry’s quick to his side, gun pointed down. foot kicked out to turn the guy over. face needs to be seen. he wants to know who he’s killing.

                anger does not dissolve quickly, not until recognition claims his senses. even then, it takes a moment. he’s ready to shoot, ready to kill (no loose ends), but he stops completely. halts, at the image of the man on the ground, holding his knee in one hand, blood everywhere. brows furrow severely, eyes wide and startled. mouth half open, unable to speak for the stretch of time that he’s staring down at him. ‘matches?’ the nickname comes to mind without much effort, popping up to block several other rational thoughts. gun is still pointed downwards, but with less vigor. less firmness. there’s a flash of war, buddies in afghanistan, matching uniforms. laughter, terrible jokes (people dead in the street…). ‘what th’fuck, man? i was going to fucking kill you,’ it’s been years, but barry recognizes him. realization strikes; somehow, matty’s gotten into this dirty business, right along side barry. shit. how’d they sink so low? eyes travel down to the pool of blood, feeling guilty, feeling bad. ‘sorry i, uh- shot you,’ he holds out a hand to help matty up. ‘kinda just… thought you were trying to kill me, so…’

it doesn’t fully register at first where the voice is coming from -- or who it belongs to. matty’s vision is spotty and there’s a ringing in his ears that wasn’t there before. he’s likely going into shock which is, unfortunate, but the puddle of blood pooling beneath him is growing at an alarming rate and he needs to act f--

---wait, barry?

‘ holysh-t- b’rkman--? ’ he mumbles, heavy lids attempting to blink and clear away the fog. the figure standing above him ever so slowly comes into view and suddenly he’s filled with the overwhelming urge to hug the other man. still moderately confused, memories flash across his eyelids as he continues to blink -- basic training, being stationed in afghanistan, jokes, shitty stories, camaraderie, brotherhood, chaos, death- pain -- the thoughts sober him up rapidly and matt’s expression morphs into one of betrayal and anger.

‘ you fucking shot me, man! i didn’t even know you were here! ’

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all of two people showed interest in my affiliated ocs idea list and i went absolutely buck wild and scared both of them off

sounds about right

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i forgot to mention this but it was in my initial character notes,

matty has a huge scar that stretches from the bottom of his left cheek, up over his nose, and ends right below his right eye (he was nearly blinded but got very very lucky). it’s not a particularly bad scar, it’s really thin and not super noticeable from a distance, and nobody knows exactly how he got it-

just that it happened during his time in the marines, and matty does not like to talk about it

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heart of STEEL, and mind of GLASS. you are blood, sweat, and tears -- but tears do not stain.

penned by jay | 21+ | selective but oc friendly | ( promo by nadine )

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hitshe replied to your post: @hitshe we have matching urls ellie  ellie wE HAVE...

I DID THIS A LITTLE BIT ON PURPOSE !

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@hitshe we have matching urls ellie 

ellie wE HAVE MATCHING URLS

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my entire reply to ash just got deleted i-

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i need to put matty’s bio in a google doc I'm just laaaazy

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p e w i s h

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temp. bio under the cut ! – under construction

name: ( sgt. ) matthew ‘matty’ carpenter

nickname: ‘matches’ by fellow marines - bc of his hotheadedness

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nonverbal memes

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[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention  [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine  [ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket  [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.  [ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning  [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair  [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair  [ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine  [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room  [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer  [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger  [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying  [ eat ]  for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine  [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance  [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine  [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap  [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring  [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually  [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support  [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm  [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand  [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did  [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine  [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap  [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down  [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away  [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare  [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation  [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury  [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine  [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger  [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine  [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

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                through the scope of a gun, dead center, is the target. a rather large man; clean shaven skull, tattoos replacing hair there. the flourishing rose at the front of his forehead is what barry focuses on, aims for. kill shot, kill shot, kill shot… (he’s on a balcony in afghanstan; albert is next to him; suspicious activity, kill shot, kill shot, kill shot…) finger pulsates on the trigger, and he doesn’t have to do this, he doesn’t have to kill this man. but fuche’s was waiting for him back at the hotel, and he was already in position, and this was his purpose in life, and… a high pitched whistle drives past his ear, following his line of sight until it shoots through the target’s head. bullseye! he falls to the ground. the thud can be heard from where he’s stationed.

                barry’s face scrunches up, eyes widen a bit. ‘what the fuck-?’ there’s a brief pause, a moment when he tries to figure out what happened, before he’s in motion. barry spins, catches glimpse of someone off in the distance behind him, turning to rush off, away from his pointed stare at the gun that was now pointed at him. ‘hey! who th’fuck-?’ no questions are completed as he cocks the rifle. scope returns to one grey eye, and though no sound comes with the shot, the bullet can be seen traveling toward the other, the one who stole his target, and straight into his knee. ‘take that, mother fucker,’ barry doesn’t know why someone else has been sent to do his job (unless they were sent to kill him, and missed), but as he stood, hat hanging dangerously low over his eyes, barry was going to find out.

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it’s a routine hit.

get in, make a move, get out. no problemo--- and that’s just what happens. well, sort of.

matty can’t help but grin as things appear to be going absolutely according to plan. he’s positioned in the brush a good distance away from the target’s location, cover provided by a few conveniently positioned trees, and it’s near silent - perfect. lining up the shot the moment he spots the target, he wastes no time in firing. the bullet travels to its intended location with a sharp whiz, silencer doing its job, but matty hesitates for a brief moment after taking the shot, waiting for absolute confirmation.

it comes relatively quickly ( as expected ) and the target drops to the concrete, dead, thud echoing across the hilltop.

get in, make a move, get out. words echo back to him and matty takes heed. collapsing the stand, rifle is slung over one shoulder and he moves to make his retreat when a sudden warmth explodes in his right knee, rocketing up his leg. the action sends matty sprawling to the ground, rifle clattering to the concrete as his vision goes white.

‘ --fuck! ’

this is it. this is the end. life’s finally caught up with him -- a target’s been placed on his own back and he’s as good as dead. surely, that’s the only explanation. no use in fighting now, he thinks, as a sound that sounds a lot like approaching footsteps fills the now deafening silence. matty rolls onto his back, vision spotty, as crimson pools on the ground beneath him.

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temp. bio under the cut ! – under construction

name: ( sgt. ) matthew ‘matty’ carpenter

nickname: ‘matches’ by fellow marines - bc of his hotheadedness

parents: alan & mary carpenter

age: 36

childhood: born in indiana in 1983, matty didn’t have the most pleasant of childhoods. his mother passed away when he was very young, and from then until he turned 18 and joined the marines, his father was incredibly distant to a young matty. without a father figure present in his life, matty learned on his own that the quickest way to deter bullies and those who sought to mistreat you in life, was to take whatever anger he felt toward his father and channel it. anger scared others. anger was his shield. assuming the marines might help his son channel this behavior in more positive ways, alan carpenter was in complete support of his son’s decision to enlist and even helped him through the process.

military career: it was here that he met barry berkman ( @brkmans ). the two served together for quite a while, and matty grew to admire and respect the older man. there was something about him that matty felt drawn to, although he wouldn’t learn what exactly that was until years later.

skills: although a competent sniper, matty was particularly skilled in close range/hand to hand combat and knifework.

life after the marines: after a broken leg ended his time in the military, matty would learn just how unfulfilling civilian life really was, and it felt as though there was now a void – a cavernous hole of nothingness - left behind in his chest. contacted one evening by a mysterious benefactor, matty carpenter would soon begin a new career as a hitman.

TO BE ADDED

matty’s career as a crooked cop

his reconnection with barry