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BONES SENTENCE STARTERS / s01e01 - s01e04
❛ Look, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your friends but, next time you should identify yourself before attacking me. ❜
❛ If you drive one more block, I’m screaming ‘kidnap’ out the window. ❜
❛ What? Do you want me to spit in my hand? We’re Scully and Mulder. ❜
❛ I hate psychology and you’re just horny. ❜
❛ I don’t know about the rest of my life but I sure as hell wish I was alone right now. ❜
❛ I hate it when you make paranoia plausible, it’s like sliding off a cliff. ❜
❛ My most meaningful relationships are with dead people! ❜
❛ You ever think you come off kind of distant because you connect too much? ❜
❛ I hate psychology, it’s a soft science. ❜
❛ Offer up a little bit of yourself every once and awhile. Just… tell somebody something you’re not completely certain you want them to know. ❜
❛ Don’t be nice to me after I got you in trouble. ❜
❛ Your heart was in the right place. ❜
❛ No, I’m not a heart person, you’re a heart person, I’m a brain person. ❜
❛ My fight or flight response is heavily weighted toward flight. ❜
❛ It’s not magic. It’s a logical recreation of events based on evidence. ❜
❛ You know, you being a good shot and doing martial arts, it’s all your way of dealing. ❜
❛ Who knows better than you how fragile life can be? ❜
❛ That something you don’t like to talk about? Families? ❜
❛ Partners, they share things, builds trust. ❜
❛ Stalk me and I will kick your ass. ❜
❛ She only shot him in the leg. Once. ❜
❛ Ughh, you need to get out of the lab you know, watch TV, turn on the radio, anything! ❜
❛ You know, it’s okay to be upset. ❜
❛ I wish this is the worst thing I’d seen. ❜
❛ So what do we do, group hug? ❜
❛ I’m sorry but I don’t understand the advantage of compromise. ❜
❛ You’re making it personal. That doesn’t help. ❜
❛ All of us die a little bit on one like this. ❜
❛ Hard at work? There’s a shocker. ❜
❛ I think he likes you. God if I were you, I’d buy a ticket on that ride. ❜
❛ You know it’s not that scary. You have a few drinks. You move to the music. You might even smile. ❜
❛ It’s best to just ride it out, like an earthquake. ❜
❛ You can’t make wild accusations about somebody’s personal life based on a feeling! ❜
❛ I’m a constant surprise. ❜
❛ She has enough pent up sexual energy to power a small mid-western city. ❜
❛ I’m not angry. Believe me, you do not want to see me angry. That’s the last thing you want to see. ❜
❛ You can always count on the dead. ❜
❛ I need subtitles walking in here. ❜
❛ What’s the big deal? Is it so odd for you that I have someone in my life? ❜
❛ Alright, you know, you have to quit using the word segue and eschew. They sound French. ❜
❛ You just said that as though it’s a good thing and you know what? It’s a very, very sad comment on your personal life. ❜
❛ Fanaticism and logic don’t go hand in hand. ❜
❛ Where are the reinforcements? Aren’t there always reinforcements? ❜
❛ You know you really picked an odd time to have this conversation. ❜
❛ There’s no pleasure in taking someone’s life. Nothing to celebrate. ❜
❛ Somebody is decomposing as we speak. ❜
❛ This is a work zone. Do not talk sex at work. ❜
❛ All right, look, we’ve got about a forty-five minute drive. What do you say we pass it in quiet meditation. ❜
❛ You know I’m glad we had that little chat about being nice to the locals. ❜
❛ Last time you had a gun you shot someone. ❜
❛ My gut says it stinks. ❜
❛ I thought we understood each other. ❜
❛ I don’t like people who think they’re better than other people. ❜
❛ Some people are better than other people. ❜
❛ It’s sad. Try to remember that. ❜
❛ I’m not a sociopath. ❜
❛ You’re bad with people, okay. No use being offended by the fact. ❜
❛ There are some things you learn by doing… riding a bike, driving a car, pleasing a woman. ❜
❛ You have no idea of how open minded I can be. ❜
❛ Hmm? See, look at that. It stinks. Go ahead, smell it. You know you wanna smell it. It stinks. ❜
❛ I promise you I will find out the truth. ❜
❛ That was not wild and kinky sex. It was very, very basic beginner stuff. Just so you know. ❜
❛ I’m tired of being lied to, so excuse me if I’m indelicate. ❜
❛ You’re the least objective person I have ever met. ❜
❛ Maybe if you opened your mind we could find out the actual truth. ❜
❛ Dude, minty burp, still burp. ❜
❛ Sometime when you’re not busy, I wonder if I could ask you a few questions about sexual positions. ❜
❛ I will always know the difference between hope and fact. ❜
❛ What I believe doesn’t matter. What makes me sad doesn’t matter. ❜
❛ That cynicism you affect, it’s your way of hiding your deeply romantic nature. ❜
❛ Well this is where a public school education comes in handy. Divide and conquer was the playground motto. ❜
❛ If you don’t want to help me just say so. ❜
❛ Just do it. Reap the benefits of my sexual wisdom. ❜
❛ So, uh, what part of ‘this is mine’ did you not understand? Do I have to say it in Latin? ❜
❛ Just because you say it in that definitive tone doesn’t mean it means anything to me. ❜
❛ It’s time to live a little, connect with other people. ❜
❛ Are you suggesting I take this opportunity to have sex with [name] on a field trip? ❜
❛ You’re a smart ass, you know that? ❜
❛ Objectively I’d say I’m very smart, although it has nothing to do with my ass. ❜
❛ It’s an old FBI trick, I’m going to ask somebody who lives here. ❜
❛ What’s the fastest way to ship a human arm? ❜
❛ It gave me a few ideas if I ever want to kill someone and get rid of the body. ❜
❛ Don’t forget, the heroine always catches the bad guy. ❜
❛ You’d be surprised…when survival instincts kick in… ❜
❛ According to that Peruvian soccer team that crashed in the Andes, human flesh tastes like frogs’ legs. ❜
❛ If we were a Peruvian soccer team and crashed into the Andes. Who would you rather eat, me or [name]? ❜
❛ What do you think our chances are of keeping this quiet? ❜
❛ I don’t know if a wall of knives is evidence, but it sure is creepy. ❜
❛ Fun and a drink, where do we find that? ❜
❛ I shouldn’t be talking shop, not with such a beautiful woman in my arms. ❜
❛ You’re the hottest thing this town has seen in a long time. ❜
❛ Now that is somebody who wants to eat your heart. ❜
❛ I mean the whole perfect idea of love is that two people become one…now that’s a kind of consumption. ❜
❛ Look, you’re nuts, ok. We get it. We don’t need to hear the rambling psycho speech on why you did it. ❜
(( I got sick for like two weeks and felt like death but I’ll be back soon to do replies! Sorry y’all! ))
Scott initially had approached to talk some mad smack but soon paused and cursed to himself under his breath that "shit, hes kinda hot..."
Ryan sat on the short wall that divided the RED and BLU bases, looking out at the sunset. Ugh... he could see the BLU Scout approaching him. This was the last thing he wanted right now.
"What do ya want, BLU?" He asked harshly. " 'M jus' sittin' here. I don't want no trouble."
“A little blood never hurt anyone." Says the one who's head wound is pissing blood down his face. "Now where did our target run off to?"
@rubyscout
Ryan hadn't seen what had happened to the other Scout, as he was preoccupied with dodging bullets and whatever else the BLU team decided to throw at them. Honestly, he was so distracted in trying to see where the Engineer had run off too, that he didn't notice the blood pouring from Shawn's face until the other had mentioned it.
"Shit, man. You alright?" He asked, wide-eyed.
He grabbed Shawn by the arm and pulled him behind a building. Ryan pressed his back against the cold wall and peeked around the edge, his arm extended, palm pressed against Shawns chest; gently pushing him back into the wall. Once he deemed that the coast was clear, he turned to face the Scout.
"Of course ya ain't worried about it." He laughed, ripping a strip off the bottom of his shirt and holding it against the wound.
"I didn't exactly see where he went... BUT I think i might know!"
Shawn had let Ryan pull him behind that building as he covered their backs. Gun up and aiming at a BLU that was on their tail. Firing a couple of rounds, he grinned as the BLU crumbled to the ground.
Now, with his back against the wall and Ryan's hand pressed against his chest, he fell silent. Listening closely, ignoring what he thought was a few drops of blood dripping down his face.
"Well I in my defense, I can't see how bad the wound is." Shawn chuckled before hissing as Ryan held the piece of cloth against his head wound.
"Yeah?" He asked as he took to holding the cloth himself. "Heh, I love a good hunt... Well, let's tie this thing around my head and move out!"
Ryan used these few moments of quiet to examine the wound on Shawn's face. It wasn't too bad, but it was definitely bleeding quite a bit. He was able to get most of the blood off the actual cut before Shawn took the rag from him, and it looked like a bullet had grazed him.
" 'S not too bad. I think ya took a bullet to the dome. It jus' grazed ya, so you should be fine for now. But we need to get ya to a Medic soon, I can't have ya bleedin' out on me." He said, gently squeezing the others shoulder.
"So," Ryan turned around and pointed at a little alleyway between two buildings. "I'm pretty positive I saw the Engineer go that way. From what I remember, that alley leads to our control point. If I were an Engie, I would set my shit up there. Easy pickin's.. Ya know?"
{closed starter for @pancakes-and-bubblegum}
Today had been a very long, and very aggravating day. All Ryan wanted to do was go out to a bar and get drunk; just to forget about the day. As soon as he was able to leave his base, he did, heading to the small town a mile down the road. He had decided to walk there today, knowing that he'd probably have too much to drink to drive himself back home.
Once arriving at the small dive bar, he walked in, the smell of old beer and cigarettes meeting his nose. Ryan sighed as he looked around. It wasn't the nicest looking bar, but it was the only one in town. At least there were people dancing in the back, and that made the place seem a little more lively. He took a seat at the bar and flagged down the bartender, ordering a whisky sour; which the bartender handed him remarkably quickly. Ryan sighed again, downed his drink, and ordered another. He was trying to get drunk enough to want to dance and not care enough to make a fool out of himself.
It was just a minute or two later that he would hear someone sit beside him. A lithe, curvy figure leaned on the counter, ordering a Shirley Temple and waiting patiently to receive the drink. Soon, however, a pair of golden amber eyes slid over to look at Ryan, gaze dragging up and down his form. "Hey there, sugah~" He greeted in a friendly manner, turning a little more towards the scout, crossing one long leg over the other and leaning his elbow on the counter. "Buy you a drink?"
Ryan turned his head to look at the other when he spoke, giving him a small smile. "Hey.. Sure why not?"
The man next to him intrigued Ryan. He seemed different.... Not in a bad way, but in a way he couldn't exactly put his finger on. Maybe it was his unique eye color or the fact the he ordered a shirley temple? Dispite that, Ryan was just happy to have some company other than his annoying teammates.
"Name's Ryan." He said, sticking his hand out to the other. "Thanks for tha drink."
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“ you made me bleed on my shirt— i fucking loved this shirt! ”
“Calm down, lad.” Natasha casually rolled her eye while she tended to his nose she may or may not have allowed it break when trying to catch him. “The blood will come out with cold water and if we do it immediately before popping it into the washer.”
What a way for a reunion between them. Honestly, she doesn’t mind. A bit of humor was on her scarred lips as she examined his face. “Your nose will be alright. Afraid it’ll ruin your handsome image?”
redscoutsgotyourback:
Ryan hadn’t changed much in the years he’d been gone; his hair was longer and his undercut had grown out. He was also more fit than before, as he finally decided to take care of himself a while back. Overall he looked pretty much the same, although he did look a bit worn out.
“That bad, huh?” He asked, shaking his head. The team Ryan had been sent to had fallen apart the last year he was there. Medic’s butchering team members. Soldiers not knowing a gun from a rock on the ground… “It isn’t like it used ta be.”
He had let his eyes fall to the floor while he spoke, only to jump slightly when she grabbed him. “Oh, shit! I almost forgot. Well, they taught ya well. You scared the shit outta me.” He chuckled.
“So, how have ya been? I kinda missed you.. Or, like, ya know… Workin’ with you.” Ryan ran his fingers through his hair, smiling slightly.
The first thing that came to mind when she saw the Scout again was that he needs a haircut. Badly. She exhaled softly through her nostrils while mustering the courage to smile at him about the news.
“There’s quite some old faces back. Dodo is one of them. Remember him?” Of course she wasn’t sure if Ryan remembered that old Medic. A mental note was made to visit him soon.
Her smile soon grew a bit, a sincere kind. “I missed you too, love. It’s good to see you again. I feel like you missed a lot but, well, same ol’ chaos here. Not sure you know this but, I have two children. One in college and one in school.” Despite the talk of her children, there was no sight of a wedding band on her left ring finger.
Ryan wasn't sure if he remembered the Medic, though the name did sound familiar. Finally, the blood had stopped pouring from his nose, and he let out a sigh of relief when he noticed. He gently touched the bridge, and winced, internally cringing at the idea of the two black eyes he's bound to have soon.
"Oh shit, no way!" He said excitedly. "I rememba you mentioning ya kids a few years back. They're that old now? I bet you're very proud of 'em!"
He stood up from his chair and cracked his back, looking down at his blood-covered hands and clothes. "Jeez, I betta go wash up.. I look like hell." He walked a few steps towards the restroom and excused himself for a minute to go wash his hands. Once in the bathroom he finally caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror; the break wasn't bad, and his eyes were swollen a bit and black.
"Damn," he said, exiting the restroom. "I look like shit! Oh, and sorry 'bout your shirt." Ryan had pretty much bled all over Natasha.
{silent/action starters} *runs into at full speed*
Ren gave a soft grunt as he was barreled into, falling back on his back. However, he rolled over onto his side to see what hellion had decided to bowl him over. The spy had absolute MURDER in his eyes, a snarl on his breath. Unfortunately, it had to be one of his own teammates. Renée let out an annoyed huff, pulling himself to his feet and dusting off his suit. He didn't bother calling out after the other, his eyes promising a conversation later about watching where you're going and cutting back on energy drinks. "Rowdy heart attack with legs..."
Ryan was so focused on running, that he barely saw the Spy, and by the time that he did, he didn't have any time to move out of the way. When he collided with the other, he almost tripped and fell, just barely catching himself. Surprisingly, it took him a few moments to realize what had happened, and when he did, he stopped sprinting and turned around. Just in time to watch the Spy stand up and dust himself off.
"Oh, shit..." He thought, standing there for a minute. Did he actually want to go over and apologize to him? He almost didn't until he saw the look on the others face, and decided it was better to talk now. Who knows what would happen if he were to just leave.
Ryan jogged slowly to Renée, a slightly scared look on his face. "H-hey, man. Sorry 'bout that... Ya know how it is. Sometime's ya jus' can't stop in time." he said with a small chuckle. "You good, dude?"
♪: three songs that remind me of my muse. ☢: something my muse is afraid of
♪: three songs that remind me of my muse:
MONEY - The Warning Save Yourself - Stabbing Westward Bound For The Floor - Local H
☢: something my muse is afraid of:
Spiders. Hes terrified! Like full blown panic attack if he sees one bigger than like a penny lol
{closed starter for @pancakes-and-bubblegum}
Today had been a very long, and very aggravating day. All Ryan wanted to do was go out to a bar and get drunk; just to forget about the day. As soon as he was able to leave his base, he did, heading to the small town a mile down the road. He had decided to walk there today, knowing that he'd probably have too much to drink to drive himself back home.
Once arriving at the small dive bar, he walked in, the smell of old beer and cigarettes meeting his nose. Ryan sighed as he looked around. It wasn't the nicest looking bar, but it was the only one in town. At least there were people dancing in the back, and that made the place seem a little more lively. He took a seat at the bar and flagged down the bartender, ordering a whisky sour; which the bartender handed him remarkably quickly. Ryan sighed again, downed his drink, and ordered another. He was trying to get drunk enough to want to dance and not care enough to make a fool out of himself.
(( really feeling a borderlands au rn ))
(( writing a complete new backstory for Ry and it just keeps getting longer and longer lol. how long is too long for a backstory? ))
♐: is my muse blunt or do they beat around the bush?
♑: is my muse an optimist or a pessimist?
♒: is my muse emotional or more detached?
♐: is my muse blunt or do they beat around the bush?
It depends on who Ryan is talking to. If he doesn't like you, he has no problem being very blunt. If he's close to you or nervous about something he'll beat around the bush, unless it's something important, then he'll be blunt. He tries to be kind with his bluntness if its a sensitive topic, i.e.; relationship advice.
♑: is my muse an optimist or a pessimist?
A few years ago he was very much a pessimist. He hated himself and everything else the world had to offer. He didn't see a real future for himself, especially being a Scout. Although after a lot of soul searching and meeting the right people, he's slowly learned to be more optimistic. It's helped him better himself and become a better member of the RED team.
♒: is my muse emotional or more detached?
He's always been very emotional. He likes to pretend to be detached sometimes, but deep down, he feels everything very strongly.
“ you made me bleed on my shirt— i fucking loved this shirt! ”
"Calm down, lad." Natasha casually rolled her eye while she tended to his nose she may or may not have allowed it break when trying to catch him. "The blood will come out with cold water and if we do it immediately before popping it into the washer."
What a way for a reunion between them. Honestly, she doesn't mind. A bit of humor was on her scarred lips as she examined his face. "Your nose will be alright. Afraid it'll ruin your handsome image?"
Ryan hadn't changed much in the years he'd been gone; his hair was longer and his undercut had grown out. He was also more fit than before, as he finally decided to take care of himself a while back. Overall he looked pretty much the same, although he did look a bit worn out.
"That bad, huh?" He asked, shaking his head. The team Ryan had been sent to had fallen apart the last year he was there. Medic's butchering team members. Soldiers not knowing a gun from a rock on the ground... "It isn't like it used ta be."
He had let his eyes fall to the floor while he spoke, only to jump slightly when she grabbed him. "Oh, shit! I almost forgot. Well, they taught ya well. You scared the shit outta me." He chuckled.
"So, how have ya been? I kinda missed you.. Or, like, ya know... Workin' with you." Ryan ran his fingers through his hair, smiling slightly.
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☺: three things that make my muse happy
☻: three things that make my muse sad
✝: any religious beliefs my muse has
☎ : my muse’s ringtone
♫: three of my muse’s favorite songs
♪: three songs that remind me of my muse
★: a wish my muse has
☑: something my muse has accomplished that they’re proud of
☢: something my muse is afraid of
☂: what my muse does on a rainy day
→: is my muse any good with directions?
☮: is my muse a happy person?
웃: three people that are important to my muse
☃: does my muse like the holidays?
☯: is my muse more idealistic or cynical?
▲: my muse’s happiest memory
✄: is my muse creative?
⌘: was my muse good in school?
✿: is my muse an outdoors person?
♈: the most daring thing your muse has ever done
♉: is my muse prone to jealousy?
♊: is my muse smart?
♋: is my muse emotional?
♌: three things my muse is enthusiastic about
♍: is my muse shy?
♎: is my muse vain or cocky?
♏: something my muse obsesses over
♐: is my muse blunt or do they beat around the bush?
♑: is my muse an optimist or a pessimist?
♒: is my muse emotional or more detached?
♓: my muse’s biggest secret
“ you made me bleed on my shirt— i fucking loved this shirt! ”
"Calm down, lad." Natasha casually rolled her eye while she tended to his nose she may or may not have allowed it break when trying to catch him. "The blood will come out with cold water and if we do it immediately before popping it into the washer."
What a way for a reunion between them. Honestly, she doesn't mind. A bit of humor was on her scarred lips as she examined his face. "Your nose will be alright. Afraid it'll ruin your handsome image?"
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Ryan huffed, crossing his arms as Natasha tried to stop the blood pouring from his nose. “Pft.. Yeah… Okay.”
He watched her carefully as she worked, wincing when she pressed a cloth against his nose. “Ya know ya didn’t have ta break my nose jus’ ta get my attention.” He joked, winking at her. “An’ nah.. Tha ladies love a rough ‘n’ tough lookin’ guy. It adds mystery!”
This time she held back a chuckle from the way he huffed and crossed his arms. As if he was acting like a child and she is his mother lecturing him for getting into a fight.
She rolled her eye once more before she decided to pinch his nose to give him a kick of it. “Oops, my bad.” The bleeding should stop soon from the looks of it. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sure they would like to be the one to tend to your nose, not me.”
Ryan wincing, shooed her hand away from his nose. "Ow! Well, I didn't ask ya to... I woulda been more than happy to go tha Medic."
He gently pinched his nose and tilted his head up, squinting suspiciously at her. "Where'd ya even come from? I didn't see ya when I was runnin' by."
He hadn't seen Natasha in a long time after he switched bases, and it was nice to see her... even if she had accidentally broken his nose.
