capncurlyfried

[capncurlyfried]

[with all the infinitesimal effort in his body, he makes the catastrophic choice of moving his head aside. it burns, it stretches muscles now solidifying.]

[he does it so she can bury her face in his pillow.]

// ooc , hello hello !!!! once again I am back for rp 😈 (/nf)

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Anya walked into the medical room. Her head was down, hands nervously scratching at her wrists. She took a glance behind herself, making sure the door closed before looking at Curly. Her eyes seemed a bit watery, hesitantly taking a chair and sitting near Curly's bed.

She didn't say anything, not yet. Just sat there near him, not meeting his gaze, still scratching her wrists.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a shaky breath in and out.

" ..Hi, Curly. "

" ..I'm-.. Can I sit here for a bit? With you? "

- 💙💊 / @nurse-anya

of course, anya.

is everything alright?

did someone say something to you?

[capncurlyfried]

i thought i'd be sad.

to think about killing him. but it only feels amazing. i come up with ways to do it a lot. but sometimes when i see him upset, a

sick

part of me, just wants to comfort him. it feels awful. i feel evil for touching him. i feel evil for knowing him. i feel evil for being his friend. his friend. i was friends with him. what does that say about me?

i used to say i'd beat the shit out of any fucking rapist i met and i didn't. maybe i should have. but then i'd have a criminal record. then everyone would lose their last paycheck. but anything is better than this. anything. even if they hate me for it.

my favourite is with my hands.

“I’ve heard for the grape vine that you’ve have an eventful past few days. How’s that go with you?”

He had more coffee with him and straws

-@captain-44-curly

i was healthy for a bit. wizards. don't think about it too hard.

i looked just like you!

[he would have smiled. he didn't. nothing he can do anymore resembles a smile.]

i looked just like you...except, i think i noticed something. my hair was a little bit darker, yeah? darker blonde. yours was just a little lighter. another small difference. outside of all the other ones.

i thought a lot. about the other differences.

[capncurlyfried]

you can let it out

[he let out a hoarse wheeze. he's trying to cry, too.]

you can cry, as long as

as long as he doesn't hear you

as,.

as long as-

i've heard how he talks to you when you're upset

i don't want you to go through that

you can cry in here

[he gasped.]

you can cry in here.

// ooc , hello hello !!!! once again I am back for rp 😈 (/nf)

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Anya walked into the medical room. Her head was down, hands nervously scratching at her wrists. She took a glance behind herself, making sure the door closed before looking at Curly. Her eyes seemed a bit watery, hesitantly taking a chair and sitting near Curly's bed.

She didn't say anything, not yet. Just sat there near him, not meeting his gaze, still scratching her wrists.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a shaky breath in and out.

" ..Hi, Curly. "

" ..I'm-.. Can I sit here for a bit? With you? "

- 💙💊 / @nurse-anya

of course, anya.

is everything alright?

did someone say something to you?

[capncurlyfried]

oh god.

suddenly, i envy you less.

you know, i really did envy you, actually. you were still...

just like me. you still looked...like me. i don't look like me anymore.

but i don't imagine you feel like me anymore.

“I’ve heard for the grape vine that you’ve have an eventful past few days. How’s that go with you?”

He had more coffee with him and straws

-@captain-44-curly

i was healthy for a bit. wizards. don't think about it too hard.

i looked just like you!

[he would have smiled. he didn't. nothing he can do anymore resembles a smile.]

i looked just like you...except, i think i noticed something. my hair was a little bit darker, yeah? darker blonde. yours was just a little lighter. another small difference. outside of all the other ones.

i thought a lot. about the other differences.

[capncurlyfried]

anya...

[the baby. that godforsaken baby, if he could pry that thoughtless clump of cells out of her for her and she could go without the guilt...is it even about the baby? fuck the goddamn baby. to hell with it.]

[that baby's existence is his fault, and he's worried about it. why is he worried? it wasn't alive. not yet. he just felt animosity towards it for...existing. for being a testament to his failure.]

anya, i don't-

i don't blame you. i'd be drinking it too, if-

[a spasm in his throat. foam comes out through it and he is a geyser for a moment, the union of oxycodone and deep seated alcohol, and deep primordial nothing. a part of him inside thrashes to swim up to touch the sun that blasted him to pieces, and there's nothing. nothing, no arms, no legs, no more than he had right now, like a fish unadapted to the water.]

[it would only take a little bit and it would devour his skull. the thrashing survival instinct in the nothing is what had kept him from asking her if she would be willing to pour it into his mouth. he would stop breathing with dilated pupils.]

[he had said almost nothing to help her.]

i don't think you should have heard it talking to you, but...

you-

you can do it in here. there's a lock here but, not on the other door, right?

not in your quarters?

you can do it here. if it would- if it would be safer for you.

// ooc , hello hello !!!! once again I am back for rp 😈 (/nf)

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Anya walked into the medical room. Her head was down, hands nervously scratching at her wrists. She took a glance behind herself, making sure the door closed before looking at Curly. Her eyes seemed a bit watery, hesitantly taking a chair and sitting near Curly's bed.

She didn't say anything, not yet. Just sat there near him, not meeting his gaze, still scratching her wrists.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a shaky breath in and out.

" ..Hi, Curly. "

" ..I'm-.. Can I sit here for a bit? With you? "

- 💙💊 / @nurse-anya

of course, anya.

is everything alright?

did someone say something to you?

[capncurlyfried]

*playing with barbies beside Curly* and these two, these two, they're like, they like, they're in love with the same guy. But they're best friends. So they dunno what to do. But actually, actually, the guy does not like either of them actually. He's a musician, he's, he plays bass guitar. In a band. And so, and so he's not, he like, isn't into dating. But they dunno that, they dunno that.

[he is so fucking invested.]

oh my god, then what happened

[capncurlyfried]

oh god. that's.

bad.

[he sighs.]

dementia didn't really run in my family. hope it doesn't in yours...

“I’ve heard for the grape vine that you’ve have an eventful past few days. How’s that go with you?”

He had more coffee with him and straws

-@captain-44-curly

i was healthy for a bit. wizards. don't think about it too hard.

i looked just like you!

[he would have smiled. he didn't. nothing he can do anymore resembles a smile.]

i looked just like you...except, i think i noticed something. my hair was a little bit darker, yeah? darker blonde. yours was just a little lighter. another small difference. outside of all the other ones.

i thought a lot. about the other differences.

[capncurlyfried]

you...did something?

[his voice softened. his eye was about as piercing as ever, stuck in its horrified gaze, but if he still had lids, or eyebrows, or...anything left, he would look so much kinder.]

// ooc , hello hello !!!! once again I am back for rp 😈 (/nf)

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Anya walked into the medical room. Her head was down, hands nervously scratching at her wrists. She took a glance behind herself, making sure the door closed before looking at Curly. Her eyes seemed a bit watery, hesitantly taking a chair and sitting near Curly's bed.

She didn't say anything, not yet. Just sat there near him, not meeting his gaze, still scratching her wrists.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a shaky breath in and out.

" ..Hi, Curly. "

" ..I'm-.. Can I sit here for a bit? With you? "

- 💙💊 / @nurse-anya

of course, anya.

is everything alright?

did someone say something to you?

[capncurlyfried]

// ooc , hello hello !!!! once again I am back for rp 😈 (/nf)

-----

Anya walked into the medical room. Her head was down, hands nervously scratching at her wrists. She took a glance behind herself, making sure the door closed before looking at Curly. Her eyes seemed a bit watery, hesitantly taking a chair and sitting near Curly's bed.

She didn't say anything, not yet. Just sat there near him, not meeting his gaze, still scratching her wrists.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a shaky breath in and out.

" ..Hi, Curly. "

" ..I'm-.. Can I sit here for a bit? With you? "

- 💙💊 / @nurse-anya

of course, anya.

is everything alright?

did someone say something to you?

[capncurlyfried]

hmmm...

then i guess you'd be physically closer to 33, actually....

“I’ve heard for the grape vine that you’ve have an eventful past few days. How’s that go with you?”

He had more coffee with him and straws

-@captain-44-curly

i was healthy for a bit. wizards. don't think about it too hard.

i looked just like you!

[he would have smiled. he didn't. nothing he can do anymore resembles a smile.]

i looked just like you...except, i think i noticed something. my hair was a little bit darker, yeah? darker blonde. yours was just a little lighter. another small difference. outside of all the other ones.

i thought a lot. about the other differences.

[capncurlyfried]

(The fuckign mental image of Curly, having fallen face first onto the floor, and someone just being like "GYATT" and Curly, muffled, being like "correct. Gyatt™️." Effervescent.)

// it's my duty to provide real effervescence to the world on a daily basis

- admin k

[capncurlyfried]

i'd say 32.

“I’ve heard for the grape vine that you’ve have an eventful past few days. How’s that go with you?”

He had more coffee with him and straws

-@captain-44-curly

i was healthy for a bit. wizards. don't think about it too hard.

i looked just like you!

[he would have smiled. he didn't. nothing he can do anymore resembles a smile.]

i looked just like you...except, i think i noticed something. my hair was a little bit darker, yeah? darker blonde. yours was just a little lighter. another small difference. outside of all the other ones.

i thought a lot. about the other differences.

[capncurlyfried]

wraps you up in flextape

Power

[capncurlyfried]

33, yeah. god, you must be...

ancient, relative to the rest of us.

that's gotta suck...

“I’ve heard for the grape vine that you’ve have an eventful past few days. How’s that go with you?”

He had more coffee with him and straws

-@captain-44-curly

i was healthy for a bit. wizards. don't think about it too hard.

i looked just like you!

[he would have smiled. he didn't. nothing he can do anymore resembles a smile.]

i looked just like you...except, i think i noticed something. my hair was a little bit darker, yeah? darker blonde. yours was just a little lighter. another small difference. outside of all the other ones.

i thought a lot. about the other differences.

[capncurlyfried]

th found family was sdtroyed by my divorce sorryguys

[capncurlyfried]

oh, she talks plenty, not that you would ever be the person to hear it.

you should see how her face lights up when someone asks her about something she really cares about.

you should hear her laugh when someone tells her a good joke - she has this snort, then, then a wheeze, and then it's the sweetest giggle, yeah?

and can you imagine the things she learned from her classes? i really am in good hands.

but she doesn't laugh as much anymore. i wonder why.

[ He's forgotten again, died again. But he isn't as carefree as he usually is when he steps into the medbay, not lingering by the radio when he turns it on and instead busies himself with something else. ]

[ He's stealing bandages- no big surprise, he tends to whenever he can. But this time, he continually glances to the door, actually afraid to be caught. Rolls down his sleeves to patch up fresh wounds, as if to have an excuse if someone were to come in. He's shifty and fast, practiced, and almost goes to leave before stopping by Curly. ]

Do you even like the music? It gets boring eventually, gets turned off eventually.

Am I wasting my time coming here?

@mistake-responsibility

it's better than silence, Jimmy.

it was silent for a long time. nothing but the ring - the ringing, do you get it too? the rushing of blood over- over something in my ear. the crash was loud. loudest where i was but you were right by me.

do you hear it too? it gets louder when there's nothing playing.

...

i thought we were out of bandages

who hurt you?

[and more importantly, why is he concerned about that?]

[capncurlyfried]

don't woooorry about it. this was...

[it has been nearly 2 decades since he was 14.]

it was 19 years ago?

“I’ve heard for the grape vine that you’ve have an eventful past few days. How’s that go with you?”

He had more coffee with him and straws

-@captain-44-curly

i was healthy for a bit. wizards. don't think about it too hard.

i looked just like you!

[he would have smiled. he didn't. nothing he can do anymore resembles a smile.]

i looked just like you...except, i think i noticed something. my hair was a little bit darker, yeah? darker blonde. yours was just a little lighter. another small difference. outside of all the other ones.

i thought a lot. about the other differences.