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[c23-may]

I know we still have roughly three weeks until @chromosome23hq officially closes shop, but I wanted to make sure I made this and posted it when: 1) I had the time, and 2) people are still lurking around.

The longest RP I ran was for eleven months in 2016. At the end of its run, a member posted a video they had planned on posting on our one year anniversary (but, by then, I was the only mod and I wanted to die). This has stuck with me and, even now, I still go back to watch it every now and again. 

Mind you, her editing skills were far superior to my own and her formatting of the video was very different (but gotta keep it organized, right?). In any case, credit to her for inspiring this.

Now, into the spiel:

C23 has truly been the best roleplay experience of my entire career. Every character was so unique, every mun was such a brilliant writer, it felt like a family, and the admins genuinely cared. Be it because of member inactivity or admins losing motivation, it’s so easy for RPs to die within a week nowadays, but this one truly thrived! And I thank the admins so much for that. Every plot-drop was just as exciting as the last, every narrative point was just as fun to explore.

I don’t know if I’ll ever find another open RP that is even slightly akin to this one. Like... I literally had a thread with Gray where Vera and Ezra were vivisecting each other and loving it... I just don’t think things like that, and FCs like Abe Sapien and King Shark, happen very often in the RPC! And I am so grateful that we got to branch into the strange and outlandish here. 

Izzy, Kashia, Tin -- thank you for making this such a wonderful experience. And Tibby, wherever you are, thank you for the months you spent refining, too! Every time I get dressed for my ‘Jason’s victim’ role, I think of you. This admin team is absolutely beautiful and I’m so glad I got to know each and every one of y’all. Care about the RP, care about the members! I hope you all enjoyed it just as much as we did.

Finally, Tin? I hope this RP lasting ~15 months longer than you thought it would was worth it! That sounds sarcastic, but it’s not!

#q ! #<- queue'ing this so i dont become a huge sap when it publishes! #(also this is not my official goodbye i do still plan on doing a couple replies but. like. read the first paragraph for why im posting #it already LHFADKS) #(for folks who dont get on the dash anymore but are still in the ooc chat. like. i do plan on posting this there. but gotta not be a sap!) #i hope everyone likes my imovie usage! #(also i had to do tibby's characters by memory so i am so sorry if i forgot some!!)

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the great gig in the sky

“It is the way it is, you know? Everything must come to an end. The drip finally stops.”

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triggers: death, allusions to burning alive (:elmosmile:), idk is getting existential about the afterlife a thing? not like it was a great attempt but...

It was black. Pure darkness. With one door situated in the middle of the vast nothingness that sprawled before him.

And soon, as though he had actually walked towards it, he was in the middle of that door. His legs straddled each side, both taking up a different half of nothingness. He wanted to ask where he was. He wanted to speak. But he could not.

His grandmother -- or, perhaps, someone who looked like his grandmother -- approached him from the left half of the doorway and locked eyes with him. “David. It’s nice to see you again. Would you like anything?”

Finally, he could catch himself:

“Yeah, I... would like to know... where I am?”

The left half turned into a scene, a moment from memories’ past. His grandmother - his abuela -, his mother, his father, his brother, and his sister all sat around an Evergreen, the fire glaring against them. Not blazing. He could feel the warmth radiating. He could not feel the fire. 

Was that how he died?

He tried to lift his foot to step inside, but it wouldn’t move. It proved physically incapable.

“Wait a minute, David. All things come to those who wait.”

“What am I-”

On the right side, a light rested upon his friends -- or, perhaps, illusions of the group. Everyone was there. Roxi, Jordan, Finley, Victor, Will, Noah, among others. They waved to him, friendly faces and varying voices that chirped ‘I love you’s and the like.

This was impossible. Whatever this was, wherever he was. None of it was possible. Was it?

“I’m... confused.” Direct and to the point, he looked back towards his grandmother -- or whoever she really was. “What does... where am I?”

“There is no simple answer I can give you, David. You are, I would like to say, nowhere. You are straddling the real world and what comes next. It’s not limbo, nor is it the afterlife. I would say that it’s... a barrier.”

“A barrier?”

“A choice,” his grandmother reworded. Looking to both sides, exaggerating it so that David would follow suit, she continued, “It’s not one between your family or your friends. It’s between the world of the living and the world of the dead.”

“Why the hell would I choose death?”

“In your condition, there is little worth in going back. All it will do is give your doctors and friends false hope, a blip on the monitor. If you do, by some miracle, make a recovery...” She didn’t have to say it. Everything that would follow...

“I don’t... want to choose, abuela. I don’t want to choose.”

“Nobody ever does, sweetie,” she replied, cupping his cheek and shaking her head. “But everyone has to.”

In that distant memory of leaving Finley, the last memory he had, he knew he had been biting back tears. In his death, something he could only feel, he knew he had become so frantic and pained, there was no time to stop. Thus, all the tears that had been waiting to break finally flowed. And his messenger wiped them away, offering nothing but a sad smile.

“Let me make this easier...”

Everything was dark again. The warmth of his family was no longer on the side of the dead, the warmth of his friends was no longer on the side of the living. It was all absolute darkness. 

...

“David, it’s been a week.”

A week of straddling a door, crying, denying, and, eventually, resigning. Now there was just one question left:

“What’s... beyond?”

“Nothing.” A hand on his shoulder, she stated again, “There is nothing beyond.”

He nodded.

And he stepped through the door of the dead.

Into nothingness.

#sp ! #and david has officially ended. #THERE WE GO THERE'S THE THING I SAID I WLD FINISH #and i did but it wasnt as good as i was hoping it wld be but #had to get it up before arc two officially starts!!! #so that all traces of david r gone!!!

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superpowers... with stipulations ( p. 001 )

ft. @cordelialevy @mi-burke @jordxporter @surelouisb @everlasting-leo​

#c23stipulations #death tw #i have more for a future date but.... #havent the energy 2 make more rn #also bree kish was hard 2 find an image for yk i like to make it match the vibe just a LIL BIT but since she's mainly a model so many #of her pics did not suit the vibe of 'unbelievable.' #(good for her!) #me: im gna finish david's self-para to close out this blog perfectly! / also me: actually- #ANYWAY BACK TO WATCHING UNFRIENDED 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO.

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PLS DO NOT BLOCK

i’m may, blog attached to chromosome23hq, and i play jess turner, hriday ‘louis’ bhatt, mark jensen, & vera berenson ! 

i yeet’ed the first character i had into oblivion. he’s dead. unfortunately, all other character accounts are attached to this blog ! i prommy i’m not a spambot. may david castillo, est. july 30th, 2021, rest in peace. mutant bbq. alexa, play ‘bye bye’ by mariah carey :\

#pinned ! #enjoy my new icon he is so lovely! #(once upon a time i was gna write a rly nice n trippy para for david post-death but then.... i didnt finish it before the cut-off #so just..... know he made the decision to go through the door.)

[c23-may]

Minamoto and Mitsuba - Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun episode 09

#musings ! #musings ft. roxi ! #i have never seen this show but from what u told me and from these gifs i just know. i just KNOW it's sad. #(.........and if roxi DID witness david's death from a distance?)

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in case of death tired but not ready, brian mcgackin // vicious, v.e. schwab // saying your name, richard siken

#death tw #musings ! #time to go to sleep *elmosmile*

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12rounds​:

elliott’s face contorts into a mask of humor and rage—the kind of twisted expression you’d expect to see on someone who’s got nothing to lose. it doesn’t matter if he’s innocent or not (and elliott certainly doesn’t think so! if you’re not with the brotherhood, you’re a target!), and him running only gives him a chance to show off. he holds out his hand and concentrates hard on the flame burning around his palm and aims. it comes out in a thunderous burst—chasing the poor sucker in a straight line and lights up his shirt with an orange glow that grew brighter and hotter until he could see his skin blistering underneath it. 

there was a fast-approaching heat... then an agonizing burn... and then his skin began to mottle. he had been struck by fire. he was burning alive. there was no running around like a chicken with head head chopped off. there was no stop drop and rolling. there was no one to help. but what had he ever done to deserve that help ? soon, oxygen was replaced by smoke. soon, his muscles were contracting in such a manner that proved running wasn’t even an option. soon, his entire body had become one massive burn, blood pooling. and that was all there was to it.

( fin ! )

#fire tw #death tw #interactions ! #interaction ft. elliott !

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finlcyxwalsh​:

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She knows what David means by being a priority for the doctors. She had been stabbed more times than she cared to count, and every open wound was left open to the elements to invade. She’d be impressed if she didn’t have some life threatening infection on top of the life threatening stab wounds. But, all the same, she gave him an amused smile. “Of all the things to get famous for, a stab wound, huh? Who would have figured.” Famous was a bold word choice, but she was put on display for the world to see. A shining example of what could happen to you if you crossed the Brotherhood. If she were to be famous for anything, why did it have to be that? “I’m glad. I’ve missed spending time with you.” Silence settles again, and she ways the pros and cons of bargaining with him to stay put. She was already feeling slightly better being in a safe situation, sitting, and taking a steady intake of water. But, he was determined to help, and she was in no position to refuse such a thing. 

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“ i mean, at least it’s not, like... for starting a humiliatingly failed revolution. ” off the top of his head ? that was the most humiliating way to become famous ! but, man... there were so many others... that he was just totally blanking on thinking of because, christ, the time was drawing near. thirty seconds. “ i’ve missed hanging out with you, too... and who would i be to turn down something free ? ” in a few months’ time -- maybe just a month’s -- they would be sitting down at a café or bar, swapping all the good stories that had filled up the past... half a year. had it really been that long ? looking back to the clock, he tried to hold in a sigh when he realized the inevitable: the five minutes were up. no phone call. no page. no one knocking at the door. just silence and appreciating the mundanity of life for as long as they could.  chewing the inside of his cheek, he stood up and held his pager out for finley to take. “ if one of them, like, pages back or something, type ‘103 220′ and hopefully they’ll think to, like, check their voicemail for the number and where you’re at. ” unfortunately, there was no pager code for ‘this isn’t the owner of the pager, by the way, but he left it with me while he tries to find help because i need help so 911.′ “ if there’s a call, like... i mean, i bet you know, but, like, pick it up immediately- ” - better to accidentally pick up a call made by a stranger than potentially miss a call by one of the two people he knew could help - “ - and tell them, y’know, who you are and that you’re still at 45s and that i’m out but left the key to get in on the super high banister-thing above the door. ”  walking towards the door that separated the backroom from the store itself, he stopped in the middle of the doorframe. “ and tell them that david hopes they’re doing alright. ” now his feet just needed to move... to step out and into the main area... “ but i’ll be back with some back-up, i promise. ”

the trek to the door that separated the store from the chaos on the outside felt like the longest walk he had ever taken. he was powerless -- literally -- in a city that, now, relied on having abilities. a city where his best chance would be never having sold his telepathy... but he steeled his nerves and walked out the front door, locking it behind, jumping to reach the top banister, and pushing the keys back. all he needed to do was find a healer.

#interactions ! #interaction ft. finley ! #we can fade out here or on ur reply or wherever u think is good!

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finlcyxwalsh​:

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Finley closes her eyes, wondering if the theory of a watched pot never boils will work on getting the phone to ring. The couch shifts as David stands again and begins to move about the space again. She opens her eyes again, shifting her gaze from the phone back on David who’s running the sink again. “I know you won’t,” She says, softly. A small nod in addition. She trusts him and his judgment. All she can do is hope that David doesn’t need to try too hard to save her. He returns with a bucket full of water, prepping her with enough water to hydrate her for a few days. “Thank you.” Instinctively, her eyes fall back on the phone and it’s complete stillness. She hates it more than she can describe. She laughs softly, covering the wince that it brings on. “Uh, mostly seeing a Doctor after this is all said and done. I’ll need to spend time with friends. I feel like I haven’t done that in months. We’ll have to do something after all of this, too. I don’t care what you say, I’ll owe you at least one drink or coffee.” It felt odd making plans when she still didn’t know if she’d live, but it gave her a little bit of hope to do so if nothing else.

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“ sure, ” he replied with a gentle smile. he couldn’t heal her. he couldn’t seem to get either of the two friends he had who knew how to heal to, you know, heal her. supplying her with a surplus of water from an only-kind-of dusty bucket ? it was the least he could do.  gripping tightly onto his pager, trying to avoid eye contact with the phone and with the clock, he sat back down ( but he knew... he knew that he would have to stand back up in a minute’s time ). “ y’know, something tells me you’re gonna be, like... first priority with the doctors, ” he replied... before realizing that made it sound like she was going to die, thus backtracking, “ as in, like, with how many people, y’know, saw what happened and, like, all that. ” bringing up her status as the sacrificial lamb probably wasn’t much better, but at least it wasn’t potentially instilling a further fear of death ! he chuckled at her ‘offer’ and tilted his head to the side. “ y’know, i might take you up on that. it feels like it’s been forever. ” if they could live in that moment for forever, if they only had the mundane to think of... whatever the price for that was, he would pay it.

#interactions ! #interaction ft. finley ! #he'll punch himself in the face <3

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finlcyxwalsh​:

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Of course there was no first aid kit. There was seclusion and blankets and a working sink– but no bandages to be found. It’s not like it could really be quite so simple. And, besides, why have an in depth first aid kit in a record store where the worst someone could get was a paper cut? She shouldn’t have expected anything different. Still, she hates the idea of David going out there without any backup despite being the worst possible candidate to follow him. She nods, hesitantly, hoping that it won’t come to that and someone will just check their damn voicemail, but she knows they need a game plan anyway. She sits in silence for a moment, watching the phone with him, willing it to ring. “If you do have to go out there, be careful, okay? If the best you can do is bring back some bandages, we’ll make it work. I’ve survived this long, I have no intentions of going out now.” She didn’t want to disclose the entire situation to him if she could help it. But, she just needed to ensure he’d return in one piece, healer or no healer.

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staring at the phone, willing it to ring, was doing neither david nor finley any good. an idea sprang, more out of his body trying desperately to do anything other than think about what would possibly come, and he stood back up with the slightest tremor in his breath. moving to the back of the room again, he opened up a supply closet and wheeled out the tub he used when left on cleaning duty. over to the bathroom, he set it under the sink and let the faucet run. “ i’m not gonna let you... y’know... ” he called back, standing in the doorframe as he waited for the bucket to begin overflowing. what he wouldn’t let her do ? it didn’t need to be said. “ how’s... uh -- wait. ” the bucket brimming, he turned the faucet off, lugged it out of the sink, and wheeled it in front of finley. “ it’s no fiji, but now you can refill your water without having to, like, get up. ” looking down to his pager, the lack of a light on the phone that signaled the inbox was empty, and then to the clock: two minutes. he just wanted the mundane. “ so do you have any, like... fun plans ? ”

#blood tw #interactions ! #interaction ft. finley ! #''where the worst someone could get is a paper cut'' tbt to david spraining his wrist and getting a concussion.

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finlcyxwalsh​:

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Any sense of hope that maybe someone would be sitting at home, at the ready, would be able to come to the rescue washes away as David leaves another voicemail. There’s always Atticus, but she doesn’t know his number by heart, and something was telling her that he probably was about as available as Will and David’s friend. It seemed as if she would not be so lucky as to come across someone who could patch her up faster than any normal doctor could. David returns with a refilled jar, and Finley gives him a halfhearted smile as she lets herself stare at the door and just think. Think of any sort of game plan or any solution to the situation they had found themselves in. Because, no healer and no medical supplies basically meant no survival. And, despite the relief it brought to sit on a cushioned couch as opposed to some rickety metal chair in a warehouse, she didn’t want to die in the back room of 45s. All the same, she didn’t want David to go back out there and risk his own life on her behalf. “Are you sure? Maybe there’s a first aid kid or something around here? Bandages? If we can get the bleeding to slow down maybe… I don’t know, maybe I can go with you so you’re not alone out there.” She knew that wasn’t a real option. Whether the bleeding slowed or not, she was in no condition to be anything more than a hinderance to him. As much as she hated it, he was safer alone because at least he could run at the first sign of trouble. Still, it was worth a shot.

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truth be told ? david was scared. he was scared that his friend would die if he didn’t do anything. he was scared that he would die if he did. so he just kept his eyes glued to the phone, praying to a god he hadn’t talked to in over a decade for one of them to call back in the next five minutes and say that they were safe and on the way. running a hand through his hair, he shook his head. “ no, there’s -- that’s, like... the only excessive thing my manager never added to the mix, ” he replied with a half-hearted laugh, more to try to increase a feeling of levity for her than himself. bouncing his leg up and down, he rested his chin on folded hands. he didn’t want to die. he didn’t want finley to die. just a few hours ago, those worries would never have even crossed his mind. “ no -- no, you stay here. it’s way less safer for you out there than it is for me. and, like... we need someone to watch the phone, ” he said with another half-hearted laugh. allowing a brief pause, still staring at the phone and its empty voicemail, he sighed. “ if i go out in four minutes and one of them calls back, just... y’know, tell them who you are and that i’ll, like... leave a spare key way up high in this kinda... this kinda railing thing ? no one ever looks there, they always think it’s either in one of the potted plants or under the welcome mat. ”

#death mention tw #interactions ! #interaction ft. finley !

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finlcyxwalsh​:

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Finley studies him carefully, watching him leave a voicemail for Will. She wouldn’t be surprised if he was already out in the streets somewhere, but she thinks it’s best not to put that idea out there. There would be no tracking him down in chaos like there was right on the other side of the door. However, that does leave her between the rock and the hard place of trusting someone who is potentially another Crowe family member, and hoping she’s not close enough to have her alliance lie with the likes of the Brotherhood. But, she’s bleeding significantly, and she doesn’t have the chance to be picky with who tends to her. Besides, if David trusts her, she supposes that’s a good enough reason to give her the benefit of the doubt. She swallows her nerves, and nods. “If you think she’s trustworthy, that’s good enough for me. We’ll try her, too.” All she can hope is that she answers David’s call, because the last thing she wants is for him to have go back out onto the street for her account. Even if she did need some sort of medical attention, she would rather hold out hope that the blankets do an outstanding job of keeping her alive, than send David back into the fray. Even if he was just looking for help and not trying to fight, she knew it wasn’t safe. She had seen first hand how unlikely the Brotherhood was to take mercy first hand. “Let’s hope she’s available.”

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with finley’s tentative blessing, he nodded his head. he followed the same protocol as he had with will: ‘4-1-1 9-1-1′ on his pager, then a dial of her phone number. he knew -- by god, he knew -- that healers and medics were going to be on demand... but he prayed -- by god, he prayed -- the either will or stevie would be able to find the time and safety... alas, the phone cut to voicemail again. ( “ hey stevie, it’s david -- i’m calling from the, uh, phone in the backroom of 45s. i’ve got my friend here and she’s injured, like... really bad. i don’t know if you saw, but, like, she kinda got stabbed, which was kinda what started this... whole thing. um, anyway, we’re doing the best we can without, like, medical supplies and stuff right now, but that... yeah. uh -- yeah, if you get this and you’re, like, safe... you can just give me a ring back at 555-NOTE, aka 555-6683. again, that’s 555-NOTE, or 555-6683. yeah, just... be safe. -- again, if you can make it, we’re at 45s. yeah -- okay, be careful ! ” ) and they were the only two he knew. absentmindedly picking the tip-jar-turned-water-cup up and bringing it to the sink to refill it, thinking wasn’t an option. thinking wasn’t an option as he returned shortly, placed it beside her, and finally sat down, eyes glued to the phone. “ if neither of them call back in the next, like, five minutes, i’m gonna go out and look for someone. ” even five seemed a bit generous with the state finley was in.

#blood tw #interactions ! #interaction ft. finley ! #rly proud of the number i made up.

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12rounds​:

he clicks his tongue, “…nah. i don’t think that’s what you were doin’.” not that it matters. all elliott knows is that anyone who isn’t in the brotherhood’s a sitting duck. “y’look like someone who’s been dodging bullets. i don’t like that.”

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well... it was an astute observation, david had been pretty lucky. but it seemed as though his luck had run out and, without his ability ? ( hell, even if he still had it, he didn’t know how to use it ! ) he saw one option: run like hell. would he still try to keep his eyes peeled for any healers ? yes... but he’d be of no use if he were fucking dead !

#interactions ! #interaction ft. elliott ! #i am..... genuinely shocked that i went thru all my saved gifs of tyler and did not find even one (1) of him running.

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finlcyxwalsh​:

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“I was lucky if I got water in the first place, this is perfect,” Finley ensures, taking the jar in her hands, the cold touch of the glass against her skin welcome despite the fact she’s shivering. It’s not ice cold, but she knows that’s the worst thing for her to drink when she’s so heavily dehydrated. She takes a few slow sips, savoring the way water fills her mouth, each swallow like a little taste of heaven. She does her best not to drink it fast, taking slow and calculated sips, but she takes her time before she finally holds it in her lap and looks back at David. Will, she knows Will. She trusts Will. But, the next name is unfamiliar besides Crowe. It’s not common enough of a last name for Finley to consider it a coincidence, and, while she knows this person isn’t a Brotherhood member, she is quite possibly close to Levi in some way. And, who knew where her loyalties could really or how much discretion Finley could count on from a perfect stranger. “I know Will. Stevie— you trust her? Implicitly? I don’t think I need to explain how important it is that where we are stays a secret.”

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“ okay -- okay, yeah, cool. just -- yeah, like, let me know when you need, like, a refill. ” although he was proving shockingly clear-headed under the pressure of the situation ( undoubtedly aided by the fact that this was for a friend, not just for himself ), his manner of speech seemed to be... less so. but thought and action mattered more then than talking did, right ? they would have plenty of time to talk in the future -- remember that. “ yeah ? i’ll try him first. i mean, i was going to anyway since he’s, like, the healer, but since you, like... know him and all, y’know ? ” throwing will up on his pager ( because, despite having come into money, he still had not thought to buy a phone ), he sent ‘4-1-1 9-1-1′... then had the bright idea to actually use the phone in the backroom. he punched the numbers in with haste, staring at the pager all the while, and found an end at voicemail. ( “ hey, will, i don’t know if you’re, uh... like, out right now, but there’s, like, this super, super, super urgent situation at 45s. finley’s here and, like... yeah, i don’t know if you’re out right now, so i don’t know if you saw, but she got stabbed. uh... yeah, i hope you’re doing alright and just, like... give a ring back to this number when you can ! it’s 555-NOTE, so 555-6683. again, 555-NOTE, so 555-6683. yeah, just... be careful out there ! and, like, again, we’re at 45s. ” ) then, turning back to finley, he completely understood her apprehension over letting a woman she had never met join. he could lie, say that his telepathy told him all he needed to know, but just saying he still had his telepathy would be a lie ( not to mention, he needed finley to feel safe ). “ i don’t know her super well, she’s a new friend - ” - if she would even agree that they were friends - “ - but she helped me out, like, totally unprompted and didn’t ask for anything in return. if you, like, don’t trust that, i get it and it’s totally your call, but, like... y’know, i just... the more possibilities, right ? ”

#blood tw #interactions ! #interaction ft. finley !

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finlcyxwalsh​:

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Finley focused solely on keeping herself steady as David worked, ding her best to hold back her winces and bite her tongue to keep from vocalizing the pain that it caused on, not only her fresh wound, but her ribs as well. She didn’t need David to feel bad for doing exactly as she asked. No matter how badly it hurt, it was exactly what needed to be done in order to keep her from bleeding out. Even if her blood did just soak into the fabric of the blankets faster than she had anticipated. That probably wasn’t a good sign, but once again, she tried to shield that feeling from him. It wasn’t like he had the capabilities to stitch her up anyway. He was doing everything well within his power to help her, and that was good enough. 

Finley took his outstretched hands once again, using them to settle back on to the couch before another wave of dizziness could knock her off of her feet first. “It feels tight, you did a good job,” She confirmed. And, it did even if it hurt like hell to so much as breathe. But, at least there was some sort of pressure against her wound now. Enough that it didn’t need constant attention from her to ensure there was enough pressure against it. “That feels better than it did when it was just… bleeding.” 

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“ okay -- alright, cool. ” he tried to pretend he couldn’t see the blood still seeping -- if he did, if he let himself fully register it, he would devolve into utter uselessness. he would either fixate until it was too late or panic and become too frantic to do anything. it was no longer just free-flowing though. he had to remember that. leaning down, he picked up the tip jar turned cup of water and offered it to finley. “ i’m sorry that that’s, like... the best thing i could find. just let me know if... or, like, when you need a refill. ” the average mason jar wasn’t exactly voluminous to rehydrate a wilting flower after one pour... “ i’m gonna go ahead and, uh -- do you know will o’connell ? or stevie crowe ? ” he asked, fiddling with his super cool pager, finally feeling like the most important part -- the part that would truly save her, that wouldn’t just be a temporary solution -- was in sight. as he remembered it, stevie wasn’t a healer, but her intuitive medical knowledge and good bedside manner would have her equipped in mere seconds. and will ? ...that one was self-explanatory. 

#blood tw #interactions ! #interaction ft. finley ! #realizing stevie has the same last name as levi.......................

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finlcyxwalsh​:

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Finley does her best to fight away the exhaustion pulling her towards sleep. If she fell asleep now, she would run the risk of not waking up. While she doesn’t doubt David would wake her, she just doesn’t want to risk it. So, instead, she lets herself study the ceiling, counting all the bulbs that were burnt out above her head to keep her shrouded in enough dark to not draw attention. She can feel David bustling around the backroom, the slight shift in weight of the blankets he’s found hit the top of the couch. She looks towards him, practically seeing the lightbulb go on over his head as an idea strikes him.

He creeps back out to the storefront, and Finley watches the door carefully as if some jumpscare will reappear from around the corner the minute David leaves the room. Of course, it’s David who reappears with a clear, glass jar in hand. She can hear the rush of water from the sink faucet, and she could almost cry at the sound alone if she wasn’t already so dehydrated.

David reappears with a full glass of water, and as much as she wants to take that first, she knows he’s right in trying to stop the bleeding first. “Yeah, that works. Pressure, it’ll be good for it,” She says as takes his hands, letting him pull her to her feet despite the way her body protests. She lifts her arms as much as she can, helping the blanket around her middle. “Tie it as tight as you can. It’ll hurt, but it needs to be tight to its job.”

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as soon as she was standing, balanced enough for him to carefully let go of her hands, he took the first blanket and wrapped her in it like a burrito, pressing into her as lightly as he could while still getting it tight enough to make some form of a difference. -- naturally, it was very tempted to fall off, but after an amateur and band-aid solution knot had been tied at the top, he took the next as both a way to apply more pressure and keep the first blanket on. rolling it in on itself until it created a tight tube, a sympathetic wince crossed his featured when he pressed it against the wound ( blood... so much blood... god, she needed someone to heal her -- he couldn’t stand to have her die, much more under his watch and promise that he would find help )... but he had to carry on. wrapping it around her waist as many times as he could, tying it as tightly as he could, then allowing the other blanket’s knot to drop -- fastened now by this belt-like blanket bandage... “ okay -- is that okay ? i mean, like, i know it probably doesn’t feel okay, but does it feel, like... tight enough ? ” he asked, holding his hands out for her to take again -- help her to either continue standing, if need be, or simply lower herself again. lower herself to where there was one final blanket for warmth, where there was water, where there were the few things he had left that he could do for her. dammit if he didn’t already have his pager at the ready !

#blood tw #interactions ! #interaction ft. finley ! #as with my last replies..... as u kno...... i am trying 2 shorten #that said..... im so sorry abt that first paragraph it was rly just a disjointed how-to guide on how 2 wrap ppl in blankets HFOAUDILS

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Maybe it’s that she knows what the Brotherhood is capable of, but Finley wants to stop him and remind him he was going against an organization that were willing to bleed her dry in the street in their ranks. Dropping what he was doing to help her put a target on his back, and she knew this. She’d be shocked if he didn’t know it, too. That was a lot more than she could expect of anyone. After what she endured, she would find it hard to ask anyone to cross paths with any member on her behalf. This scenario, being half dead as it was, made it easier to grant herself grace in needing to ask for help. She’d probably already be dead or recaptured had she not run into David. It wasn’t like it would take long to catch wounded prey with bright red hair.

Finley walks with David towards the back of store, the back office, watching the room come a dim illumination. The couch against the back wall looked so incredibly inviting in this moment. She certainly wouldn’t think the same thing any other day, but the mere thought of something cushiony and warm was good enough for her at this point. 

David deposits her on the couch as gently as possible— her and her aching body both appreciate that —and she sinks into the cushions with a sigh of relief. Being off her feet, being free of the worst aches in her legs and feet. Even though the ache in her broken ribs was not enough to take away from the relief it gave the rest of her. She looks to David, and nods. “I’ll be here,” She quips lightheartedly. Like she could make it far without assistance right now anyhow. “I’ll be okay,” She encourages. She’s no empath, but the panic rolls off him in waves, “I’m better off hiding out here medical attention or not.”

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stopping the blood loss was likely more important than hydration -- in the short-term, that was. in the short-term, blood loss could drain and kill. and everything had to be thought of as if he were working in the short-term and the short-term alone -- if he wanted her to be safe, the average priority of hydration would have to skew as he marched towards the back of the room, rolling carts out of the way until the large plastic storage box was in sight. opening it, he withdrew three blankets -- two long ones to try to wrap her in like a burrito, one to use for actual warmth. he walked back to the couch and rested them atop, then... plastic stor - the tip jar ! holding up a hushed finger, he crept back into the main area and yoinked the glass tip jar from the counter, careful to stay low, even if the metal on the windows was meant to be hiding.  so, back to the backroom, acting with nothing but a diligence he hadn’t shown since he... acting with nothing but a diligence he had never shown, he trooped to the side of the couch, reaching the bathroom, turning on the sink, placing the jar below it, rinsing any dust particles out, filling it to the brim, then back to the main area of the backroom, setting the glass on the floor. with his hands outstretched for her to take, he said, “ i think we should, like, wrap you up tight first so that, y’know, the blood loss... it’ll at least, like, have something... blocking it ? ” ...he didn’t really know how blood loss worked, but he knew you were usually supposed to put something tight around it ! “ and then you can, y’know, warm up and drink some water while i see if i can, like, get someone who could help way better down here. does that sound good ? ”

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