#stormlit [ georgie ]

[tartt9]

@stormlit asked //

how's the head? [ from here ! ]

"Never had any complaints in m'life," Jamie jokes, still holding the ice pack to his forehead. He'd taken a particularly rough header, his forehead hitting not just the ball, but the top of the Everton centre back's head, as well. But the ball went into the net, didn't it? Jamie's almost as much of an ace at a set piece as he is with a penalty opportunity. Despite Jamie saying he could go on - and he fully believed that he could - Ted still subbed him out, put Declan in. Jamie let Georgie look at him - because wasn't that ironic, always having a woman named Georgie being the first to tend to his bumps and bruises - but he'd insisted that he was fine then, and he's fine now. "Seriously, though - it's fine. 'M fine. I've taken worse headers in m'life." He lowers the ice pack from his forehead, clasping it in his hands between his spread legs. "Am I good t'go home, then? Match ended, I can hear the lads in the dressing room right now. Or d'you need t'do some, like... doctor shit still?"

[highaver]

@stormlit. call.

"Right. So. You remember when I said I had some songs written about me?" The kitchen radio was not doing it for him.

[sthrlnd1]

@stormlit. call.

ㅤ“ First match back tomorrow, ” he says, casually and like his stomach isn't twisting itself into knots. He's trying to be light, cute. “ That make us rivals? ”

[allroundher]

@stormlit.

ㅤ“ I can still play on it, it's not that bad, ” Penny says, like she's the medic in this situation and not Georgie. She's sat by the training field, the only sign that she's in pain being the frown on her face, though this could equally be due to Georgie telling her that she'll have to take a few days' rest. “ Come on, we're playing United tomorrow. ”

[f1nalhope]

@stormlit!

" kent, daily planet. " he could do this as superman, do some loud investigation of UNIT, find out what they do with any of the aliens they find... but he would rather not jump to conclusions. " doesn't the public have a right to demand transparency, to know what UNIT does, to better prepare for alien attacks? "

[thiefscant]

"it's an act, right? all of it." ↳ @stormlit (georgie) — memes / accepting!

        anais arcs an auburn brow at the question, their face impassive. a great deal of the personage they present could be considered an act, but that doesn't mean they're going to reveal which parts. "i don't know what you mean," they say, deadpan. "i am the very picture of sincerity."

[bauresurrected]

"that doesn't sound as optimistic as you think it does," she grunts. her nose itches, and she does not have the energy to lift her hand and scratch at it. she fidgets instead, curls and uncurls her toes, wishes she'd brought her worry stone into the field. she wishes a lot of today had gone differently. "mostly, it says something about UNIT."

she sighs. it says something about UNIT and what happens here, and mostly she cannot stop thinking about how she's gone from a team with high chances of death to - well. a team with high chances of death.

is it better or worse to be killed by a human versus an alien? she'll get back to you on that.

an eyebrow raises, and she almost cracks a smile.

"honestly, i didn't realize cleaning it off came with the service."

christ, what a pair they make. georgie supposes it goes to show that no matter which side of the pond you're from, whether you're a medic NCO or the head of an entire UNIT branch, the shit can get you. a lot, apparently. and georgie has to hope that they're the outliers, that they've been through this much bullshit, but the majority of people who work for UNIT have been through none—and even if she's full to the brim with trauma she has no way of dealing with, even if she's scared to close her eyes sometimes, that's the way georgie wants it to be. better her than anybody else.

❝ mm, but you're not even the first person i've dug a bullet out of today, so i know what i'm doing. be over in a jiffy. ❞ oh. oh that's a depressing way to sum up a lot of what she deals with on a day to day basis. at least UNIT technology means shit like this isn't surgical? georgie is glad for the advances. she just...wishes it meant people got hurt less. somehow, that never seems to be the case. ❝ but he's alive. that's what matters, yeah? ❞

it has to be.

she laughs. ❝ what, you don't wanna wait for me to clean it up first? ❞

[nursc-a2]

⋆˚ *･༓     headcanons

tagged by: @jurati

tagging: @citykept​, @fakesmade​, @fasciinating​, @stormlit​ (georgie) and anyone else who wants it!

—    basics.

▸     is your muse tall/short/average?    tall.

▸     are they okay with their height?   when she was a teenager, she hated how tall she was  --  a lot of ballet companies have maximum height requirements and when she reached 175, christine burst into tears and begged power she never believed in to make her shorter again.

▸     what’s their hair like?  blonde, ash-blonde.   thick, with a natural wave to it, but she curls the ends to make it prettier.   in her main verse (snw) she wears it shoulder length.   in tos, she wears it to the middle of her back, but always in an up-do, and in aos, it's straight it’s up to her shoulder-blades.

▸     do they spend a lot of time on their hair/grooming?   yes.   keeping her hair at that color requires her to touch up her roots at least once a month, and she usually curls her hair after she takes a shower, and at least one more time after that, to keep her curls.

▸     does your muse care about their appearance/what others think? not really.   she used to, as a child and a teenager, christine was very self-conscious about herself and how others perceived her.   as she grew into her body, and became more confident, she stopped caring about what other thought of her.   she feels good, and that’s all that matters.

—    preferences.

▸    indoors or outdoors?  outdoors

▸    rain or sunshine?     sunshine

▸    forest or beach?     beach

▸    precious metals or gems?     gems

▸    flowers or perfumes?     flowers

▸    personality or appearance?     personality

▸    being alone or in a crowd?  in a crowd

▸    order or anarchy?     anarchy

▸    painful truths or white lies?   painful truths

▸    science or magic?     science and magic

▸    peace or conflict?     peace

▸    night or day?     day

▸    dusk or dawn?     dawn

▸    warmth or cold?     warmth

▸   many acquaintances or a few close friends?     a few close friends and many acquaintances, she is a social butterfly

▸    reading or playing a game?   reading

—    questionnaire.

▸     what are some of your muse’s bad habits?   scratching at bug bites, pacing

▸     has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them?    her fiancee goes missing and when she finally finds him, she discovers he is dead.   she has lost others, friends, family, but roger has always had an outsize influence in her life.   he is the one person who has made her question her self-worth;   his death freed her, when he was missing, she was trapped in a cage, unsure and afraid to open her heart.  

▸     what are some fond memories your muse has?     she has a lot of lovely memories with her dog milo growing up, and reading curled up with her mom.

▸     is it easy for your muse to kill?    near impossible.   taking a life would go against everything she stands for.

▸     is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life?    yes.   she felt unsteady with the concept at first, as warm and trusting as she is with her friends, there is an independent core within her, an echo of a lonely childhood, which begs her to never fully trust anyone, to protect herself.

▸     what’s your muse like when they’re in love?    physically affectionate, she says i love you a lot, wants to be close to her partner as much as possible  (   while also requiring some times to herself  ).   as i stated here, love is about filling up cracks, and christine pays close attention to those around her.    it is like being loved by the sun: warm, all encompassing and terrifying.

[thanflowers]

       “I wish I had a better story, but the truth is I tripped and fell into my own desk.” She grimaces slightly as the medic examines the nasty bruise on her arm. “I can be a bit clumsy that way, sometimes.” 

@stormlit​ / georgie! — call.

[afraidofchange]

Well, impossible shit is sort of our thing. (georgie & shep)

@stormlit for Shepard.

  “Guess it is, huh?” A brow raises briefly, hefting the bag from her broad shoulder to the floor. “Feels weird to think about it that way, after so long in retirement.”

[nursc]

christine doesn’t mean to. she really doesn’t. the second the words left georgie’s lips, she immediately steeled herself to move on from them and not say anything, but try telling that to her face. nose scrunches, eyes narrowing above it, discomfort etching into every corner, even reaching down to her lips which twist down, unhappily.

❛⠀ what have i told you about saying stuff like that? you know, i wasn't gonna point fingers or anything 'cause what's important is that we make it out of here, but if those fools find us again, it's your fault, ⠀ ❜ ⠀ ⠀ she whispers, all in-one-go, ultimately unable not to comment on the jinx. it's better. makes sure the universe knows she's aware of the situation and working on it; gives it less space to squeeze past her and send them tumbling back into more trouble. ⠀ ❛⠀ but... eh, i'll follow your lead, let's go.⠀ ❜ ⠀⠀they leave the room without incident. manage to go two corridors down, pausing briefly to allow a patrol to stroll calmly past them, before christine stops george with a touch to her shoulder.⠀⠀❛⠀ i'm thinking... we should hide once we're out. we should find some other clothes.⠀ ❜

❝ oh no. that's when the adrenaline wears off and shock sets in. ❞ fun isn't a word georgie would use to describe any of the times (yes, plural), she's been kidnapped or locked up or anything remotely similar to this. the difference now is that she's not alone, that she already trusted christine to have her back, and that two level-headed minds are better than one panicked one. this could have been a hell of a lot worse. ❝ least they didn't torture us. ❞

cautiously, georgie sips her mysterious liquid, but focuses more on holding the bottle like a weapon, listening to the footsteps outside. ❝ they're regular, ❞ she whispers, trying to track the pattern—a tad difficult when you don't know where the exit is. ❝ just got to get the timing right and we're past them. c'mon. ❞

[highaver]

@stormlit.

"There she is," was Balfour's very warm and very pleased greeting when Georgie walked in through the door. He was still in his jacket himself, having just gotten back, still holding his house keys in his hand. His smile was lovely. "Good timing. Just dropped the girls off. How was work?"

[nursc]

@stormlit asked: ❛ everything is going to be okay. ❜ (georgie)

christine tilts her head to the side, taking in the same sight as georgie, brows drawn together as she tries to piece together what exactly the other is seeing to fuel this hope. or whether it was pure hubris, incredibly well-masked as cheerfulness.

❛⠀⠀⠀if they don't decide we'd taste better as stuffing, then yeah. agreed. ⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀

&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

[allroundher]

@stormlit.

ㅤNothing like a nice day off with a mate in a nice café on a sunny day, eh? Penny had only expected to be grabbing a coffee with Georgie, mind, but it's no problem that Ellie is here too. She'd picked up a colouring book for her a little bit after Georgie had texted her about the change of plans, all part of some grand scheme to make Ellie like her. It seems to be working: Penny's been designated the crayon-holder for this particular afternoon. Handing Ellie a purple one - destined for a kangaroo, she fears - she says to Georgie, “ Little Picasso you've got here, eh? ”

[tartt9]

Jamie knows himself enough to know that he'd be nowhere without football. He has no idea what he'd be doing if it wasn't for the game, no idea where he'd be right now. Would he even be alive? He likes to think yes, but there's no guaranteeing it. Football has brought him sadness, despair, yes, but it's also brought him endless amounts of joy. There's nothing quite like the beautiful game. Maybe Jamie would've never met James if it wasn't for football. Maybe he would've grown up happily with just his mum at his side. Maybe he wouldn't have had such resentment for Simon when he first started dating his mum. But if he'd never started playing, he would've never met Sam, Dani, Colin, Isaac, Roy. Paddy. His best friends in the world. The people he would kill and die for.

"It's in m'DNA," Jamie mocks (poorly), rolling his eyes. "I couldn't help it! Roy fucking Kent, man! Y'think m'mum were happy when I decided t'become a Chelsea supporter one day? Fuck no. But I had to." He doesn't really remember far back enough to remember when he became a Chelsea supporter in his youth, honestly. He's sure there had to be a question of doubt from Georgie (his Georgie), but he's certain he was as stubborn then as he is now, never budging on his loyalty. "Playing with him was weird, considering he hated me." Very different to the dynamic Roy and Jamie have now. "I weren't his biggest fan, neither. All... old and grumpy and grumpy 'cause he was old. And he never passed me the ball, which felt awful, but... we got over it, didn't we."

"Yeah? How're you plannin' on persuading 'em, then?" Jamie asks, turning to face her a bit more in his seat. Maybe he shouldn't move around with the injury, but he's never been able to really sit still. Like a shark that'll die if he stops moving, he needs to be doing something at all moments he's awake.

sometimes, georgie wonders what life would have been like, had she had the kind of direction jamie had. if she'd put her head down in school so she could go and do medicine or nursing. but she doesn't regret the army; she got to be saving lives while this alternate version of herself would still have been in lectures, seeing the world, making the kind of friendships that can only be forged in fire. she just...she wishes it hadn't come with all the trauma, too. she wishes it had not hurt her so badly. maybe, if her head had been screwed on right, she'd have become a paramedic, after getting out, or used her credits to jump into nursing. but she wanted a change. she didn't want to be responsible for people's lives, and have to see them die, over and over again.

it might feel like a death, when a player does their ACL, but it isn't. and georgie's thankful for that. thankful, too, that some of the family she had found in the forces is echoed here, in the team. she's a part of it. ❝ mate, i don't have a choice but to give you shit for chelsea, it's in me DNA, ❞ she teases, and yeah, this feels like the good parts all over again. before everything got fucked up. ❝ but i get that. i remember him being the man. must be weird to have played with him, yeah? ❞ don't they say to never meet your heroes?

georgie's mind's already buzzing with ideas, plans, and she didn't realise quite how much she missed this. there's so many people who'd benefit from first aid training. could even run public sessions, like the st john's ambulance people do—georgie has never known how to do things by halves. ❝ oh, don't you worry about that. ❞ she grins. ❝ i'll make 'em. i'm very persuasive. ❞

[sthrlnd1]

@stormlit asked: “Our first kiss can’t be in line for the loo.”

ㅤ“ I mean, I hate to break it to you but this is about as romantic as I get. ” Balfour's glad the lighting in here is... atrocious, to say the least of it. This way, Georgie can't see his blushing. Or, well, he's hoping that she can't see his blushing, because currently he's feeling like a right idiot and doesn't want to make that any worse. Right. Obviously their first kiss can't be in line for the loo.

ㅤHe leans back against the wall, trying to look casual, palms pressed against back against it. Then he wrinkles his nose, tries on a bit of a smile. “ I, uh - How about a queue for some truly awful food? Think that place 'round the corner is still open. ”