#[ eb ] ── * 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. { emily barlow. }

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&. ❝ there’s a whole lot you’re not telling me. ❞ (for emily) | @alicemarion

The blonde nurse is preoccupied as Alison speaks, humming away to one of the tunes the Reagents and other medical staff often hear quietly playing behind the pharmacy counter. Nurse Barlow acts as if she's no clue what she could mean, but her smile and the glitter in her eyes are all too knowing as she carefully begins packing away the current round of Alison's treatment.

"Oh, sweetpea, that's simply because there's many things you needn't ever concern yourself with." is the simple, dismissive response. "All you need to focus on is yourself, and feeling better, and making sure you don't go sneaking about in places you could get hurt or break something." the nurse gives her pointed eyes; she hears the guards and staff when they talk, and Emily has heard quite a few of them who work in strictly prohibited areas - like near where the Reagents reside - mention a strange girl sneaking about.

#[ eb ] ── * 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. { emily barlow. } #alicemarion #[ 𝟎𝟎 ] ── * 𝐎𝐎𝐂. { queue. } #imma be realsies and admit im not familiar with alison's story but hopefully this (& jaz's) makes sense for her! c;

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&. 01. red, for emily. | @mkagent

RED. A staple in everyones' wardrobe, a signature shade to paint lip and cheek. The gown a woman chooses to garner a certain type of attention. The flush of skin when embarrassed, or after the sun has shone harsh on exposed flesh for far too long.

It's the color of the clips and ties she uses to draw golden locks back behind her head and out of her face. Of many of her pens and notepads. Its a color of peace, of love, and comfort for Nurse Barlow in nearly all other walks of life.

Memories with this shade are often plentiful and elicit a smile from Emily. Snippets flashing across her mind of the crooked smiles of men who flirt with her, who've kissed the back of her hand in greeting and whispered in her ear endearment that she prefers to keep to herself.

Inside the facility however, RED means something darker.

RED is the appearance of the blood quite literally on her hands.

RED is what pools in gaping wounds, the severed limbs, the broken eye sockets. It fills the whites of the eyes, stains her nurses' gown, discolors the unfortunate reagents' tattered, dirtied hand-me-down clothes.

Its the color of disappointment in the reagents' failure at therapy, when they lay lifeless on the gurney following their trial. Its the color of the heart - stopped or even missing from its chest cavity from the reagents corpse, or broken in her own when she recognizes the familiar friendly face of the deceased reagent in front of her.

RED is passionate. Feverish. Violent.

And most times she is met with the color, it brings a smile to her face.

#gore mention / #violence mention / #[ EB ] ── * 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘. { emily barlow. } #[ EB ] ── * 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. { emily barlow. }