#tcgtwo

[jesseepinkmaan]

past.

continued from here. @murdercitymedic

Jesse scoffed, a little thrown off by Dylan’s words but not wanting to show it. There was no way this douchebag actually gave a shit; yet Jesse couldn’t figure out what he was getting out of this. He decided the doctor was probably just doing it for the kicks, to wind Jesse up, to upset him. All he’d wanted was some painkillers, but oh no, he’d been stuck with a fake lecture yet again. “Oh, yeah, it’s super serious. Like you care, man. What do you really want, huh? Trynna’ distract me from somethin’?”

[jesseepinkmaan]

past.

continued from here. @murdercitymedic

Fantastic. This was exactly the sort of patient nobody ever wanted to deal with. They’re injured, but also possibly under the influence of something and you need to speak to them to work out which one it is that’s causing them to be unsteady on their feet. He pulled a chair out, pointedly, and gestured to it. “Sit down before you fall down.” Crossing his arms, he raised an eyebrow. “I’m a doctor. That is an injury. Treating it is literally my business.”

Jesse glared at the man, then glared at the chair, crossing his arms right back. Granted, his movements were slow and fairly unsteady, and moving so much hurt the torn skin by his ribs, but he was sure he was making his point. There was no way he’d be doing anything Dylan asked him to. “Well.. whatever, sucks to be you, man,” the younger man stumbled over his words, shrugging. “Business is closed down. Outta business’. Better luck next time.”

[mxamoff]

the cure.

Pietro had been darting across the mountains and down into the centre of Two’s city for an hour already, the sun having risen only a short while before. For what was probably his third breakfast, he’d grabbed an assortment of fruit from the makeshift trading stalls citizens had set up in an area that hadn’t been bombed, fast enough they hadn’t noticed his presence. He still felt no remorse for stealing from a district that’d both humiliated and hurt him and his family. Pietro stopped at a fairly secluded spot on the mountainside for a few seconds to eat it all; though in those few moments of stillness, he caught movement in his peripheral vision.

Darting a few paces behind the source, by way of surveying the danger, he frowned. Leonard. Plus a lot of gear, the amount of which seemed unnecessary to Pietro. Raising an eyebrow, he moved in front of the doctor instead, gaze drifting between the man and his belongings. “Are you planning on building a home out here wizh all zhis? Are you?”

[justasxldier]

oct. 10 | hideout

“I am afraid I don’t understand why these birds are so angry. Though swine don’t usually hoard eggs either, for that matter.”

[putonaredshirt]

“Yes, you see the technology vorks fine... But if you continue to treat it like this, then nyet, it von’t vork fine. So stop that. Please.”

[anchoredbeta]

| tablet.

     “Uh --- Hello? Do these things even work properly anymore?”

[anchoredbeta]

     Isaac groaned as he woke, brushing the sleep away from his eyes. He’d come to the conclusion that he could sleep just about anywhere outdoors now, even along rusted train-tracks. And whilst the air was warm enough around him, he found himself pulling the sleeves of his cardigan down anyway, because if he focused and opened his mind, something left him feeling awfully cold. “Oh. Uh --- hey,” Isaac muttered, glancing up through his lashes to see someone heading in his direction. He’d been in solitude for so long, he wasn’t entirely sure to how to start a conversation without being awkward.

[finnnodair]

research.

“No Ethan, I’m sorry buddy, we can’t read The Hungry Caterpillar again, Daddy’s gotta read all these —” That’s when Finnick noticed somebody else staring at them. So he put on his usual charming smile and apologised, waving a hand. “So sorry. We’ll keep it down.”