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Curtis Hill | 30 | Security Guard “I want to protect innocent people from sin by locking them in cages, where the evil can’t get to them.”

[maysileedonners]

[xxcurtis]

holland-dylan:

steve rogers according to tumblr.

[xxcurtis]

hunterxblack:

Hunter offers a soft smirk. That would be just his luck, wouldn’t it? “Yeah—’m sure someone there’s not an asshole. And they have good food so I guess it might be worth a short trip.” It’s rare to meet a person with real empathy inside them, especially in a place like Eichen, but he can tell that the security guard is genuine. However, there’s no need to panic. “‘m good, ‘m good…just not exactly Superman, that’s all.” Understatement of the year, but he’s going with it. Refusing the water with a curt shake of the head, he stands a little straighter and opts to lean against the nearest wall.

“—I don’t think I ever introduced myself properly. Hunter. Patient. Not very athletic, obviously. Nice to meet you.”

He nods, deciding then not to ask again - if, later on, Hunter needs to stop again, he won’t question him about it. “That’s alright; the steps here are pretty steep, anyways. If you do need something, don’t hesitate to ask.” It was pretty much what he was there for, after all: to keep patients from keeling over dead, for one reason or another.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Hunter; I’m Curtis - security guard, in case the uniform didn’t give it away.”

[xxcurtis]

ғᴏʀᴛʜᴡɪᴛʜ;; Curtis + Jinx

[xxcurtis]

missjinxdouglas:

“Good, that’s good,” Jinx replied with a small nod. He was closer to reality than she initially thought. Her free hand left their other two and reached into her bag, grasping at a bottle of water. “Here,” she said, offering it with the top popped. “Do you live in Cadwell?” the scientist asked quietly. There was hesitance in her tone mixed with concern. It had been so long since she dealt with someone’s PTSD and it brought back too many memories of her mother. 

He grasped her hand with a little more certainty, going over the day’s events in his mind - he’d gotten up, started towards work, and then what? All the fireworks. “Thanks,” he managed, taking the bottle of water. Curtis took his time, trying to slow his pulse just a bit. “No; up in . . Warner Robins.” It took him a moment to remember the name of it, given that he’d moved there rather recently. It was about an hour’s drive from his house to Eichen, but he made the trip each day regardless.

[vikander]

He’s grabbing his boob, throwing his head back and laughing hysterically like whatever that person says is the funniest thing he’s ever heard. But that’s what he’s like in real life. He just grabs his boobs and burst into laughter.

[fyp-philosophy]

Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.

Immanuel Kant (via fyp-philosophy)

[beryl-wilson]

[beryl-wilson]

Beryl stopped spinning as soon as she was addressed. She faced the man a drunken smile plastered on her face as she stretched out a hand. “D'ya want t'dance with me?” Her words slurred together. She was completely oblivious to the fact that he was a guard even when she knew for a fact she had recognized him. Her train of thought didn’t even make sense, she honestly believed he had been the one that broke her out of jail. The problem with that was, one: she had never broken out of jail because two: she had never been to jail. “S'nice t'see ya again.” She whispered followed by a giggle.

[xxcurtis]

The man tensed, confusion on his features. “I’m sorry?” Curtis’ expression showed panic for a moment, before he took a second to actually think. They were in the States; she wouldn’t recognize him from his tours. “I don’t think staff members can dance with patients, miss.” He managed a smile, although it wavered as he gestured to the door. “Would you mind coming with me?”

[xxcurtis]

ғᴏʀᴛʜᴡɪᴛʜ;; Curtis + Jinx

[missjinxdouglas-blog]

She took her free hand and rested it over their joined ones. “That’s correct,” Jinx nodded. “Do you know today’s date,” she paused, quickly glancing down at his name tag, “Curtis?” They had never even met before. Although, the scientist wasn’t known for being the most sociable, but considering the circumstances she wasn’t enjoying the introduction.

[xxcurtis]

Today's date - the same as it had been last year, during the month of July, when he'd lost his mind had a similar moment of difficulty. "July fourth," he replied, a bit more steady that time than he had been with his other responses. The fact that she knew his name was a bit startling, but he recalled that he was wearing a name tag-- because he was at work, where panicking as such was not at all allowed.

[xxcurtis]

ғᴏʀᴛʜᴡɪᴛʜ;; Curtis + Michael

[the-michael-moran-blog]

“Why shouldn’t I go outside?” He asked in a soft tone of voice, trying to figure out exactly what the problem was here. “The weather? It uh… a little chilly, it’s starting to rain a little I think,” he said. “My name’s Michael. Michael Moran. What’s your name?”

[xxcurtis]

"There's--" He cut himself off with an uncomfortable cough, sitting up a little straighter. "Nothing; there's nothing." He was starting to become more certain of that now - the temperature overseas was always high, and it was a dry heat. "Michael . . . Sergeant First Class, Curtis Hill, sir." The title slipped out from habit, not from thought; otherwise, he wouldn't have given it.

[beryl-wilson]

Beryl got out to the gala, her red hair was styled perfectly for her black dress. She immediately looked for someone she knew but found something much more interesting. A few unattended drinks settled down on a table, she casually walked over and drank a few of them. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it would. Within the hour she had drank enough to be drunk and she stood in the middle of the dance floor twirling in time with the music.

[xxcurtis]

While Curtis spent every day watching patients, having to watch them at this event - no, the very fact that it was mandatory for the kids to go - was ridiculous. Despite his thoughts, he soon discovered that he still had a job to do. A girl he'd been keeping an eye on for the last half hour or so had downed a few drinks that obviously weren't hers, and now she was off dancing in the middle of the floor. With a remorseful, haggard sigh, he went over to her, forcing a smile.

"How's the dance?" he questioned lightly, hoping that he could just get her out of there - quietly - and get her sobered up.

[hunterxblack-deactivated2016051]

To be entirely honest, Hunter doesn’t really care if it’s the right floor or not—he needs a break like yesterday. “School trip, freshman year. French people are fucking snobs. Would not recommend.” Trudging through the open door, he takes a few steps before bending over and wrapping his fingers around his knees. “–I vote five minute recess.” he proposes, breathing slightly more strained than usual, but nothing to be concerned about.

[xxcurtis]

"Maybe only the ones you met were," he suggests lightly, trying to keep the conversation from getting dragged down by negative feelings. He barely notices that Hunter has stopped, distracted by his own thoughts, but luckily manages to keep from crashing into him-- just barely. "Are you alright?" His question is laced with concern - Curtis truly cares, even if he's bound by his job in certain respects. "It isn't far, but if you want to take a break, that's fine." He's careful not to say that the patient needs to rest - he doesn't want to make him feel any worse than he probably already does. "I can get you some water, if you'd like." It's far easier to care for Hunter and distract himself than it is to dwell on his own thoughts, so he doesn't mind doing all this, although he would have made the offer either way.

[xxcurtis]

ғᴏʀᴛʜᴡɪᴛʜ;; Curtis + Jinx

[missjinxdouglas-blog]

Letting her bag settle on the floor beside her, Jinx stretched out her arm. “Okay, that’s good. First can I take your hand?” she asked. There wasn’t anything else but her for him to hold onto and from her prior experience he needed to feel something real. “Can you tell me where we are?” she questioned. Flashbacks weren’t the most fun time to play twenty questions, but it was how she knew to help.

[xxcurtis]

She wanted his hand-- it's a hand it's a hand it's a hand. That was fine; it had to be fine. He reached out to take hers in his, squeezing a bit - not enough to hurt, but enough to secure him a little more. "Eichen. We're at Eichen House." The bombs weren't there - they were half a world a way - but he could still hear them.

[xxcurtis]

ғᴏʀᴛʜᴡɪᴛʜ;; Curtis + Michael

[the-michael-moran-blog]

Michael was just heading back to his office to finish up for the night. He wasn’t usually here this late but there had been a lot more paperwork recently that he needed to finish off. As he turned the corner to his office, he spotted the man sitting on the floor against the wall. He paused for a moment, not really knowing whether to approach him or not before realising that something must be wrong. He moved over to the man, crouching down beside him, though he left a fair amount of space between them in case he didn’t want people close to him. “Hey, is everything okay?”

[xxcurtis]

"Don't go outside," he said, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. The cold of the floor was seeping in through the fabric of his pants, pulling him back towards reality, but he was still stuck somewhere between the war and Eichen. "What's the weather?" Perhaps if he asked pointless questions, it would help him solidify his state - that he was in the real world. "And-- your name. The weather and your name."

[xxcurtis]

ғᴏʀᴛʜᴡɪᴛʜ;; Curtis + Jinx

[missjinxdouglas-blog]

It was far too late for Jinx to be in the lab and yet there she was sifting through papers and notes. As her birthday neared she grew more anxious, but that wasn’t something she’d discuss in her workplace. Finally noticing how late she had stayed, the scientist gathered her things to head out and return home, grasping at all the sleep she could get. 

The halls were quiet, deserted even, and the faint click of her heels echoed down them. Jinx was distracted as she rummaged through her bag when she neared another figure. Her gaze met his shut eyes. His demeanor seemed much more tense than her’s and the look on his face was one she had seen before. When her eyes settled on him he rushed over, keeping a safe distance between them. “Hey. My name is Jinx. Can I ask you some questions?” the scientist tried to bring him back to reality.

[xxcurtis]

Her voice, as quiet as it was to him - seeing she’d settled herself on his deaf side - cut through what only he could hear. The sound of fireworks was just a memory, but it mixed with his flashback. “Jinx,” he repeated, looking rather haggard. “Questions?” This wasn’t the time for questions; this was wartime, it was violent– but he relented. She was probably just as scared as he was. “Go ahead.” While he spoke in nothing more than short phrases, they seemed to tire him, for his breathing remained fast and labored.

[hunterxblack-deactivated2016051]

“Oh, hell yeah, man. Those things were killer.” His parents took him up to Boston a couple times when he was little on business. He remembers it being boring as hell, but at the end of the day his mom always bought him a treat for…well, basically not being a shit while she was busy talking to everyone.

It’s fairly obvious that the conversation is heading in a direction neither of them would prefer to travel down, so he not-so casually shifts gears. “—Jesus Christ, we almost there yet? I feel like I’m climbing up the fuckin’ Eiffel Tower.”

[xxcurtis]

"Almost," he says, but it's a lie. At least, he thinks it is. It's a little hard to tell - the stairwell no longer looks familiar. In fact, it feels rather intimidating to him, what with the fluorescent light flickering overhead. "Here--" Curtis isn't sure this is the right hallway, or the right floor, but he opens the door on the landing all the same. The teenager is right; the steps feel endless. "Have you been to the Eiffel Tower before?" A slightly less awkward topic change - more of a flow into something similar than a large jump.

[xxcurtis]

ғᴏʀᴛʜᴡɪᴛʜ;; Curtis +

Instead of staying home and cowering in his room as common sense told him to, Curtis had gone to work, despite it being the middle of the night (and most certainly not his shift). Plenty of people had called in ‘sick,’ though - probably since it was the night of the 4th of July - and there were definitely a few things for him to do. Unfortunately, what the man was doing now was not work; it was a lot less fun than that. Although he’d thrown himself into his duties, they hadn’t been enough to distract him, and had only stifled his growing anxiousness momentarily. When something fell further down the hall, it shattered the fragile barrier he’d manage to set up in his mind, and he gave in.

Without giving a thought as to who might see him, he leaned back against the nearest wall before sliding down to the ground. His breathing was fast, unsteady, nervous - even though the minefields he’d lost part of his hearing to were halfway across the world, he could have sworn he was back in them again.

[tchalia]

[hunterxblack-deactivated2016051]

“Aye aye, Captain.” Security Guard uses hard-ass lecture. It’s not very effective.

“Well, there’s only one Wicked Good Cupcakes in the United States and you can guess where it’s located. I think that disproves your theory.” Hunter puts on a flashy show for the people around him, but the steps are infinite and when you feel like shit 99.999% of the time, it pretty much halts all physical activity. Momentum is being lost, breathing more of a struggle, but he continues on the path being as massive of an asshole as he can be. “I dunno. Five, six months I guess?”

[xxcurtis]

The word captain is a bit sore for him, seeing as it reminds him of the life he’s left rather recently, but he manages to ignore it.

"Is there really? I guess it does. You seem fairly knowledgable about Boston - have you been to Mike's Pastry, up in the North End? If there's anything I miss, being in the south, it's those cannolis." A heavy sigh leaves him, but he brushes off his momentary sadness. It's better to be here, where nobody remembers him, and nobody expects him to remember them.