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For some reason Jack was rubbing Kim the wrong way and she got a little more irritated at each of his sentences. “Well Monday isn’t far off. Maybe you should take a class in mechanics..” She trailed off.

“High school dropout--haven’t had classes in over eight years; don’t intend on changing that,” Jack said with a small smile, almost feeling the tension pricking at his skin. “You got any idea how to fix, uh... whatever’s broken?”

#c:kim

“Yeah, well, someone has to, right?” Carlen asked with a shrug. “That would explain why we haven’t really met then. I haven’t really been in either place all that often.” They nodded at the brunette. “Yeah, not always the greatest place to be but it’s always worth it when I make a kid feel a little better.”

“So are you a therapist, then? I’d say tutor ‘cause you look really young, but... Tutors aren’t in the right kinda career for making kids feel much better.”

#c:carlen

Carlen smiled as the male mentioned making a pun. “That would be an absolutely brilliant pun.” They exclaimed, wondering if they could use the pun some time.

“Eh, I mean, I’ve been here a while. Five months at most. I’ve mostly been over in medical though. They just sorta brought me over here cause staffing is tight and whatnot. What about you?”

“Glad to hear someone likes it, then,” Jack beamed, his eyes squinting into the distance as he raked through the past months. “Somethin’ like... s’a little over a year. I stick around the library and cafeteria--kind of glad, honestly. Medical’s not the.... most fun place in the world. Nothin’ about this place screams fun, but food beats IVs.”

#c:carlen #ash i love u

Kim felt him move as soon as she touched him and she gave him a weird look, not meaning to. “Okay.” She removed her hand. “It would be nice but this place is a little small to have that kind of service.” She said handing him a red fleece blanket.

Muttering a barely audible phrase of thanks, Jack wrapped the blanket around himself like a lifeline, shrugging. “S’a pretty quiet and small place, sure, but I dunno... Just itchin’ to get my shit fixed, I guess. Would do it if I could, honestly.”

#c:kim #this is so so so late #im so sorry

“I mean, it could be worse, right? The car could’ve rolled off a cliff or something…?” Carlen replied with a shrug before smiling. “No problem, it’s nice to meet you too!”

“Could’ve been like that, yeah,” Jack laughed, shaking his head. “Could make an ‘Idaho Falls’ pun or somethin’ like that.”

“So you work here long? Haven’t seen you around much, I don’t think.”

#c:carlen

“Bother me at any time, if I’m busy I’ll just tell you to fuck off, you know that. C’mon, you look frozen solid. Take my jacket?”

“I’ve had worse, and I don’t wanna get you sick with whatever that shitty virus is that’s going around, Mathis. Plus, I mean....s’not far from here to work. Care to gimme a ride?”

#c:audrey

So everyone in here can ‘do no harm’?? That’s a load of bullshit. People are talking, apparently there’s a kid who’s a murderer. Inside Serenity. Still innocent, huh? I’m not trying to be some sort of hero, i’m just trying to prove that I’m not a villain either.

“Innocence in here doesn’t mean the same thing as other places--innocent of a crime versus innocent in what you’ve done. Every single person on the planet can do harm, you just have to pick your battles right, Marshall--some people would consider you and I murderers, you know that, right? ‘Cause nobody makes either of us out to be villains ‘til we go around punching kids in the the neck ‘cause we’re having a nightmare.”

#c:jacob #murder mention tw #tw: murder mention

You would’ve done the same thing– do you think everyone in here is innocent?? You have no idea…. I do, what I need to do. That doesn’t mean I like it, but it’s what has to happen.

“No, I know they aren’t when it comes to outside, but in the case of what they do in here, every patient walks in innocent. Might not stay that way for long, but clean slates are for starters. --Marshall, building a hero complex isn’t an excuse. Never has been, never will be.”

#c:jacob #his voice is way diffeent than imagined

I didn’t wait long enough to find out. You weren’t there, you didn’t see what happened. He was on top of me, his hands were on me, and I did what I needed to do. That’s meddling. And every time you ‘do your job’ I get fucked over, so enough.

“I did what I needed to do isn’t a fact, Marshall--it’s vague, and it doesn’t work. Every time I do my job, you get in trouble. Wanna know why? ‘Cause you get into fights, you break the rules, you do shit you’re not supposed to and you cause chaos. That’s why you get fucked over, not ‘cause of my job. You know what it entails, Marshall.”

#c:jacob #why u look so evil jake #u good

And? That’s like saying you ‘can’t hit a girl because she’s a girl’. If a chick is comingat me with a knife I don’t care what’s in her pants, or anyone else’s. Then why don’t you go on and work with that, rather than meddling in other people’s lives.

“Did Malcolm come at you with a knife, Marshall? What’s your side in this whole thing? --This time, it wasn’t meddling; you know that. I’m donig my job, and the other times, I was trying to...figure out what was goin’ on with a friend.”

#c:jacob #so i couldnt wait #sue me

What was I supposed to do??! He was coming at me. And if you would just mind your own business, well, that other bit would be instantly solved as well.

“Marshall, you’re twice his size--right now, I dunno if you’d punch a baby if it was flying at you. S’not your fault, but you gotta calm down for a bit. As for minding my own business... Yeah. I fucked up, and that’s my fault. Dunno how to fix it, either.”

#c:jacob

“Emerson, you should have phoned me you complete numpty. I know a good mechanic, he’s a friend of mine, he should know a decent tow company. Look, your car isn’t going anywhere. Come back to mine, warm up, and I’ll phone him?”

“I just kinda figured... I mean, maybe you’d’ve already been at work or something; didn’t wanna bother you on the clock. But... sounds like a good idea, yeah. Thanks, Audrey.”

#c:audrey #ignore cap <3

“Do you need a blanket or something?” She said putting her hand on his cold shoulder. “Are you a member of Triple A?”

Jack shifted uncomfortably under the hand, shrugging a moment after to maintain subtlety. “Blanket would be great, but nah, no Triple A. Just grumblin’ ‘til a tow place picks up the phone tomorrow--y’know, a 24/7 shop would be a pretty fantastic idea for Idaho Falls.”

#c:kim

“Damn, and this is one of the worst times for it to break down too, with all thi snow and all… But yeah, I guess it was time for one. Torres’ should be open right now! Tell them Carlen sent you!”

“Yeah, my car and I’ve always had pretty shitty timing, but--yeah, thanks, Carlen. S’really appreciated and..s’a pleasure to meet you.”

#c:carlen #far later than expected #option to reply <3

allaboutmalcolm

I’m Fine [Malcolm and Jack]

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Malcolm tensed, ready to probably doe something impulsive. Run, yell at him, insult the man… But then his demeanor changed and he seemed concerned. He tried to pull the collar of his shirt closer so he couldn’t see the bruises. “It’s nothing okay? I didn’t fall, it isn’t like I’m a moron you know…” He muttered back quietly but listened to the rest of what the man had to say. It was obvious that Jack had seen the bruises and suspected probably the worse… “It’s….. I… I’m fine now…” The boy muttered back. “And it wasn’t a fight or anything either.” That part wasn’t really a lie, but wasn’t really the truth either. Malcolm had tried to fight back, but Jacob was so much stronger than he was that it hadn’t been much of a fight at all. “Besides, I’m not going back to ISO because of some stupid jackass.” The boy hissed back and crossed his arms in a childish manor.

“I’m not gonna take lies, ki-man. I’ve heard too many of ‘em to believe ‘em anymore, and they’re not too hard to spot nowadays. First off, you gotta go see a nurse, make sure nothin’s too damaged,” Jack muttered, squinting at his neck from the distance in the hope he’d see something indicative of, well, anything. “Was a fight, or you got the shit beat outta you. Either way, someone’s gotta go to ISO, and if you didn’t start it, was defendin’ yourself and didn’t leave many marks on the other guy... we could dance around giving you ISO. I just wanna make sure whoever hit ya’s gonna have to deal with consequences. First they hit you, then they hit everyone else.”