Radioactively Deadly

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Rumors of My Death... || @radioactivelydeadly

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“Y’know, you’re the second person to ask me that lately, and I’m really concerned if I’m the kind of person that cops have started to hire since I went blind.” Sure, he had a degree in criminal justice, but who the hell saw a dude with no eyeballs wearing pajamas and thought ‘yeah, this guy is definitely a cop’?

He was still trying to figure out where he knew that voice from. Former client? No, that didn’t seem right. 

He groped around the table until he found the chair and carefully lowered him into it. 

“Not a cop, no. But I am giving them a hand right now. I’d just like to talk, is that okay?” Shit. Shit shit shit he’d never done an interrogation. He’d wanted to be a CSI. “What’s your name?”

“ I already answered this,” he groans “Isaac Espinosa, but I like to be called Ace.” He throws his head back. Half of him wants to call this guy out and remind him about how they met, but the other half knows there’s a chance he could be roped in as an accomplice. Any connection to Ace means he can’t help Ace, which is bad news. Hopefully this guy will catch on, but the question is…. How? What can Ace say that’ll clue ‘Kell in on who he is without the other Cops listening in. He could mention the headless dog, but that’s so far out of the left field someone else could catch it, but there is something he could say…. “ And before you ask, I was found in an abandoned house near by the crime scene yes, but no I wasn’t hiding out from the cops, I wouldn’t have even been there except the floors liked to collapse and it was dark. The cops came in early in the day and found me, after I crashed there for the night.” He really hopes he got the hint. The only other thing he could think of is mentioning Doge or the cigarette 'Kell accidentally ate. Or the mouths.

Collapsed floors…? Oh shit, he totally did know this guy. Shit shit shit. He made an awkward frowning expression, showing his teeth, and made little micro-shakes of his head. Shut up kid, shut up shut up shut up. He really hoped the guy stopped talking quickly, he really didn’t want to be connected to a potential murderer and get implicated as an accessory or something. 

But wait, what the hell was this kid doing here? Yeah, the guy had smelled like blood and had apparently been sporting wounds, it was possible he got those from a victim trying to fight him off. Still, he didn’t really have a serial killer vibe about him. And if there had been someone just freshly killed in or around that house, surely the ghost would’ve been around and told ‘Kell something, right?

‘Kell swallowed and sat up a little straighter. 

“Hello, Ace,” he said. “My name is ‘Kell. I… gather you already know why you’re here. Since… you just told me. But listen, Ace. I’m not a cop. I’m just here because someone was hurt and I’m trying to help. Will you help me help you?”

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Ace is entirely relieved that 'kell got the hint, but tried to not show it, instead he went the sarcastic route " Finally someone who's competent!" The chains of the handcuffs rattling as he motions at the man sitting across from him. " I would love to help you, 'Kell, really though there's only so much I can do chained to a metal table though." Setting his hands back on the table he leans back in his chair slightly.

He hadn't planned this far, obviously this guy couldn't get him out of here right now. He may be able to clear Ace's name but that could take days. Weeks. Maybe even months. There's no way the cops would lets a suspect go.... He sat up straight, thinking to himself. Unless they figure he's not a flight risk. It'd be a bit difficult to pull especially considering any police file they dig up on ace will be from Colorado, but if he can play up the fact he's never been convicted of anything, he may just be able to get out in a few hours. How to go about this though... He's been sitting here quietly for a while now trying to figure out what to say and do. Damn he's bad at this kind of stuff, why can't someone just tell him what to do.

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Rumors of My Death... || @radioactivelydeadly

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“I hate to tell you how to do your job, fellas,” ‘Kell whispered to the officer standing next to him as he twisted his cane in his hands, “but, like, I’m not sure I’ll be much use here, I mean, I need to contact the dea–”

“Can’t you read his mind? Get a vibe off of him?” The officer asked, a bit too enthusiastically. ‘Kell frowned deeply. This wasn’t good. He didn’t like this, how believing these cops were. 

“Well, maybe if I could see the weap–”

“I genuinely don’t know them. I was just passing by, I have absolutely nothing to do with this. I just want to go home.” 

He paused, hearing the suspect clearly for the first time. Shit, he knew that voice. Where did he know that voice? 

“…Actually, can… can I talk to this guy, like, face to face?” He didn’t see the way the officers looked at each other, just heard them lean over to the com and ask the other to take a break. Then there was a hand on his shoulder, leading him to the other side of the glass. 

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Ace leans back in his chair, finally setting his hands on the table instead of pulling at the chains as the officer stands and leaves. Once the door opens again he rolls his eyes, not even bothering to look at the new guy before talking.

“Look I told you everything a new interrogator isn’t going t-” he trails off as he turns back around the face the new person, pursing his lips at the sight of a familiar face. It takes him a while to figure out what to say, there’s plenty of things he wants to ask like ‘why are you here?’ ‘Where is your headless dog?’ 'You look a lot different in the light.’ But what came out was “You’re a cop?” His tone is mostly confused and maybe a little insulted as if he was thinking 'Kell personally ratted him out, or maybe that he was working undercover and tricked him.

The chains cuffing Ace to the table rattle again as he folds his hands on the table as he waits for whatever is going to come next, trying to not think about worst case scenarios.

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“Y’know, you’re the second person to ask me that lately, and I’m really concerned if I’m the kind of person that cops have started to hire since I went blind.” Sure, he had a degree in criminal justice, but who the hell saw a dude with no eyeballs wearing pajamas and thought ‘yeah, this guy is definitely a cop’?

He was still trying to figure out where he knew that voice from. Former client? No, that didn’t seem right. 

He groped around the table until he found the chair and carefully lowered him into it. 

“Not a cop, no. But I am giving them a hand right now. I’d just like to talk, is that okay?” Shit. Shit shit shit he’d never done an interrogation. He’d wanted to be a CSI. “What’s your name?”

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" I already answered this," he groans "Isaac Espinosa, but I like to be called Ace." He throws his head back. Half of him wants to call this guy out and remind him about how they met, but the other half knows there's a chance he could be roped in as an accomplice. Any connection to Ace means he can't help Ace, which is bad news. Hopefully this guy will catch on, but the question is.... How? What can Ace say that'll clue 'Kell in on who he is without the other Cops listening in. He could mention the headless dog, but that's so far out of the left field someone else could catch it, but there is something he could say.... " And before you ask, I was found in an abandoned house near by the crime scene yes, but no I wasn't hiding out from the cops, I wouldn't have even been there except the floors liked to collapse and it was dark. The cops came in early in the day and found me, after I crashed there for the night." He really hopes he got the hint. The only other thing he could think of is mentioning Doge or the cigarette 'Kell accidentally ate. Or the mouths.

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Rumors of My Death... || @radioactivelydeadly

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This was new. ‘Kell had been hired by all kinds of people, from poor people whose luck never seemed to go their way to rich snobs to hotel owners to the quintessential horror movie cliche of a family making a new start by movie to a creepy old house in the country. But he’d never been hired by cops. 

Sure, he’d considered whether or not he could be of any use to them, having both a degree in criminal justice and the ability to directly talk to ghosts, but he’d never taken the idea very seriously. In college all of his peers had thoroughly mocked psychics who went to the cops, and even though he himself was legit, he didn’t want to validate the hopes of con artists who weren’t. 

It just so happened he was in the right place at the right time, though. Noticing a ghost whose name had been mentioned on the news, and his most recent client was a cop’s sister-in-law. So now he found himself on the cop side of a two way mirror (so he assumed, without vision) listening in on an interrogation. 

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On the other side was a very angry sounding teenager replying to each question directed at him with a layer of snark, which isn’t helping his situation at all, neither does the fact he keeps pulling at the cuffs currently keeping his hands on the table. He was found near the crime scene, with wounds, and lo and behold a gun.

Very obviously he’s pretty high on their suspect list, so far the most information they managed to get out of him is his name, Isaac Espinosa, although he keeps insisting on being called Ace. He really doesn’t seem to like cops or at least the ones asking him questions.

“I told you already, no. I didn’t kill her, you can let me go now,” He says with a hand motion accompanied by the sound of the cuff chains stopping him mid gesture then a sigh and his tone changing to a less aggravated one “I genuinely don’t know them. I was just passing by, I have absolutely nothing to do with this. I just want to go home.” He seems genuine, but it doesn’t change the facts, and the facts were he’s suspicious as hell. “Please.”

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“I hate to tell you how to do your job, fellas,” ‘Kell whispered to the officer standing next to him as he twisted his cane in his hands, “but, like, I’m not sure I’ll be much use here, I mean, I need to contact the dea–”

“Can’t you read his mind? Get a vibe off of him?” The officer asked, a bit too enthusiastically. ‘Kell frowned deeply. This wasn’t good. He didn’t like this, how believing these cops were. 

“Well, maybe if I could see the weap–”

“I genuinely don’t know them. I was just passing by, I have absolutely nothing to do with this. I just want to go home.” 

He paused, hearing the suspect clearly for the first time. Shit, he knew that voice. Where did he know that voice? 

“…Actually, can… can I talk to this guy, like, face to face?” He didn’t see the way the officers looked at each other, just heard them lean over to the com and ask the other to take a break. Then there was a hand on his shoulder, leading him to the other side of the glass. 

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Ace leans back in his chair, finally setting his hands on the table instead of pulling at the chains as the officer stands and leaves. Once the door opens again he rolls his eyes, not even bothering to look at the new guy before talking.

"Look I told you everything a new interrogator isn't going t-" he trails off as he turns back around the face the new person, pursing his lips at the sight of a familiar face. It takes him a while to figure out what to say, there's plenty of things he wants to ask like 'why are you here?' 'Where is your headless dog?' 'You look a lot different in the light.' But what came out was "You're a cop?" His tone is mostly confused and maybe a little insulted as if he was thinking 'Kell personally ratted him out, or maybe that he was working undercover and tricked him.

The chains cuffing Ace to the table rattle again as he folds his hands on the table as he waits for whatever is going to come next, trying to not think about worst case scenarios.

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Rumors of My Death... || @radioactivelydeadly

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This was new. ‘Kell had been hired by all kinds of people, from poor people whose luck never seemed to go their way to rich snobs to hotel owners to the quintessential horror movie cliche of a family making a new start by movie to a creepy old house in the country. But he’d never been hired by cops. 

Sure, he’d considered whether or not he could be of any use to them, having both a degree in criminal justice and the ability to directly talk to ghosts, but he’d never taken the idea very seriously. In college all of his peers had thoroughly mocked psychics who went to the cops, and even though he himself was legit, he didn’t want to validate the hopes of con artists who weren’t. 

It just so happened he was in the right place at the right time, though. Noticing a ghost whose name had been mentioned on the news, and his most recent client was a cop’s sister-in-law. So now he found himself on the cop side of a two way mirror (so he assumed, without vision) listening in on an interrogation. 

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On the other side was a very angry sounding teenager replying to each question directed at him with a layer of snark, which isn't helping his situation at all, neither does the fact he keeps pulling at the cuffs currently keeping his hands on the table. He was found near the crime scene, with wounds, and lo and behold a gun.

Very obviously he's pretty high on their suspect list, so far the most information they managed to get out of him is his name, Isaac Espinosa, although he keeps insisting on being called Ace. He really doesn't seem to like cops or at least the ones asking him questions.

"I told you already, no. I didn't kill her, you can let me go now," He says with a hand motion accompanied by the sound of the cuff chains stopping him mid gesture then a sigh and his tone changing to a less aggravated one "I genuinely don't know them. I was just passing by, I have absolutely nothing to do with this. I just want to go home." He seems genuine, but it doesn't change the facts, and the facts were he's suspicious as hell. "Please."

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Givin’ Up Again || OPEN

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“Uh, sorry dude, I’ve been living in a camper van the last few weeks.” Not a particularly good one, either. He and his sister had been cheap, buying a dingy, used RV and largely not staying in hotels to cut the cost of their latest cross-country road trip. His business made enough money to sustain him, especially since he didn’t have cable or light bills anymore, but there was a certain amount of penny-pinching involved.

“And don’t worry, I ain’t lookin’ to kill you, I don’t need a vengeful ghost following me.” 

He pauses, considering what he’d just said. “Y’know… I know this place is kinda dilapidated, but… no one would bother you if you stayed here. Just a thought.”

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“Yeah I know just,” he looks around “ I don’t want to get an infection and the bugs are starting to freak me out, I’m not keen on waking up in a pile of dead roaches.” As if to prove his point one scuttles a little too close to him before suddenly killing over.

“ I’ll find a better place. Sorry for trying to scare you, just please don’t tell anyone I’m in here.” He sounds worried, like he’s in some really big trouble and he is, just not the kind of trouble most people would expect. Not that he can blame them, he hasn’t exactly lived a normal life, obviously most people would think he was on the run from the cops or something, and as is he’s already taking a huge risk. Half of him is screaming to just kill this guy and run, but the other half wants to try and be normal for once and killing someone is not how you do it. “I Uh, I’m Ace by the way.” He silently scolded himself for using that nickname instead of his real one, normal people aren’t named Ace you numbskull.

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There was a small pop of blue in ‘Kell’s empty world, like someone igniting a match but immediately putting it out. It wasn’t a ghost, more like residue of a life. Something snuffed out quickly without enough consciousness to amount to much of a soul. He shook his head slightly. No matter, the guy might’ve stepped on a bug. 

“Y’know, roaches are actually very clean. They wash themselves, like cats.” He’d taken a forensic entomology class in college. It gave him a soft spot for creepy crawlies. 

“Look, man, I got no reason to go telling anyone that someone’s here. I’m not a truancy officer and I’m not looking to get shot by the mob or anything.”

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The thought of house cat sized cockroaches slipped into Ace's mind and he shivered, that is not something he wanted to imagine. "Don't worry, I have no association with the mob although I'm sure they'd love to have me," He scoots the dead roach away with his boot "but if you can keep this a secret I would owe you big time."

He looked back up at the other person and speaks with the most conviction he has all night " I always repay favors." Which probably sounds cryptic, but it's quite possibly the most honest thing he's said since he was found.

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Givin’ Up Again || OPEN

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That sounded like a trip, but he’d seen worse. “Yes, actually, I would. And I think that says more about me than it does about you, actually.”

Still, that sounded pretty intense. He was used to all kinds of paranormal weirdness – hell, his dog didn’t have a head – but when weird shit like that happened to the living, it was cause for concern. Was it gang violence? Drug related? Escaped victim of a serial killer? Should he be concerned for his life? 

“Long story, I don’t talk about it. But you mind telling me if, like. I’m in any immediate danger, sitting here and talking to you…?”

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He laughs nervously, but eventually answers “To be completely honest… I can’t give you an entirely true answer, but for the time being as long as you aren’t trying to kill me we should be fine.” He trails off, holding his own wrist and looking down like a kid getting scolded.

“ I Uh…” There was no easy way to ask this “ do you know a place I can stay at?”

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“Uh, sorry dude, I’ve been living in a camper van the last few weeks.” Not a particularly good one, either. He and his sister had been cheap, buying a dingy, used RV and largely not staying in hotels to cut the cost of their latest cross-country road trip. His business made enough money to sustain him, especially since he didn’t have cable or light bills anymore, but there was a certain amount of penny-pinching involved.

“And don’t worry, I ain’t lookin’ to kill you, I don’t need a vengeful ghost following me.” 

He pauses, considering what he’d just said. “Y’know… I know this place is kinda dilapidated, but… no one would bother you if you stayed here. Just a thought.”

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"Yeah I know just," he looks around " I don't want to get an infection and the bugs are starting to freak me out, I'm not keen on waking up in a pile of dead roaches." As if to prove his point one scuttles a little too close to him before suddenly killing over.

" I'll find a better place. Sorry for trying to scare you, just please don't tell anyone I'm in here." He sounds worried, like he's in some really big trouble and he is, just not the kind of trouble most people would expect. Not that he can blame them, he hasn't exactly lived a normal life, obviously most people would think he was on the run from the cops or something, and as is he's already taking a huge risk. Half of him is screaming to just kill this guy and run, but the other half wants to try and be normal for once and killing someone is not how you do it. "I Uh, I'm Ace by the way." He silently scolded himself for using that nickname instead of his real one, normal people aren't named Ace you numbskull.

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Givin’ Up Again || OPEN

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“…I would hope she is, but knowing her, it’s not always a given,” he muses thoughtfully. He appreciates that his sister didn’t treat him like a child after the accident, but sometimes it can be very inconvenient. She seems to forget he’s blind sometimes, and leave him in a jam. 

“…So what happened to you, anyways?” He asks, trying to gauge what exactly he should be doing in this situation.

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“Uhhhhh,” he looks down at himself, even in the gloom he looks awful “ would you believe me if I said a guy came at me with a machete and I got shot?” He tries to sound like he’s joking, but it’s harder said than done considering he’s being completely honest, might as well go the whole nine yards “ and then I broke into a pharmacy and stole some pain killers, but I ended up cutting my hand and just my luck they didn’t restock the bandages.”

He really hopes he doesn’t sound crazy, at this point he might as well be though, he just told the truth to a complete stranger trying to pass it off as a joke which would be much easier if he wasn’t in pain and covered in bandages in the middle of a haunted house. “Can I ask what happened to you or…?” He tries to probe a little into the other guy, he doesn’t seem bad.

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That sounded like a trip, but he’d seen worse. “Yes, actually, I would. And I think that says more about me than it does about you, actually.”

Still, that sounded pretty intense. He was used to all kinds of paranormal weirdness – hell, his dog didn’t have a head – but when weird shit like that happened to the living, it was cause for concern. Was it gang violence? Drug related? Escaped victim of a serial killer? Should he be concerned for his life? 

“Long story, I don’t talk about it. But you mind telling me if, like. I’m in any immediate danger, sitting here and talking to you…?”

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He laughs nervously, but eventually answers "To be completely honest... I can't give you an entirely true answer, but for the time being as long as you aren't trying to kill me we should be fine." He trails off, holding his own wrist and looking down like a kid getting scolded.

" I Uh..." There was no easy way to ask this " do you know a place I can stay at?"

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Givin’ Up Again || OPEN

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“No gag reflex without a throat,” he said simply. It did bother him, though. It bothered him a lot, because to some degree, he could feel the other dimension tucked away within himself. That’s how he was able to extract things so neatly. In a sense, he was always aware of every single thing within himself. He didn’t really talk about that with strangers, though. Thankfully the stranger didn’t seem to want to know more.

“Well, I mean. I know we’re in a haunted house. I think we’re somewhere in New England? Feels New England-y, but I can’t exactly see road signs. I wouldn’t say I’m lost, I just, uh. Don’t know where I got dragged to exactly.”

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“Someone else brought you here?” He asks starting to sound worried “Are they outside or something?” Well at least he knows not to ask if he can crash at this guy’s place now, but he can’t stay here or risks a pretty nasty infection, and the thought of bugs crawling on him while he sleeps sends a chill through his spine even though he knows they’d most likely die before they even got close enough to bother him.

Which leaves him with a rather odd choice, now that he thinks about it, would he rather stay in a cold damp house and face whatever creepy crawlies it has to offer or go with the guy with several mouths he just met. Not that it matters, he thinks to himself, he needs to find a third option, preferably one with less people, but more cleanliness. Which is unlikely, he thought sighing out loud.

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“…I would hope she is, but knowing her, it’s not always a given,” he muses thoughtfully. He appreciates that his sister didn’t treat him like a child after the accident, but sometimes it can be very inconvenient. She seems to forget he’s blind sometimes, and leave him in a jam. 

“…So what happened to you, anyways?” He asks, trying to gauge what exactly he should be doing in this situation.

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"Uhhhhh," he looks down at himself, even in the gloom he looks awful " would you believe me if I said a guy came at me with a machete and I got shot?" He tries to sound like he's joking, but it's harder said than done considering he's being completely honest, might as well go the whole nine yards " and then I broke into a pharmacy and stole some pain killers, but I ended up cutting my hand and just my luck they didn't restock the bandages."

He really hopes he doesn't sound crazy, at this point he might as well be though, he just told the truth to a complete stranger trying to pass it off as a joke which would be much easier if he wasn't in pain and covered in bandages in the middle of a haunted house. "Can I ask what happened to you or...?" He tries to probe a little into the other guy, he doesn't seem bad.

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Givin’ Up Again || OPEN

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“Um, no, I don’t,” he wasn’t even sure where he was, exactly. His life – and his sister – seemed to take him all over the place. 

This person, whoever they were, sounded desperate, and he was starting to smell the coppery tinge of blood in the air. Damn my sense of do-goodiness. 

“Don’t… don’t freak out, okay? I’m gonna try to help, but… don’t freak out.” 

He unzipped his hoodie and opened it, then lifted the shirt underneath. Across his belly like a gaping wound was a pair of lips. The lips neatly bisected him, from one side to the other. He touched the fingers of one hand to the lips and they parted, revealing tobacco-stained teeth. The lips suckled on his fingers for a moment, and he slowly worked the teeth apart. 

He then plunged his hand into the mouth, seemingly reaching around in his gut, doubling over to extend his reach, pressing his arm in past the elbow, almost to the shoulder, twisting himself around. 

With a sickening squelch he extracted a surprisingly dry limb, holding in it a roll of medical bandage.

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The other figure is promptly greeted with the sound of gagging which continues for a few moments before Ace shuffles over and slowly takes the bandages and hobbles back away. “Doesn’t that…. Bother you at all? Like it doesn’t feel like you’re gagging yourself or something?” He asks the other person while quietly damning himself and his curiosity, not entirely sure if he wants to know the answer.

“… On second thought don’t answer that. Do you even know where we are? Because I have no idea,” He decides to ask instead while trying to stop the bleeding and patching himself up. He winces several times in the process and uses up a lot more bandages than most people would need, but eventually he managed to stop the worst of it and cover up everything. “Unless you’re just as lost as me…?”

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“No gag reflex without a throat,” he said simply. It did bother him, though. It bothered him a lot, because to some degree, he could feel the other dimension tucked away within himself. That’s how he was able to extract things so neatly. In a sense, he was always aware of every single thing within himself. He didn’t really talk about that with strangers, though. Thankfully the stranger didn’t seem to want to know more.

“Well, I mean. I know we’re in a haunted house. I think we’re somewhere in New England? Feels New England-y, but I can’t exactly see road signs. I wouldn’t say I’m lost, I just, uh. Don’t know where I got dragged to exactly.”

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"Someone else brought you here?" He asks starting to sound worried "Are they outside or something?" Well at least he knows not to ask if he can crash at this guy's place now, but he can't stay here or risks a pretty nasty infection, and the thought of bugs crawling on him while he sleeps sends a chill through his spine even though he knows they'd most likely die before they even got close enough to bother him.

Which leaves him with a rather odd choice, now that he thinks about it, would he rather stay in a cold damp house and face whatever creepy crawlies it has to offer or go with the guy with several mouths he just met. Not that it matters, he thinks to himself, he needs to find a third option, preferably one with less people, but more cleanliness. Which is unlikely, he thought sighing out loud.

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(( sorry I haven't been on a whole lot, things suddenly got really busy around home ))

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Givin’ Up Again || OPEN

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“If I said I was hurt, would you try to take me to the hospital?” He shoots back. “And that’s not me saying I’m hurt, that’s me saying, if I walked into any hospital in the country about how do you think they would react?” He pointed to his empty eye sockets. There was no way he’d go anywhere near a hospital, or any doctor except for his own back home. No matter how badly he was hurt. And that meant he wouldn’t take others to one, either. 

“Uh… on a scale of about, like… one to ten, how badly would you say you need bandaids?”

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“ on a scale of one to ten?” Ace looks down at himself then back at the stranger “ uhhhh I’d say it’s a twenty five.” He has a gunshot to the shoulder and cuts just about everywhere else, if he didn’t get help soon he’d probably end up dead like all the bugs in this house.

“ do you have a house near by or something?”

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“Um, no, I don’t,” he wasn’t even sure where he was, exactly. His life – and his sister – seemed to take him all over the place. 

This person, whoever they were, sounded desperate, and he was starting to smell the coppery tinge of blood in the air. Damn my sense of do-goodiness. 

“Don’t… don’t freak out, okay? I’m gonna try to help, but… don’t freak out.” 

He unzipped his hoodie and opened it, then lifted the shirt underneath. Across his belly like a gaping wound was a pair of lips. The lips neatly bisected him, from one side to the other. He touched the fingers of one hand to the lips and they parted, revealing tobacco-stained teeth. The lips suckled on his fingers for a moment, and he slowly worked the teeth apart. 

He then plunged his hand into the mouth, seemingly reaching around in his gut, doubling over to extend his reach, pressing his arm in past the elbow, almost to the shoulder, twisting himself around. 

With a sickening squelch he extracted a surprisingly dry limb, holding in it a roll of medical bandage.

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The other figure is promptly greeted with the sound of gagging which continues for a few moments before Ace shuffles over and slowly takes the bandages and hobbles back away. "Doesn't that.... Bother you at all? Like it doesn't feel like you're gagging yourself or something?" He asks the other person while quietly damning himself and his curiosity, not entirely sure if he wants to know the answer.

"... On second thought don't answer that. Do you even know where we are? Because I have no idea," He decides to ask instead while trying to stop the bleeding and patching himself up. He winces several times in the process and uses up a lot more bandages than most people would need, but eventually he managed to stop the worst of it and cover up everything. "Unless you're just as lost as me...?"

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Givin’ Up Again || OPEN

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“Hah, yeah, they are pretty funny. I like to screw with ‘em for laughs,” he mutters, somewhat darkly. He used to play up the fear for clients to get them to pay him more for setting up a thermometer and then messing around on his phone for hours on end. Now, he messed with the ones he’d been like. He was ashamed at having once been a con artist. 

“Not… really a hunter, not quite. But… close enough.” He tilts his head a little, concerned by that cough he just heard. It sounded like when he hacked up a magic item. “…You okay?”

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He looks down at himself then back at ‘Kell “if I Uh… Said no, would you threaten to take me to a hospital?” He’s finally coming to the realization that this guy isn’t here to harm him and he really needs some bandages or something, but he can’t go to a hospital either.

“I mean I’ll be okay, but some bandaids wouldn’t hurt…” That was an understatement of a life time, he was loosing a lot of blood and trying way too hard to not shake when he spoke and he’s slowly failing even that. Although it sounds more like he’s crying or at least really worried rather than in need to medical attention.

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“If I said I was hurt, would you try to take me to the hospital?” He shoots back. “And that’s not me saying I’m hurt, that’s me saying, if I walked into any hospital in the country about how do you think they would react?” He pointed to his empty eye sockets. There was no way he’d go anywhere near a hospital, or any doctor except for his own back home. No matter how badly he was hurt. And that meant he wouldn’t take others to one, either. 

“Uh… on a scale of about, like… one to ten, how badly would you say you need bandaids?”

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" on a scale of one to ten?" Ace looks down at himself then back at the stranger " uhhhh I'd say it's a twenty five." He has a gunshot to the shoulder and cuts just about everywhere else, if he didn't get help soon he'd probably end up dead like all the bugs in this house.

" do you have a house near by or something?"

[alwaysmouthingoff]

Givin’ Up Again || OPEN

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“Whaaaat? No, please, those guys are losers and con artists.” He conveniently leaves out the part where he was one of those guys for a couple of months. But at least he could admit he’d been a con artist. And that he’d learned his lesson. 

“I’m more… legit, but, ah. My job’s similar, I guess. But hey, at least I have a reason – seriously, what are you doing in here?”

[radioactivelydeadly]

“I told you, stuff.” He leans against the nearest thing acting nonchalant. If he’s cool and collected maybe he won’t suspect him for anything. Hopefully.

“You have to admit though, those guys are hilarious,” he pretends to be afraid “Ah bro, it’s a ghost it touched my ass, bro!” Then laughs and coughs, spitting up a little blood, maybe finding a cold damp place to heal up was a bad idea after all Ace.

“So you’re a legit ghost hunter then?” He doesn’t sound like he’s judging, he’s seen ghost hunters before, actual ones. Usually they only have one mouth though.

[alwaysmouthingoff]

“Hah, yeah, they are pretty funny. I like to screw with ‘em for laughs,” he mutters, somewhat darkly. He used to play up the fear for clients to get them to pay him more for setting up a thermometer and then messing around on his phone for hours on end. Now, he messed with the ones he’d been like. He was ashamed at having once been a con artist. 

“Not… really a hunter, not quite. But… close enough.” He tilts his head a little, concerned by that cough he just heard. It sounded like when he hacked up a magic item. “…You okay?”

[radioactivelydeadly]

He looks down at himself then back at 'Kell "if I Uh... Said no, would you threaten to take me to a hospital?" He's finally coming to the realization that this guy isn't here to harm him and he really needs some bandages or something, but he can't go to a hospital either.

"I mean I'll be okay, but some bandaids wouldn't hurt..." That was an understatement of a life time, he was loosing a lot of blood and trying way too hard to not shake when he spoke and he's slowly failing even that. Although it sounds more like he's crying or at least really worried rather than in need to medical attention.