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[lovehurried]

“If you can help, then I’ll do what I can to make sure nothing... Comes back on you. I can’t make any guarantees, but can promise that I’ll do my best. Is that enough?”

@partymask​ gets a short starter from Patch

[lovehurried]

“You’re a fuckin’ liability, y’know?” Is how she greets the Killjoy who appears in the doorway of the latest dilapidated building she’s calling ‘home’. “One day your friends are gonna drag you over here with a limb missing and expect me to magically grow it back.” 

Ah, but there’s fondness creeping into her tone now, isn’t there? Spend long enough patching up vigilantes, you’re bound to start giving a fuck about ‘em, she supposes.

“C’mon,” Medi lazily gestures to a seat as she moves to grab her first aid kit. “You know the deal by now: tell me what happened, and I’ll fix you up.”

@partymask​​ gets a short starter from Medi

[lovehurried]

“Here,” Elena holds out the battered canteen she’s just swigged some water out of, biting back the urge to make an ill-timed joke about him not needing to worry that it’s poisoned. “Figure it’s rude not to offer, right?”

@partymask​​​​​ gets a short starter from Elena

[fiivvee]

not  just  a  scratch

                                         A  HISS  AS  FIVE  KEPT  HIS  SWEATER  VEST  &&  SHIRT  TUCKED  UNDER  HIS  CHIN  .  fingers  bloodied  &&  stained  with  both  fresh  red  &&  dried  dark  ,  as  he  tried  nimbly  to  pull  the  shrapnel  pieces  out  one  by  one  .  medical  grade  tweezers  carefully  trying  to  dig  out  each  shred  of  metal  that  was  wedged  inside  him  .  a  puff  of  his  cheeks  as  he  then  closed  his  eyes  ,  trying  to  keep  himself  COMPOSED  ,  five  let  the  back  of  his  hand  rub  his  forehead  .  letting  out  a  low  breath  ,  he  cleared  his  throat  ,  eyes  squeezed  shut  as  he  pulled  back  another  shard  &&  dropped  it  into  the  metal  tin  beside  him  .  he  groaned  slightly  ,  clearing  his  throat  &&  exhaled  .  his  breath  UNSTEADY  &&  LABORED  as  he  then  went  to  get  the  next  shard  .  shit  .  shit  shit  .

footsteps  approaching  ,  five  DROPPED  the  tweezers  &&  shuffled  to  pull  his  shirt  down  ,  eyes  flickering  up  as  he  adjusted  himself  where  he  sat  .  there  was  gleam  of  sweat  to  his  features  &&  blood  still  on  his  hands  .  a  pretty  shitty  job  of  hiding  all  this  .  especially  with  a  fuckin’  medical  kit  open  on  the  table  in  front  of  him  .  shit  .  eyes  blinking  as  he  lifted  his  head  ,  five  cleared  his  throat  .  ❝  HONESTLY   ,  it’s  not  as  bad  as  it  looks  ,  ❞  @partymask

[ephemaera-a]

@partymask​ || contd from (x)

     sam frowns–– she understands that, yeah, in this situation, she does need protecting, but flat out ignoring party’s injuries feels like a really, really bad idea. as if that’s ever stopped him, she thinks grimly. ‘ hey, ’ she says after a moment, ‘ think of it this way: if you die on me, i’m not gonna make it out here alone. so will you just let take a look at you? ’

[desafia]

@partymask​ sent: abandoned 7/11’s

              it isn’t supposed to be like this.  the world she painted murals of to keep herself sane,  the world she caught glimpses of as she was transported from labs to manors and reclusive,  shady corporations,  the world she sometimes allowed herself to dream of on her most desperate nights,  is not supposed to look like this.  perches on the curb,  rusting gas pump behind her,  and the dismal sight of an vacant building before her,  magnolia wonders,  not for the first time,  if she did die and this is some kind of afterlife.  her only reason for knowing it to not be the case is she already speaks to the dead.  a gloomy expression rests on her features and it darkens by the second as the sun sinks lower.  it perfectly matches her deflated temperament.  

head tilts to the side as her companion approaches.  she only looks at him for a brief moment before turning her gaze down.  the asphalt and cement is cracked.  a few weeds grow up here and there.  magnolia reaches for a chunk of debris,  quietly tapping the piece of cement against the curb beside herself.  ❝  sunsets,  ❞  she manages to get out in a mumble  ❝  w-w-wanted.  to see...  ❞  a deep crease forms on her forehead.  she used to paint so many of them.  but they were pretty ones.  with big perfect cityscapes.  or sprawling plains,  placid lakes and rolling oceans.  it was all supposed to be beautiful and not so different than how she left it.  not...this.  ❝  want.  my dreams.  back,  ❞  it’s more of a whisper to herself.  fingers curl into a fist,  holding the cement rock in her palm before she lays her forearms out on her knees and then proceeds to rest her head atop them.  nothing ever turns out the way it’s supposed to.