#thunderbirdscott

[askthehhood]

thunderbirdscott: You should just give me the Thunderbird machines. It would save both of us a lot of trouble if you just gave in now instead of forcing me to take such coarse of action that puts your dear wittle brothers in danger.

[thunderbirdjeff]

thunderbirdscott "Hi there Scott. Sorry I haven't checked in on the island recently son, work has been hectic." Jeff sighed and rubbed his face. "Just non-stop board meetings and paperwork here. How are you boys doing? Haven't destroyed anything yet have you?" Jeff chuckled at the thought but did sincerely hope everything was okay.

[starman-john-tracy]

thunderbirdscott​:

Scott gasps as John suddenly bolts up, his hands clenching around Scott’s uniform. His heart leaps into his throat to see his brother awake, alive. But the tears still don’t stop flowing as John lets out a gut-wrenching cry. His body flies back and with a sickening crack lands against the hard, metallic floor of Thunderbird Five.

Scott starts to panic, not laughing as John weakly tries to laugh it off. His question, if it was time to go home, reminds Scott of the immediate problem.

“Yes, John, it’s time to go home,” gently, not wanting to hurt his brother, Scott picks John up, his brothers arm hanging feebly off his shoulder. Scott grunts under John’s weight, but forces himself towards Thunderbird 3. “We need to get you to a doctor.”

The moment Scott tries to haul him to his feet, however carefully, John finds that the world lurches violently around him. All of the blood rushes from his head and everything takes on a grey tinge; blurred and rolling and his stomach feels tight and sloshy somewhere underneath all the bandages that are trying to hold his insides firmly where they should be. His head lolls back limply, rolling against Scott’s shoulder, as he attempts to stop his eyes doing the same thing in his skull.

Groaning, John clamps his mouth shut and he tries his best to not lose everything he’s eaten today all over his eldest brother. The astronaut tries to breathe deeply through his nose, willing his nausea to pass, but his broken ribs are screaming at him, grinding in his chest, and everything seems to be faintly spinning around him. He’s gotten terribly lightheaded.

John can’t seem to muster the strength to help Scott out at all; as the pilot lugs his weight along. His feet have forgotten how to put one in front of the other and John can only hang there, limp and trying his best not to pass out again as he’s pulled towards Three; his fingers scrabbling weakly at the eldest Tracy’s shoulder and his face an awful greyish green.

Alan’s Thunderbird feels miles away; almost as far as Earth does, and John is really becoming unsure that he’s going to be able to make it all that way. His breathing hitches with every jolt of his ribs and the grey fuzz is trying to swallow him again - making John try to blink it forcefully away, clinging to the solid feeling of his brother against his side as his anchorage to the world.

Hurt!John RP Full: (x)

[starman-john-tracy]

Mun Post

Chronological link to the Hurt!John RP posts, for anyone following the storyline, or who wants to read: http://starman-john-tracy.tumblr.com/tagged/hurt!john+RP/chrono

thunderbirdscott this might be helpful? x

[thunderbirdjeff]

My Son the Flyboy - Open RP

thunderbirdscott

“Scott…” Jeff starts out unsure of what he’s going to tell his eldest. “I know it’s been a few days since we last spoke, but I’ve been swamped down by paper work over here at the office in New York. Your brothers have been listening to you right? There hasn’t been too many rescues for you has there? I haven’t seen many on the news….” Jeff trailed off. When he was away on work he mind always found its way back to his sons, and there safety when they went out on rescues.

[starman-john-tracy]

Open RP

@ thunderbirdscott

“Heya Scotty,” John smiles as his brother’s hologram constructs itself, “long time no chat, bro. I’m just calling because we haven’t spoken in a while; you can’t forget about me up here you know...” he laughs dryly. “How is Earth holding up down there?”

“Oh... sorry?” John frowns suddenly as he notices his eldest brothers sleep-ruffled hair and Scott blinks blearily at him, “Did I wake you? What time even is it in your zone right now?”