the doctor is in

zing! i just got you with another one of my trademark 'complete lies'. vince // chief of diagnostic medicine

[princeorm]

Endless list of favorite characters:

—   "You have no idea how much you've wasted your life being afraid of the dead, because pretty soon, you're going to be one of them. Then, when I take you to my home in the dark, you'll realize how happy you should've been for your brief, little moment in the sun."

Patrick Wilson as Josh Lambert/Parker Crane INSIDIOUS: CHAPTER 2 (2013) dir. James Wan

[sadavang]

Rumor has it Ashton and Eric are in cahoots with you and are just pretending to be tortured cause you’re too nice to actually do that to anyone.

"You put forth a very interesting thought and you know what, maybe I'll leave this one up to the imagination. It's always good to have a little mystery to go along with the rest of my allure."

[justaprick]

@ashton-ryder & @viesanders CONFIRMED CRISIS ACTORS

[orcposts]

do not go gentle into that good night

[orcposts]

be a bit of a bitch about it

[justaprick]

Crushing this shit

[greelin]

“explain the character’s motivations and the reasoning behind his actions and who he is”

well

there we go

[bob-belcher]

[justaprick]

💬 + delores

"Who the fuck is Delores...?"

[justaprick]

💬 + ashton

"Was that the one that got crushed? He smelled like axe body spray. Felt like I walked into the YMCA locker room every time I passed him." Vince may have switched blood samples with the guy but other than that he didn't have much to say. "Would have made my life a lot easier if he died of 'carbo monoxide' as intended." Do you have any idea how stressed Vince was when he heard that guy was pulled out of his apartment before he could suffocate?

@ashton-ryder @skylerb

[justaprick]

💬 + the crew on that helicopter crash

Vince shrugs his shoulders, getting loud as he goes on the defensive. "What do you want me to say? I didn't love having to rip open that nurses' neck with my teeth but I didn't see another way out of there." She'd sucked at taking blood anyway--blew his veins like four fucking times. "I wasn't having a blast being a human Guina pig and I'm pretty sure they were gonna cut me open when we landed." Was it so ridiculous that he choose to save his own skin?

[contigencyplan]

@justaprick songs for rosie & vince final day what if I'd been born / fifty years before you in a house on a street where you lived? maybe I'd be outside when you passed on your bike / would I know? that I am the luckiest.

[justaprick]

💬Ember

Face 5/10 Body 7/10 Voice 2/10

@emberwexley

[justaprick]

;* (it wasn't skyler)

[spinalfluiddarling]

if I ever pass away do NOT unfollow me. I will be back

[skylerb]

@violinsxsong

[contigencyplan]

@justaprick

Rosie was faintly aware she was dreaming. Not enough to wake up, but not enough to fully control where was either. How long had she been asleep? The diner closed early to due short rations at the moment. She'd taken a bath and read a while . . . she must have fallen asleep while reading. The room was instantly recognizable. Lately she'd been avoiding Vince's room altogether unlike January where it was the only place she could be found. Grief ebbed and flowed, changing her desire to see the last glass he touched on the nightstand or razor and toothbrush left on the sink. Lately she couldn't stand being on this floor of the Wexley, which was how Rosie knew she was dreaming.

There was sunshine streaming through the window. She couldn't tell if her dream was keeping up with the weather or not; the light was a yellowish white, very bright, and Rosie couldn't see anything out the window with such luminescence. "Hi," she finally acknowledged the man in the room in a quiet voice, looking over her shoulder towards the bookshelf. She could never decide if she hated these dreams. Sometimes he talked and other times he didn't. She didn't know if these dreams were her subconscious or heavenly visits. Seeing him was painful, but waking up to reality was worse. "I haven't moved anything, I promise. It's just like you left it." Everyone knew not to enter without Rosie. As many of the rooms in the building had become - it was a museum to its occupant. Her love letter.

[justaprick]

Vince offered a lazy smirk as he leaned against the wooden bookshelf that had occupied the room long before him. "Just a bunch of stuff," He shrugged off her concern, "--not even my stuff. My stuff was much better." Vince did what he always did during these short encounters; try to hear that beautiful laugh before it ended. "I had a very impressive watch collection. Rolex, Breguet, Hubolt." He stood up from the shelf and moved towards her, taking her hand into his own to quickly pull her into a spin that landed her in his arms. "And I didn't even make any of those words up to try and impress you."

Not that he'd ever had to do such a thing to impress a woman. Still.. he didn't want to impress Rosie.. he wanted.. fuck.. he wanted to woo her. She felt so departed from his everyday life so maybe it made sense that being around her made him feel different too. Not entirely, mind you. He would be the first to tell you he was still a grade A Asshole. He had killed quite a few people, afterall.

He placed a kiss atop her head before allowing her enough room from his grasp to decide if she wanted to pull free of it. "How's the diner?" Not that he missed the stale doughnuts and slightly burnt coffee.

[rhianwells]

"Safe is always relative." Even crossing a street used to be dangerous when the world was still normal, so maybe they were never safe. It just hit them harder this time, when something as safe as their own home had turned into a dangerous place. Well, Vince hadn't lived there before the outbreak, but it was his home now whether he liked it or not. And he couldn't even sleep in his own apartment tonight. "But I agree, it's much worse now."

Ria arched a brow at his decision. It didn't sound like the best idea but who'd listen to her? Everyone always knew better! "It's freezing cold outside, remember. So if you wake up with a cold tomorrow..." She smiled, expecting what his answer could probably be. He was a doctor, he would know how to deal with a common cold, wouldn't he?

"Oh no, fortunately. He's still alive and well," she replied with a chuckle. "The zombie lady won't get my hubby. We ran into each other and he was worried but otherwise okay. I couldn't sleep that night, but once I managed to fall asleep I slept for, like... 10 hours or something." Ria's mood dampened for a moment when she remembered that night, but she tried to cheer up and not let it show that much. "How about you? No nightmares with old zombified ladies?"

[justaprick]

He couldn't help the bitter laugh at her comment. God, if only she knew. "A cold would be the least of my problems right now.." Vince muttered anxiously, more to himself than her as he felt his fingers tightening around the glass in his hand. He wanted to throw it, to break something, to have control. He knew it would make him feel better as it always did.

But the feeling never lasted. What was the point?

Vince almost answered her probing questions with a lie but decided against it. He was warming up to Ria. He could be civil. "No. None about her, anyway." She wasn't the first he'd encountered and despite the fact he and Ria could've both died, the whole thing had been fucking comical. A rabid grandma being baited out of a window? Felt like the set up for a bad joke.

"Before I came to the Wexley I saw a lot worse out there." The hospital, the helicopter crash. Now those were nightmare fuel. "It's not always the zombies you have to worry about.."

[emberwexley]

"What are you even talking about? Do you like talk to anyone? Zach and Ashton are splitting the volunteers up into teams for the big run so we can target like... specific places or whatever. We're not just sending people out willy nilly." Scoffing at him and ridiculousness, she rolled her eyes at him dismissively. "I think you're getting a hint of dementia there, Old Man. Better be careful, there aren't any nursing homes in the apocalypse."

[justaprick]

He looked past Ember to another face in the busy room, making eye contact and giving a wave and fake smile as if he wasn't thinking about smashing the nearest glass and slitting his own throat. She was still talking but the words didn't mean anything anymore. He mouthed something to the other resident behind her and began pushing past her in a clear indication that he was done with their conversation. If you could even call it that. His hand patted Ember's shoulder as he passed her. "Just uh, write me a note sweetheart. I'll read it later."

[contigencyplan]

Rosie looked around at the diner he grandiosely gestured to. "Yes." She answered without needing to ponder. It was her aunt's dream at the start, but it became Rosie's as they saved the money and worked towards a dream together. "A place to call my own. And to help people." Her eyes flickered over the décor and worn in booths, as much a home as her suite upstairs. "Yes, I've always wanted that." With so much uncertainty since the outbreak it was nice to be reminded of the strongholds within her. The years it took to put together a restaurant, the relocation after she passed, but always a steadfast dedication and honor to one's dream. She'd forgotten how much she'd overcome to be here before the virus.

Her eyes slipped closed reflexively when he tucked a stranded curl behind her ear. Rosie exhaled through her nose, unsure if saving was the right word for what she tried to do. In the end, Rosie hadn't saved her friend the way she wished.

"I wasn't trying to be brave." She said quietly. The closeness earned a hushed tone, but she would have said it in its detached whisper all the same. His hands brushed over her skin and she imagine behind closed eyes the faint imprint of gold dust trailing in their wake; her arms would be covered in evidence.

"I don't know how long . . . " she could be brave. Willingly forever, to protect Charlie and everyone else knew and care for in the building. But she was only human. She was only a human in a city where their numbers were dwindling. She allowed the sentence to conclude itself in silence. Hoping to relieve the heaviness in her chest, her hands lifted to sweep her hair to one side, twisting it together without intent.

"Any scratches?"

[justaprick]

"I don't think there's anything I've always wanted," He admitted in a moment of reflection. It wasn't that he was a man without wants--probably the opposite, really. His desire was fleeting. From the moment his hands touched something his interest in it began to depreciate. Maybe it was just the thrill of the chase he was after. Oof, this was getting a little too insightful for his own good. "I guess I just lack imagination."

His therapist had said it was a product of absent parents during his childhood and how his mother had replaced any attempts at actually parenting with expensive gifts meant to keep him occupied while she spent time with future ex husband number six.

The air hung with a pregnant pause as Rosie's words faded before she could end her thought. She didn't need to. He understood. He just... didn't know what to do next. Anything he could offer her in this moment felt lacking. He could see the lines forming in her armor that would soon turn to cracks if left unchecked. As much as he wanted to feed her a line about being brave and beautiful and that men would die to keep her safe ( not him... not likely, but.. others, surely ) Vince looked inside himself for something more sincere.

"It doesn't matter why." He shrugged offer her denial of the compliment. "What matters is that you acted." A long breath escaped him as he pulled away to allow her to have her personal space. "In a room full of people, you acted." Call it adrenaline, instinct. A plain ol' will to survive. She had it--and that was going to matter in the days that came.

"Looks right as rain to me." He offered in reassurance. He gave her a halfhearted, crooked smile in an attempt to bring out her own. "So, do we get stickers now?"

[princeorm]

— "is that a threat?"