#swansinstarlight

[cdx1016]

Swan Lake. Holly Pond. 6:05am

(viacarad1016)

[dividedbybinaries]

starter for >. @swansinstarlight .<

>. I know you're just a smart-mouthed little bitch; but you're playing a dangerous game here. You can't threaten me with blackmail and expect to get away with it. Do you understand that, Bianca?

I own you.

---- C L A N K -- !

The sound of the metallic IV stand falling to the ground was enough to snap her out of her nightmare with a gasp -- forcing herself out of bed as cables and tubes strained at her limbs. The nightmare had been loud enough to yank her out of her near-comatose sleep; the hospital gown hanging like a tent over her thin, narrow frame as she stepped out barefoot over the sterile white floor.

Another 24 hours of night terrors. Another night of being dependent on the morphine and repeating the near-death experience in her head. And all she could do was just lie there and take it.

Like she always had.

The splitting headache began as soon as her eye began to involuntarily swell with tears -- the pounding pain making her want to tear the wraps around her head off just to release the pressure that she didn't understand was all imaginary.

"God--- Goddamnit--!"

In a desperate attempt to move again, she felt a sharp stab against her chest -- her broken collarbone stopping her from moving any further. With a loud cry, she sat back down on the bed with a sob -- burying her destroyed face in her hands. Bianca couldn't even feel clean -- taking a shower or bath was out of the question when the hospital staff was prodding her day and night.

How much more of this could she take...?

Just as Bianca was about to let out another pained sob, she heard the door open gently on the other end of the room. She pulled the thin covers and blankets to shield herself, trying to turn where she sat -- but the stiffness in her body stopped her from doing any of the sort.

"...H-Hello...?" .<

[helraising]

✞‎ ‎ ·‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ @swansinstarlight ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ :‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ / &. /‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ continued from here.

“i said i’ll pay for the repair bills, girl, keep it down,” the purple-clad vigilante says, her voice low despite the sense of emergency she’s exhibiting at the moment, trying to stay out of sight from whoever is out there as she both avoids and peers through the broken window, eventually catching her breath as she assesses the threat outside. “and if it’s a lucky day for us both, i’ll fix it myself too, christ. try to keep it down, okay? they don’t need to know people live here.”

a few minutes pass in relative silence, only for huntress to swiftly take another shot through whence she’d barged in — in a completely different direction, as if to distract her opponents and manipulate them into taking she’s gone in a totally different direction, a trick that thankfully works well enough for the group of rogues to forget about this part of the town and its lane of apartment buildings with the other lady’s place among them, and allows huntress to finally relax – and pay the other woman her due, undivided attention.

“i’m really sorry about that, ma’am, even i don’t like suiting up at the break of dawn, but you know how demanding this city is,” huntress explains, almost shrugging it off, while also being well aware that she’s interrupted someone’s entire morning. she would know that very well herself, considering she teaches at gotham heights as her dayjob, and — she should really be in her classroom now, not chatting up a stranger whose apartment she’s broken into. “are you okay? glass didn’t touch you, yeah?”

“and how about your cat?” as tempting as it is, huntress doesn’t do more than smiling down at the adorable feline, not wanting to be impudent by assuming she’s allowed to pet them. she then redirects her attention to the window, sizing up the damage and what fixing it would entail.

“okay, not the end of the world, i can clean the glass up and fix this myself if you can hand me a couple things, and –” she turns to face the other woman again. “– you’re okay with me staying around for thirty more minutes, max. i’ll be faster, if needed. say, you look familiar ... aren’t you one of the nurses at gotham general?”

[niratias]

@swansinstarlight

It is two in the morning and everything has gone to shit.

That's the way of things, though, isn't it? It's always past time when urgent care centers close and no reasonable doctor will answer their phone. This isn't home base, and so Jake Doy.le doesn't have someone discrete on speed dial to patch up wounds and avoid the hustle of an emergency room.

In fact, were someone to ask Don Callis about where his two missing enforcers are, he'd probably deny that the answer is Gotham vehemently.

They're on their own.

"Stay with me, buddy." Jake turns up the radio. It's Deftones. Why is it always Deftones? The old speakers of the junker sedan rattle on the passenger side and the bloody man in that seat groans in pain and frustration, hazy eyes opening just a bit wider.

"Fuck you, turn that-"

"Stay with me." Doyle cuts Josh off, death-gripping the wheel. The chest wound Josh has suffered is pulsing blood and his attempt to pack the wound enough to afford good pressure and give his colleague a chance at survival was amateur at best.

He runs a red light and heads right for the entrance marked EMERGENCY. He pulls to the curb, throws the idling car in park, and hops out, his own forearm screaming in pain as he moves to open the dented passenger side door with more force than an undamaged one would require.

It wasn't that long ago he tore his bicep, and the scar is still raised and plainly visible. He's been diligent with his PT, but right now he's about to push past all reasonable limits to help Josh get inside. They don't have time to wait for help.

"C'mon," he grunts, tossing Josh over one shoulder with effort and trying to keep the weight off of his healing arm. Doesn't work, though. Something's not right, but it will have to wait.

Josh smacks a palm against Doyle's back, in frustration and response to the pain and in a clear sign to go, go, go!

Time to see how this fucking goes.

"Help!" Louder, the next time. "HELP! GUNSHOT!"

[billyandhismultiples]

(I am gonna respond to your tragic open starter but I must hop on this)

How many shots to sleep with Helena? :o)

How Many Shots Would It Take? || @swansinstarlight

"Hmm. I mean, ain't got no reason ta take shots for ya, honestly. Ain't like I'm nervous even though I don't really know ya, 'r that it'd be weird b'tween us. Tell ya what, just for the sake a' the game n' ta take the edge off, I'll take one n' give ya one too n' we'll share, huh? But as an answer, no, no shots needed at all... Am I bad at this game??"

[xunreinx]

@swansinstarlight sent a raven: "Eavesdrop" from Jonathan Crane about my OC, Helena Reicher

(I hope you're having a great day!!)

"Think  of  who?'

       He  sounded  like  a  damned  owl,  because  for  the  life  of  him  Jonathan  could  not  understand  why  he  was  supposed  to  know  anything  about  some  hostess  at  the  Iceberg  Lounge  of  all  places.  Had  he  his  druthers,  he  went  to  the  Black  Mask  Club.  And  even  then  only  for  poker  night  because  Edward  insisted  he  required  socializing.

       Why  Oswald  was  asking  him  made  no  sense  either,  Edward  brokered  in  information.  The  Cat  too.  Gossip  was  something  that  buzzed  like  background  noise  behind  him  as  he  worked  while  the  two  exchanged  notes.  Maybe  even  the  real  flippy  one  that  the  Bat  sometimes  called  home  to  help  handle  the  chaos.  That  one  had  an  ear  to  the  ground  even  all  the  way  out  in  Bludhaven.

"Nurse?'

       At  what  point  would  he  require  a  nurse  assistant?  They  tended  to  want  some  sort  of  credit  for  the  menial  tasks  when  it  was  his  own  genius  that  had-  God,  he  was  starting  to  sound  like  Edward...  Gaze  flicking  towards  the  woman  in  question,  his  shoulder  lifted  and  fell  in  a  shrug.  He  knew  that  Elliot  seemed  to  be  obsessed  with  something  outside  his  own  work,  which  was  sloppy.  That's  how  mistakes  were  made.

"I'm  not  currently  hirin',  no.'

[helraising]

Get a song, Give a song!

"A song that describes a flaw your character has."

thank you for the ask! i think for this ask, from my helena's playlist, i'm picking loser by neoni!

i think it captures her stubbornness, her tendency to self isolate -- most importantly, her mindset that she'd rather be left alone and sacrificed than be tied down to people or be trapped in situations where people can control; "i'd rather die on my feet than stay alive on my knees"; also, her trust issues seeping through where she assumes people do not like her or trust her, 'cause she'll save themselves both the heartbreak and the disappointment beforehand because she refuses to change who she is for other people or to "fit in", you know? also loser is an important descriptor here because a lot of huntress' comics have us see that she loses -- because honestly, for her, heroism isn't about winning every battle, but rather, about saving people and doing the right thing, fighting for systematic change and betterment in the long run. and that is an uphill battle that she, like any other person, will be losing often -- but victory isn't what she needs anyway, so helena is stubborn and keeps on trying and persevering and staying committed to her cause, even if it grows reckless <3

notable lyrics:

Sorry to disappoint you, but I just won't budge Just give up on me, give up on me I'm a lost cause, do it the way I want Don't get a say, I'm boss of the one and only me, myself and I'm long gone, think I'm insane, why not? Go on and say what you want Tell me again how I'll make a fool of myself Try to be friends then you burn me down and call it help I need you about as much as a hole in my head Please give up on me, give up on me Like I'm a loser, loser I got nothing to prove, yeah, prove, yeah (nothing to prove) I don't really care, middle fingers in the air Like I'm a loser, loser I don't answer to you, to you I don't really care, middle fingers in the air Like a loser

[billyandhismultiples]

ooc: Helena would never send this in of her own volition, so we're going to say her friend Yuri again Did This To Her :o)

Ultimately- the autism prevents her from being a foodie because sensory issues, she can handle a gun and self defense but could not defeat the Numerous I Fear, and she would PREFER the crime not get to EXCESSIVE...so just a LITTLE thievery. As a TREAT. (And if it's something for her).

Are you Billy's type? (always accepting) || @swansinstarlight

"Pretty much filled out completely here, Hel, ain't that real interestin'? N' with the stealin', don't worry, I'll getcha somethin' nice.