#ncvarr0

[labgrown]

@ncvarr0 for gracie.

People in white lab coats. It was something she was used to but never liked. Everything about Alpha Corp. laboratory felt so clinical, so sterile and unkind but she was used to it. After all, it was all she knew.

Dr. Serra-Navarro however, he was unlike the others. He was nicer to her, treated her more like a person than his colleagues. Once in awhile he'd spoil her by bringing her a treat whether it was a piece of chocolate or a snack from his childhood, he tried to make her feel more at ease.

And truth be told, she had grown quite attached to him. The others treated her like the weapon they created her to be; they tip-toed around her, they were detached and cold.

She remembered quite fuzzily the day he took her out of the incubation chamber, she was wet and cold from the fluid and half-asleep. His kindly face reflected back at her and the way he fussed over her and cleaned her up and dried her off was something akin to a parent, or the closest thing she could conceptualize as a parent.

Once in a rare blue moon, she'd break out of her confined space and run amuck, causing harmless chaos. But this time, this time was different. Abbey was the one causing the chaos and it was much less friendly. The lab was facing destruction quite rapidly as her plants took over. The first floor was practically swarmed with her spores and vines.

In the midst of her crusade, Gracie had fled, feeling freer than ever. The second floor's electricity was getting sketchy, some areas were dark while others flickered. The main hall however seemed the most stable for now. Workers scrambled around as they fought to maintain the control that was quickly slipping through their fingers by the minute.

She had found Dr.Serra in his office, looking agitated and concerned. Stress etched itself onto his brow as his attention was =on anything but her. Quietly, she entered the space and peered from behind him.

"Boo."

[sacredpyre]

❛ how can you be this cheery already? we haven’t even had breakfast. ❜

Ah, not much of a morning person. Honestly, Alena couldn't blame him. In their line of work there wasn't much to be happy about. Lifting a shoulder in a nonchalant shrug, Alena fixed him with a warm smile. A bit softer now after his question.

"No, not cheery just...hopeful." Dropping her gaze, the blonde slowly shook her head. "You're right, though. I'm straving. In the mood for anything?"

@ncvarr0

[ofrequiem]

“You look like you could use another drink… or a bad decision.”

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 / @ncvarr0

          she  barely  manages  to  lift  her  head  from  the  counter  of  the  bar  when  she  hears  a  familiar  voice.  not  because  she's  totally  wasted,  but  because  she's  in  a  bad  mood  and  simply  wants  the  world  to  disappear  around  her  for  a  little  bit.  but  -  more  than  that,  she  doesn't  want  to  be  rude  and  pretend  like  she  didn't  hear  him.  that  wasn't  very  nice  -  and  what  if  he  ended  up  hating  her  because  of  it?  grace  had  enough  anxiety  for  this  entire  bar  without  adding  to  it  unnecessarily.

“  .  .  .  too  late,  i  already  regret  things,  i  put  s-sooo  much  real  money  into  my  webkinz  account  earlier,”  she  bemoaned,  putting  her  head  back  down,  then  reaching  a  hand  out  in  hopes  the  bartender  will  magically  read  her  mind  and  give  her  another  beer. 

it  wasn't  that  busy  in  here  anyway.

“  m'not  saying  no  to  another  drink  though  -  ”

[harperhydra]

“you have a habit of appearing at interesting moments.”

“Or maybe you’re just not paying much attention.” She hums, almost laughing a bit. She really wasn’t trying to be stealthy at all, but sneaking up on him seemed to be a consistent trend.

“I got those ingredients you ask for. No idea what butterflies have to do with making medicine, but, it was a a pain in the ass to get them.”

[harperhydra]

“you don't seem particularly trusting. then again, maybe neither am i.”

"When you've spent your entire adult life getting stabbed in the back and tortured, you stop trusting people so readily." She sighs, shrugging and looking over what he was doing.

Her guards up sky high, but she's willing to hear him out.

"I'll work with you, sure... but... just explain to me what you're doing first."

[plagasaved]

continued from ( x ) * @ncvarr0.

she needs to be level headed , their lucky it quiet now & Ashley has time to think and plan. " I do , but tough guys still need help sometimes so let get you patched up. " there no question 'bout it that she finds him impressive / that in the chaos of what their facing he still finds humour & the want to help. balancing the two when Luis accepts the helping hand , palm rest on side ... thinking hues looking around ; there two exits one in the back that feels safer giving them some coverage.

" I 'm thinking we make a trip to that Merchant guy , maybe he has one of them first aid sprays on sale & accepts some of those coins as trade . " cloth too they'd find on the way / she's no expert but a basic bandage looped around should do the trick ( * till they find their way back to Leon. ) " think you can hold up till we get there ? "

it an ask , a little bit of a selfish one but him fainting on her & the possibilities that lie ahead when Ashley props open the wooden door with her free hand , it creaks brushing against gravel beneath.

[4shcroft]

I mean, you haven't slept all night.

WHILE TRUE THIS IS ALSO HARDLY GRACE'S FIRST sleep deprived rodeo. if the skin beneath her eyes isn't at least somewhat discolored, she doesn't feel stuck between sluggish & hyper aware on too much caffeine———— it could hardly be called her life at all. (DISTINCTLY YOU ARE AWARE THAT THIS IS A BAD THING BUT YOU ARE IN TOO DEEP FOR SELF AWARENESS AT THIS POINT.) some things do not change from childhood, except that she traded reading under her blanket with a flash light for nightmares that won't allow sleep to invade in the first place. none of this grace can share in a polite conversation. most of this she doesn't even share with her therapist. "i have slept tonight," she counters instead. "a few hours at least." a few hours to be rounded down to two, if she was being fully honest but there is no need to get into the semantics of it all. this is what they invented large cans of artificially flavored energy drinks for, one of which grace is currently clinging to like a lifeline. "& there are more important things to do than sleep. we can do that when we're dead & all that, you know how it is." / THE LONG & WINDING ROAD FEAT. @ncvarr0 [ACCEPTING]

[ofrequiem]

Don't you dare sleep in those clothes!

Sleep Themed Starter Sentences / @ncvarr0

             according  to  the  bible,  there  were  seven  deadly  sins.  but  according  to  society,  there  was  so  many  more  unspoken  ones  that  everyone  seemed  to  know  and  understand,  except  grace.  grace  who  was  left  in  the  dark,  or  willing  ignored  those  supposed  sins  in  favor  of  doing  whatever  she  wanted  as  long  as  she  wasn't  hurting  anyone.

“  ohhh  nooo…  too  late,  can't  stop  now,”  grace  drolled  out  tiredly,  crawling  into  her  hotel  bed  with  her  jeans,  socks  and  hoodie  on. 

she  thought  wearing  jeans  to  bed  was  perfectly  comfortable.  and  yeah,  maybe  they  were  kind  of  dirty  from  being  outside  and  doing  their  investigations  -  but  the  day  had  been  so  long  with  so  little  coffee,  she  didn't  care.  she  just  wanted  to  sink  into  oblivion.