#esperanzaling

[thebabelfishboy]

Ports

[ esperanzaling ]

“The body’s rejecting the old ports.”  - - -

The worst thing about it all, was that he was conscious. It would have been a relief to have passed out, but the drugs were keeping him wide awake. There was, however, an added bonus that parts of him were blessedly numb. 

He was strapped to an upright operating table, arms locked in front of him with his head turned to the side. Next to him, they had placed Esperanza on a bed with her feet and hands shackled. She was still unconscious, and Leeland half hoped she wouldn’t wake up. 

There had been Doctors and technicians at his back, and he knew from the tugging sensations that they had been removing his old ports. The blood had seeped down into his white scrub trousers and pooled around his feet. 

[thebabelfishboy]

[ esperanzaling ]

The cells were just as he remembered them. Very white, bright, bare and a few degrees warmer than was comfortable. But the cells were not about comfort. Even the cot in the corner of the room was how he remembered it, minus the blankets he used to hide under. 

Stomach rolling, his fingers scrunched against the floor as he tried to keep the bile down. The drugs running through his system made him feel like he had the worst case of travel sickness. Worse still were the beads of sweat that were collecting on his forehead and slightly numbness of his finger tips. 

He was sat in the far corner of the small room near a ventilation grate. There was light from the next cell as well as a small breeze blowing through it. For a moment he thought he could hear a voice, and it reminded him that they hadn’t taken his hearing aids. 

“...Tuck my bloody clothes though. Gits.” He mumbled, glancing down at the white hospital scrubs he’d been forced to wear. 

[thebabelfishboy]

[ esperanzaling ]

“Project 42 has been successfully retrieved, sir, but we’re getting secondary readings in the area.” There was quiet over the comms link as the black suited guards swept and cleared the area. Nothing to see here. Move along. And within a few minutes it was as if Leeland had never been there. 

The guard pressed a hand to him comms, listening intently. “Confirmed. A secondary retrieval unit is in the area.” He signalled to the other guards as they made their way over to Ling Industries. 

[shatter-the-stars]

There were many people that Shatterstar knew, and a great deal that he did not. And then, yet again, people he knew of in passing or through other friends or compatriots. Esperanza Ling was the latter.

"Miss Ling?" Shatterstar shifted the wrapped bundle in his arms in order to politely knock. How he had found her remained a rather secure secret (though the amount of detective movies he had seen was astounding) but the Mojoworlder had been a former detective, after all. "I was wondering if you could help me."

[doctormadamemcsplode-archive]

Accidental Girls' Night

[She doesn't notice the girl behind her as she dances, stepping backwards and knocking into her] Oh my god, I am so sorry!