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won't stop til we're legends >> open; joining
« on: May 14, 2019, 11:48:42 PM »
"speech" 'thought' text
tw mentions of death, blood, and violence

Will was exhausted, he'd spent a while in the Badlands, and while he was grateful to finally meet his father, it wasn't what he wanted, it wasn't what he'd expected. His mother had told him so many stories about his father, and the idea that Mike was... who the stories were about was almost unbelievable.

Some said that love was blind... maybe that was it. Maybe Jenny hadn't seen the massive faults that Mike had, or maybe he'd changed quite drastically in the eighteen years he'd been away. Whatever the cause was, William didn't feel like being around Michael was being home, and so, he had decided to search for his own home, find his own way.

He hadn't accepted any help from The Badlanders, not even Molly and he felt a bit bad about that, but honestly, he didn't know if he could trust anyone there... for gods sake the name had "Bad" in it, he couldn't see that as a positive. He'd heard a few times about the group called Springfield, and though he'd never been there himself, everything he'd learned so far had been positive.

The idea of being able to help people appealed to William, and if he hadn't been scared shitless of both Lucerne and Mordecai the two people who actually knew about medicine, he probably would have asked one of them to train him in the art. But instead he'd decided on something else, learning from someone else.

Honestly, he did know a bit about medicine. His mother had been a nurse before the blackout, or training as a nurse, he wasn't sure which, but she'd been able to patch him up, she'd taught him basic anatomy, had helped him learn how to take care of people, what to do if something happened, being prepossessed in an emergency. He'd even helped her take bullets out of people before.

He had been about fourteen at the time, and it had only just struck him then how sickeningly evil the world outside was. The slender young man swallowed back the nerves as he looked around him, he had to be close, right? And it wasn't like he was hard to miss, he was still wearing the neon green shirt he'd been wearing when he'd joined the Badlands. He had no shoes, was wearing tattered jeans, and his hair was a bit greasy and unkempt.

In all he didn't look particularly reputable, but this was the post apocalyptic world that they lived in. Will groaned softly and sat down, he needed to rest his feet, they were sore and actually bleeding a bit from the amount of walking he'd been doing, he was surprised that his toes hadn't just fallen off with how sore they were. "I hope you know what you're doing Will." He muttered under his breath, letting out a deep sigh.
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Re: won't stop til we're legends >> open; joining
« Reply #1 on: May 15, 2019, 06:03:52 PM »
mentions of murder and blood

one look at fletcher, and you might think she was a badlander. she didn't look like most of the people in springfield; the majority were patients, wearing cotton gowns and tugging along iv poles, whereas the others were staff. doctors in business attire and white coats, nurses in scrubs. there were occasional civilians, but the guards, their clothes always set them apart. there was no official uniform, but they weren't the helpers, the healers. scars adorned their skin, callouses on their hands, guns on their hips. they wore comfortable clothes, both to tolerate the hot temperatures of springfield, but also to move easily without restriction.

she could have been a nurse. anton had forced her into all the proper training, and every now and then, when they needed an extra set of hands, she'd slip in and offer them. she knew how to do it all, she just didn't want to, she didn't like to. she couldn't put her morals aside to help people regardless of who they were, of what they'd done. the staff could, and they were good people for it, but fletcher knew herself well enough to know that, if a murderer's life was in her hands, she'd make a very different call than her uncle.

so she opted for the things she was good at. she spent her life punching things, shooting things, chasing things. she did the messy things, the things people inside the hospital couldn't. she might have carried the same look, skin covered in small scars, a swagger to her step, a glock on her hip, but she was far from a badlander, and she knew full and well she couldn't remain objective if one turned up needing her help. bad people, as far as she cared, deserved what came to them, same as the man who'd taken her parents from her. how anton could have gotten down and saved the life of the man that killed his brother was lost on her, and to her credit, fletcher could admit it. she could admit she wasn't able to remain objective.

but her mind wasn't on badlanders as she approached. hands stuffed into her pockets, that gun on her hip obvious as they swayed with each step, and the nineteen year old's eyes fell on the boy before her, looking like shit. bloody feet, disheveled and greasy, clothes clearly needing attention. if she was more like her uncle, she might have rushed to him, asking him if he was okay, trying to fix him, but she wasn't. she was fletcher, perpetually incapable of human comfort and barely, just barely, capable of human interaction.

❝wow,❞ was her response, her introduction, ❝you look like shit dude.❞ anyone who knew her understood she wasn't really trying to be rude, but she also wasn't much of a fan of false niceties. she didn't know this guy, and she wasn't going to pretend his life and wellbeing was her number once priority. ❝you got a name, guy-who-looks-like-shit?❞

[ wow what a nice girl ]
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Re: won't stop til we're legends >> open; joining
« Reply #2 on: May 20, 2019, 08:41:34 PM »
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Will had been keeping an ear out for anybody who approached. He didn't want to be caught unawares, though as the young woman approached, as much as he was intimidated by her presence, she didn't seem like a threat. Though, he supposed he could be grossly incorrect.

He was about to get back to his feet and walk on, but she approached and engaged in conversation. His eyes had been mostly focused on her feet, and as he looked up towards her, taking in her appearance for the first time since she'd gotten close, he felt his jaw drop slightly, and his cheeks blush red. It was embarrassing.

He clamped his jaw shut after a few seconds, and sprung to his feet, wincing in pain at the aggravation from his tender feet touching the ground. Swallowing back the pain, he looked at the young woman, his cheeks still crimson. "I-umm, great editorializing." He stammered awkwardly.

"I'm Will, or Willy... not William though. I... I'm here because I want to help people." He was very caught off his guard, then again, he was quite terrible at conversations in general, let alone with attractive and self possessed young women. "This.. this is Springfield right?" He added awkwardly, the thought occurring to him that he might be in the wrong place entirely.
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