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Here. From this post (the link isn’t working on my blog, go figure).
Everyone kept asking where the audio was from, but it’s really just the original song by Marina and the Diamonds pitched down in audacity.
Here is the full song for your enjoyment.
M!A Silence is golden
Silence is Golden: Muse is deaf. Lasts 12 hours.
"NONONONONO!!!" He cried out, realizing that he couldn’t hear anything. He just got his sight back, and now he was deaf! "Why!" He screamed, sobbing hard, though he couldn’t hear it. He brought his hands up to his ears, praying he was wrong, but there was no deniying the truth, He indeed couldn’t hear. The only sound now that echo’d through his head, was that of his own thoughts.
k-k-kirschtein:
Marco follows him to their room, sitting on his bed while Jean rumages through the drawer. He smiled when he noticed what he was getting, gladly taking the note when it’s handed to him.
"Yes! Much better." He giggled, already feeling his spirits lighten. "At least we can communicate now."
He finds himself beaming at the laughter elicited from the other. Jean finds a spot next to Marco, shoulder grazing the freckled teen’s own. "Good to hear that laugh again,” he finds himself writing. He pauses, hastily going on to write, “Anyway. Are you as beat from training this week as I am right now? I’m fucking sore everywhere,” he stops writing and tilts the paper towards Marco, face scrunching tiredly.
Marco beamed at him, estatic that he could talk with him again. "It feels good to laugh." He paused, watching Jean write, then smiled again, patting his shoulder lightly. "Me too. I’m getting better, but still sore."
The brunet leans into the other with a dramatic sigh, albeit with a smile. Pen scratches paper, reading:
“Fuck us right? It only gets worse from here. Well, ‘til we graduate that is…
When we get into the MP, all of this will be worth it.”
Marco nodded as he read the paper. “It’ll come before we know it, I’m sure.” He giggled. “We only have about a year left right? I’m positive that’ll go by pretty quick.”
Jean lets out a laugh, scribbling words on the page that read:
"Damn it better! I'm sick of this pig shit. And Yeager's idiotic rants about the outside world. Kind of makes me wanna puke at the stupidity. What dumbass would pick to die out there than to live within the inner walls?" He pauses, eyebrows knitting in frustration of sorts, before continuing writing. "And speaking of which.. A while back, you said you wanted to join the MP to serve the King, right? Why is that?"
WRITE ME A LETTER (anonymous or not)
[original ask meme] Dear Freckles,
I want you. You have a nice Boodty.
You make me feel like a better person than I am.
You should ditch the sweats and go with a stiff jean.
Someday I will show you what I mean. You + me = something special. If I saw you now I’d kiss every damn freckle on your face. I want to see you.
I would build a healthy relationship with Jaeger just for you.
If I could sing you any song it would be Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy.
We could have some fun under the stars. (If you know what I mean) Love,
Jean
(P.S. I booked an early flight home. See you tonight at 12, roomie.)
Marco giggled, looking down at the text, before sending one back.
~That was hella smooth Jean! Can’t wait to see you! I’ll be waiting! Have a safe flight <3 ~
Jean's lips curve up in a smile at the reply. He could almost imagine the cheery smile the other had on his face right now.
》Haha, you think so? ;) Sorry man, can't hold back the Kirschtein charm!
》 And... heh. You too, feel like its been a while since I've seen that handsome goofy face of yours! Thanks, let ya know if anything changes. Just got inside the terminal now.
WRITE ME A LETTER (anonymous or not)
[original ask meme] Dear Freckles,
I want you. You have a nice Boodty.
You make me feel like a better person than I am.
You should ditch the sweats and go with a stiff jean.
Someday I will show you what I mean. You + me = something special. If I saw you now I’d kiss every damn freckle on your face. I want to see you.
I would build a healthy relationship with Jaeger just for you.
If I could sing you any song it would be Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy.
We could have some fun under the stars. (If you know what I mean) Love,
Jean
(P.S. I booked an early flight home. See you tonight at 12, roomie.)
M!A Silence is golden
Silence is Golden: Muse is deaf. Lasts 12 hours.
"NONONONONO!!!" He cried out, realizing that he couldn’t hear anything. He just got his sight back, and now he was deaf! "Why!" He screamed, sobbing hard, though he couldn’t hear it. He brought his hands up to his ears, praying he was wrong, but there was no deniying the truth, He indeed couldn’t hear. The only sound now that echo’d through his head, was that of his own thoughts.
k-k-kirschtein:
Marco follows him to their room, sitting on his bed while Jean rumages through the drawer. He smiled when he noticed what he was getting, gladly taking the note when it’s handed to him.
"Yes! Much better." He giggled, already feeling his spirits lighten. "At least we can communicate now."
He finds himself beaming at the laughter elicited from the other. Jean finds a spot next to Marco, shoulder grazing the freckled teen’s own. "Good to hear that laugh again,” he finds himself writing. He pauses, hastily going on to write, “Anyway. Are you as beat from training this week as I am right now? I’m fucking sore everywhere,” he stops writing and tilts the paper towards Marco, face scrunching tiredly.
Marco beamed at him, estatic that he could talk with him again. "It feels good to laugh." He paused, watching Jean write, then smiled again, patting his shoulder lightly. "Me too. I’m getting better, but still sore."
The brunet leans into the other with a dramatic sigh, albeit with a smile. Pen scratches paper, reading:
“Fuck us right? It only gets worse from here. Well, ‘til we graduate that is…
When we get into the MP, all of this will be worth it.”
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[Damn, it's been a while. Um. Hey. So idk if anyone remembers me at all but I was thinking about this blog recently and I really owe an apology to everyone I was roleplaying with. I kind of just dropped everything and disappeared with hardly a word, and it was a real jerk move on my part. So here's some real honesty from me: I guess with some personal stuff, I kind of just lost Jean's voice and my motivation to rp along with it. (I recently found it again, with some experimentation) I'm fairly sure that most, if not all of my threads, ended on my note and if you would still be interested in continuing any of our old threads(or if i owe you a starter/we were plotting), just message it and I will see to it that I get a reply back to you! Sorry again-- I am a frustrating human being but I'd really like to make it up to you guys haha :')]
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[Thought I should probably announce a temporary hiatus for now. Sorry if we have a thread running right now -- I'll maybe be writing a reply here or there, but I really can't promise anything right now :( Sorry.]
Everyone needs to stop apologizing for their blog.
Take ‘too long’ with replies? (What is that? You post when your muse is good and ready, and your stress levels down.)
'Spam' the dash with your posts’?
Gasp!!! You post longer threads and drabbles, and someone whines they don’t like ‘scrolling past it’?
You post plenty of imagery and text that applies to your muse?
You state on your front page you are a NSFW blog that has triggers as well and people still cry that they can see your posts that are tagged as such. (Hypocrites, you can block that easily, you DO want to see it, just not what CERTAIN muses post.)
You like a certain ship, and half your followers decide they don’t— so they use passive agressive anons to make you flag it or stop it?
You don’t want to play with every single muse that comes to you?
This is YOUR blog, and if someone has an issue with it..they can either un-follow, blacklist, or mute your posts. Come on. You can’t expect respect unless you demand it. If you post all your rp’s at once…SO WHAT. If you rp in asks mostly, SO WHAT. If you post masses of images and quotes pertaining to your muse? SO what.
If someone doesn’t like it, they can put themselves out their own misery and UNFOLLOW. Stop being sorry for what makes you happy, and how you construct and conduct your blogspace.
NO one is obligated to please everyone. That’s called quality control.
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[/screams. Thank you guys ugh so much. How are you guys so sweet and helpful -- my night has been made, really. I am so, so grateful for the responses I've gotten so far.
I definitely have much practising to do, and a whole lot of keeping my perspective in the right place -- but in the mean time, I'll have to catch you all on the flip side :') Back to cramming for now! Thank you guys. So. Much. hnnn]
Characterization.
Okay, lately I’ve seen a lot of roleplayers on Tumblr who’ve said or mentioned that they don’t know what they’re doing with their character (jokingly or not), or that they’re new at roleplaying and don’t know where or how to start. So I took a bit out of my time to write this down, from my experience and point of view of course.
Take it as a guide, maybe. But they’re not rules set in stone. You’re always free to roleplay however you wish, no one’s stopping you. These are just some guidelines and opinions I’ve set down for myself; maybe you’ll find these useful somehow.
So, here are some things to consider before starting. Let’s check out what our local dictionary says about the term “roleplaying”, shall we?
The acting out or performance of a particular role, either consciously (as a technique in psychotherapy or training) or unconsciously, in accordance with the perceived expectations of society with regard to a person’s behavior in a particular context.
Participation in a role-playing game.
Sounds interesting. Though it’s not exactly how we’d define it, the meaning of it is still there.
Ask yourself. Why are you roleplaying? Or, why do you want to roleplay? Now I know this might sound like an odd question to ask yourself about, but it’s important, and sad to say that a lot of roleplayers seem to forget about it. Of course you must have some sort of reason as to why you’d wanna roleplay, right?
Assuming that you’ve answered the question in your head by now, I’m guessing your answer would be something along the lines of, “Because I want to have fun”, am I right? If that’s so, then you’re absolutely right.
Roleplaying, like writing or acting, is meant to be a hobby; a leisure you indulge yourself in for fun. But unlike in cases of writing and acting where they can be considered jobs or occupations, roleplaying is never for you to gain materialistic profit from. It’s for enjoyment and self-satisfaction, and let’s not forget interaction and making friends with all kinds of people (and their characters). If you’re getting too stressed over something roleplay-related, then you know it’s time to put down the keyboard for a little while and take a chill pill.
So I happened to mention writing and acting as examples, didn’t I? Yes.Roleplaying is like writing and acting combined. When roleplaying, you take on a character’s role to act as, and play out that role via writing. In a way, roleplaying is like writing a story, except it has differences; roleplaying can be unpredictable; roleplaying only lets you act as/write about your characters and not your fellow roleplayers’ (Unless you have their permission); roleplaying requires you and your partners to have a mutual understanding for each other. Teamwork is important when it comes to roleplaying, as not only you but other roleplayers will be a part of your story. Cooperation and communication is a must for a good relationship with your partners.
In hindsight; you are now both author and actor, and the empty typing space is your stage, and your imagination is your script. There are countless possibilities for you to play out, but there will be limitations placed on you; mostly those by your own character.
With that in mind, remember that you can’t just heedlessly play out every scenario in mind if it goes completely against your character’s nature. Like, let’s say your character is a vampire that absolutely can’t stand sunlight; you can’t just make him meet up with a friend in broad daylight, now can you? Or if your character is a quiet introvert who’d rather spend time at home than go to a party with his friends; don’t just throw him into said party and make him dance and get him drunk and have him make out with said friends (jfc don’t even get me started), just because you want him to. If your character’s actions aren’t justified, then that would be an example of poor characterization.
Which brings me to another point. While roleplaying is for leisure, it’s not just there for you to run wild with your whimsical fantasies and guilty pleasures.Your characters are not there for you to toss around and play with like mindless toys, just because you “can”. While they are fictional, they’ve also got personalities, backgrounds, thoughts, morals, ideals, strengths and weaknesses, friends and enemies, dreams and fears… Just like a real being.
Treat your characters like how you’d treat an actual person. Respect them like you would respect an actual person. (And if you’re still stuck on the argument that “they’re just fictional”, then that just goes to show how much respect you have. Which would be none.) Imagine yourself to be in their shoes, not them in yours. Think carefully about what words they might say, what actions they might take, what emotions they might feel, and you just might be able to stick close to their natures as you possibly can with your portrayal. You just might make them come alive.
And no, don’t give me that argument about “there’s no right way to portray a character”, canon or not. That may or may not be true, I’ll leave that for everyone else to decide. But, wanna know what I think? I believe in the “best” way to portray a character. It may or may not be the “right” way, but it is what I believe would bring the character’s real nature to life, so that’s what I roll with.
Another question you can ask yourself, "Do I understand this character?" In terms of personality, background, mindset, etc. If you said ‘yes’ to that, then good for you! If not, but you’re still adamant about roleplaying as that character, then have no fear. Most definitely, you can learn more about your character in many ways, like researching about them or paying attention to the source media they’re from (assuming they’re canon characters). And of course, practice.
Seriously, just try to put a little more effort into your roleplaying, guys. It’s not that hard to look up stuff you’re not sure about, and there’s no harm in asking for help either. If you’re just gonna sit there winging it with your character, then I doubt you’ll get anywhere if you plan on getting any development.
Wanna improve? Take it a step at a time. Trial and error, and research. Try out a few helpful sites I know of;
http://fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment.tumblr.com/ — For character development help.
http://yeahwriters.tumblr.com/ — For writing help in general.
http://fullcircle.comicgenesis.com/characterdevelopment.htm — Another site for fleshing out characters.
Now, stop worrying about whether you’re good or not at roleplaying and justtry. You won’t get any better unless you try.
Be open to criticism. Don’t get butthurt over the slightest critic thrown at you. People are actually taking the time to tell you what they think about your writing, at least consider them. Even if they seem like nasty critics to you. Look at yourself for a moment and see what you’re doing to make them disagree. Don’t be prideful and say, “It’s my blog/character/story, I can do whatever I want”. You won’t improve if you keep it up with that attitude.
And don’t get your head stuck in the clouds if you receive praise for your work. Show people that you’re deserving of that praise, and don’t stop there just because you’ve received a few nice compliments. Think you’ve done well?Keep going.
OOC
[movingonwards: closed RP]
He blinks dumbly as the situation is explained to him, nothing making any more sense even the second time around. That couldn’t be right… there’s no way someone, let alone himself, could sleep through the destruction and hell that surely went on. And if he did, wouldn’t the others have been around to witness this? Connie would’ve given him hell, and he doubted that Marco would ditch him if he had been knocked unconscious back there.
“Right, uh,” he says abruptly, getting up to leave. “Thanks for everything.” If it was true that they had all graduated already, then that means they must have chosen their respective divisions. He hurriedly makes his way to the military police headquarters, knowing it would only be logical that Marco would be there. He remembered Marco’s long spiels about serving next to the king, a light in his eyes that Jean didn’t understand, but was undoubtedly genuine.
When he gets there, however, Jean is only met with unfamiliar faces and perplexed looks among the new recruits at the mention of Marco’s name.
“What the hell,” he mutters, kicking at loose stones as he leaves the grounds. He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, chewing his lip. His guess must have been wrong then. If anything, Eren, and undoubtedly a following Mikasa, would’ve gone to the Survey Corps. If he could bet on anyone to be there, it’d be them.
He propels himself in that direction determinedly, and soon, he reaches the front steps of the main building. It’s eerily quiet and there’s hardly a soul in sight, save for the figure of two soldiers walking by in the distance with their horses, hunched over and dejected. A critical gaze lingers on them for a moment before Jean realizes he might be able to find someone he knows wherever these soldiers were heading. He breaks into a brisk walk, the sound of gravel crunching underneath his boots exaggerated in the stillness of the air around him. Soon, stables appear in his view, but he loses sight of the soldiers.
He grumbles, pace slowing when he realizes he lost them. Just his damn luck. Jean curses loudly, settling on leaning against a wooden beam with a sigh, clenching his eyes shut. His thoughts were still running rampantly in his head trying to piece together how this could be, and the fact that he couldn’t make sense of it all was disconcerting.
Marco had been giving his attention to his horse for after the fight he was grateful for the animal. Even though he ran off a few times where he was about to be eaten by Titans. No big deal. He thought as he gave a pat on top of the horse’s head. That was when Connie came by to tell him that dinner was about to begin and if he wanted any of the food before Sasha gets to it all that he should hurry up. Marco nodded and smiled at the thought of Sasha eating all the food. Closing the gates he then took off after Connie.
Connie had left after telling Marco, and he followed him a few feet back. With Connie and Sasha around it made him temporarily forget about Jean for most of the time. He wanted to forget about Jean because he didn’t want to realize that Jean was not coming back. Perhaps to think of him being safe in the Military Police and they kept missing each other. There were thoughts like these that crossed his mind but for the most part Marco didn’t think about Jean. Not that he didn’t want to but if he thought about Jean for more than five seconds he was going to remember that he was dead.
He couldn’t afford to remember that Jean was dead. Yet every time that he stopped from what he was doing he would remember Jean. He would remember Jean then remember that he was dead so in a frenzy he would go to do something else. Keep his mind occupied and he would keep Jean away. Marco never realized that he was avoiding his grievance so he could move on, because for him this wasn’t something to grieve about. Jean was just gone. He’ll come back eventually. A voice would echo in his heart while his mind would tell him that he was wrong. Jean was dead.
As Marco walked towards the dining hall he turned to look at a noise that he had heard around the stables. He looked over to see a figure of Jean in the distance. His feet stopped for a moment as Connie didn’t notice as he had been sprinting over to the dining hall. Marco stopped to stare at Jean for a moment with his eyes softening and his body froze. He had went too far. He was remembering Jean and he was beginning to hallucinate him.
The brunet couldn’t look away as he looked just like Jean in every way and for a moment he felt that Jean was there again. But Jean was dead. He was there. Jean was dead. He clenched his fist and turned away from the man near the stables. Marco had to keep going forwards for he stopped he would always hallucinate Jean. Maybe this will pass. It was just some PTSD or something. Jean wasn’t real. Jean was dead.
Jean lets out an exasperated sigh, before opening his eyes to catch the sight of someone running towards one of the buildings and another staring at him in the distance. It takes a second, but his eyes widen with realization upon sighting a familiar face. Wasn’t that…. Marco?
Just as he’s about to lift an arm to wave at him, he sees the dark haired man turn away abruptly, heading the other direction. His expression falls into one of confusion at the other brunet’s actions.
“H-Hey, Marco, wait!” he yells, darting after him to catch up.
Jean’s shoulder jerks at the sudden contact, not expecting Marco to be able to touch him. This never happened in his dreams before.
His panic subsides when he sees the other man’s smile, feeling the confusion and shock melt away at that simple gesture, even if...
(Closed) With k-k-kirschtein
He continued holding him close, he seemed like such a wreck, had his death really taken that much of a toll on him? It apparently had as he leaned into the touch of his face, but usual Jean..
"Thanks" he gave a nervous laugh. He was a bit self conscious about the sacrifices he had to live with to come back.
Jean remains in his embrace, his raised hand trailing down to where the other's heart is. It beat like a steady drum, proof that Marco was truly alive, and he can't help but feel bewildered, the fact still a shocking revelation to him. A sense of relief and happiness overwhelms him, but as soon as it does, he remembers how the situation came to be. His hand jerks away suddenly, not letting himself get carried away.
"You said you made a deal with God, right?" he says, amber eyes meeting the other's gaze. "How does that work? How much time do you have?"
[movingonwards: closed RP]
He’s dreaming. He feels himself falling, falling, into unceasing blackness… and suddenly, there’s a muffled voice. A woman’s. What were they saying…?
He lets out a startled gasp upon being waken, head jerking upwards at the sudden shake. “H-Huh?” Jean turns his body to see a woman leaning over him, a concerned look on her face.
“Wha—-” he looks around in alarm to find unfamiliar surroundings, spotting rubble and a few dead bodies littered on the ground nearby. Images of Trost suddenly flood his mind; his comrades being eaten, the blood, the titans. “Where… Didn’t the titans just get in?”
He swallowed. An even better question would be… if everything ended up like this, how the hell is he still alive?
Jean begins to get up, brows furrowing as he recalls the situation. “This place isn’t safe. What are you doing here?”
“What? How long have you been sleeping?" The woman asked as she reached over to touch Jean’s shoulder’s gently. Trying to reassure him that the titans had gone and they have been gone for a while now. It was strange to believe that he had slept for that long, but at least he wasn’t eaten like the rest of the soldiers who were laid around.
“There is no more danger. The Titans left a few weeks ago. The hole is blocked and we’re just here to clean up the mess. So you should get back on your way to the-training camps? Boy you have been out for a while. Go to the medics then to the training camps." The woman said as she grabbed Jean’s forearm roughly to pull him along the rubble, and then towards two o the medics that had to bring with them. They were there just in case they did find someone that was close to death.
The medics had then taken over Jean as the woman went back to doing her duty of cleaning up the area with a few others. The medics on the other hand were making sure that Jean had been alright. One of them looked at the training symbol on his jacket and then at him.
“You’ve been out for weeks now. The trainees already graduated, and it’s not for another month until the next sign ups come along." One medic said to inform Jean on what was going on. It didn’t take them long to figure out that there was nothing wrong with Jean; just that he slept for a long time. Which was strange considering he didn’t have a huge lump on his head or showed any signs that he did. Maybe the boy just slept through everything.
Lucky bastard. They thought.
“Alright. Off with you now. Nothing wrong with you."
He blinks dumbly as the situation is explained to him, nothing making any more sense even the second time around. That couldn’t be right… there’s no way someone, let alone himself, could sleep through the destruction and hell that surely went on. And if he did, wouldn’t the others have been around to witness this? Connie would’ve given him hell, and he doubted that Marco would ditch him if he had been knocked unconscious back there.
“Right, uh,” he says abruptly, getting up to leave. “Thanks for everything.”
If it was true that they had all graduated already, then that means they must have chosen their respective divisions. He hurriedly makes his way to the military police headquarters, knowing it would only be logical that Marco would be there. He remembered Marco’s long spiels about serving next to the king, a light in his eyes that Jean didn’t understand, but was undoubtedly genuine.
When he gets there, however, Jean is only met with unfamiliar faces and perplexed looks among the new recruits at the mention of Marco’s name.
“What the hell,” he mutters, kicking at loose stones as he leaves the grounds. He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, chewing his lip. His guess must have been wrong then. If anything, Eren, and undoubtedly a following Mikasa, would've gone to the Survey Corps. If he could bet on anyone to be there, it’d be them.
He propels himself in that direction determinedly, and soon, he reaches the front steps of the main building. It’s eerily quiet and there’s hardly a soul in sight, save for the figure of two soldiers walking by in the distance with their horses, hunched over and dejected. A critical gaze lingers on them for a moment before Jean realizes he might be able to find someone he knows wherever these soldiers were heading. He breaks into a brisk walk, the sound of gravel crunching underneath his boots exaggerated in the stillness of the air around him. Soon, stables appear in his view, but he loses sight of the soldiers.
He grumbles, pace slowing when he realizes he lost them. Just his damn luck. Jean curses loudly, settling on leaning against a wooden beam with a sigh, clenching his eyes shut. His thoughts were still running rampantly in his head trying to piece together how this could be, and the fact that he couldn’t make sense of it all was disconcerting.
M!A Silence is golden
Silence is Golden: Muse is deaf. Lasts 12 hours.
"NONONONONO!!!" He cried out, realizing that he couldn’t hear anything. He just got his sight back, and now he was deaf! "Why!" He screamed, sobbing hard, though he couldn’t hear it. He brought his hands up to his ears, praying he was wrong, but there was no deniying the truth, He indeed couldn’t hear. The only sound now that echo’d through his head, was that of his own thoughts.
freckledbodtsoldier:
Jean almost jumps at the other teen’s questioning, making a strangled sound before focusing his gaze on his hand out of embarrassment, tracing the letters “r-o-o-m.” He looks up again, searching the other’s face for understanding. Feeling the burning in his cheeks deepen, Jean pulls his hand away in haste, fingers brushing the top of Marco’s hand before returning to his side.
Marco watches as each letter is traced, thinking a moment before nodding in realization. “Y-Yeah ok…” He replies, slightly confused by the word. He understands that Jean want’s to take them to there room, but he’s not to sure as to why. He trusts him though, so he smiles and nods again. “A-Alright. Let’s go.”
He returns a flash of a smile at Marco’s nod before quickly turning on his heel, feeling a little embarrassed as the image of the other flushing and meeting his gaze lingered in his mind.
When they make it to their room, Jean motions towards a drawer before he goes over to open it. He pulls out a notepad and something to write with, hastily jotting down words. A sheepish smile crosses his features as he holds it out for Marco to take.
"Probably easier than what I was trying before, huh?" is written on the parchment.
[OOC: Some notes in the tags for you my dear :’)]
Marco follows him to their room, sitting on his bed while Jean rumages through the drawer. He smiled when he noticed what he was getting, gladly taking the note when it’s handed to him.
"Yes! Much better." He giggled, already feeling his spirits lighten. "At least we can communicate now."
He finds himself beaming at the laughter elicited from the other. Jean finds a spot next to Marco, shoulder grazing the freckled teen’s own. "Good to hear that laugh again,” he finds himself writing. He pauses, hastily going on to write, “Anyway. Are you as beat from training this week as I am right now? I’m fucking sore everywhere,” he stops writing and tilts the paper towards Marco, face scrunching tiredly.
Wounded RP// OPEN
A look of relief crosses his features when she nods, though his expression contorts into one of nervous panic as she continues.
“What kind of crap is that, Krista?! I’m not leaving you behind! You’re going to make it, both of us will! Now come on!” He lifts her from the ground as carefully as he can as to not aggravate the wound further, grasping her underneath her legs with one arm and at her hip bone with the other.
Just as he does so, the ominous thumps of footsteps seem to be quickening at an alarming pace. Jean turns to see the titan nearing them, its ugly hand reaching out to grab them from afar. He pulls the triggers at the sight, aiming towards the building in front of them, feeling a sinking fear in his stomach as the gear sags as it pulls both of their weight. The feeling is replaced with intense relief as they swing upwards at the right angle, just out of reach of the titan.
He lets out a laugh, albeit a nervous one, as they soar through the air. “See? Don’t underestimate me! Hell, don’t underestimate yourself — we made it to top ten, we’d be damned if we of all people didn’t make it through another expedition!”
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets it. Silence falls upon his lips as his mind races with the thoughts of a certain freckled teen who was seventh in his class, but never made it through their first battle with the titans. He himself knew all too well that it didn’t matter what they ranked when it came to survival, and he cursed himself inwardly for his sorry excuse of an attempt to comfort the blonde.
[OOC: Some notes for you in the tags!]
She felt herself being lifted in his arms. She made a pained expression when he used his gear and it lifted them. She let her head fall on his shoulder, she was finding it hard to stay awake now.
”..Jean..” She said, almost inaudible. She tried to take deep breaths but stopped after a few. It hurt too much to breath like that. She made a small moan when she took a wrong breath, wincing. “..Jean.. I.. don’t want to die..” She said quietly.
Her voice is weak over the chaos and the wind rushing past them, but he hears her, and his face falls. In that moment, he has a bitter realization how bad the situation was looking -- Who was he trying to fool? She had already lost a lot of blood and it’d be a damn miracle if she made it through this.
When he looks down to observe her, he feels his heart constrict at the sight -- she was so pale, face contorted in pain.
“Damn, why the hell did it have to be you,” he mutters, teeth clenched. Kind, caring Krista. He almost wants to tell her she won’t die, but at this rate…
“Don’t you have something to live for?” he says abruptly, holding her a bit closer as he pulls the triggers. “Hold onto that, and live dammit!” His eyes quickly scan their surroundings. They were approaching the infirmary fast, building visible far in the distance, but he’s not sure if they’ll get there fast enough.
He quiets suddenly, a distant look in his eyes as he pauses. “After that day, I… I told myself I would never forgive myself if I didn’t fight to the very last moment and end up meeting a disappointing end. So don’t tell me why you’re not gonna live, remind yourself why you have to.”
His gaze is piercing as he examines her state, knowing she was weakening, but if there was any chance he could help keep her conscious a little longer, he had to take it. There was nothing else he could do for her right now but this.
Wounded RP// OPEN
“Shit!” he exclaims as she falls, catching her before she hit the ground.
Jean lays her down on his knees, looking down at her pained expression. Given her state, he realizes their options were few now, twisting the blades off of the hilts* after a few seconds of struggle.
“We need to g—” he starts, before his attention is diverted by something moving out of his peripheral vision. A 7 meter titan eyes them from several blocks down the street, and Jean blanches when he realizes it sees them. “Ugh, not now!”
He turns his attention back to Krista. “H-Hey! You can still hear me, right? We’re gonna get you help, just hang in there okay?!”
"I.. can hear you.." She nodded slightly, making a face filled with pain. She whimpered slightly at her side.
"Just.. leave me here, Jean.. I’m slowing.. you down.." She slowly put her hand over her side and felt it was wet from the blood coming through the fabric he had tied around her. "Jean.. just go.. and save yourself.."
A look of relief crosses his features when she nods, though his expression contorts into one of nervous panic as she continues.
“What kind of crap is that, Krista?! I’m not leaving you behind! You’re going to make it, both of us will! Now come on!” He lifts her from the ground as carefully as he can as to not aggravate the wound further, grasping her underneath her legs with one arm and at her hip bone with the other.
Just as he does so, the ominous thumps of footsteps seem to be quickening at an alarming pace. Jean turns to see the titan nearing them, its ugly hand reaching out to grab them from afar. He pulls the triggers at the sight, aiming towards the building in front of them, feeling a sinking fear in his stomach as the gear sags as it pulls both of their weight. The feeling is replaced with intense relief as they swing upwards at the right angle, just out of reach of the titan.
He lets out a laugh, albeit a nervous one, as they soar through the air. “See? Don’t underestimate me! Hell, don’t underestimate yourself -- we made it to top ten, we’d be damned if we of all people didn’t make it through another expedition!”
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets it. Silence falls upon his lips as his mind races with the thoughts of a certain freckled teen who was seventh in his class, but never made it through their first battle with the titans. He himself knew all too well that it didn’t matter what they ranked when it came to survival, and he cursed himself inwardly for his sorry excuse of an attempt to comfort the blonde.
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