I haven’t sustained a bullet wound in six months and I think that’s a new record.



{ So, I literally haven’t been active on this blog for 6+ months. Sorry about that. I’ll probably get back to regular posts, etc… I’m not sure about being all that active because it’s a separate blog from my main blog, unlike my side blogs, so I’ll likely be posting here less frequent than my other blogs, but more frequently than I have been.}

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@controlleddisorder

New assignment. She'd received it that morning from her overseas employer in the American midwest. There was some kind of gang deal going down out there. Not that she cared enough to comment on such a ridiculous notion . . . nevertheless, she was already on her way to the  St. Paul international airport. Half an hour until landing and it was already off to an easy start. This would be easy.



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To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

"Optimism nothing, this is just how it’s going to be. I will fix what I broke." He led her down the side of the dirt road, over a small hill. Marvin hoped that someone would see. He knew, however, that the chance of it was next to nothing.

        She let out a deep breath out, a whine hitching on the exhale, keeping quiet and trying to keep herself from vomiting, “Th-there’s … a village past those trees,” she managed, pointing down the hillside, a cemetery surrounded by trees just barely visible through the wind-whipped snow.



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

"A car has to come by soon. Don’t panic." He was practically dragging her by the time his feet met asphalt. "You’re going to be fine."

       Her eyelids began to feel like heavy weights. Olivia struggled to stand, limping to keep weight off her injured leg. “S-since when, e-exactly, did M-mister paranoid get so optimistic?”



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

"I know. We’ll get help soon, please hang on. Please." He began to pick up their pace toward a road.

       She kept her composure, face looking pale and a pain growing in her side. Olivia continued taking one step after another, passively awaiting a moment of rest. “Th-the closest hospital is m-miles away, Marvin.”



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

"For what? What use was a crazy old man?"

        “Information. Lots of it,” she coraked, her head spinning. After a short distance more, she muttered a breathy, “I-I don’t feel well,” with a cough to follow.



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

captain-gorlovich:

"No," She protested, "no, it’s alright." She reached up as she began taking a few steps forward, clutching onto Marvin’s shoulder. "This isn’t your fault," Olivia grunted.

"Honestly, you could have killed him easily. I was distracting."

He led her out into the snow, which thankfully seemed to be dying down.

       Olivia groaned, “I needed him a-alive,” she then focused her energy on walking, still feeling rather exhausted and sick.



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  • Name:
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  • Personality:
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To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

Marvin held her closely so that she could stand on her good leg. “This will do.”

Slowly, he guided her toward the door. “I shouldn’t have come. This happens whenever I try to visit anyone. It’s either assassins, or zombies, or planets blowing up. Hmph.”

"No," She protested, "no, it’s alright." She reached up as she began taking a few steps forward, clutching onto Marvin’s shoulder. "This isn’t your fault," Olivia grunted.



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

Marvin held the gun tight against her until the sizzling of blood and flesh stopped. He pulled it away and tightened the bandage back.

"I’m sorry I had to do that. We’ll get you actual help soon. Can you get up?" 

        She nodded, though uncertain, using the ladder at her side up to the hayloft to support herself as she slowly tried to stand. Her leg was throbbing and pain pulsed in and out, but she gritted her teeth and stood, only letting out a short wince once she let go of the ladder, nodding once again to assure him that, yes, she was capable of walking.



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

He nodded and raised the pistol into the air. Marvin fired, and immediately pulled the bandage aside to press the barrel end-first against the wound.

tears were starting to surface and she held back a loud yelp, cringing and letting out a stifled whimper. Dear fucking lord, she was glad she had actual confidence in what he was doing. 



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

"No. No, you’re not, not while I’m here."

He eyed the pistol in his hand. A revolver, not impressive in diameter, but perhaps enough for this purpose.

"I have an idea. But this will hurt."

She couldn’t do much besides let out a grunt in complaint.

She managed a short uttering, heaving a breath, “I-I don’t care.”



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

He let out a breath through his teeth. “One second.” He got up and went back to the assailant, and started ripping a strip from his outermost pair of pants. Once he had a sufficiently long piece, he went back to Olivia and wrapped it around her thigh.

"That’s the best I can do at the moment without a proper disinfectant."

     The whole world started spinning and Olivia’s entire body began to grow heavy. “Am I going to lose my leg?” She managed, eyes closed, however still conscious.