#rcgaliisms

[oftheburgue-blog]

          ‘ ali. ‘ her name was clipped as it slipped out. he blew out the last of the smoke and snuffed out the cigarette he’d been smoking before walking over her, already scowling. the morning had already been long, and seeing her here wasn’t making his morning any better. how many times now had they had this conversation? ‘ i thought we agreed you were going to stay off the row. ‘ even if neither of them were prejudiced against the fae, it wasn’t the best part of town. 

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[the-chocoboi]

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     The young male couldn't stop laughing, he nearly felt like a fool, although he stated that it 'wasn't that she wasn't even funny, something about how she said it had him hysterical. A hand covered his mouth in attempts to quiet himself down, which was failing miserably. 

     "As true as that may be-" He took a moment to try and catch his breath, his pale freckled features now red from laughter, "I just- yourself, your shelf... I don't know." Prompto slowly recovered from this fit, "I mean, it is pretty funny. So... you're pretty funny too." He lifted his gaze towards the book, "But I don't think I'm going to be able to reach that, not unless I want a face full of book... a facebook. HA! See what I did there~"

[timefought-a]

         CHARLIE HAD OFTEN WONDERED WHAT DYING WAS LIKE. This wasn’t what she imagined.

      War was always bad, but trench warfare was the absolute WORST that humanity had to offer. DISEASE, suffering, fear, all mixed with the smell of gunpowder and DEATH --------- that was the taste of the air in the TRENCHES. Most of them weren’t even men yet;; just boys barely old enough to shave being shipped off to die in FRANCE or the Dardanelles. The GREAT WAR changed the world, and killed almost an entire generation of young men.

      She couldn’t remember much. RUNNING, ringing in her ear from the explosion of shells. Another went off, and Charlie felt a burst of pain like fire. Her body was falling back, head making contact with a wood frame, and she was out.

   It was like sinking into the SEA. Below the water, sound was so far away. It was quiet, peaceful, watching the sunlight grow more and more DISTANT. She’d felt it before, the cold current and the sting of salt in her eyes. It was so easy to slip away, just let herself SINK DOWN.

               When she woke, it was JUST like breaching the surface of the water, scrambling and LOUDLY gasping, choking. She woke swinging, as if expecting to FIGHT. After a moment, her brain seemed to kick in, and breathing hard, she took in her surroundings.

   It was a TENT, made of canvas, a plain grey colour, and the BED she was in was a folded, canvas bed. She seemed to be ALONE. Her hands scrambled around herself, and she found a cardboard tag attached to the linen shirt she seemed to be wearing. Written in neat hand on the tag was;;

               UNKNOWN CIVILIAN                BULLET WOUND IN RIGHT THIGH                HEAD CONTUSION                SHRAPNEL IN LEFT ARM,                LEFT THIGH, LEFT CALF                VACCINE STATUS UNKNOWN

   A field hospital. It was a field hospital. ENGLISH, most likely, but it could be Australian, or Kiwi, or Canadian --------- it was hard to say, but if Charlie had to guess, she would place her bet at the Queen Alexandras. Her head ached, and when she raised her hand to TOUCH it, she realised her head and hair was wrapped in a bandage, with padding at the back. Her arm and legs were wrapped too, and hurt like HELL.

   Nonetheless, Charlie was driven to get away. She didn’t know why --------- the memories hadn’t quite resurfaced. Carefully, she pulled the rough BLANKET back and slowly tried to sit up. STANDING was a different matter, and she staggered slightly, her shot leg being like dead weight. After a moment, she seemed to get the hang of it, and dragged herself towards the mouth of the tent.

                  “ ------------ HELLO ?? ”

         Her voice was relatively quiet. She wasn’t searching for someone as much as she was checking the COAST was clear.

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[pchobbs]

@rcgaliisms got a slightly plotted starter!

Hobbs noticed the girl in the crowd and struggled to get past the people walking in the opposite direction. From what he could guess she seemed to be lost or looking for someone, a situation the constable could easily remedy if was the case. When he reached her, he held up his hand, “Miss? Pardon me, miss, but are you – you lost?”

[theinvoluntaryleader]

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@rcgaliisms continued from ( x )

“Ah yes.... no more fieldwork for me.” Arthur replied with a slightly exaggerated sigh. “I suppose I'll miss it, sometimes. But I'm sure that my new role will be just as riveting.” He smirked before it dropped as she gave a brief definition.

“Reviewing and debriefing.... those have always been such.... fun.”

[hesketh]

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[agxntlancelxt-blog]

@rcgaliisms continued from here (x) 

“Yeah, probably,” Roxy had honestly considered blowing off the whole thing anyway, not like it really mattered to her. “Yeah, that’s right, and a few times. My parents and I would go here on vacations from time to time.” Not like it really mattered now. They were pissed off with her and sent her away. 

[hesketh]

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[text → Allie ] As tempting as that would be, no. It can be our little secret.