Part of your plan.

Independent Sara Tancredi.

[scofieldtcncredi]

[realiist]

???

p r o f o u n d. As her lungs fills with the BITTER & REFRESHING taste of the menthol cigarette hanging from her lips, she feels a little more RELAXED than moments before.

With a FAST scan, she feels CALM to see she’s the only person there, clouding the CLEAR night with her smoke. It’s not until some more minutes L A T E R, when she identifies another SILHOUETTE in the DARK.

        She thinks herself alone, as well— feels the darkness hanging over her like a shroud that would absolve her from all action taken, therefor granting her with a sense of peace. Fingers are anything but steady as they search for that bottle of scotch hiding somewhere inside chaotic purse. The linings seem to eat up anything she is most desperate for, be it a cigarette or the bitter toxin in a form of a bottle. But she’s alerted by the smell all too familiar, the smoke that invades your lungs in the form of a sweet relief.

                    ❛ Hello? ❜

[realiist]

MICHAEL.

                                 ‘   …  i’m a killer shot.   ’       —  despite the fact that he hasn’t played basketball since he was in high school. and even then, there were better things he could’ve been doing with his time if he’d been able to slip away for long enough. killer shot. he hasn’t thrown a basketball in over a decade and here they are. with a slight quirk on his lips and moment enough to distract from the blood that’s pulsing out onto his fingers and is beginning to numb him out with an ache. ( it just won’t stop bleeding. ) he has control now. feels his heart rate beginning to lower as he throws the idea of panic away from himself  —  just for a minute. just because if he doesn’t, if he unravels, the plan is over.  ( get it together, michael. )

         ‘  basketball’s just… angles…  —  trajectories  —  basic physics…  ’       he knows through observation. knows because he’s seen the course of a game and figured out a more effective strategy than a half-assed shot thrown from a metre out.  (  but this isn’t about basketball. and the tremors in his hands, the quake of skin that shudders beneath a breathless attempt at a laugh are still present even if he tells himself it’s okay  –  that it’s okay and if it’s not, it’s going to be okay because linc’s counting on him, and that’s what matters. not the glare of red that snakes its way up his shirt or shivers its way down the gash at his skin.  )

    Lidocaine readied to numb the pain, distorting features she enjoys a little too much. ( Especially when he smiles, calm && steady with the clockwork precision timing that demonstrates to her how days may take a rapid turn with the smallest amount of kindness. ) Fingers tap against the side of the syringe && the doctor doesn’t ask him for permission, the needle poking through skin to take away the torment. ( For a moment Michael, I ask you not to FEEL a thing. ) He’s not honest with her, not even in this complete privacy, but the reasons ( she has to believe this for her own sanity ) are heavy with purpose. Swelling is instant around the wound severe enough for multiple stitches. ( What could you expect in an environment so hostile, the cages turned good men into savage beasts. )

           ❛ && That’s your thing isn’t it? The details, how               things work && what makes everything tick? ❜

          She’ll attempt a ghost of a smile, even as she prepares needle && thread for procedure. She’s slow with her words, carefully attempting to pry out more information, any evidence of him being the kind of man he says he is. He’s not a bad guy, doesn’t intentionally cause harm to anything larger than a fly. He’s the perfect example for an altruist, would do anything to benefit those he cares for. ( Lincoln Burrows, he would do anything for the man— to prove he’s innocent. Sara, she has something to consider now, Michael’s caused him to pause && think twice. ) One more time, hazel eyes flash to seek his, it’s as if she’s apologizing already for what is about to happen.

[realiist]

DEBRA.

          ❛ trust me on this, okay? pale, like, literally so white, black hair, black eyes, skinny as fuck.. no, she’s definitely a vampire. seriously. i fear for dexter’s life when he’s around that bitch. ❜

             ❛ To be fair he’s not all that— great— with women to begin with. So if I was forced                to bet on the most likely to end up dating a vampire without even knowing about                it—— it’d be him. Sneak me a picture of her && a name so I can run her medical                records for you, see if she’s been admitted for SUNBURNS once too many. ❜

                             She’s kidding, of course.

[realiist]

whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse, or songs that get you into the writing mood, pick 10 songs you find give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse, then tag your favorite peeps to get an insight on their musical inspirational feels.

tagged by: @bloodiedwolf, @aitruist​

fix you - coldplay

how we operate - gomez

keep breathing - ingrid michaelson

sweetest devotion - adele ( also million years ago )

what kind of man - florence + the machine

i follow rivers - lykke li

feet in the water - eva & manu

some die young - laleh

don’t speak - no doubt

can’t take my love - sara jackson-holman

Tagging: @fittobounce​​, @manhuntiing​, @plasmapriestess​, @studiedbones​, @studiedbugs​, @neonnoise​

[manhuntiing-blog]

Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, Theodore ‘ T-Bag ’ Bagwell, Felicia Lang, David ‘ Tweener ’ Apolskis & Alex Mahone from Fox’s ——

                                   P  R  I  S  O  N    B  R  E  A  K

[realiist]

ISABELLE.

                        ❝ Dr. Sara Tancredi — ❞ came a voice from the door to the brunette’s office, where a petite blonde woman stood leaning against the frame. ❝ — I am tellement sorry to inform you that you will ‘ave to be coming with me. you are under arrest … for being far too good for this prison. ❞ a wide grin spread across Isabelle’s features as she stepped into the room, a visitor’s badge hanging clearly off her trousers ( along with a loaded handgun, the standard issue for any FBI agent ) the last she’d seen this woman, she’d only just begun her new position … but before that — much before that — they’d been near inseparable ; driving miniature cars down long paved driveways as children, and gossiping the boys in their respective schools as teenagers. 

❝ vraiment … ‘ow you manage to work here is beyond me … it is in the middle of no where! and — it smells so very funny! you could still come to the FBI, you know, I ‘ave no doubts they would take in a doctor as talented as you.—— but anyway, how ‘ave you been? surprised to see me? ❞

                Alerted to a voice so familiar with an accent so unforgettable she might as well have deluded herself to think of it as her own. She’s GROWN with it, learned to understand the tongue that rattles on ever so quick. Her face immediately lights up, the grim paperwork forgotten in less than a fraction of a second when something so familiar waltzes in && seems to bring the light of day with her. It’s been too long, she’ll admit as much, long gone are the days of skipping rope && hopscotch. ( Now it’d be skipping work && butterscotch— the adult version of a childish game. She doesn’t indulge in it, can’t afford to go back. )

              ❛ You are unbelievable— && stunning, as always. ❜

       Crossing her arms, leaning back in her chair so the plastic parts give out a rather nasty noise that could only be described as the sound of poverty. Expression remains gentle, a melodic chuckle passing lips as she pushes herself off the chair && opens arms for the woman long lost. Embrace the familiarity of the situation, it won’t be long until it’s all gone again.

              ❛ I’m sure they would, but I like it here. I can make a change here, see the                 change.  Besides, they already DEPEND on me far too much, this whole                 building would probably collapse if I wasn’t here holding up the walls. ❜

[realiist]

' it’s easier to see the world in black and white; i don’t know what to do with grey. '

MASS EFFECT.

               ❛ That’s one way to look at it. It gives no room for error. What                   about those who have done wrong in the past && are trying                   to make up for whatever cosmic karma they’ve managed to                   set out of balance? ❜

            Crafted words to bridge the chasm between who she was before && how far she had become. Some might not say it wasn’t far from where she’d started. ( Holding cells, CRASHING, biting your lip until it bleeds — Infirmary, consoling, stitching together bleeding flesh. ) She’s had to come to accept her past, changing the things she has the power vested in to herself to. ( Twelve steps. Only twelve. ) She’s not any different from all these women, from those trapped in a hell of their own making, concrete nights && stale oxygen of the yard. — TRAPPED in a prison of her own making. She’s found there are few types of people here, with different concentrations of the qualities that make for a person. Those who withstand, quiet && alone — those who riot against convictions, call this injustice && the system a fraud — those who look for someone they can place their trust in to keep themselves anything but alone in the warped society of mankind. She hopes the woman before this finds this said sanctuary in her, finds someone she can trust as much as her isolated mind allows her to. Someone to confide in when the inmates turn against what they perceive as DIFFERENT. She’s not the same, but she can try to understand, is willing to make an attempt && in a place like this that surely had to count for something.

                         ❛ But some things— they’re just horrifying, no justification. ❜

[licentiousdissident-deactivated]

Send me "Goodbye" for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.

[tvseriess-blog]

[realiist]

MAHONE.

“ what i want,sara, is for you to tell me where he is, before he gets himself killed outthere. ”

it’s takingtoo long, this is taking too long, and with every wasted second scofield isgetting further and further away again,managing to always be one step ahead no matter how quickly alex deciphersanother tattoo, and another, and another, and this, this has to be it, she hasto be the key, the way to twist scofield’s arm behind his back and christ, the innocent act iswearing really thin ( three hours forty-seven minutes since his last pill, focus waning, thoughts racing, muscles aching andhe needs, he needs – ).

“ i knowyou’ve been in contact with him. i know you’re planning to meet with him. ormaybe he’s supposed to meet with you, hm? maybe we should just sit here andwait for him to come to us. do you think he’ll come for you, sara? i mean, hedidn’t seem to care all that much when you put your job on the line for him,when he asked you to turn your back on everything you stand for, oh, or whenyou were lying in the hospital fighting for your life because you couldn’t livewith what you had done, how about that, sara. ”

           His words are poison && she knows there is no antidote for anything he says— facing him head on with no general anesthesia, no painkillers is the only option. So she goes some place else, allows gaze to travel the room for anything that could be of substantial use, something she could turn against the man whose hands shake like hers had. Takes one to know one, the jitters that shook you when your last fix felt like lightyears away. Her mouth feels like a desert, heart racing && pounding against her throat with each wave of nausea.

                ❛ I’m not going to break. ❜

Now who was she trying to convince? Yet if she could just buy them time, maybe they’d realise she’d been caught. That she’d been foolish enough to stay long enough for him to find her && use her as leverage. They needed to go, needed to set sail so another tomorrow would be more than a possibility for Lincoln, for Michael. ( Caught up in something beyond his own strength, but it wasn’t his sob story now. It was for all of them to share. ) 

                ❛ I don’t even know what you’re talking about, I haven’t  seen  Michael since                   I came here. You’re only wasting your time with me. If I knew where he was                   or how he could be reached,  don’t you think I’d already have sent word to                    him about being held against my will? ❜

[realiist]

“Are you here to kill me?” (probably in isolation in 13 being grumpy don't mind him)

MASS EFFECT.

          ❛ Doctors don’t hurt people. ❜

   It’s all so very apathetic, the lack of color a part of her world now where she sees only in monotone colors— a sea of people blending in together in a grey mass. The irregular heartbeat && the continuous tremors a concern for the leaders of this proud, free nation. She shifts her heavy gaze elsewhere. The old needle marks  itch  at the thought of reliving certain parts of past best forgotten. ( Father had not, but he’d kept her out of trouble. Don’t waste your potential, Sara. Isolation not a part of solution when they so struggle for liberation. ) He’s much like her, weighed down by vices hardly forgotten. You never could forget, never could dominate the addict inside you. ( Much like a cruel monarch — it only wore you down, took from you. Charity && pure good terms unheard of. It steals your health, separates family, but oh— they keep nightmares at bay, make the daylight a safer place to march with your stiff upper lip. ) 

                      ❛ I just wanted to check in on you, see how you were doing. ❜

              I KNOW. I KNOW IT’S NOT EASY.

[realiist]

ROSE.

                    “  I can’t believe it’s been  THREE years,   now when i see you it’s so  BITTERSWEET.  “ 

           ❛ It’s been too long. ❜

      Exposure to the Southern California climate, sun beating down against porcelain skin with every intention to burn. Fingertips press together && then release again, hazel eyes flickering between the docked vessels && her. Dry words crumble against lips && another try grants sound for thoughts.

                 ❛ I wouldn’t— I wouldn’t ask for any of this if I didn’t really need your help ❜

[fundinson]

Mass Effect sentence starters: All the Whispers

based on (x)

“Just don’t make the mistake I did.”

“There’s always another mission. None of them are an excuse to make yourself an island.”

“I got a few scratches and dents. I hope they just give me character.”

“Confirmation that my father is working for (…).”

“Help us!”

“I know what you did.”

“I always have time for you.”

“It was nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Somewhere deep in the fabric of reality, our actions are recorded and remembered.”

“Whatever you come up with, you can count me in.”

“It seems there will be no one to mourn me when I die.”

“You’re the only friend I’ve made in ten years.”

“…hell of a fight.”

“That won’t happen. I see you all when you get back.”

“I watched them die.”

“People could get hurt… even killed.”

“This war needs to be won.”

“My people have a saying - seek the enemy of your enemy, and you will find a friend.”

“Your courage for my people will be remembered.”

“You won’t be alone in your fight.”

“We do not wish you harm.”

“I’m willing to do what’s necessary.”

“I’ll march into whatever hell you want, but not with a fake smile on my face.”

“Nothing positive about grinning like an idiot.”

“Finish this… you promise me!”

“All I’ve ever done in my entire career is destroy the natural course of the universe.”

“If you are worthy of your command, prove your strength.”

“It’s so much easier to see the world in black and white; grey… I don’t know what to do with grey.”

“I have lived a full life… no regrets.”

“Good; get it out of the way so we can concentrate on being big goddamn heroes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Good to have you here.”

“I beg you - do not do this. Please.”

“I know how this will end. But I will not back down - I can’t.” 

“Face me in single combat, (…).”

“Let me die with honour.”

“We can handle ourselves.”

“Go back and get (…). It’s the right choice and you know it.”

“I wanted you to have a normal life. Marriage, children… things I could never have.”

“It has reminded me of what is truly important. Why I swore I’d lay down my life.”

“Now go back and get (…), and get the hell out of here. You know it’s the right choice.”

“Some souls die in battle, some die in their sleep. And some die for no reason at all.”

“One day there will be payback for all that my people have suffered.”

“Under your leadership we can’t fail.”

“No point in hiding from it.”

“So much space. Walls of stone. It’s amazing. I wish my friends could see it. I wish (…) were here.”

“There is only one way to save (…).”

“I made the mistake of trusting you - believing you were my friend. I was a fool.”

“Well, looks like I was the only one to make it out alive.” 

“I just want to know - is the person I followed to hell and back still in there? Somewhere?”

“Do we deserve death?”

“I ask forgiveness.”

“Screw that - I can hold them off!”

“Everything my people will ever be depends on it.”

“I hear we have a galaxy to save.”

“I don’t have what you do. That fire that makes some willing to follow you into hell itself.”

“I understand. Good luck. I hope we’ll see each other again.”

“You just spared our race another genocide.”

“You’re picking that thing over us?”

“I’m still human. I make mistakes like everyone else.”

“You are a great protector. But some things are beyond even you.”

“It’s a hell of a job, isn’t it? Being the good guys.”

“Someone else might have gotten it wrong.”

[realiist]

MICHAEL.

              ‘   two and a half.  ’    twenty nine months, then parole. out on good behaviour. he’ll serve half of his five year sentence. ( how did a man with your credentials end up in this place?i took a wrong turn.wrong turn  —  a shattering of what he once had. the destruction of his apartment, and the growth of salience from the back of his head. it became less of an option. less of a concern. more of a need  —  an obsession. and it comes to fruition in the infirmary, whether he likes it or not. )

                                        there’s only a finite number of times he can tell her this. there’s only a number of different phrases in his arsenal, only a limited ways to justify every action, every moment, every bated breath and every glance back when he knows he shouldn’t. the plan is his main prerogative. but sara’s up there too  —  in a different time, if things had been different, then this wouldn’t be so painstaking. a fondness has grown in him because she cares. because, in a den filled with an assortment of creatures that seek to destroy and desiccate, sara tancredi seeks to help. what is a woman like you doing in a place like this? why would you put yourself in this situation?  —  i believe in being a part of the solution, not the problem.  ( but being a solution doesn’t explain it. sara tancredi has a checkered past just like the rest of them, but she’s dragged herself out and splintered her fingernails while doing it: sara tancredi is a survivor. more than just a doctor, and more than just a girl. tough. handles her own in a place like this. )

                              ‘  this isn’t the end, sara.  ’    —   pause.  it doesn’t end like this.

        Silence. It doesn’t end like this, she’s told herself the words many a time before— contrasting with the strict voice of reason that echoes from temporal to temporal. ( Sara, you’re smarter than this. The biggest compliment he’s ever given her, even if it only exists inside her head. ) She chooses to have faith, clings onto it with everything she has— nails breaking under pressure, teeth shattering— && yet she withstands. The world, it tends to give you more than you’re equipped to handle on your own. Strength lies in tenacity, in believing when the darkness is all you see. && She’s seen the colors, knows they do not disappear even when she cannot see them. && She sees him too, light blues, yellow— an array so magnificent you couldn’t fight the hypnosis he put you under. Did she want to? Any woman with a balanced brain cell left inside their cranium ought to back down now, surely. 

          ❛ This should be the end. ❜

                         Care you clarify? The person before him torn in two, interests pulling the individual to shreds before his very eyes. Closed lids shield her for a fraction of a second && grant satisfaction as if she were invisible. ( Once she was. When you forget yourself, others will too— it hurts, to be looked through. But he sees her. ) Having written naught a thing her fingers attach pencil to clipboard, trembling fingers threaten to close the distance between them, but at the last moment before contact they pull back ought of the fear of being seen like this. Tongue dries inside her mouth, makes the words harder to push past parched lips. 

                          ❛ But I — I don’t think I want it to be. ❜

[kanieloutis]

Thank you for trying to make me smile, not today. You never know.

[realiist]

fittobounce:

ok but sara taking david under her wing ! — calling him by his actual name and not his unwanted prison tag —treating him when he comes in from being roughed up in the yard after he tries to fit in with any group possible after both the whites and blacks reject him —taking the time to counsel him after he pretends to have a seizure b/c why the hell would you ever go out of your way to do that for another inmate —teaching him that he can’t constantly drop racial & gay slurs without consequences and that they aren’t ok to use to begin with —offering to get him into ad seg even tho he declines the offer repeatedly —sara being there for him when no one else wants him  sara and david !