[intowalls]

❛❛    i’m  a  glorified  janitor ;   i  clean  up  after  sick  people.   i’m  nothing  there.   i  blend  into  the  walls.   i  don’t  know  why,  whoever  did  this  to  me,  picked  me,  but  they  did.    ❜❜

an  independent,  mutuals  only  roleplay  blog  for  david  radford  from  the  short  film  saw  0.5.   written  by  julia.

hello !   i'm  julia.   sweden.   28.   she  /  her  pronouns.

engage  only  if  you  are  18+.

NSFW  content  will  occur   (   not  necessarily  sexual  themes,  but  also  themes  of  violence  and  gore.   )

if  i  followed  you  back  i  did  it  for  a  reason  and  would  LOVE  to  roleplay  with  you !   i’m  private  and  will  therefore  only  roleplay  with  mutuals.

this  roleplay  blog  is  purely  a  hobby  of  mine  and  will  never  be  my  top  priority  considering  the  fact  that  i  also  work  full-time   -   which  means  that  i’m  not  always  that  fast  with  replies,  though,  feel  free  to  message  me  if  you  feel  like  i’ve  forgotten  about  a  thread,  or  if  you  just  wanna  chat  x

be  urself  and  have  fun  xx

ABOUT DAVID. 

name:  david  radford.

age:  26.

gender:  cis  male.

sexual  orientation:  bisexual,  leaning  heavily  towards  women.

profession:  hospital  orderly.

hair:  dark  brown.

eyes:  green.

height:  5’ 7.

vices:  cigarettes  (  dependent  )  and  stimulants  (  dependent.  )

mental:  bipolar  personality  disorder  (  undiagnosed  )  and  PTSD  (  post  jigsaw.  )

[killer-beans]

*removes headphones to make sure random ass noise was part of the song and not psychosis*

[bleedingspiral]

[✯]

[ilkcansoluk]

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[grote5querie]

"nobody  else  does  all'a  what?     this?"        she  rocks  against  his  lap,     moving  easy  with  the  rise  and  fall  of  bass  and  chord.     sinking  into  him  feels  almost  too  natural;    dangerous,    the  way  familiar  things  are.  violet  doesn't  lift  her  hips  the  way  she  would  for  just  anyone.     the  veil  is  gone.     the  careful,    measured  version  of  herself  has  dissolved  somewhere  between  one  song  and  the  next.     she  likes  watching  it  happen  to  him.    the  way  his  irises  go  dark  and  wide.     the  way  his  hands  can't  commit  to  anything,  hovering,     landing,     retreating.        what's  going  on  in  that  head  of  yours,     david?     she  wants  him  to  touch  her  -     not  just  to  do  it,    but  to  need  to.     to  not  be  able  to  help  it.     her  patience  holds,     thick  and  slow,     because  watching  him  open  like  this  is  its  own  kind  of  pleasure.     his  shoulders  drop,     the  static  hum  that  always  surrounds  him  softens  into  something  warmer,     something  she  wants  to  lean  into.     like  if  she  pressed  close  enough,     she  might  absorb  it  through  the  skin.    then  his  hand  finds  her  thigh  and  something  crawls  slow  up  her  spine;    warm,     wanting,     inconvenient.    it  makes  her  wish  it  were  his  mouth.     he's  talking  now.     blushing.     rolling  his  eyes  like  he's  annoyed  but  the  smile  gives  him  away,  tugging  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth,     pulling  one  out  of  her  in  return.     she's  still  moving,     still  rolling  against  him,     one  track  bleeding  into  the  next.     she'd  already  forgotten  what  playlist  she'd  put  on.        "y'know  i  love  hearin'  you  say  it."        she  smirks,     lifts  just  enough  to  make  him  feel  the  absence,     then  comes  back  down,     closer  this  time,     arching  in,     a  curtain  of  platinum  blonde  falling  around  them  like  a  private  room.       "tell  me.."        a  whisper,     only  his.        "tell  me  what  it  feels  like.."

[intowalls]

his other hand finds her opposite thigh. digits twitch restlessly against the warmth before daring to move farther. palms sliding upward, settling carefully on either side of her hips, and keeps them there as she moves. she lifts, and the absence draws a click of david's tongue. another crooked smile breaking free when she sinks back down again, pressing, leaning closer, and suddenly every other sound feels impossibly far away ; muffled behind the cocoon of blonde strands and neon wrapped around them.

tell me what it feels like. violet whispers to him, and his gaze drops, following a loose thread of his hoodie before returning to her face once more. emits a quiet little laugh. ' . . . honestly ? ' he starts, ' like somebody turned the fuckin' volume down. like i can breathe again. ' subconsciously, hands tighten slightly against hips. each time she pulls away, he finds himself following the movement. fuck. word forms silently on his lips, continues to chase the contact before he's even aware of it.

' i was having a shit day before i walked in here. then you started bossing me around. somehow that helped ─ don't let it go to your head, though. '

[childactress]

has he ever known her to be anything but blazingly alive? (knocked out cold, sure, fetal on a bathroom floor that doesn't belong to either of them, but his handprints are all over that crime scene too. takes two to narcan!) she's not victim-blaming, but come on. ❝ a reaction? try a sign of life! fuckin' unbelievable. ❞ she scoffs, flashes her tired eyes out her window like there's a camera there to catch her incredulity. are you guys seeing this shit? he started it! ❝ you do this shit, you don't want me when i'm here and then you want me when i'm gone, and i'm the crazy bitch for having anything to say about it. who the fuck do you think i am? you think i'm every bitch you've ever met? fuck no. wake up. ❞

[intowalls]

he sighs. audibly. melodramatically. pale fingers tightening around the steering wheel, trying to keep the annoyance at bay. ' sure. whatever. ' silence. bites the inside of his cheek. he can't keep quiet. ' you disappear for, like, a week, ' david snaps, ' no calls. no answer. nobody knows where the fuck you are ─ then you show up at four in the morning wanting to smoke half my pack and tell me some guy with a face tattoo stole your underwear. but i guess i'm the asshole because i don't throw a parade every time you walk back into my life. 'cause that's perfectly reasonable. '

mara isn't like every bitch he's ever met. mara's the girl bleeding from scraped knees and laughing about it. she's the girl asleep against his shoulder in emergency room waiting areas. the girl he's dragged off floors, and the girl who's dragged him off floors. the girl whose fucking number he could dial blind.

whatever. another bitter huff of air slips past his lips. ' you're the only one who's ever tried jumpin' out of my car. i can tell you that much. '

[bleedingspiral]

[childactress]

thought so. she wrangles in a spiteful breath and settles back in her seat a little. not completely, and not at ease (though, historically speaking, she's right where she belongs. david's passenger seat, its ripped fabric that scratches itself into her legs, its perpetual stink of smoke and staleness, fits like a fingerless glove. mara's love burns red hot under the heavy touch of life or death, shiny like a blood diamond and just as dripping-wet).

"come on, david," she pleads again, "i just want you to take me serious! i'm not asking for a fucking ring!" unless...?

[intowalls]

a short laugh, sounds more like an airy scoff when it leaves him. even more like being punched in the lungs than anything actually funny right now. david surrenders, however, reaching over to finally yank the volume down a bit. ' mara, you just fuckin' threatened to jump out of my car going, what, sixty ? that's your pitch ? '

' nah, you just want . . . i don't even know. a reaction. you always want a reaction. and yeah, congrats, you got one. ' a glance thrown her direction once more, ' happy ? '

[intowalls]

continued from x

refuses to look at her. cranking the angry industrial track louder, instead ! nine inch nails rattling the bass like the band personally tries to shake mara out of existence. ' yeah ? '

david snaps over the noise, a brief glance toward the young woman beside him before he looks back through the windshield and to the road. ' then jump. ' leaves him sharp, leaves him immediate. he regrets it just as quick. eyes snap to mara again, her hand on the handle, before he suddenly shoots his hand out to slam the lock down on her side. ' jesus, you're so fuckin' dramatic ─ psycho. '

@childactress

[saw2004directorscut]

Saw II (Original Score) - Charlie Clouser & Various artists

[intowalls]

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[m0tel]

' believe me, if that's what i had to look forward to, i'd have cut out of this joint way sooner than this. ' at present, the snacks sound more appealing than the groupies. which is more jarring ? the metallic squeal of the door or the blinding light of the sun ? dean squints his return to clarity, scanning the endless rows of non-distinct sedans and suvs for something interesting that would've caught his eye on the way in.

' you know what, ' oops. ' i didn't drive here. ' power of good medication. he forgot they dragged him in with the meat wagon, all flashing lights and theatrics and fun. hell of a bill for whoever's name he gave for health insurance, and now a hell of a time for his new bestie david. ' you're not busy, right ? ' he shouldn't be, dean's just cleared his schedule. ' wanna give me a ride ? '

[intowalls]

now he can finally have a cigarette, safely kept within the pockets of his scrubs. david lets the other go just enough to lean against the wall beside the exit. he needed it more than david did. ' yeah. i kinda gathered that. ' eyes squint over the parking lot with him. he takes the creased package out of his pocket, followed by the small lighter ─ pulls out a cigarette, sticks it betwixt lips and sets it ablaze.

you're not busy, right ? the orderly huffs out a dry laugh, smoke spilling with it. busy. well, what david should do is march his ass back inside, leave the guy baking in the sun until someone with more authority and less to lose dragged him back to bed. that's what a normal person would do.

instead, he pictures the rest of his shift. it was a fucking prison sentence ; changing sick-stained sheets and emptying piss. dodging the nurses eyes. maybe stealing some more pills if he got the nerve. maybe not. maybe just hiding in the locker room feeling his bones itch. or he could just leave. right now. he looks at the other, face pale beneath freckles. mouth tight with pain. he looks like hell. and still he tries to walk off, anyway. what an idiot.

' where d'you live ? ' david suddenly hears himself say, words surprising himself as much as it probably did the other. ' look, i'm not your chauffeur, i'm just . . . ' a shrug. bored ? miserable ? looking for an excuse ? ' i'm headed that way, anyway. ' he takes another drag, pointing toward the employee lot.

[intowalls]

i miss davey

[intowalls]

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[intowalls]

@grote5querie said: ' are you gonna be good for me ? ' / from violet hehe

grunge hums low from the speakers ; all sludge and feedback and david can't even tell what song it is anymore. not that it matters. because his wrists are pulled tight behind his back. it's his own damn fault for snooping, really ─ beer in hand and a dizzy brain, wandering around her living room like it was his own. and what he'd found was a black rope. just as rough as it looks. he'd shown her his catch with a mocking grin, too wide by his own admission - had just laughed as violet cinched it tighter ; a short, breathy huff of a sound that almost surprised even him. ' it's fine. ' he'd say when the other asked if the pressure was okay. but it was better than fine, though that he kept to himself.

shoulders pulled back as he leans into the couch cushions. the fabric soft against strained wrists. he feels every movement violet makes right beside him ; the heat of her thigh and the shift as she reaches for her beer on the coffee table. his own can sitting there untouched. sweating. and his own cigarette once betwixt fingers gone as well. after a sip, the other leans back to light one of her own. the click of the lighter was almost mocking ─ knowing damn well he can't do a thing to quench his need for those sweet toxins. no, he's stuck like this. and she looks right at him.

' fuck. ' comes muttering, ' that's just evil. ' another laugh slips under his breath at that, feeling the way his wrists ache. prompting heat to creep up his neck. flushing his face. fucking stupid.

are you gonna be good for me ? woman asks, amusement flickering behind her sooty rims. david responds with a snort, greens lingering on the cigarette pressed to her lips. breaks it off with a shake of his head. ' dunno. don't really feel like it. ' smoke curls out of her nose now, and it makes him twitch. involuntarily. it was petty. needy. he absolutely hates how his wants rearrange when he's like this. violet doesn't rush, however. and david lets that scene play out in front of him. ' if i . . . ' man hesitates, a tilt of his head as lips curl slightly on his mouth. the faintest of smiles provided. he tests the rope with a small, pointless movement. still stuck. ' if i try to be good ─ can i have a drag of that cigarette ? '

[intowalls]

@1stdaughter said: ' why are you such a pessimist ? '

a snort escapes him, leaning his frame back against the chair as he runs bony fingers through his dark tufts. because it's like asking why the sky is gray, isn't it ? david taps fingers against the edge of the table. nails bitten way too short. ' nah. just a realist, ash. ' quick smile flashes before letting his hand drift back toward his caramel frappe, twigs curling around the icy plastic. and his gaze slips away for just a second ─ draping over her perfectly put-together hair, expensive clothes, the entire being of her. someone who's the complete polar opposite of himself. and then he comes back.

' what can i say ? the world sucks. people suck. i fuckin' suck. i mean, ' he scoffs, ' you don't really get disappointed if you keep expecting the worst, right ? ' a self-mocking smile, crooked and overplayed, pulls at his lips. fingers tightening around cup as he leans forward, mouth closing around the straw, burying that smile and takes a sip ; remaining in that same position as he speaks again. ' also, someone has to balance out all your optimism. or you'd just float away. '

[princeorm]

Saw 0.5 (Short, 2003) dir. James Wan