#barry open

[cursedvessels]

open to anyone !! ↳ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ; ʙᴀʀʀʏ 28-40. Clone. ex-teacher. works odd jobs/mechanic/construction. occasional tutoring when permitted. fractured memory from merging of past lives/clones into one being after expendables project was shut down. split personalities from defective merging. relationship: partner, friend, close friend, unknown/unrequited feelings, anything goes, y/m knows barry's past/that he was a clone plot: little angst, little fluff...cuties on a road trip get lost is the main premise & Barry doesn't do well with stress @indiestarter

"We're lost, aren't we?" Barry looks at the other with a mix of frustration and attempted calm...He's trying not to blame them, but it's becoming very difficult when they were the ones that had suggested that this was the way after Barry had insisted it was not.

"Yeah, don't trust the clone, I get it," they scoff a bit irritably, rolling their eyes and turning away. It's rude to imply they would even think of treating them that way, but they can't help it...They're tired and hungry and their car has run out of gas 20 miles from the nearest town. Still, he pauses, reconsiders those words...He swallows thickly.

"No, I didn't mean that...I just-- I thought we were sticking to the plan, the map, you know? I can read a map, so..." A shrug, hands tossed at his sides. "Why didn't you trust me?"

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Abducted || OPEN

On a hot, sunny day in June, he had completely gone dark. No GPS signal, no comms, no nothing. Team Flash had done absolutely everything they could to find him, with no success. So Central City had to rely on them to keep it safe...without the Flash.

Weeks went by. Still not even a trace.

The afternoon of July 4th, a barbecue got out of hand. It was windy, and the flames consumed the apartment building nearby. A bright red streak surrounded by lightning picked out the people inside one by one, leaving them a safe distance from the fire. No one could believe that they Flash had come back. Onlookers took pictures for social media.

Once everyone was safe and sound, Barry collapsed in the grass. His suit was shredded, hanging loosely on his body, splattered with stains of sweat, blood, and bile. He was unconscious.

[wanted-to-do-more]

|| OPEN

Barry wasn't really listening. His mind was a million miles away. He barely even noticed the other has come in, let alone that they were talking to him. Their voice was just a hum in the background of his thoughts, like a noise making machine, keeping him only more focused on his thoughts.

[wanted-to-do-more]

Case Closed || OPEN rp

“No!” Barry screamed, slamming his fist against the table. His hands were balled into fists, and his body shook with fury. He kept his gaze low. “You mean to tell me…that while my father spent FIFTEEN years in prison for killing my mother - a crime he DID NOT COMMIT…THIS man gets to walk because of a TECHNICALITY!” He stormed out of the police department, disappearing down the street.

[cursedvessels]

anyone want my baby boy Barry?

[cursedvessels]

open starter with ↳ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ; ʙᴀʀʀʏ

"Are you asking if being a clone makes me any less of a person? because that seems like a really irrelevant question right now."

[cursedvessels]

open to anyone!! ↳ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ; ʙᴀʀʀʏ 28-40. Clone. ex-teacher. works odd jobs/mechanic/construction. occasional tutoring when permitted. fractured memory/personalities from merging of past lives into one being after expendables project was shut down.

"Have you...ever confused dreams with life..like- like- like real life? Like, is that- is that normal, uhh...or is that- is that something I- I should tell my therapist..?"

Of course, he's only asking them because he doesn't have a therapist...hard to find one that takes clones at a reasonable cost.

[cursedvessels]

open to anyone !! ↳ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ; ʙᴀʀʀʏ 28-40. Clone. ex-teacher. works odd jobs/mechanic/construction. occasional tutoring when permitted. fractured memory from merging of past lives/clones into one being after expendables project was shut down. split personalities from defective merging. @indiestarter

The door swings open and Barry turns around slowly, a quirked brow on his face. He had been standing there long enough, he was starting to think no one was coming. He had been glancing at his watch to make sure he had the right time and, sure enough, it's within the window that they'd been told to take the unit over...They're just there to set it up, make sure it's working properly. Shouldn't take more than an hour. If they ever get inside, that is. It doesn't help that it's pouring rain and the damn thing is beginning to slip in his fingers. It's heavy, but he doesn't wanna put it down since the ground is already soaked and likely would quickly soak through the cardboard. He's trying to be polite. Take good care of this person's purchase.

"Hiii," he hums, a little bit of confusion in his voice. He flicks dripping wet locks back from his eyes, glancing over at the stranger's house number. "I got a...refrigerator? Am I...at the right place, or..?" Considering how long it had taken them to come to the door, he's a little worried he was going to have to carry the damn thing back to the truck.