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@theinvinciblecook
Still Alive!
Sorry for the massive lack of activity. I have just been up to my eyeballs in school work for the past few weeks; I have been up until at least midnight every night working. I should be back either this week or next. Once again, sorry guys, time is not my friend right now.
(Hey all. I’m here. Just pardon me while I try to figure some shit out.)
Hit Me With Your Best Shot | @Cook, @Naomi
Naomi felt herself shiver with the absence of Franky, who had gone to fetch her a surprise from home, but she could hear them. And for a second, she could feel herself back in Bristol, Cook hooping and hollering, Effy quiet, killing people with smolders and smirks.
“Cook…” She mumbled as he came into the room and if she was standing, would have fainted at the sight of him. He looked like he had been hit by a truck, and Naomi felt anger, true righteous anger like nothing ever before. Except she did have it before, and she knew this anger was from the same place. “I need to learn how to shoot.” She mumbled, closing her eyes and looking away in shame.
ms-effy-stonem:
“I have some questions for you later.” She mumbled to him before they walked into the room. Effy was almost afraid to ask what had gotten him so beat up. She decided to keep quiet about the fact Tony had come back already, he wasn’t done. Effy leaned against the door frame, letting Cook go up to her by himself. She shook her head a bit and laughed softly. Naomi was making sarcastic remarks even at times like these. Effy loved that about Naomi.
Effy was hoping Naomi would stick to the story of her former pimp shooting her and not Tony. She didn’t want Cook and Tony to get into it and she knew that would happen if Cook knew it was Tony, even though it was on accident. Effy watched Naomi intently, worried for her wellbeing.
@theinvinciblecook
Hearing the remarks that both Effy and now Naomi made to him, even if Naomi’s was slightly in jest, bothered him. They brought attention back to the fact that he got his arse kicked and the threat that Tony whispered into his ear a bit ago.
However, he didn’t have time to think about all that at the moment. Naomi, his roommate, one of his best friends was now in the hospital for some reason. Cook looked her over; she still appeared sickly, but he couldn’t tell what else was wrong. “What happened Naimikins? The cancer? What’s with all of this....?” He gestures to the hospital room.
thebitchofbristol
Stumbling About (Closed RP with ruffle-and-i-make-you-disappear)
Cook’s everything hurt. He was still bleeding from his head; he stopped just long enough to break his nose back into place. He had no idea where Naomi or Frankie were, the Stonem household was dangerous to him at the moment, and he was pretty sure that Freddie would not deal too well with his bloodied state... Or at least that’s how Cook was thinking at the moment. According to Cook his only option was JJ. Good old, loveable JJ. He’ll be able to take care of him or at least make sure that Cook doesn’t die.
Staggering across streets as quickly as he could to avoid being seen, Cook was constantly fighting against the pain in his head and the ever-present threat of losing consciousness. He barely made it to the front door of JJ’s flat as he knocked on the door to await his answer.
ruffle-and-i-make-you-disappear
Hit Me With Your Best Shot | @Cook, @Naomi
Effy stood just outside the hospital door, fag in hand, as she waited for Cook. She’d come straight from her showdown with Tony to the hospital. Her face, tear stained and makeup smudged down it, displayed a vacant look. She was miles away, taking a drag every so often. She ran a hair through her matted hair, her body shaking with anxiety as she saw Cook approaching her. theinvinciblecook
Directly after the text conversation with Effy, Cook took off for the hospital. He’d have to call JJ later to tell him that he’s alright; all of his thoughts were focused on Effy and Naomi. Cook didn’t even stop to put on a coat, he just left his mess of a flat and walked to the hospital, broken face and all.
Finally arriving at the hospital, Cook quickly found Effy. He didn’t think of how Effy might react to how rough he looked as he asked. “Where is she?”
thebitchofbristol
Too Many Cooks (Closed RP with theinvinciblecook)
Tony called out as he felt the shard of glass enter his thigh, pistol whipping at Cook’s hand with the gun, looking at him with fright.
A god cannot bleed.
Tony got himself away from the writhing mess of a man on the floor, pointing his gun at him, before pocketing it into his trousers. Walking forward and grabbing his hair, he whispered into his ear, “I will be back. I will make sure you suffer, I will make sure you burn.” He spit in his face, before dropping the mans heaf against the floor, walking with a limp out of the door, before pulling out the disposable phone on his person and dialed 999. “Hello, yes there is a murderer next door to me, please come quickly.” He said dropping the phone on the floor and walking out.
Cook hit the floor again after lunging at Tony. He was starting to get sick of this. He was starting to get out of breath; it was getting harder and harder to keep his thoughts straight. He knew that if he wasn’t careful, he would be passed out on the floor. Cook had to stay awake.
He didn’t have to try too hard as Tony picked him up by his hair. He gritted his teeth as the pain of pulling his hair stung and he listened to Tony’s threat. He’d have to do something about that. Before he had any more time to think, his head bounced off of the floor sending another pain crashing through his head.
Through muddled thoughts Cook heard Tony calling who must’ve been the police and he stumbled to his feet and took off out the back door. He had to get away. His entire body was in pain, but he had to go. He could pass out later.
You got it!
A very injured Cook is gonna be delivered to your door JJ!
Ok. So once I write the closing response for Tony and Cook’s little scuff, I’m going to be writing a starter for Cook.
Who wants to deal with a very injured Cook?
Text | @Cook
Effy: You need to get down the hospital. like.. now.
Cook: The hospital? You alright babe?
Effy: Yeah. I'm okay.. It's Naomi. She's been shot. Just come down and I can explain.
Cook: Fuck. Ok. I'll sneak in.
Text | @Cook
Effy: You need to get down the hospital. like.. now.
Cook: The hospital? You alright babe?
Risk taking | @Cook
“Cook—” She felt as though she had been punched in the stomach. The fact that he would die for her, to keep her safe, killed her inside. She didn’t deserve him. Everyone put Effy before themselves and that ended up getting them hurt. You’re not going to leave me, She replayed those words in her head over and over. She had no argument to that, she had vowed never to hurt him again. Anyone she cared about. She knew leaving would hurt him, she couldn’t do that to him. Not after everything he did for her. “Okay.” She took a deep breath. “But, You’re not getting hurt, yeah? I care about you too much.”
After he said his demand that Effy not leave him, Cook partially held his breath and tensed up as he watched for Effy’s reaction. He was relieved when she agreed not to leave. She wasn’t going to abandon him. That’s the first air of relief he felt in awhile. He grinned when she asked something of him as well. “I wouldn’t go worryin’ about me Eff.” Cook then held his arms out to his sides. “I’m fuckin’ invincible, remember?”
Too Many Cooks (Closed RP with theinvinciblecook)
Tony reeled back at the disgusting nature of the demon, how petty, how childish, how…disappointing. He threw Cook on the ground, spitting on him as he wiped the blood off his face. Despite how he stood tall over him, he felt so much smaller.
"Chernabog, you, why have you done this?" He paced in place, "this was supposed to be fun!" He yelled at him, angry, taking out his gun and pointing it at Cook. "I should kill you now, you are worthy of his name!" He turned the man over, pointing his gun in his face, "I should, and then I’ll go find that fucking Green Day groupie the doctor failed to take care of and kill him too, and that stupid corpse you call a roommate, and then everything will be back to normal." He said, as if trying to convince himself more than anything else.
His body hitting the floor, Cook barely had enough time or consciousness to brace his fall by putting his hands out in front of him. This, however, was probably for the worst as he felt the glass from the picture frame bite into his hands as more of his blood broke from his skin and onto the floor.
Looking at Tony through his blurry vision, Cook could make out that he was pointing a gun at him, but had no idea what he was saying. It all just sounded like garbled words and sounds with the occasional word that stood out. He knew that he had to act fast to save himself, but how? His hands grasping at the glass littered hardwood, Cook came up with an idea. As Tony raved on like the madman that he is, Cook tried to focus. He only had one shot at this. He had to get it right.
When Tony looked away, in a last ditch effort Cook grabbed a sizeable piece of glass and lunged at Tony, aiming to either slash at the hand holding the gun or stab into the man’s leg.
Put "I've wanted you this whole time." in my ask for my muses reaction
Risk taking | @Cook
“There’s nothing else I can do, Cook. He’s won. He always wins. There’s no solution to this, I’ve tried everything I could possibly think of and look what happened.” Effy motioned towards her broken wrist and bruised cheekbone. “I don’t deserve anything good to happen to me. I’m poison in everyone’s lives. Tony was right about that.” She took a deep breath in and looked at the floor. She had said goodbye to everyone else, Cook was last. “Take care. Of yourself, Of everyone.” she smiled at him softly. “You’re brave. I’ve always loved that about you. Keep that, yeah? I love you a lot. You know that.” She sighed and glanced over at the clock, nervous that Tony may come back. “I have to say goodbye now. I have to leave.” She felt like crying again but, restrained herself.
Cook became more and more upset at hearing Effy continue to speak poorly of herself. He loved her, more than anyone else and he couldn’t stand to see her continue to cut herself down. He then became very upset when he heard her talk like he was never going to see her again. A sad scowl formed on his lips as she spoke her false good bye. Shaking his head, Cook spoke as soon as Effy stopped. “Shut up. You don’t have to go anywhere. Not with him. You’re not going to leave, yea? Got it? Cause I’ll be fuckin’ dead before I let that happen.” This last bit hurt Cook to say. “You’re not going to leave me.”
my grown boy. - well I should say man probably..
So proud of him. And DAAMN look at that face. He’s lovely.💕
(Jack for London Live Baftas Interview, January 2015)
Too Many Cooks (Closed RP with theinvinciblecook)
Tony was thrown for a spin as Chernabog got a few good hits in, quickly overwhelming him as he pushed him back against the wall, eating two fists to the face, Tony delivered a swift chop to Cheranbogs neck, before kneeing him in the gut, grabbing him by his shirt and lifting the demon clear off his feet, and throwing him against the wall above the couch, shattering the picture above it.
Grabing the frame of the picture, he brought it forward, catching Chernabog in the back of the head with it, splitting the frame as he kept him in a semi box in the frame, before pulling his fists back and punching Chernabog, “The.” Another hit to the face, right in the nose, “Bells,” Another punch, so hard Chernabog’s head bounced off the wall. “Are” Another one, right below his eye “RINGING!” HE screamed right in the face of the bloodied demon.
Before he could register what was happening, Cook felt the glass showering down on him from above and then, CRACK. The frame hit the back of his head and the world spun about him. He was about to fall back when what remained of the wooden frame encircled him and kept him up. He had very little time to react as Tony's fist cracked against his nose. Cook only had a few moments to register the warmth of the blood dripping down his face before Tony's fist made contact again, making his head bounce back against the wall with another crack, and again, this one making his eyes water. His vision lined with the shadows of unconsciousness, Cook's knees threatened to give out as Tony screamed in his face.
Keeping his ever defiant nature, Cook glowered into the madman's face as best he could before spitting blood in his face. "Fuck you and your bells."
Holy fuck. Ok. Trying to have Cook not die now.
