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[easytrusted]

“it’s my job to protect you.” [ : ) ]

      a sigh is released from a stiff jaw , reluctant as he may be she is not wrong . hazel eyes shift from where they have drifted away , sheepish gaze meeting hers with a solemn nod of his head . ‘ i know , ‘ he almost flinches at the sound of his own voice , it sounds like an open wound . ‘ i just —- i reckon i didn’t think a cough reason enough to bother the two of you , that’s all . i– ‘ posture is bent in half as another fit of coughs wrecks through his lungs , an invisible noose tightening around his throat . when he speaks , the open wound in his voice is bleeding . ‘ — guess i thought it’d pass well enough on it’s own . ‘

[stormlit]

( @hctchered )

     ❝ yeah, see, before i joined the band i was army. a--a shell hit my jeep and it flipped three times. three times, i’m telling you! ❞ three operations on his back, too --- it’s a good thing they’re the same number. makes ‘em easier to remember.  ❝ i have trouble remembering things, but i’ve always been able to remember music. ---how’d’ya like the music? ❞

[toccoamade]

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         ❝  i don’ get it ; you said the bleeding was internal , doc . that’s where the blood is supposed to be , aint it ? ❞

[alldocsgotoheaven]

@hctchered:

His words caused her to huff, hands curling into fists at her sides as she dragged a deep breath into her lungs. The day had been long, and he had caught her at a bad time, tired mind using the wrong word which was what caused the joke.

“I fuckin’ know, Wade. Don’t need ya picking apart my wordin’ to know.”

He gestured with his palms up, an attempt to be placating. "Loud and clear, Hatcher. My bad."

Aside from being few and far between, his jokes were starting to feel brittle, and he decided to watch his tongue a little closer. "You wanna get a second opinion on that?" he asked mildly, sitting down next to her. "I don't mind a little pro bono consulting for fellow professionals."

[easytrusted]

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EYY listen up @hctchered is?? Quality Swede Content (TM) ok?? she’S HILARIOUS to talk to nd her writing is so good?? it kills me?? especially her angsty fucking drabbles like hello yes i’d like to order a tall glass of PAIN AND SUFFERING!! claire is honestly one of the best ocs i’ve ever interacted with ok, roe cares abt her sm nd has Obviously poured so much of her time and energy into researching and developing this amazing!! character!! honestly i didn’t rly expect to see any familiar faces when i came back to the historical rp scene, but!!! i was so excited to see roe was still around!!!!!! nd that she was still writing claire made me so happy?? i love this oc nd roe is a Top Quality Meme (TM) 10/10! 

[stormlit]

        ❝ hiya? hi. ❞ this base couldn’t look more different to the barracks back home, and yet it feels exactly the same. yeah, alright, the accents are weird (weirder than the couple of scousers or geordies, which is saying something), but georgie reckons she’ll get used to the protocols pretty quickly. she’s adaptable, after all...and glad to be here. she was ready to throw herself right back in again, after getting back from kenya, almost to prove that she’s alright after everything---but a few months in the states isn’t gonna harm her mental health, and hopefully she’ll learn some things she can take back to the squaddies at pirbright. always looking for the next adventure. the next place she can do some good. those times make up for the bad. mostly.

        ❝ lance corporal lane. i was told to report here for orientation and such? ❞

@hctchered // liked for georgie!

[alldocsgotoheaven]

@hctchered:

Fingers ran over the already open crate, the contents gleaming in the dim light of the tent. It was mainly chocolate bars, together with some packets of crackers and cans of something conserved, and she had been on her way to snatch a few when he had ambushed her.

She didn’t look guilty, however, fingers snatching up a chocolate bar to wave in his face as she spoke.

“No one would notice.” There was a grin as she slipped the bar into her bag, already turning to slip the wooden lid of the crate back in place. “They ‘ave enough of ‘em to last months. Besides, officers don’t eat chocolate, didn’t ya know that?”

"I'm someone who's just noticed, and I’m assuming you noticed, so you’re up to two," he pointed out, drumming his fingers absently against the lid, "But I wasn't gonna stop you. If you're already stealing don't just steal one, that's a waste of time."

His voice was hushed, just out of habit --no one would be checking here anytime soon-- and he eased the crate back open too soundlessly for it to not seem practiced, fingertips trailing lazily over the pristine labels. "And I don't know if I can't eat it, I just know I haven't gotten the chance. My company's got a sweet tooth."