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“You will live. You need stitches.” He takes one of Stephen’s hands and brings it back up to hold a square of gauze to the cut while he takes a pulse from Stephen’s other wrist. One, two, three, four… This is livable, especially for falling out of a moving vehicle. Of course, that was all he saw happen, but doesn’t plan on sticking around to see the rest of it. He heard someone in the crowd on the phone with a real dispatcher a few minutes ago.

“Your pulse is… Normal. Breathing is stable.” He wipes the blood away with another gauze pad before he waves a keychain flashlight in front of Stephen’s eyes, checking for a concussion. The blood on the ground soaks into his socks through his strappy sandals.

“Can you tell me your name and birthday, please?”

      He looks around them again as he holds the square of gauze to his head and feels... well, two distinctly different notions; one: confused, and two: nauseous. The pavement seems unstable, spinning slowly, his eyes have trouble focusing on the faces of the strangers around him - what in the fuck has happened?

      With a click of his tongue, he moves the stranger’s hand away from his eyes, the jiggle of the shiny keys amplifying the sharp pain above his eyes and the ringing in his ears.

      “It’s --- it’s Stephen...” He turns his gaze to the pavement instead in the hopes of having something dull and calm to focus on --- big mistake. It only goes to spike the twisting of his stomach and he looks up to the other man again through the veil of blood over his right eye. “I --- listen, man ---" his train of thought seemingly cut off, he sighs, looks around them again, "--- listen, I can’t stick around.”

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      Okay, so where am I?

      Lying on the sidewalk - or, well, propped up on his elbows, but lying all the same. There’s a small gathering of people standing all around, blocking any shop or street signs from view. His elbows burn as though they’ve been scraped; his knuckles burn; and there’s a sharp pain right above his right eye. He can feel his heartbeat there and a touch to the area confirms that he’s bleeding; which would explain the blurry red in his vision.

      Okay - so what am I doing?

      There is a man - a skinny, tall man, with red hair and a beard, hovering over him. He moves Stephen’s hand away from the wound as soon as he reaches to touch it and gives him a short, impatient look before he resumes what Stephen assumes is tending to the cut. He frowns a confused little look in return and hisses when he feels a sharp sting right above his eye.

      “How bad is it, doc?”

Starter // @hiippocratic.

[jakegyllenhqal]

Do me a favor, captain. Go fuck yourself.

Jake Gyllenhaal as Detective Loki

Prisoners (2014)

[deisa]

Ignorance | i.d.

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BOLD what your muse can do. REPOST, don’t reblog. TAG ten some muses.

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms  | use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

tagged by: @exottics! tagging: @parlesloups / @viisvires, @panderseck, @palmburnt, @purloiin

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teeny tiny starter call. be sure to read stephen’s about and rules before clicking the little heart, though!

[ddemonio]

[undead-valley]

Jake Gyllenhaal / Prisoners

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palmburnt:

     ❛ mm - hm. ❜ 

    it’s not the first time he’s asked it tonight, but it hardly bothers her and goes over her head. the meal is far too good for any heavy thinking. all she knows for sure is that tomorrow, she’ll have to hit the highways once more and see if a trucker with some good sense will pick her up. the last time, she had to jump out of the car. in truth, the vehicle hadn’t been going very fast – but the bruise on her arm still aches.

    specifically, that incident is why she is here. through the charity of this man and his car. he doesn’t seem like any major threat; even is that is so, he bought her the ‘happy’ special. annie’s sold.

    he doesn’t appear to be eating his food very much – does he not like it ?

    annie slides her plate a little closer to his to offer a ‘ want some ? ’.

      “Hmm?” Distracted still as he attempts to figure things out - and failing miserably - he looks up at her, then down to her plate. He was never too much a fan of sweets but figures, what the hell. “Sure. Thanks.”

      Too awkward now to ask for her name... or how they know each other, or where they are (at least he knows what they’re doing, he thinks almost bitterly - having dinner). She’s far too young to be out on a date with him and, besides --- he’d never do that to Chelsea (would he?). What, then? Digging into her small mountain of pancakes with the side of his fork, he then stabs the little slice he’d cut for himself and shoves it in his mouth. In truth, he is quite hungry --- wonders why he hasn’t touched his own food very much.

      “Want some’a this?” Muttering around his mouthful of pancakes, he pushes his own plate little ways towards her.

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fashion/appearance stats       BOLD what applies to your muse.

TAGGED BY : @exottics <3 TAGGING : @palmburnt​ @wouldntlie @panderseck

BODY

long legs    /     short legs     /    average legs  /     slender thighs     /     thick thighs /    muscular thighs     /     skinny arms    /     soft arms    /     muscular arms    /     toned stomach   /    flat stomach  /     flabby stomach    /     soft stomach     /     six pack    /     beer belly     /  lean frame   /     muscular frame     /     voluptuous frame    /     petite frame     /     lanky frame    /     short nails     /    long nails     /    manicured nails    /     dirty nails    /     flat ass     /    toned ass  /     bubble butt   /     thick ass    /   small waist   /     thick waist     /     narrow hips    /    average hips   /     wide hips     /     big feet     /   average feet  /     small feet     /    soft feet    /   slender feet   /     calloused hands    /     soft hands     /     big hands   /    average hands /     small hands     /   long fingers    /     short fingers     /   average fingers    /    broad shouldered     /     underweight     /   average weight     /     overweight

HEIGHT

shorter than 140 cm     /     141 cm-150 cm     /     151 cm to 160 cm     /     161 cm to 170 cm    /     171 cm to 180cm  /     181 cm to 190 cm     /     191 cm to 2m     /     taller than 2 m.

SKIN

pale  /     rosy     /     olive     /    dark     /     tanned     /     blotchy     /     smooth /     acne     /   dry     /     greasy     /     freckled

EYES

small     /     large     /     average     /     grey   /     brown     /     blue     /     green     /     gold     /    hazel     /     doe - eyed     /     almond     /     close - set    /     wide - set     /     squinty     /     monolid     /   heavy eyelids   /     upturned     /     downturned

HAIR.

thin     /     thick  /     fine     /     normal     /     greasy     /     dry    /    soft     /     shiny     /    curly     /     frizzy     /     wild     /     unruly     /     straight     /     smooth   /     wavy    /     floppy    /    cropped     /     pixie - cut     /     shoulder length     /     back length     /     waist length    /     buzz cut     /     bald     /     jaw length     /     mohawk     /     white     /     platinum blonde     /     golden blonde     /     dirty blonde     /     blonde     /     ombre     /     light brown     /     mouse brown     /     chestnut brown     /     golden brown     /     chocolate brown   /    dark brown   /    jet black     /     ginger     /     auburn     /     dyed red     /     dyed an unnatural color     /     thin eyebrows     /    average eyebrows   /     thick eyebrows    

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS

no tattoos    /     one tattoo     /    a few here and there    /     multiple     /     full sleeve    /     thigh tattoo     /     neck tattoo     /     chest tattoo   /    no piercings     /     ear piercings  /     nose piercing     /     lip piercing     /     tongue piercing     /     eyebrow piercing     /     navel piercing /     cheek piercing     /     nipple piercing     /     genital piercing

COSMETICS

eyeliner    /   light eyeliner     /     heavy eyeliner    /     cat eyes   /     mascara   /     fake eyelashes    /    matte lipstick /    regular lipstick     /     lipgloss     /     red lips   /     pink lips     /     dark lips    /     bronzer    /     highlighter   /     eyeshadow    /     neutral eyeshadow     /     smoky eyes   /     colorful eyeshadow     /     blush     /     lipliner    /    light countouring    /     heavy contouring     /     powder     /   matte foundation   /     shiny foundation     /    concealer   /     wears regularly     /     occasionally wears  /   never wears

SCENT

floral     /     fruity    /     perfumes    /     aftershave    /     cocoa     /     moisturizer     /    shampoo     /   cigarettes   /     leather     /   sweat   /     food     /     incense     / marijuana   /    cologne     /   whiskey    /     wine    /     fried food     /     blood   /     fire     /     metal    /    ice

CLOTHES

jeans     /   tight pants   /     over knee socks     /     tights     /     leggings     /     yoga pants    /     pencil skirt  /     tight skirt    /     loose skirt     /   formfitting dress   /     cardigans     /     blouse    /     button up shirt  /     band t - shirt /     sweatpants     /   tank top   /   cutoff t - shirt /     designer     /     high street     /     online stores    /   thrift   /    lingerie    /     long skirt     /     miniskirt     /    maxidress     /     sundress     /     tie   /    tuxedo     /     cocktail dress    /     highslit dress/skirt     / t - shirt  /     loose clothing  /    tight clothing  /     jean shorts   /    sweater     /    sweater vest     /     khaki pants   /    suit     /    hoodie    /     harem pants     /    basketball shorts     /     boxers     /    briefs    /    thong    /     hotpants    /     hipster pants     /   bra   /     sportsbra     /     crop top    /     corset    /     ballerina skirt     /     leotard     /     polka dot     /     stripes     /     glitter     /     silk    /     lace     /     leather   /    velvet     /     chemise     /     patterns    /   florals     /     neon colors    /    pastels     /    black   /     dark colors    /     fur     /     faux fur

SHOES

sneakers     /   slip - ons    /     flats     /     slippers     /     sandals     /    high heels     /     kitten heels     /    ankle boots     /   combat boots     /   knee - high     /     platforms     /     stripper heels     /     bare feet   /    loafers    /     oxfords   /     gladiator shoes     /    boots

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exottics:

      “Yeah, sorry. Steve just rolls off the tongue easier, you know?” Cash gives a shrug before quickly changing the subject. The possibility of him actually respecting Stephen’s wishes is slim. He had already showed up at his motel without any prior discussion. Why would he start respecting his desires now? “So, back to your room or what? 

      Like fuck he’s letting a stranger into his room, familiarity or otherwise. Attention leaving Mr. Ruiz for but a brief moment, his gaze drifts to the clock on the opposite wall. it reads 12:17. 

      “Nah - let’s go for some lunch.” As the words leave him, he realizes he is actually quite hungry - can’t remember the last time he ate, he thinks, near bitterly. “Your treat.”

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text messages.

[ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you doing? [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to drunk text me rn? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey what are you doing? [ 📲 • sms ] —— didn’t you get my last text? [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you ignoring me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m so bored! [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey you 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— blue is definitely your color 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— ugh i wish you were here! [ 📲 • sms ] —— i think you’re going to like what you see 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— you’ve been on my mind all day today. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i can’t stop thinking about you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you gonna fall asleep on me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— NO don’t fall asleep on me again tonight! [ 📲 • sms ] —— you fell asleep on me last night! you owe me now [ 📲 • sms ] —— send me a picture 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey cutie! haven’t talked to you in a while! [ 📲 • sms ] —— why did you stop texting me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey can i call you now? [ 📲 • sms ] —— call me rather talk on the phone [ 📲 • sms ] —— sweet dreams….with me in them 😉 jk [ 📲 • sms ] —— oooooh, i like the sound of that 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you doing tomorrow? [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you wanna hang out tomorrow? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you wanna do tomorrow? ☺️ [ 📲 • sms ] —— you looked really good today. [ 📲 • sms ] —— can’t wait to see you xoxo [ 📲 • sms ] —— talk dirty to me [ 📲 • sms ] —— maybe i can stay the night with you tomorrow [ 📲 • sms ] —— dang you take long enough to text back. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you are the slowest texter ever. 😒 [ 📲 • sms ] —— i hate texting you sometimes. you take forever. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you take forever and a day to reply. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i was wondering where you went. [ 📲 • sms ] —— what happened? where did you go? [ 📲 • sms ] —— k. [ 📲 • sms ] —— ok that’s cool. [ 📲 • sms ] —— what’s wrong with you? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey where was you today? [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you wanna come over? [ 📲 • sms ] —— why are you texting me? i’m standing right beside you… [ 📲 • sms ] —— i hate one word texters. [ 📲 • sms ] —— stop one wording me. 😒 [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you mad at me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you wanna talk about? [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you like me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i love you 😍 [ 📲 • sms ] —— miss you 😘 [ 📲 • sms ] —— stop sending me that wink face. [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you okay? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m gonna take a shower brb [ 📲 • sms ] —— hold on i gotta do something real quick. [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to sext me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— my dog/cat said he/she missed you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— what’s your dog/cat doing? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you watching? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i see how it is 😜 [ 📲 • sms ] —— you can’t text me but you can be on facebook/twitter/instagram/ [ 📲 • sms ] —— how come you never text me anymore? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i gave you my number so you could text me punk 😛 [ 📲 • sms ] —— you never text me back anymore ☹️ [ 📲 • sms ] —— sorry didn’t mean to bug you [ 📲 • sms ] —— you only text me when i text you first. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you never text me first! [ 📲 • sms ] —— wanna go catch a movie tomorrow? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you mean by that status you posted? [ 📲 • sms ] —— guess what emoji is next to your name in my phone? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey stranger. stop being a stranger. [ 📲 • sms ] —— did you miss me? 😆 [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m looking through your pictures right now. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i saw that selfie you just posted. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you text me after i upload a bomb selfie i see. [ 📲 • sms ] —— it’s okay you don’t to lie to me. [ 📲 • sms ] —— aww, that was so sweet. ☺️  [ 📲 • sms ] —— aww, that just made me smile. ️☺️☺️  [ 📲 • sms ] —— i s2g i’m punching you so hard the next time i see you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i s2g you get on my nerves. [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey there ! remember me ? [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you going to ignore me again tomorrow?

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exottics:

    As Stephen enters the lobby, Mr. Ruiz stands leaning over the reception desk, chatting away to the woman stationed there, to what seems to be her displeasure, and messing with one of the plastic toys that had previously been sitting atop her computer monitor. He quickly straightens and turns on his heel once the other man addresses him, effectively relieving the cornered receptionist of his attention. 

A grin spreads across his face and he points a finger towards him, stolen toy still in hand. “–Steve, my man! What’s up?”  

      First name basis. Familiarity. Okay, so you know him. Casting the uncomfortable-looking receptionist a quick glance, he steps past her desk and juts an eyebrow towards Mr. Ruiz.

      “I told you before - it’s Stephen.” Probably, right? And the game Mr. Ruiz is playing is not exactly subtle, either. Stephen is going to forget within the next five minutes or so, and Ruiz will be able to call him Steve again and again until the end of time without even managing to really piss him off - because he wasn’t going to remember any of it.

      Still. Felt nice to play along. Maybe Ruiz doesn’t know of his condition. Who knows how many times they’ve met before?

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      Mr. Wright?                                     Yeah?       There’s someone waiting for you at reception. A Mr. Ruiz.

      He doesn’t know a Mr. Ruiz. Despite this, he hurries to make his way out of room number 12 and into the motel’s reception, lest he forgets. Mr. Ruiz. Mr. Ruiz. Who in the bloody fuck is Mr. Ruiz? Perhaps he’s not supposed to know -perhaps they’ve never met before. Really, there’s no way of knowing, save for, perhaps, watching for Mr. Ruiz’s behavior.

      Stepping inside through the back door that leads into the inner courtyard of the motel, he closes it behind him before surveying the room. The only other person there save for himself and the receptions is who he assumes is Mr. Ruiz. He doesn’t recognize him.

      “Hey, man.”

Starter // @exottics.

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purloiin:

    “Yeah, sure.”  From the same pocket the cigarette were procured from, he retrieves engraved Zippo lighter he had lifted the night before. The lighter is lit with a flick of his thumb before he wordlessly reaches out and holds it just beneath the other man’s smoke, waiting until its lit to pull away. He wasn’t going to risk a stranger stealing the newest addition to his collection. 

      Without too much thought on the matter, he steps closer and dips his head as to bring the tip of the cigarette to the flame. On a long inhale, he steps back, arms crossing over his chest before he blows the smoke out to the air above them in a thin stream. Glancing at the other man again, he mutters around the filter, “Cold as balls out.”