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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 4:27 pm
Every breath felt like knives and needles shoved into her lungs. It had been a longer session than most, with ██████ having to use another drug to stop her adrenaline spikes again. The angry red mark where surgical tape had kept the IV drip secure was a dull ache in her arm, the small red speck from the thin plastic tube that kept her alive might as well have been permanent. ████████ was pushing for more sessions, if less intense. The man didn't know intense. Intense was over 14 hours ████████████████. Intense was waking and being unable to ████████. Intense was the scheduled overnights. This session had only been 10 hours, yet even that had felt longer and worse than previous ones. ██████ was nearly perfect in theory, yet the programs they were using had already shown problems in the algorithms that kept track of brainwave activity, and, emotional stability. Drugs helped keep her in check but not even drugs could stop the ever present leakage and spill over that simply came naturally. The problem wasn't in what they could make. It was in what they could make to have their findings be useful. Caelius wanted results- hard proof and no more wasted time and resources. Solia couldn't blame him for that but he was asking for something that she and ████████ couldn't give him. Not yet. ████████████ was still a baby relatively speaking. You can't just take something that powerful and let it run wild. They were being careful. The last thing they needed was some idiot hunters thinking that with ████████ they could take out Halloween. A step into the hall and Solia winced as a light crackled, the sudden shift in shadows causing a wave of nausea to rise in her throat. Her clothes smelled of hospital chemicals. Her hair was flat from being stuck in in one position for so long, and even after getting several glasses of water, her mouth still felt dry. She was drained, physically and mentally. This project was vital to her goals, to everything she worked and yet it was just hard. ██████████ A fitting name, she mused, finding one of the few hallway benches, sitting down to rub her hands up and down her arms, trying to shake of the feeling of being cold despite knowing how warm the halls actually were.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 4:50 pm
Why wouldn’t the drugs work? No matter how many pills he dropped into his food, his drinks, he couldn’t sense a change in his demeanor. Wilson had read about these things, once upon a time, had had medical students yammer at him with tired, desperate looks in their eyes. He’d even seen the hollow looks when they came in the next day whispering didn’t make it and suicide. Those sort of things happened.
A hard, long stare at the empty bottle in his hands before he shoved it into his hunter coat. s**t happens, like being pulled into widespread dreams, believing you were a king, finding yourself lost in something with every tug into another stupid mission. This was his legacy.
A legacy that had left behind immunity to anything <******** useful for his conditions.
He would refill his prescription anyways, but it was more like grabbing a handful of whatever without the clinical staff noticing than getting an honest refill. He could’ve gone off the island for it, but today he just didn’t feel up to it. Walking around the facilities was the most he could do today.
Tired eyes stared somewhere in front of him as he walked down the hallway, his shoulders hunched and hands buried in his pockets while he looked for an empty room he could sift through. The corridors themselves were empty, much to Wilson’s relief. It meant there would be no one to catch him doing anything; he could walk in and out without a second thought. This was fine.
But sentimentality over a familiar face compelled the man to stop in front of Solia. He stood over her for a while, taking in her peculiar appearance. From the woman’s position, it was easier to see the shadows under Wilson’s eyes as he tried to formulate words, idle conversation. What was idle conversation again?
“You look like you’ve been through the wringer.” The words came out flatter than anticipated, and a second later he remembered to smile, but it looked more like a pained grimace.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 7:51 pm
Solia didn't talk to people about her problems. Well, outside of Jason but he didn't count. Boyfriends could listen to problems that was part of what came with the whole package deal. Even if she was looking more like death warmed over than cute girl friend as of late. Shoes echoed in the hallway, and she bit back the sound of frustration. It still hurt to hear the dull vibrations in person. Yet when they neared it was easier, her head focusing a bit more, and when the feet reached her, she recognized the shoes, bringing a small smile to her face. "Oh well, not as bad as it could be. Caelius wasn't there to threaten my life, which is always a plus!" She joked, looking up only to have some of her mirth stolen by how haggard Wilson looked. She wasn't the only one with trouble on the island. "I take it things have not been sugar coated gumdrops for you either?" Only the pair of them had been so demoralized with a casual dismissal and such. She had to hand it to their lead. A+ at breaking spirits. Livin' up to the death division metaphoricals. "Want to sit?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 12:05 pm
A sharp pang of writhing guilt punched him in the gut as what little light that appeared in Solia’s eyes dimmed a little. He tried to backpedal as best as he could, rubbing his face to wipe away the extreme exhaustion and depression before seating himself next to the other death hunter. “I think after four years I’ve finally developed an immunity to Caelius’ scathing remarks.” Or maybe he was just too numb inside to sense any changes, but whatever worked.
“Being a hero stopped being fun when I had to pick up corpses in muck.” An honest answer, but that mission had also basically happened on Day One. Slouching, Wilson pressed his back to the wall and stuffed his hands into his coat. Then he spread his long legs across the hallway since it was still empty. “Been trying to sort out a few things, but I’ll get there eventually.” He tried to at least look tired-normal when he looked at Solia. “What about you?”
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2015 4:29 am
Solia had no assurances for Wilson, no lies made of sweet pieces of a broken reality crafted from a rose colored haze. Solia has lost the clouds in her vision, and had replaced them with rain. Cloudless rain- tears that came from nothing, and fell inside her where no one could see. "It does start to become repetitive, doesn't it?" She mused, looking at him, not wanting to remember how many bodies she'd seen now. How they'd brought in another hunter for the tests. They'd lasted one hour before █████████████████████. The next time? Solia knew what was going to come out of the pod the second ██ stepped in. Death was in a sense, supposed to be a kindness given to a hunter who had reached the end of their abilities. What came out of that pod, what happened in that pod was not a kindness. It was a living torture. It was what happened when you went in too self assured. To assuming of your abilities and trusting things to work exactly in the perimeters. Solia saw it when she closed her eyes. If she was not careful- if she didn't watch carefully would she end up the same way? She didn't want to think about it. These were her nightmares, secrets not even Jason could know. Jason who would try to save her. She didn't need to be saved just- ".." She looked at Wilson. He had his demons. He had his secrets and his doubts but- "I'm wondering how much I can trust you." She looked at it, wondering how much he could hold on before he began to slip away, just like so many did. "Because it's getting harder and harder to keep my pain bottled away like you can."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 9:38 pm
From the beginning, Wilson had known how this would end, how his choices would lead him to despair and emptiness, but for the longest time he’d hoped that maybe he’d been wrong. Maybe, he could pull through as long as he kept acting optimistic and smiling. If he lied to himself long enough, hard enough, sincerely enough, then his intricately-spun lies would become reality. But not even the most skillfully-made lies could become truth.
“A useful adaptation, I suppose,” he answered wryly, lips curling into a dry smile as he leaned back to press his skull to the wall. He pointed his face forward, but his eyes lingered on Solia as she seemed to consider something. Wilson continued to look at the other hunter; he pressed his mouth into a thin line as he patiently remained silent. It was nice to be able to stay quiet and not force himself to make idle chatter, but it was also depressing to think about how such an ability had once been as easy as breathing for him.
“As much as you dare,” he said at first, chuckling at his useless, vague answer. Genuine amusement seemed to gleam in his eyes before all-too-quickly it drained away before he admitted solemnly, “It’s something that takes lots of practice. A lot of it.” He hung his head, twiddling his thumbs as he thought of his childhood. “It’s not a very easy feat, so it’s better to say it sooner than later.”
He let a couple seconds pass before finally looking Solia in the eye. “You can try to say nothing, but eventually it’s going to swallow you whole.”iStoleYurVamps casually covers them in duct tape nbd
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 9:56 pm
It was hard to cry now. Hard to cry because she'd trained herself how to hold it in. How to not cry. To cry inside her heart and soul so that others didn't see her and think she was weak. She was weak already, and she wasn't ready to give people more reasons to think that of her. Still, the tears didn't fall, and she let the bitter smile crack. "Thank god for weapons and their exposure adaptive properties huh?" A FEAR joke, if inappropriate. Israfel was being silent through the exchange, knowing his hunter needed someone human to talk to. He couldn't be her lone emotional support or crutch. Even if it hurt- it was better she talk to Wilson than the halloween remnant in her mind. "But you're a true Death Hunter. It's what I admire about you, even if others might not see you as I do." She took a breath, tracing the vein on her pale skin down her arm towards the angry red dot when the IV had been in not too long ago. Bleeding had stopped quickly as it did with her. She had a habit of pulling off the bandage. The nurses had just learned to make sure Solia kept it on long enough before leaving. "I'm dying Wilson." It felt like a crushing weight that was bearing down on her, and even admitting it tore something apart inside her. "I'm looking at around a few more months at most. A year if I'm lucky." She shook her head, trying to deny the truth but it kept slipping out. "But if I stop, someone else will have to take my place, and all the testing I've done, all the results- It will be wasted if I stop now.." She wanted to tell Wilson, but looked up, the cameras in the hall keeping them and her mouth in view. She wasn't stupid, but- "If we talk, would you mind us going into one of the rooms? I- There is a reason I didn't elaborate at the meeting." There was a reason she trusted him, and not the others was left unsaid.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 2:33 pm
“Useful in ways more than one, huh?” He cracked another wry smile as he continued to press his back to the wall. “Versatility is always good in my opinion.”
The smile faded as Wilson flicked his gaze away from Solia. A true Death Hunter, was it? Maybe he was a true death hunter, but did that still make human or just something above a living husk of his former self? Perhaps the true answer was both. “Not exactly the top quality I’d pick for a death hunter, but I’ll take it anyways.” His voice sounded slightly raspy, almost like his own weapon’s as he watched Solia trace a vein down her skin to a flushed spot on her arm. A pause. His mind postulated a handful of explanations, but the man said nothing as usual.
And then he looked at her with eyes that seemed even hollower, more sunken in than the usual. This was normal, he told himself. This was everyday Hunter Life, and Wilson had to swallow everything down whether he liked it or not. He’d choke on the truth if he’d have to. “It’s what fighting is about,” he sighed, his face falling. “If this is what you think is worth dying for, then I won’t argue.” No more packed lunches. Knocks on the door. Tiny signs of affection that keep him floating above the surface. He would manage somehow. He’d have to.
“That’s fine.” As he blinked, he let his eyes stay closed for a moment longer before standing up. He slid cold hands into his pockets and looked for the nearest empty examination room. Wilson stepped into the room like a man heading toward death, and it really was. Just another tiny part of him shriveling up inside again, but this was fine. Everything was okay.
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