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          Wally;

   “Hey, misses. Are you.. Alright?” The young boy inquired, approaching the stranger somewhat carefully.  

  She looked to be a little lost in thought, something about her suggested she was nervous.  It was ill advised to walk up to strangers and talk with them, but she didn’t seem un-trustworthy to Wally, and he wouldn’t feel right just walking off, if he had a bad feeling. She might need help of some kind, surely he might be able to assist. Or, she reassures him she’s alright, and shoos him on his way, back to his family before they noticed his being missing.

[walkonsoldier]

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        It had been some time since Chris had gotten together with Nicolette and the fact had been gnawing at the back of his brain for the past few days. He’d see little things that reminded him of her and have one of those glorious ‘oh shit’ moments of realization.

        That’s why he’d text her this morning to join him for coffee, and regardless of if she actually showed, he’d already taken a seat at a small table. reclined, relaxed, and absorbed in his phone for lack of better entertainment.

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        The sound of her heels clacking against the hardwood floor give Laura away before she ever arrives, but when she does Nico is greeted with a warm smile and and even warmer coffee. “Thought you could use a little pick-me-up.” She says as she sets it down in front over her friend. “I hope it’s not too sweet.”

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“I guess that’s a good point... Asking Rick to stop shakin’ his ass is like asking Eddie to calm down. Not gonna happen.”

[greasyteeths]

I GOT MY CINTIQ!! 

SPECIAL THANKS TO @once-a-polecat, @lioness-hart @canis-exmachina & @thebyrchentwigges   @snxggletoothed for commissioning me/donating and giving me the extra push I needed to order it! And of course thanks to EVERYONE who’s commissioned me, ever!!

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"He says he loves me...."

        Laura’s eyes narrow at Nico in thought. “He says he loves me.” She repeats as if to try out the sentence on her own tongue and the bitter taste of it causes a shift in her posture. She leans in closer.

         “I’d expect him to say that, but does he mean it?”

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// Starter || @nico1073  //

   Everything was foggy.

  Simon could barely concentrate. He felt numb, groggy... He could barely even move against the soft mattress beneath him. The last time he had felt like this was...

  His eye snapped open; the other covered by a patch. Several blinks and his vision began to clear, allowing him to see the various wires and tubes attached to him. The more alert he became, the more he could feel his body. Well, apart from his left arm. It was numb- as if it wasn't even there.

  Wait...

  His breathing quickened as he glanced down to where his arm should have been. His gaze met only by a bandaged stump; everything below the elbow now gone. Oh god... oh god oh god oh.. “My arm.. my fuckin’ arm! I can’t... what the hell!”

  Now he remembered. The break out. All the shit that happened at the Asylum. Simon had gotten pretty messed up. To the point he was sure he was going to die. And the ex-guard had accepted that fact.  Death didn't worry him; in fact, he wasn't scared of dying. 

  But yet again, he had been saved. Why the fuck did this keep happening to him?

  At least he still had the rest of him. Both legs; the right be it a little on the stiff side. His right arm relatively un-touched. Simon tried to look around the room, hoping to at least see someone. A familiar face? Anything. Surely he hadn't been the only one to make it out. “H-hello? Anyone?” He croaked; throat dry and sore. Must have been laying here for a long time.