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Location: The Gagosian tw: Injury, blood

He should have known. He should have fucking known that leaving his house for some fancy event was a bad idea. He winced as he rested his head against the wall he was currently leaning on, breathing heavy as he looked down at his now soot covered suit.

“Ah fuck…” It was a rental. He could kiss that security deposit good bye…

He lifted a hand to rest against his temple only to feel the slick, tell-tale sign of blood dripping down his forehead.

Double fuck…

He needed to get out of here. He had told himself he was done with this kind of life a long time ago.

And yet…

“Hey! Hey you!” He grunted, pointing to a passing person. “A little help please?” His legs felt like cement and the gun hidden underneath his dress shirt was poking at his ribs. His brothers knew nothing about subtlety.

marlenestjames

Marlene was running as much as she as was able to in her pumps before removing it and running barefoot across the large hall. She skidded to a stop and looked at the source of the voice and recognized him immediately. “Sebastian. What are you doing here?” She asked, rushing to his side and giving him a once over. She looked at his face and saw the blood dripping down. “Take off your tie. I need to compress it to your head. To stop the bleeding, somewhat.”

#sebastian flint #i assumed connections so #blood tw

burntbrandy

Location: The Gagosian

Open to: All

trigger warning for graphic descriptions of injuries, especially to the face.

marlenestjames

burntbrandy:

“Eun Han,” She answered in a voice half-way between a snarl and a whimper. Hard to tell given the gritted teeth and her screwed shut left eye. Thankfully, only closed to keep the blood out.

“Who are you?” Normally, she would be much more… polite about it, but the last thing on her mind is manners.

“Marlene, I’m Marlene and we’ll get you some help okay? Can you walk?” She asked, immediately doing her assessment on how badly she could be hurt. Other than her face, there weren’t much damage. But there could be internal bleeding, she wouldn’t know right now. Managing to pull out a phone from her purse, she called 911. “Okay, can you stay awake for me? We don’t know the extent of your wounds.”

#eun han

burntbrandy

Location: The Gagosian

Open to: All

trigger warning for graphic descriptions of injuries, especially to the face.

marlenestjames

burntbrandy:

Location: The Gagosian

Open to: All

trigger warning for graphic descriptions of injuries, especially to the face.

#eun han

samburman

Location: The Gagosian Open to: All It’s one of those nights. The ones where Samar needs to walk the walk and talk the talk, to blend in, be present, and put his particular set of skills to the test. Schmoozing. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d insist that this is a case of a copycat.” Brows raised, he nods toward the obnoxiously abstract piece before him. “Look me in the eye, and tell me that isn’t the original work of a toddler. No adult brain is that big.”

marlenestjames

“You definitely came to the wrong person to chat art about.” Marlene said looking at him in the eye as she held two flutes of champagne in her hands. She was planning to give both to her parents who were also in attendance but 1) she currently couldn’t find them, and 2) people have been talking nonstop about art that she couldn’t get into that she planned to just tip both glasses in her mouth. “Every abstract painting I see here, I just think that a toddler could do better.”

#sam burman

audrasmythe:

“I don’t like to insult America-” A blatant lie. “It’s been my home for a good while, now, but there are- many things wrong with it. Feel free to complain about the healthcare system. I find ranting helps me.” She flashed a smile at the woman. “Yes! That’s the more fun part of my job. A lot of it is emailing other museums to confirm when their pieces are arriving.” Meticulous was certainly a word that could be used to describe her, perhaps the one to describe her best. “You’re not exactly wrong- but you do manage to make it sound far more interesting.”

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“Oh where do I begin?” She had a list because there’s always something to complain about. “But I try not to because I consider myself lucky. But when I do complain out loud, I usually do it because for other people. Like healthcare for instance. But really, I don’t think I should be ranting at you. We’ll end up even more frustrated.” Nodding, she smiled, “It’s a hit or miss, I’m sure. But yes, I have an active over imagination and thought of The Mummy when you said it. You complete give me a young Rachel Weisz vibes right there.”

#audra smythe

smash or pass liam

“I’m going to have to pass. He has a pretty face, but not my type.”

@liamurphy

#answered #liam murphy #Anonymous

audrasmythe:

“That’s- wow, that’s fantastic.” Her face lit up, more than impressed. “It does kind of- I mean, it’s kind of terrible that you have to have pro-bono clinics at all, though.” The American healthcare system had been the worst part of moving across the pond. “Oh, I’m an archivist. I compile documents and preserve collections. I’m very much behind the scenes.” At the woman’s words, she suddenly missed her own mum with an ache. “That’s lovely- it’s lovely you’re doing that for her.”

“It just shows how our healthcare works.” She sighed, unable to stop herself from thinking that they could do more for the people. Before she could go on her mental rant at the government, her thoughts were dusted off by her reply. “That sounds really cool. So like you get to see old scrolls and books or something? Then preserve them? You must be really meticulous for that job, right? Cause one wrong move you can ruin the document.” She merely grinned, explaining that she had no idea what an archivist is and only thought of the movie The Mummy.

#AUDRA SMYTHE

audrasmythe:

“Where do you work?” She often wonders what it would be like to be in charge of the whole department - whether that’s in the archives, such as herself, or whatever this woman does. She’s not the head archivist, that title going to a rather lovely man who has worked there almost as long as she’s been alive, but with the amount of time she spends there, she might as well be. Nodding through a mouthful of her sandwich, she waits to finish it before she speaks, “I am. I work in the basement so the fresh air is very necessary.”

“I’m an ER doctor, but I run a pro-bono clinic for the homeless.” Marlene tried to pass if up as something nothing out of the ordinary, that people did it all the time. “You work here? That’s so cool. What do you do exactly that entails you being in a basement? My mom loves this place and used to take me every chance she got when I was younger. Now the roles are reversed.”

#AUDRA SMYTHE

audrasmythe:

Audra stifles a small laugh at the woman’s words. The groaning had seemed like the end of a conversation that she certainly didn’t envy her for. “Were you- hm- expecting something to have burned to the ground?” There’s a touch of humour in her question, though she is genuinely curious. “Perhaps that should be ‘are’ you?” Walking around the woman to the other side, she leans against the pillar on the opposite side and pulls out a rather soggy sandwich wrapped in clingfilm. She gives it a look, then turns back to the woman.

“It’s not that I don’t trust those people not to burn the place to the ground, but I do fear that they might burn the place to the ground.” She chuckled in embarrassment. Marlene trusts the other volunteers to help out and survive without her, but it doesn’t help that she constantly mothers them to their chagrin. “You on a break?” She nodded towards the sandwich in hand, “Either that or you like eating in random places. No judgement, but that sandwich better be worth it.”

#AUDRA SMYTHE

audrasmythe

WHO: Open to all! WHERE: At the bottom of the steps of the MET.

It sometimes got quite stuffy in the archives of museum. Even in the height of winter, the lack of windows made the air thick. Now that the days were inching into spring, with the radiator that had exactly two positions (on, and predictably, off), each break meant that Audra gratefully rode the elevator to the ground floor for some fresh air. On afternoons such as these, she sometimes managed to actually leave the confines of the gallery altogether.

Coat tightly pulled closer around herself, she passes behind a pillar, expecting the space in which she usually takes her breaks to be empty. It isn’t. Eyebrows furrow for a moment, taking in the scene. “Are you- quite alright?”

marlenestjames

Sometimes she thought that she spoils her parents too much. Not that she’s complaining. After everything they’ve done for her, it was the least she could do. So when her mother decided to spend her only off day at the MET she couldn’t say no. She could, don’t get her wrong, but she also wanted to spend time with the woman who raised her even if she was dead on her feet.

However, work came calling. She wasn’t going to leave her mother all alone, but she still wanted to make sure that the clinic she spends her free time (whenever that may be) hasn’t burned itself to the ground yet. Taking her phone outside, she answered the call at the bottom of the steps of the MET hoping that the call was purely routine. That nothing bad happened.

Marlene was right of course, nothing happened and the clinic had nothing to worry about. However when she hung up it didn’t stop her from groaning, “Oh-!” She exclaimed at the other asking, “Oh just fine. Nothing burned to the ground. Yet.”