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 All of us Get Lost in the Darkness, Cole Darden
Ripley GMT He/him 21 Offline 3|3|3 RipleyInSpace
20 POINTS EARNED
55 POSTS MADE
Charlie
25
She/her
Special Agent
Bisexual
Single
MEET Charlie
charlie lin
25 - lykofos – punching – sarcasm
Hot water pounded at Charlie’s temples as she leaned against the wall of her shower in deep thought. It was during these moments that her ability to think, separated from the outside, became a truly selfish act. In the present moment, unfettered by the assault of the outside world, Charlie Lin was able to simply think without outside context. In this present moment, she was thinking that her finger very much hurt. Luckily, the wrist was a much quicker fix, but the clean break on her finger had been a nasty one.
Scowling at the tape, she unwound it carefully and let out a husky gasp. After she was done unwinding, she’d tape it up again.

After another two minutes under the cavalcade of water, she turned off her shower and stepped out. Grabbing a towel with a sigh, she threw it over her hair, giving a light drying with her one usable hand, before exiting the bathroom and giving the rest of her body a cursory drying. For the moment, she was more concerned with re-splinting her finger. Fortunately, the two things she kept organised in her room were films and medical supplies.
Taking great pains to gently, yet firmly rebind her finger, she caught sight of a sports bra tossed onto the floor and curled her toes around it. Satisfied with her taping job, she dumped the tape back into the draw it lived in, and hurled the bra up with her foot. Holding it in her teeth while she gave herself a more thorough drying, she pulled it on and set about hunting for sweatpants as she waited for Ares.


adrien cst he/him 25 Offline 3 | 3 | 3 gay rat dad#1820
550 POINTS EARNED
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26
he/him
special ops
homosexual
single / owned (sasha)
rank 4
MEET ares
the more that you leave me
Some days, his own empty apartment didn’t offer Ares the peace and reassurance that he needed. It was silent on all the wrong ways and just a reminder of his lot in life. There were things afforded to others than never had and never would be offered to him. Even stopping by it briefly in order to unceremoniously dump an impressive collection of minuscule bottles of hotel alcohol into a plastic shopping bag was more than enough for him. His own loudly empty home was the last place that he wanted to be. It may have been his place in theory, but the memories and feelings associated with it were anything but solely Ares. All the more reason to make his stop by a brief one.

It was good to have direction and distraction alike: both things that Charlie had provided him with. The promise of alcohol and bad movies combined with good company was a peek of sunlight through the tumultuous storm that had become his life. But provided that topics of contention could be avoided, the night promised to be a decent one. A fantastic one when put in comparison with his last few days. He really didn’t want to think about any of that. Even if there was the unexpected gift of a certain sniper’s dogtags worn around the soldier’s neck and subtly beneath his shirt. That could only put a plaster over so much of an injury.

When he made it to his destination, Ares didn’t do much knock as he did shove the door open with his forearm. “Look. I’ve had a shit few days and if I don’t get equally shitfaced tonight, I’m holding you responsible.” The bottles clinked together helplessly when he tossed the bag onto the nearest piece of furniture. “Everything is so fucked up and my only goal is to be even more fucked up than the rest of my life. Capiche?” Despite his usually loud demeanor as present as it ever was, his eyes had a wideness to them that was foreign for the man. It was a sort of desperation and confusion that lent validity to the urgency of his words.

“So I’m thinking we go bottle for bottle and figure out which one of us has the higher tolerance once and for all, right? Gotta know who has that crown.” There was a smile of sorts over his perpetually bruised face and split lips but just like his eyes, it was a terse smile that was nothing less than a dead giveaway regarding his mental condition at the moment. The soldier could only handle so much - which in all honesty was a lot - before reaching a breaking point. A point that had recently been met and forced past to the point that the aftermath still had him rattled in a way that he never had been before.

“So what do you say?”

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This post has been edited by Cole Darden: Oct 4 2017, 06:35 PM
Ripley GMT He/him 21 Offline 3|3|3 RipleyInSpace
20 POINTS EARNED
55 POSTS MADE
Charlie
25
She/her
Special Agent
Bisexual
Single
MEET Charlie
charlie lin
25 - lykofos – punching – sarcasm
Finally finding her most comfortable pair of sweat pants – hidden beneath a pillow, perfectly folded, for whatever reason – Charlie wriggled into them, hopping about. The broken finger and sprained wrists made what was a relatively mundane task incredibly arduous. Irritable, she waddled around her place, grumbling under her breath as she made her way to the kitchen. Retrieving the leftovers, she microwaved them to a nuclear degree, and was tucking heartily into a spring roll as her front door opened.

If Ares had paid attention to her, he would notice her chewing slow momentarily as she saw his face. He looked like shit. Not exactly unusual, but this time it showed. There was no devil-may-care swagger to him, no vicious smirk twisting his perfect split lips into a charismatic leer. No, he looked haggard. She had always joked that she wondered when his head would start looking like the inside of a cantaloupe, but now the bruising was starting to take its toll on his skin. He looked old. At twenty-fucking-six.

Listening to his little speech, she kept a neutral expression – a practiced and perfect response – and finished her spring roll. Grabbing another, her eyes drifted to the bag he’d tossed onto her bed and a slight flicker of fire danced behind her eyes. Eyes moving back to him, registering the weak smile, she simply raised an eyebrow and offered the tub of cold spring rolls.

“Get drunk, watch movies, ask questions half-heartedly," her reply was just as convincing as his present display of stoicism. “Understood. Sit down and eat, I’ll line up shots.” They were both very well practised at lying to each other about how well they were doing. Years of arguments regarding the same person had created an equilibrium of willing ignorance, where he’d pretend to be fine and insist she not pry, and she’d promise not to pry before waiting a while and prying gently.
It wasn’t so much healthy, as it was good enough for now. She’d grown patient. She couldn’t rush into their relationship as zealously as she once had.

"So, you see a medic this time? We gonna compete on injuries too?"

adrien cst he/him 25 Offline 3 | 3 | 3 gay rat dad#1820
550 POINTS EARNED
226 POSTS MADE
ares
26
he/him
special ops
homosexual
single / owned (sasha)
rank 4
MEET ares
the more that you leave me
There was no doubt that even though he was putting in his best effort at hiding the magnitude of the effect everything had had on him, she was seeing right through him. It was unavoidable and even expected. They danced along the same path every single time the marks of abuse became a little too evident and Ares' fragile psyche began to show hairline fractures. It had been the same process for years and it had simply become a fact of both of their lives. Nothing ever changed. Save for the injuries and the exhaustion that the soldier carried himself with. An already fragile mentality could only take so much and everything had added up so quickly and so violently that the culmination of it all was so violent that it left the man shell shocked.

"You know the plan." Ares answered her. At least in theory. His voice was as vacant as everything else, but food was as much a draw for him as ever. There was no avoiding the constant hunger and food was an opportunity to focus on something tangible that he could actually cope with. Chinese food was among his top three indulgences, after all. Be they leftovers or not.

Rather than simply eat, Ares crammed a springroll in its entirety into his mouth and effectively muted himself. It was impossible to talk with his mouth so full and that was the easiest way of avoiding questions. Rendering himself incapable of answering and then move on casually, pretending to have forgotten about it. Though when combined with how many times he had taken one, two, three too many hits to the head...there was damage deeper than was evident.

"Why would I see a medic for a broken finger?" He questioned her around the food in his mouth, a hand held lazily over his lower face out of an afterthought regarding manners. "Just gotta tape that shit and it'll be fine."

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BY MITZI
Ripley GMT He/him 21 Offline 3|3|3 RipleyInSpace
20 POINTS EARNED
55 POSTS MADE
Charlie
25
She/her
Special Agent
Bisexual
Single
MEET Charlie
charlie lin
25 - lykofos – punching – sarcasm
Smirking hollowly, Charlie placed a hand on Ares’ chest and guided him toward the couch that held all of her Ares-healing powers. Setting the spring rolls down on her coffee table, she flung one into her mouth like a seal doing tricks, before raiding the bag her friend had brought with him. A quizzical brow assaulted the first miniature bottle of tequila, eyes widening for a split second, before a grin cracked over her face and she pulled out another three to accompany it. Sweeping up four little bottles of vodka – more clumsily than she would have like – and just about navigated them to the coffee table. Standing all eight bottles up, she finally addressed his protest.

“I’ve seen your taping before,” came an incisive retort as the more nimble fingers of her off hand twisted the caps off of two bottles of tequila. “Show me the fingers.” She didn’t need him to acquiesce: she had already seen. She said it more to give the illusion of interaction. Avoid what wanted to be asked at every available opportunity. Tutting, Charlie shook her head and retrieved the same tape she’d used on herself.

“Medic would’ve done a better job, dumbass,” she then motioned to take his hand with one of hers, tape in the other. “Here, let me.” Anything to stop asking questions. It was going to happen, but it needed to not be the first thing she asked as soon as he’d sat down.

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