It's cold out there

Independent OC, Hayden Collins RP/Ask blog. OC friendly, multiverse friendly. Please read the rules before interacting. Tracking: iimpxrfect

[flawedlouise]

[iimpxrfect]

|| Continued from xxx || @piistols

 When he heard the doors open, he had immediately snapped his head up. He screamed to warn Drew when he saw his friend sprinting towards him. He was relieved yet terrified that he was here. His heart pounded against his chest as he struggled against his restraints, shaking his head when Drew started speaking. This can’t be happening, there’s no way. 

“N-no, no, no...” He muttered, staring off somewhere passed Drew. He seemed to be looking at something only he could see. “You don’t understand-” He continued to shake his head, his voice cracking slightly. “You need to leave now, Drew, please.” Hayden was still pulling at his restraints, as if he wanted to push Drew out himself. 

"You need to fucking run, just leave me here and get out!" He shouted again, clenching and unclenching his fists. Hayden couldn't remember much, but he could never forget how Keith started stripping security away from this dome. He remembered how planned to use him as bait to lure the group there, making it easy for them to break in so he could trap them. Keith was using him.

"He's been planning this all along, and if you don't get out right now then he's going to trap you in here-" He was glancing aroung, as if he was trying to keep a look out. He was paranoid. His panicked thoughts were jumbling together, and it was evident with his breathing that seemed to be inching closer and closer to hyperventilation more than anything.

[iimpxrfect]

Last Words

"What are you gonna do, kill me?"

"Keep them safe"

"I need you to move on after I'm gone."

"Kill me"

"Of course I trust you."

"Just end it"

"I'll come back"

"I just want you to know that I love you, okay?"

"Watch this"

"Give them hell"

"What does this do?"

"I don't feel good"

"I can't fight anymore. It hurts too much"

"I'm scared"

"Tell _____ that I love them"

"Get out of here! Now! While you still can!"

"I'll see you in hell"

"It wasn't your fault."

"You need to trust me."

"Why is it so dark?"

"No! This cannot be! I am invincible!"

"I'll buy you as much time as I can. Don't waste it."

"Live. Do that for me. Just get out alive."

"Don't cry"

"It's a flesh wound"

"It's perfectly safe"

"I don't regret anything."

[pirxshki]

“Pft then are trying to fart?” Israfel huffed out. Why else would he be hunched over? She flatly stared at the back of his head before leaning over his, placing a hand on each side of his shoulders placing her weight on him,”Then straighten up.”

She wanted to see it, “If you have nothing to hide you should be able to sit normally.” she motioned her hand into giving his shoulder a massage, though, trying to butter up to him.

[iimpxrfect]

“No, I’m not. I think I can sit however I want, can’t I?” He could admit that the way he was sitting was far from comfortable, but he wasn’t finished yet. 

“Now what in the world has you so curious? I’m not doing anything.” Hayden leaned back, pausing before looking back at her. His arms were still covering something, a few papers perhaps. “I thought I was sitting perfectly fine.” He knew that was a giant lie, but perhaps his apparent avoidance of letting her see what he had under his arms would keep her going.

[pirxshki]

She was hoping to catch a glimpse of what he was doing when he turned his head up to glance, but then quickly frowned, with a soft huff as he retreated to his earlier state, “But-”

Israfel stumbled slightly, “You’re hunched over. So, you must be hiding something from me?” she could hear the slight happy tone in his voice. No way was she giving up, though, he was trying to keep it a secret, whatever it was, “what is it?” she tried peeking over his shoulder again.

[iimpxrfect]

“Hmm...” He hummed, still looking down at whatever he insists he’s not hiding. “But what?”

“Just because I’m hunched over doesn’t mean I’m hiding anything from you, Israfel.” He shifted a little, seeming to scoot up closer. This position was very uncomfortable for him, his back becoming stiff from slouching. “I’m an open book.”

[iimpxrfect]

|| Continued from xxx || @pirxshki

Hayden hummed, nodding slowly. He seemed to be focused on whatever he was hiding from her, his eyes not leaving it. It was as if he tried to look natural, but the way his body was positioned made it obvious. When she spoke, however, he turned his head slightly to glance at her, but quickly looked away. His body shifted as she did, preventing even the smallest glimpse of what he hid.

“Well, I can assure you, I’m not doing anything.” He was glad that he wasn’t facing her. He couldn’t hide the tiny smile that he hoped wasn’t audible when he spoke.

[iimpxrfect]

"What are you doing?" the ginger tilted her head to the side, curiosity evident in her expression.

“Oh, nothing.” He sat where he was blocking her view of what he was doing, his back facing her. It seemed purposeful, and he was obvious if he was trying to hide something. “Why do you ask?”

[escapador]

Sleeping pattern: ??¿?¿??¿¿¿?¿

[tragedysins]

good grief // bastille

[piistols-blog]

@iimpxrfect liked x for a starter

“I know I shouldn’t ask,” Drew’s tone is uncommonly gentle, soft even. “But, Hay, I just want to know what exactly happened to you while he had you up there.” The words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could really phrase them how he wanted. The young man looks at Hayden for a moment before looking back towards the fire in front of them, realizing just how insensitive that question could seem to the other. “I mean you don’t have to answer, trust me I understand if you don’t want to, but I just…I need to know exactly what’s going on.”

He pulls his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them to keep them hugged to his chest while his chin rest on the top of his kneecaps. “If you do tell me though, I can tell you what happened to me too.”

[iimpxrfect]

The warmth from the fire felt nice against his skin, and he poked at it with a stick to make sure the flames spread to the wood he had just added. Despite the warmth, however, he felt cold wash through him as he thought of him. Drew’s words had welcomed back memories that made his skin crawl. He kept his eyes on the fire, but he had stopped poking at it. He stared at the flames, gathering himself and focusing on the warmth emitting from the fire in front of him. He discarded the stick, leaving it by his side as he stood, stretching out his legs since he had previously been kneeling. He sat down, this time making himself comfortable. He didn’t know where to start, and he definitely didn’t like speaking about him and the events that had occurred before he was thrown down here. He took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair.

“I...” He hesitated. “I don’t particularly like talking about it, but...” He kept his gaze on the fire as the flames flickered in the slight breeze, trying to gather his thoughts. “... But, I suppose I should. I know I shouldn’t keep it to myself. It won’t help anyone if I keep avoiding it.” He shifted, turning to actually look at Drew rather than the fire. There was a brief moment of silence before he started speaking, and it fell heavy on Hayden’s shoulders. He let his gaze drift to the ground, opening his mouth to speak.

“... A lot of things happened up there. That’s an understatement, but still. It’s... A lot to think about, so bear with me here.” He paused. “... I was like a lab rat. The sick part is that I wasn’t the only one, but I was a part of  the lucky ones who didn’t suffer from long term effects... or worse... of tests.” He swallowed hard, pushing thoughts out of his head. He didn’t need to spend time thinking about the unfortunate deaths- or, as he had called it, failures- that had occurred while he was there. “That asshole. We were just experiments of his. Just fucking numbers.” His voice shook a little, his hands visibly trembling even as he tried tucking them away. He was slightly slouched, his arms now crossed. He looked smaller. “... I was Experiment 0504.”

[foxmouth]

Neon Nights, 2016 | by Elsa Bleda

[iimpxrfect]

First Interaction Starters

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I've heard a lot about you"

"Welcome to _____ "

"Can I take your order?"

" _____, you're under arrest"

"Looks like we're room-mates"

"IT Support, how can I help you?"

"Do you know the bride or the groom?"

"Hi, I just moved in next-door"

"Excuse me, is this your dog?"

"Help, please! Somebody help me!"

"I guess I'm your new partner"

"Oh my god! Are you okay?"

[rain-tea-coffee]

[shortvideosandstuff]

[kwen-b]

[thefitally-deactivated20170430]

the pink nose kills me

[otpprompts]

Person A has a major headache and Person B is carrying A upstairs, occasionally pretending to drop them, only to immediately grab them again. B then says something stupidly romantic like “I’d never let you go” and then accidentally smacks A against the stair rails.

[renoirs]

Sorry, sarcasm falls out of my mouth, like stupidity falls out of yours.

Renoirs (via musingiisms)