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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Feb 16, 2016 20:19:23 GMT 2
[googlefont="Montserrat|Oswald"] [attr="class","bgfs"] [attr="class","somenights"]red tears
[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me
[attr="class","naen"]Max's content breathing, shown by the pace at which his chest rose and lowered, was proof of how strong he was, how much he could take. Clinging to Life's coat tails with a warrior's will, all just to keep his friends safe. If only they knew that detail too. For now, it just seemed like his kidnappers hoped to either set up a trap and lure the two assassins in, or hope to hurt them by breaking their family member.
It's not how things work around here.
Jacob motioned towards Max, seeing how the woman had no courage to touch the man, and was scared beyond edge to do so. Were Jacob and Ruby a threat to Max, because of the enemies they made? There it was, the fear of indirectly hurting a loved one, slowly creeping up in Ruby's mind. But that wasnt the only reason why she didnt allow herself to touch Max yet, no. It was Pierce's behaviour, from earlier, when he kept the cop all to himself and avoided to let her even try and help. Somehow, by doing that, a silent dominance was aserted, as if he droped a hint about claiming Madden (as ridiculous as it sounded) or something. Ruby felt like Jacob's permission was needed, for her to be allowed to care for Max too. Even if a second ago they were hugging and holding hands, the air of dominance and submission was still around them.
And Pierce said yes, by nodding. Blackwood raised her chjin from her arm, still holding Max's hand while the free one rested onto his pillow lightly. Her fingertips ran sofly through his dark hair, sliding it to the side, to avoid having it cover a bruise or a cut and do bad. She held her palm against the man's unbruised, uncut cheek, with her thumb caressing his skin in a soothing manner.
The mercenary's movements around the room were not paid attention to, he was no threat, and Red trusted he wont do anything stupid. Instead of watching him, the blonde lowered the side of her forehead on Madden's arm, not putting too much pressure on it, and kept her glare flicking from his closed eyes, to the tubes attached to his nose to ensure his breathing. She kept scanning his face absentminded, looking for any traces of him waking up, while her fingers remained against his cheek. Jacob spoke, and Red smiled a bit, as if to encourage Max to wake up indeed, before realizing the nurse said he needed his rest. "They said he needs rest.." Ruby whispered, pressing her lips together, uncertain. Like a second in command talking to a superior, Blackwood only turned her head a bit, raising it from the cop's arm, but never making eye contact with Jacob. She looked at his hands and collar to avoid being suspicious in all that.
Somehow, she felt her hand flinch weakly, or more like, the one holding it doing so. Her head turned to it, watching the powerless attempt of squeezing one's palm. Max was there, fighting under this wounded layer, bringing a fond, glad little smile on the woman's face. She scanned his face once again, expectantly, wanting to see if he'd wake up or not. "Hey..sh, sh." In a soft tone, the woman tried to calm down any reactions or attempts yet to come. He really shouldnt be torturing himself right now. The hand linked to Madden's raised slowly, bringing it closer to her face. While she was still on her knees, that allowed her to be at the right level next to the bed. Ruby put a delicate kiss on the back of the French's palm, holding it against her own cheek after that. Could Jacob see this too? He was waking up! Wasnt he? [attr="class","mswtas"]  [attr="class","ndsf"]The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged
But I can't control it
So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage
It's scratching on the walls
In the closet, in the halls
It comes awake
And I can't control it
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Feb 17, 2016 2:42:37 GMT 2
----- Too Much Worry -----  --- And Lots of Blood ---
It seemed all Ruby needed in order to gather the courage to touch Max, was a little encouragement, and then she was caressing and running her fingers through the cop’s hair, in a similar manner to what Jacob had done a few moments earlier. Now that they had the chance to see the cop, it would be hard for the nurses or doctors convince Jacob and Ruby to leave Max’s side. The mercenary didn’t want to pry his eyes away from Max, it would feel like the kidnapping all over again, as irrational as that thought was, Jacob needed to see Max not only was fine, but that he would remain so. The scare had been too big for him to just leave his friend trapped in a hospital bed with a bunch of strangers and no protection.
Rest, of course Max needed all of he could get, Jacob realized that. But he just wanted to see the cop awake, looking at them, giving them one more sign that he would be fine. They already saw Max was alive, he was breathing and his heart was beating steadily, so maybe asking for him to wake up so soon was too much, but Jacob couldn’t help but have some intrusive thoughts hammering in his head. What if he never woke up? What if there was some permanent injury the doctors couldn’t identify yet? What if he wasn’t as fine as everyone thought and only got worse? So many things could go wrong, he just wanted to be sure.
Jacob’s eyes were kept mostly on Max, but every now and then he would throw Ruby a glance, making sure she was staying strong. He didn’t think less of her for the breakdown on the waiting room, Jacob himself was on the verge of one, the only thing that stopped him was the reassuring presence of Ruby at his side, but he cared about her, he wanted her to fine as much as Max. Because of his divided attention, at first he didn’t notice any movement from Max, the only thing that gave away that things had changed was the way Ruby looked up with a smile, whispering to Max fondly. “Is he…?” he asked softly, turning to look at the cop’s face, and to his surprise, there was a pair of blue eyes looking back at them, barely open, but there nonetheless.
An excited smile formed in Jacob’s lips, and he hovered above Max, a hopeful glint in his eyes. It was doubtful Max would be able to say anything, but even the slight sign of life was enough to lift Jacob’s mood. It should have been so hard to keep himself awake like that after everything Max had gone through, at that moment, Jacob really admired Max’s spirit to always keep fighting. “Hey Max.” He whispered in greeting, not expecting an answer. “We got you.” It was a reassurances to both Max and himself. They had done it, they had saved their cop, and Max was now here, safe.Everything was going to be fine now…… right?
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Post by Max Madden on Feb 17, 2016 10:00:20 GMT 2
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Sorry for the scare
[attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]H e exhaled once, rather quickly. He was put off by Ruby's sudden reaction, the way her touch felt so real on his hand that she raised to her face. And then Jacob. The cop saw him move his lips to form inaudible words, but there was a smile on his face. Madden still had a hard time understanding he was indeed here, conscious, alive and actually seeing Ruby and Jacob by his side. He tried to recall what had happened for him to be here. Because he was in a hospital wasn't he? Could he look around, he may have noticed more of the equipment keeping him alive and permitting him to be awake. But for now, he only found the meaning of the constant and annoying beeping. There was nothing he could do about it, and there was nothing he truly wanted to do to make it stop. He felt like it was a good thing, and now that he could identify the source of the beeping, he knew it was telling both Ruby and Jacob that he was alive. [break][break] He looked at his hand and the smile on Ruby's face. Looking at his thumb intently, he was able to concentrate to move it in a caressing motion on the back of the woman's hand. It was a little harsh, but it was the only way he felt like he was actually doing it. His eyes then twitched to Jacob. The man had gotten up from his seat, looking at him with a fond smile. When did Jacob's smile become so soft? There was so much worry in his eyes, Max wished he could speak to apologies for everything that happened, for being here in this hospital. He still had a hard to remembering precisely what happened, knowing only he had been in the slaughterhouse, lost his mind, then woke up here. There were plenty of details flashing before his eyes to complete his scenario, but he couldn't tell yet which ones truly happened. Alice. He saw Alice, and his mind couldn't recall that it was impossible. He didn't suffer Amnesia, no he was simply half awake, still pending on the reality of things. [break][break] Max saw Jacob form the word 'Hey'. It was a simple word, and yet it was the only he could understand. It told much about what percentage of his brain worked. He may wake up again later and not remember this moment, but they would, and that was what mattered. He parted his lips, forming the word 'Hey' silently. He couldn't clear his throat to make any sounds run through his vocal cords. He tried to smile after his mouth closed, watching Jacob and doing everything he could to focus on his lips to mimic a smile. It wasn't very efficient. All of his body was so numbed by the painkillers, feeling anything remained a difficult task. The edge of his lips curled up slightly, and at this point it felt like Max was the smallest being on earth, from which you needed a magnifying glass to even see anything he did. He may be getting overly exited about the situation, his pulse started to speed slightly, nothing alarming, but it showed her was acknowledging what they did for him. They were still there, after everything they have gotten him through, and after everything he's got them through. He didn't understand it yet, but they saved his life. It felt like they have only been doing that lately, saving his life but also making it complicated to the point he wanted to die sometimes. But this situation had never been worse than when he was alone, in the streets, begging for one more day on earth and one more hand to hold. He wasn't alone anymore, and that was what kept him going each day, despite the problems, the fears... Everything that could have made anyone kneel already only served to make him stronger, permitting him to still be alive today, not agreeing to take Alice's hand and walk away. 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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Feb 19, 2016 22:21:44 GMT 2
[googlefont="Montserrat|Oswald"] [attr="class","bgfs"] [attr="class","somenights"]red tears
[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me
[attr="class","naen"]God, the relief when Max proved to be really waking up, not just having a minor spasm while still out. Stuff like that happened, Ruby knew. People could cry in their sleep, their fingers could flinch from some random nerv impulse. But not now, no, Max was really looking at them now. With his meek eyes, and his sleepy touch, he calmed down the two criminals.
Ruby nodded barely, in response to Jacob's question regarding the cop's state, which didnt really need to be answered. He could see him too, it wasnt just her mind acting up. Her fond smile grew at Madden's sudden thumb flinch, and she refused to lower his hand from her cheek for now. That simple touch was all Red needed to be shown that Max was regaining his counciousness.
Jacob greeted the man, earning back a mute 'hey', which was still better than nothing. "Dont force yourself." Blackwood added in a soft tone, inspecting those blue eyes. They'd have time to talk all they wanted, once Max was healed. The woman turned her head gently towards Jacob, holding now the French's palm in both her hands still at her face's level. She glared at Pierce for a moment, searching for any signs of happiness on his face before looking back at the cop. One could tell right now how exhausted they all were, some physically, some mentally. "You can go back to sleep, Max. We're not leaving you alone." Ruby looked determined, in a caring way, to keep the man safe, and she was sure Jacob planned on doing the same. She entwined her fingers with Max's, letting a hand brush his hair once again, only to reassure him that he was not alone. [attr="class","mswtas"] [attr="class","ndsf"]The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged
But I can't control it
So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage
It's scratching on the walls
In the closet, in the halls
It comes awake
And I can't control it
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Feb 20, 2016 2:08:51 GMT 2
----- Too Much Worry ----- --- And Lots of Blood ---
Imagine Jacob’s happiness to see Max responsive and awake. The cop had gone through so much, and he still found strength to wake up and squeeze Ruby’s hand. Jacob wanted to take Max away with him and keep him from danger forever. It was a silly thought, but after what they had gone through, he felt justified on his feelings. But for now, it was enough to know Max was fine and out of danger, even if Jacob didn’t trust the hospital staff enough to leave his friend on their care unsupervised.
It was with a smile on his face that he saw Max mouth the word hey in response to him, he could understand the lack of strength to do much else, and only that word was enough for now. Ruby was right though, Max should get his rest instead of forcing himself to reassure a silly rabbit who couldn’t control his worry. “Just rest, we’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.” He said softly shortly after Ruby, and he fully intended to keep that promise. Jacob reached his fingers touch lightly on Max’s face, on one of the few spots where there were no bruises, a light caress, as if he couldn’t help himself but touch Max, to make sure he was really there, perhaps.
He sat down again on the chair, Max would probably go back to sleep, and he intended to let the cop rest until he got better. He looked around the room one more time, before turning to Ruby. “I’m sure you can find a chair for yourself in one of the other rooms, if you want.” He told her in a low voice, thinking that she, much like himself, would want stay the rest of the night on Max’s side. He’d stay silent until the next morning if no one talked to him, silently keeping vigil over Max, doing his best to stay awake until the cop woke up again.
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Post by Max Madden on Feb 20, 2016 12:07:04 GMT 2
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[attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]H He wished he could feel the warmth of Ruby's hands around his own. But the truth was that he barely felt the skin under his thumb as he slowly moved it across the back of her palm. He could feel her fingers through his hair however. The doctors had been dwelling on the subject of his hair during the operation, which Max did not know about of course. They were afraid that he had a concussion or worse, and that they may have to shave his head to make sure their was a quick access to his skull in case it was needed. But it turned out he was fine, in a better state then they had expected. That wouldn't save Max from further examination later in the week, but that was to be expected. [break][break] Max couldn't hear their words as they spoke, but Ruby and Jacob seemed calm from what he could see. He was concerned about them more than himself since he still didn't acknowledge his state. He was standing in water with only his head out. Anything under was invisible, and didn't feel, apart from his thumb, which barely rose above the surface. The water was slowly rising however, and Max could feel his mind start to drift again. He looked at their lips as they moved, trying to read them without success. They were too complex for his slow mind. He saw Jacob move his hand to his face, touching it lightly and with care. He wished he could move right now and embrace them both, tell them everything was fine, that he was here because of them, that they saved him yet again. They had redeemed their cruelty for letting him at the harbor for dead a long time ago, but today they had signed a peace treaty only Max's subconscious knew of. Jacob's touch made him close his eyes, and that action served to seal him underwater once more. He wasn't there anymore to hope that this action won't worry them, but hopefully the heart monitor's steady and reassuring beeping will tell them that only sleep was taking their cop away. [break][break] It must have been around, what? Eleven o'clock? Time was still not in Max's knowledge when he started to wake up the next day. But time was not important to him, what was important was if he was alone in this hospital room or not. And for the first time he was starting to acknowledge how, he was. His eyes were closed, his head oriented towards the ceiling as his mind started to course his body to take conscience of his being. He could feel his right leg fine, not really able to move it right now, but it was fully functional from what he could feel. His left leg however, he felt it heavy, the bottom half from the knee to the ankle felt like it was missing. He couldn't move his toes, despite the fact that he knew they were there. It must be in a cast, that's at least what he thought. He could move his hands and his arms but only from the elbow to the hand. When he tried to flex his biceps to move his entire arm, a numbed out pain stroke his back. It was numbed out yet it was still present, issuing perhaps the first sound from the cop since he fell silent the night before. It was a quick distressed and choked protest, a gasp of pain escaping his lips to wake up his mind. One could have thought he dreamed, but with all the painkillers in him, he didn't even remember the slightest image of a dream if dream there was. After the pain calmed down, his eyes opened slowly, fluttering as he looked at the ceiling. The familiar beeping was still there, and perhaps for the first time he acknowledged that he was in a hospital. [break][break] It took him a bit of time to want to move his head to the side, and when he did, he saw the silhouette of two familiar people. His eyes opened more, his vision clearing up from its foggy state as the faces of Ruby and Jacob drew themselves in front of him. He remembered that they were there before, but he couldn't know how long since that was. But the point was: They were still there. They looked tired, exhausted, and if Max knew better he would have ordered them to go to sleep. His head rested comfortably on the side, sunken into the white pillow as a content smile formed upon his face. His face felt less numb today, but it hurt, and the motion of a smile didn't help. He frowned slightly, which only created a domino effect of paining, making him snarl, paining him again until he just gave up and opened his mouth wide to pull his tongue out with another protesting sound. He looked at the two, resting his face again, and giving up on showing too much emotion. He parted his lips, wanting to break the unnerving pace of the beeping. "I want a croissant.... I want something french so bad" he said with a meek voice, forcing himself not to smile too much. He was just overly happy with their presence. 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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Feb 21, 2016 22:36:19 GMT 2
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[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me
[attr="class","naen"]A peaceful, calming aura seemed to surround them all once Max regained his counciousness. It clearly meant that he was going to get better now, no going back to the torture. On one hand, Ruby was glad he woke up, it was really reassuring for them all. But on the other hand, his energy would be drained fast, and Max would only need to rest more to get back on his feet.
As feared, it wasnt long until Madden's eyes closed again, his mind slowly drifting to sleep. Ruby panicked at first, squeezing his hand worried and shooting a quick glare towards the heart monitor. Everything was fine, and given the content breathing of the cop, she freaked for nothing. Many of her fears regarding the French's health melted away, but you never knew what tomorrow brings. She could only hope for the best.
"Yeah, I'll do that..just..take care of him." Ruby lowered their hands, moving one of hers to brush any forgotten traces of tears away from her cheekbones, feeling herself run out of energy. The woman was not physically tired, but more emotionally challenged. Balance between the two was a must, but she couldnt afford it right now. She pushed herself up from the floor, her knees had gotten cold by now. Ruby walked past the mercenary, placing her hand on his shoulder and giving him a reassuring squeeze before walking out of the room and going to silently raid a different one for a chair, and some extra pillows for the two men.
She came back 5 minutes later, a folding chair hanging from her hand while she kept three white pillows between her arm and body. The blonde would offer one to Jacob, in case he wanted to put it on the edge of Max's bed and rest, or if he had some other way of using it, and the put another one near Madden, to make him as comfortable as possible while resting. The last one she tilted on top the backrest of her chair. She oriented its back towards the bed and Jacob, situating herself with her chin and aarms folded on the pillow, legs at the side of the seat and counted on this to be a sleep suitable position. Blackwood was used to rougher options, it all depends on where you find yourself stuck in a mission on the field, but right now she was glad that she didnt need fancy factors to be able to sleep. Red closed her eyes halfway, staring at the sheets and bandages covering the wounded man, moving her glare on Jacob from now and then to see if he fell asleep or not. Certain was, she did, at some point.
The morning was filled with the same beeping of the monitor near, the occasional voices from far behind the closed door. Ruby managed to ignore those, since they never talked about what concerned her, that being the French's health and Jacob's exhaustion. But what truly woke her up, possibly alongside with any demon on a range of two Hells near, was Max's sudden cry of agony. Well, it was probably exaggerated, but from complete silence to a snarl, and a sleepy mind.. Blackwood flinched, her head raising suddenly alert, all of her muscles tensing up. Holy crap.. A distressed sigh came out, seeing now that nothing was wrong, just one's stomach protesting. Her still sleepy glare moved on Madden, then on Jacob, and scanned to see if he was awake or not, before greeting them both. "Rise and shine, honey." She'd say to Pierce if he didnt get freaked before, or to both men (meaning no one in particular) if she was the last one to wake up. Ruby leaned away from the back of the chair slowly, stretching her arms and back without too much gesticulating. "Croissant and what else?" Lacking sarcasm of humor, Ruby appeared to be determined to just do whatever it needed to be done to get everyone back on their feet. A coffee or coke for Pierce would be needed too. Some holy water for her neck pain maybe. [attr="class","mswtas"] [attr="class","ndsf"]i shouldn't be crying
tears were for the weaker days
i'm stronger now or so i say, but something's missing
whatever it is, it feels like it's laughing at me
through the glass of a two-sided mirror
whatever it is, it's just laughing at me
and i just wanna scream what now?
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Feb 22, 2016 14:16:50 GMT 2
----- Too Much Worry ----- --- And Lots of Blood --- It didn’t take long at all for Max to close his eyes and fall asleep again, Jacob didn’t expect the cop to remain awake for long anyway, he barely had any energy to open his eyes, it was just a matter of time before Max couldn’t take it anymore and fell unconscious, at least he got the chance to see Jacob and Ruby, reassure the two criminals that he was going to be fine. The heart monitor kept on beeping, showing Max’s steady heartbeat, the sound was soothing for Jacob, proof that Max was alive and would get better eventually.
Ruby accepted his suggestion, her hand going to Jacob’s shoulder in a reassuring pat, and he couldn’t help but place his hand above hers, squeezing it and shooting the woman a small, tired smile. She exited the room soon after, Jacob nodding at her words, a silent promise that he would take good care of Max, not only in the brief moment she was away, but he wanted to make sure Max was always okay, and although that might sound like a stupid promise to make, since no one could live without risks, he could at least try his best.
It wasn’t too long until Ruby came back, carrying not only a folding chair for herself, but also a few pillows. He accepted the one she offered him with a grateful smile, and put it behind him to rest his back. Those chairs were not the most comfortable ones, so he appreciated the pillow, but it wasn’t the worse sleeping situation he had ever been on. He wasn’t even physically tired, but he felt emotionally drained, what happened to Max weighting down on his shoulders and now that he confirmed that the cop was going to be fine, it was like the weight was lifted and he was left drained of all his energy.
He still didn’t want to sleep, he wanted to keep his eyes on Max in case of any change, he caught Ruby’s eyes a few times, and eventually he noticed she had fallen asleep. He couldn’t fault her for that, it was good she felt peaceful enough to finally relax, and Jacob would keep an eye for both of them. The silence that filled the room was peaceful, the distant sound of footsteps and the hospital staff didn’t bother him, it filled the ambient with life.
There was a pained snarl that made Jacob look up and immediately look at Max in worry, but the cop was fine, he had just woken up in pain, which was understandable. He felt exhausted, last time he had looked at the window, the sun was coming up in the horizon, he had stayed mostly awake during the night, sometimes he would nod off, but never for more than a few minutes before waking up scared, his mind conjuring dreams that made him think he somehow had lost Max again. Right now was probably late morning, and he suspected he had finally managed to stay asleep for more than two hours. His eyes searched for Ruby, seeing her awake beside him, she looked like she slept better than him. “morning…” he mumbled to her tiredly but with a small smile, before running his hands on his face to wake himself up better.
Max was more coherent now, asking for French things, looking the most alive since this whole nightmare had started. Ruby seemed ready to attend the cop’s demands, and since she was offering, he might as well take advantage of it. “Coffee, please…. Black with sugar, I really need it.” Ordinarily he’d ask for a coke, but right now he just needed to properly wake up. He stretched his arms, hearing his bones creak. His neck hurt a lot from the terrible position he was in, and Jacob felt happy. “How are you feeling?” He asked Max, a gentle look in his eyes.
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Post by Max Madden on Feb 24, 2016 21:35:49 GMT 2
Worry & Blood sorry
Seeing their faces as he woke up was a feeling like no other. He was surprised that he could even talk at this point, after everything that happened. The usage of the word Honey by Ruby brought a smile on his face, but as much as he wished, he couldn't chuckle. It was probably best he didn't anyway, who knows how much his painkillers are actually muffling. He didn't know if he could eat something right now, especially since he knew some of his organs didn't fully recover from the punches. But he knew it would make both of the criminals happy if he ate a little something. Eating was a sign of good health, so he was ready to take very small bites of something if it could reassure his friends a bit more. "Just a croissant will be fine sweety." he said of a weak voice, his eyes a drugged happiness, looking at her before shifting to Jacob. He was proud of himself for being able to understand them and pick up some jokes on the way, or at least humor, because he doubted anything he said would make them laugh at this point. But he tried, he would try.
Jacob looked like he hadn't slept in days. Max wished he could hug the man, thank him for being there and reassure him further. Put him to sleep one way or another. But he couldn't do any of that, so instead he rose his hand slightly from the mattress, towards Jacob. He wished the man would take it, squeeze it, warm it in his palm. Max wasn't sure where his mind trailed, but at this instant, he simply wished for human contact and warmth. He then thought for a little bit about how he felt, following Jacob's question. "Hmm, I'm not sure. I can't feel much but when I do feel something it's not really nice..." he said, moving his head to look at the heart monitor. The breathing tubes in his nose were rather uncomfortable, but he knew he probably couldn't part with them just yet. He looked back at Jacob, and Ruby before asking with a confused look. "What happened? You two barged in? I think? I can't remember a lot from_yeah." as he spoke he tried to remind himself of what happened, but not much came. The only way he could know more was to ask.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Feb 24, 2016 22:36:21 GMT 2
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[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me
[attr="class","naen"]Max sounded, moved and looked a lot better than he did last night. His voice came back, his eyes were no longer drowning in exhaustion and nor was his mind. He had found the strenght to smile, and that made Ruby forget everything pushing down on her shoulders for a moment. She was so glad to hear him answer her, in a voice still stained by painkillers though, but that word alone, sweety, built a fond look on her face. On the other hand, she could have put a bet that Jacob will want a coke, but guessing coffee was everyone's morningkiller, it was understandable why he didnt. "I'll go get that." She kept a more silent tone, not ready herself to use the normal intensity of her voice. Her ears were now used to the peacefulness of the hospital too, for the moment.
Ruby got up, running a hand through her hair to ruffle her locks a bit and slap away the tired look while heading for the closest vending machine to get Jacob's coffee. Luckily there were a couple of bucks left in her pockets, now put to good use. A hot, black coffee acquired, and she'll only need to go see the hospital's small pastry shop outside. It was funny how every hospital had that, and a news paper stand and a flower shop nearby. But speaking of flowers..
She returned soon, holding the cup and two freshly made croissants (one for jacob too) in a packet, and a small bouquet of white flowers to symbolize purity, with just one single rose sneaked between those. "Alright, food's here." She closed the door of the room, and offered Jacob his coffee and pastry, Max his croissant, and put the bouquet on the nightstand, as it came to a small vase of its own. She hoped Max wouldnt mind her little affectionate slip, and that Jacob wont throw her any looks for that. On the other side, she should have done the same when Jacob was on the hospital bed. She guessed that little game device covered it.
While she regained her spot on her chair, Madden started inquiring things, more asking than assuming though. Would it be a good idea to tell him what the two's rage did? Perhaps not. Ruby would adjust his pillow, and offer him a reassuring smile. "Dont worry about it, Max. We'll have time for stories later." She then shot Jacob a look, unsure of his own approach. But the smile never faded. [attr="class","mswtas"] [attr="class","ndsf"]i shouldn't be crying
tears were for the weaker days
i'm stronger now or so i say, but something's missing
whatever it is, it feels like it's laughing at me
through the glass of a two-sided mirror
whatever it is, it's just laughing at me
and i just wanna scream what now?
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Feb 25, 2016 16:54:56 GMT 2
----- Too Much Worry ----- --- And Lots of Blood --- Max woke in a good mood, it was like the nightmare was finally over. It’s true that the cop was still badly hurt, and it would take a good while for him to get back on his feet, but his life wasn’t in danger anymore, he was speaking and even calling Ruby sweet names. Jacob smiled, slumping against his chair as the last of his worries were drained away, leaving behind only exhaustion and relief. Jack White was still out there, of course, Jacob would love to deal with him personally, this wouldn’t’ be just forgiven and forgotten, but that was small problem that he would tackle later, when Max recovered more.
Ruby got up to fetch them food, her voice still low, as if afraid to disturb the hospital’s ambience. He turned around and watched her go, and once he turned back to Max, he saw the cop offering his hand to him, and he was quickly to grab it with both hands, squeezing it in reassurance, his thumb caressing him softly. The hand felt so fragile, Max looked so fragile, and it was probably the truth with all those wounds. Jacob’s touch was careful but firm, if he could, he’d like to give him a hug instead, fill the life and warmth from the cop enveloping him, but that would have to wait a bit more. It was expected that Max wouldn’t be feeling too well, he was probably drowning in painkillers, and once those were gone, it wouldn’t be fun for him. “I think that’s expected, considering… But I’m glad you’re awake” he appreciated how Max was trying to keep the mood light, his responses half jokes.
Ruby came back soon, carrying coffee and two croissants, but most surprising of all, was the vase of flowers she brought along. He accepted the coffee and pastry with a soft thank you and a small smile, before taking a sip of his beverage. The flowers were curious, all white with just one red exception, a symbol of Ruby’s care, he shot Ruby a fond smile, at least those would bring a bit more cheer to the horribly bland hospital room.
But then Max had to start asking the hard questions, a lot happened while they were saving the cop, and although Jacob didn’t regret a single kill, he was sure Max would be less than thrilled to hear how many Ruby and he had slaughtered on his behalf. Jacob took a bite of his croissant and used that as an excuse to avoid answering right away, he quite liked Ruby’s answer, avoidance was the best at this moment, it’d be bad for Max to get worked up for something as minor as some dead crooks. He shared a worried look with her, before swallowing and finally speaking. “We barged in, got you out, got stupid worried and brought you here.” He explained simply, he wasn’t lying, just leaving the gruesome details out.
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Post by Max Madden on Feb 25, 2016 18:55:56 GMT 2
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He watched silently as Ruby left, almost wanting to tell her not to leave, that breakfast could wait. But he knew both Ruby and Jacob couldn't stay here forever, in fact he would prefer to see them stop worrying and get on with their lives while he recovered. He knew this was a ridiculous request. What they did to get him out of death's hands was enough to prove that they just won't simply leave him here alone. The worry was still painted on Jacob's face when the man took the cop's hand in his own. Max wished there was something he could tell him that would erase all that worry from his eyes. And during all the time Ruby was gone, the man simply couldn't pry his tired eyes away from the merc's own. There was so much care in them, something Max hadn't seen in such a long time, it was addicting. One could say he was attention hungry, but the truth was that he never had much attention before. Be it by his parents, brothers or other people, he always had to ask for attention to get it. This time he didn't purposely do anything to deserve such a look from Jacob. He was able to squeeze the man's hands in return, much more capable than last night with Ruby's hands. He still felt like he could drift away again soon, at any moment, but he didn't wish to. Ruby and Jacob had stayed at his side all this time, he couldn't just leave them again, be it only by the mind and not the body.
Ruby came back, with the croissant. God was the smell heavenly. He looked at the box of pastries as Ruby put them on the nightstand. He will probably have to wait a little before he could eat them, because he didn't see how he could lift an arm to his mouth right now. He looked at Jacob as he drank from his coffee before Ruby took out flowers. That was unexpected and rather sweet from her, he had a hard time believing she went through the effort. But then again, she had just dragged him out of a slaughterhouse, so not much should surprise him anymore coming from her. He eyed the red rose between all the white ones, and for some reason it bothered him deeply, like all the blood smeared on the floor of the slaughterhouse. But he didn't show any of his bother and just smiled at the woman faintly, mainly due to his face wounds. "Thank you Harley" his voice was almost like a gurgle, not very nice to hear in his mind. He frowned at the realization and looked outside the windows. It was the first time he noticed there were there. The sun was up, and since a while it seemed.
His mind wasn't clear enough to sense the tension in Ruby and Jacob's eyes as he asked about what happened. And so he didn't push the subject further. "You guys shouldn't worry too much you know. I'm hard to kill." he said with a smile, his closed hand around Jacob's hand moving a little, in some sort of victorious hand shake. He knew he was alive only because they both came for him, and so he felt compelled to add his thanks. "Thanks for fetching me. I mean it."
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Feb 26, 2016 23:33:17 GMT 2
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[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me
[attr="class","naen"]The two would soon forget about the worry and tiredness, maybe pain too. But at least Ruby made sure they will escape hunger. On her side though, she didnt feel like she could place anything in her mouth just yet; the minor plea for breakfast was there, but seeing Max all patched up, remembering how last night she washed away all that blood from her hands -- it all killed her appetite still. Maybe later on she'd drink something, anything, cold as ice, water worked fine.
Ruby smiled in response, at the well attributed nickname, not actually feeling offended anymore by any of the callings Max or Jacob would come up with. She did, at first, but it rarely annoyed her after the tiger dinner. Madden's voice trembled, with a raspy tone for a second, before it much sounded like he had a lot of trouble letting go of his words just yet. That didnt bother anyone, he was better than the night before, and that was all that mattered. Ruby gave the two a hesitant smile, deep down fearing that this wasnt the end of what Jack White might do. Red put her hand on top of the ones of Jacob and Max's linked ones, in a sign of solidarity, and squeezed their palms gently before letting go again. "It's all good." For now, while Max and Jacob were not targeted by Jack anymore.
Jacob soon started eating his little breakfast, while the French became more and more aware of his surroundings, as well as the possibilities of what might have happened. But thank god his tired mind was easy to give up on the subtle interrogating. Seeing Pierce eat must surely increate Madden's appetite too, but was he allowed to eat stuff right now? Didnt he get fed by the injected substances in the IV? Ruby wasnt sure, but she would have no second thoughts to stay at the man's side and slowly feed him small pieces of the cripoissant, one by one, if needed. It was strange of herself, to think she'd do that not from pity, not by obligation. It felt almost natural that she'd search to help Jacob and Max as much as she could, and that never happened before with any other persons. Of course, she'd take care alike of Ryan and maybe a few other Enigma members, but she strangely couldnt bring herself to being so gentle around other people.
Pierce seemed to agree on her vague comment, as he added his own even more vague story and only earned a humorous statement from Max. Hard to kill, yes, and Blackwood wanted to add That's because we make sure you are, but kept her mouth shut to avoid worrying the cop further. The blonde watched as Jacob appeared to have more confidence in his strength than Max at the moment, and it could only mean that the cop was still too weak. Too weak to be on his own, to take care of himself. Ruby's hands instinctively went to the bag containing the remained freshly baked croissant from the nightstand, and grabbed one of the provided napkins, setting it gently on Max's collarbones to under his chin. Such a light material wouldnt hurt him, nor would it interact with his bandages. She looked at Jacob as he ate away, and gave him a small smile just as Max's thanks came. Ruby wanted to reply with "our pleasure", but given the amount of people the two killed, it wouldnt be taken lightly, she could bet? So she'd let Jacob say something first, while she moved the bag with the pastry onto the edge of the bed, close to her reach. She carefully ripped a tiny part of the croissant, and raised it towards Max's mouth, intending to help him fill his stomach if he'd let her. This all felt so domestic out of sudden, it deep down confused the woman a lot. "How's the food?" To keep the silence at bay, Red questioned the mercenary, and would wait for an answer from Max too, after he didnt have a full mouth anymore. [attr="class","mswtas"] [attr="class","ndsf"]i shouldn't be crying
tears were for the weaker days
i'm stronger now or so i say, but something's missing
whatever it is, it feels like it's laughing at me
through the glass of a two-sided mirror
whatever it is, it's just laughing at me
and i just wanna scream what now?
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Feb 28, 2016 1:57:47 GMT 2
----- Too Much Worry ----- --- And Lots of Blood --- It’s all good, Jacob wanted to believe those words so bad. Max was out of danger, Ruby was not crying anymore, Jacob wasn’t feeling helpless, everything was fine for now. He could breathe a sigh of relief, he no longer needed to pretend to be strong. Ruby put her hand on top of his and Max’s, like she was finishing their link, the three of them, standing tall after a hellish night, hurt and shaken, but all of them alive. On the back of his mind there was the nagging thought that White still walked free, unpunished for all the horrors he made them go through, lurking on the shadows, a dangerous shark who would slaughter the three of them on the first opportunity. But they had each other, and somehow that thought felt reassuring to him.
Max was so weak, his voice was almost intelligible when he spoke, and he didn’t seem to notice how Ruby and he avoided giving a proper answer to his question. Maybe it was for the best, he had no doubts that eventually Max would know the truth, if not from them, from the police once they found the bodies, but for now Max could focus on getting better.
It was still a bit odd to see Ruby being so gentle and caring, it was rare to see her this way, and it hardly happened when he was around. She had been kind enough to get him breakfast, and now she seemed determined to feed Max as well. It was all very nice and domestic, it made Jacob fell warm inside. He kept eating his pastry in silence, glad to just observe Max and Ruby interact, it brought peace to his mind, and even the coffee couldn’t help the drowsiness he felt, or maybe it just hadn’t have time to work yet.
Max was hard to kill, indeed, especially with two overprotective criminals ready to stab the whole world to save him. Jacob suspected he would keep worrying too much for a while after this, and he wouldn’t be surprised if Ruby felt the same way. He didn’t say anything at first to Max’s grateful words, letting Ruby speak to him instead while he finished his breakfast. But after a few moments, it was clear she wasn’t going to say anything either. “We’d do it a hundred times if needed.” He said with a smile, putting the empty coffee cup on the nightstand and leaning back on the uncomfortable chair. Jacob let out a yawn, still feeling tired, and took a minute to answer Ruby’s questions. “It was great, thank you for getting it. But aren’t you going to eat?” he asked, noticing now she had only brought two pastries, not even a coffee for herself.
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Post by Max Madden on Feb 28, 2016 11:24:55 GMT 2
Worry & Blood sorry
He wished he could know what truly happened, how did they get him out of it all. Were his mind a little bit clearer, he could have guessed what indeed took place, that they barged in, killed everyone and left with him to bring him to the hospital. But right now, he simply knew that they barged in, and brought him here. And he could be relieved about it, who knows where he would be right now if it weren't for them. The afterlife for sure, but where that is, is up to each person's own mind.
Ruby seemed determined to see him get better, acting like a mom right now, which felt rather strange to the cop. He wasn't used to have anyone take care of him like a mother before, his own flesh and blood mother never taking the time to nurture him that way. There must have been a few times where she did indeed fill the mother attitude expectations, but it wasn't anything that stained the man's brain more than a few scarce images. He watched the blond woman curiously as she split the croissant into a small piece and put a napkin under his chin. He laughed in a low tone, squinting an eye as he remembered he shouldn't do that right now. He opened his mouth, letting Ruby feed him. As miserable as that sounded, he appreciated the gesture. It took him some time before he was able to swallow the piece, but indeed the food was good.
However that was all he'll accept of it now. He wasn't truly hungry for now, and biting down on that piece once felt nice as it was. "It was good, thank you Ruby. But I think you can eat the rest" he said, giving a look at her and all three of their linked hands. She looked destroyed, and it was a sight Max hated to see but couldn't do anything about it now. He should be more careful, and try to avoid getting hurt so he wouldn't have to see her, or Jacob this way.
"You two should get some rest. You look like you got ran over by a truck." he smiled slightly, his eyes seemed to start closing again. How long before those short waking ups would last longer? He didn't know, but he felt like each thing he did right now was consuming a very poor energy battery. "I'm fine, don't worry about me now. Go get some sleep, walk Lucius at the park...Lucius is okay right?" he asked, only remembering that he had found the pup in a closet before he blacked out. But this small list of things reflected what the cop wished he could do at the moment if he weren't here. He wanted these two to go do those things in his stead, enjoy the day since it appeared to be sunny.
This was supposed to be RF >:U ♡ |
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