injured/hurt meme

[wasamazing]

THE INJURED/HURT MEME

Injured by your own hand or someone else's, you still need help to get you through it. Let's hope someone finds you before it's too late!

This meme contains triggers of violence/possible sexual assault, proceed with caution.

- Post your character, name/series/preferences in the subject.
- Others go to random.org and roll numbers 1-8 to choose a scene!
- Play it out!

1. Stabbed. You were stabbed, maybe multiple times.
2. Shot. You were shot either once or multiple times.
3. Broken bone(s). You're suffering broken bones.
4. Head injury. Enjoy that concussion...
5. Beaten. You were beaten to a bloody pulp.
6. Used. You were used for some kind of physical labor to the point you can't move anymore... or maybe it was more base than just 'labor'.
7. Abuse. Your injuries stem from a long period of abuse and torture.
8. Other. Is there something else? Want to combine something? Do so here!

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76 | overwatch

[mylawn]

(ota, either role!)

Re: 76 | overwatch

[bedarned]

[ Idk how much you know about Pokémon, but these two have a bit in common. How wluld you feel about them being former teammates, reunited after one has to come to the other's rescue?]

[mylawn]

(HAHA yes, excellent. I'm so glad for this, and would be downf or that scenario! If you need me to start it might be a hot second, so just let me know what you'd prefer! I'm pretty much game for anything.)

[bedarned]

[ I'm at work now, so if you can start that'd be fantastic. If not, though, I can write a starter when i get off at 7 EST. ]

[mylawn]

(It might be a little longer than that for me, so go for it if you'd like! If not, I'll get something rolling later tonight.)

[bedarned]

[When Overwatch disbanded, everyone went their separate ways, and very few kept in contact with each other. Some, like Reinhardt, chose to live in the past. Others, like Torbjörn, opted to move forward and advance their careers. And then there were others - a surprisingly large amount - who chose to fake their deaths and continue their business unabated.

Not Nanu, though. When Overwatch fell through, that was it for him, he was done with the hero business. The world had other organizations in place to protect itself from evil-doers, and frankly he didn't have the energy to fight for his place among them.

Instead he chose to retire, more or less. He moved back to his home island and became a local cop. Low-stakes, steady pay, and an opportunity to stick around and watch his niece grow up. Not a bad deal, honestly. Or, at least, it wasn't until a bunch of fools from some group called Talon found their way onto the island, trying to steal data from one of the research labs there. They seemed dangerous, and they were led by some douchebag in a skull mask, so Nanu opted to take care of them before any civilians could get hurt.

...which is how he got here. Disarmed and bleeding on the ground, , having suffered a shotgun blast to the back. Turns out that Reaper guy really isn't a joke.]

[mylawn]

[Perhaps, a very long time ago, 76 allowed himself to think about an actual, real retirement for an actual, real person. As the years wore on, however, it became something he put off, not wanting to step back--from leadership, from combat operations, from Overwatch in general.

Then everything went down in flames, and he wasn't really given much choice. With the conspiracy that brought them all down practically begging to be solved, he'd put on the visor and written off any possibility of calling it quits. Not when there's so much work to do.

The ultimate result is that he's chasing Reaper across the globe and to the ends of the earth, and the fact that he's out here on this island is testament to that. 76 arrives on the scene too late, however, cursing himself as he combs through the lab and sees evidence of him everywhere but no sign of the man himself. There was clearly a firefight--blood on the ground leads him not to Reaper, but to an apparent victim.

A victim that 76 knows. Despite his attempts to bury who he used to be, he's closing the distance before he can stop himself, hand reaching out to clasp Nanu's shoulder, shaking it in an attempt to get his attention.]

Hey. Stay with me. I'm here to help.

[bedarned]

[ Nanu opens his eyes slowly upon being shaken awake. He's sweaty and pale - paler than usual - and his unfocused, red eyes look over Soldier 76's mostly-covered face. ]

Shit. More ghosts.

[ Sorry 76, that visor may fool facial recognition tech, but he worked with Jack Morrison for too many years not to recognize the voice and stature of his commander. ]

If you're here to take me to the afterlife, Jack, you can fuck off. I'm not interested.

[ Whether that's a joke, or he believes Jack is really here for that is entirely up for debate. He's lost a lot of blood, after all.]

[mylawn]

[That gives him a moment of pause that he otherwise can't afford. He should be unrecognizable--at least he hopes. The fact that Nanu is able to call him out right away doesn't exactly bode well for this charade.

Unfortunately, the circumstances are a little too dire to worry about that.]

You don't get a choice either way.

[He's trying to shift Nanu, get a better look at the wound, gauge how bad it is, see how much time they have or what actions they need to take. 76 unclips a biotic field and activates it, hoping to at least slow the bleeding until he can take more decisive action.]

How long ago was he here?

[its12pm]

[I've got this guy and, uh, Junkrat-- which would you rather play 76 off of?]

[mylawn]

(Let's try McCree! Do you have a pref for who is injured?)

[its12pm]

[Nope! I'd be up for whatever! You got any prefs?]

[mylawn]

(I'm good with anything but 6, I think!)

[its12pm]

[HMMM... I like 1 and 5, honestly. 2 is always fun to play with, but I've already got other threads going on where this happened, soooo... would you be interested in subjecting one of these two to those?

If all else fails, we can just flip a coin to see who the injured party is, lmfao.]

[mylawn]

(5 is good! Rescue mission?)

[its12pm]

[Sounds good to me! Wanna be rescuing McCree, then? Maybe he gets his shit pushed in by Talon and they snatch him up so Gabe can laugh at him for getting his ass kicked. LMFAO.]

[mylawn]

(thumbs up! Are you good to start, or would you like me to?)

[shotfuns]

[Hey dad, it's dad here. Maybe something from before it all goes to shit? Or after, I'm not picky :p ]

[strikecommand]

(I happen to have an entire account for before it all goes to shit. Pretty much game for whatever! Do you have a preference for who's injured?)

[shotfuns]

[I'm always a fan of abusing Gabe, but I'm down with hurting Jack, if you'd rather! They're both pretty sturdy thanks to the good old US gub'mint, so honestly, the more serious the better lol.]

[strikecommand]

(awwriiight let's beat up gabe. any other prefs? would you like to start or shall I?)

[shotfuns]

[If you wouldn't mind starting? I'm about to go to bed and I wouldn't be able to start until like Sunday, due to a shitty work schedule. I have no real prefs for the injury, but would prefer nothing involving sexual assault. Not triggering or squicky, I'm just not really interested in it! Other than that, go crazy!]

[strikecommand]

(thumbs ups! I'll try and get something up for us tomorrow.)

[strikecommand]

[It never gets easier, really--the more logical part of him understands that this is an occupational hazard. They're soldiers, peacekeeping operatives. They put themselves in the line of fire on a near-daily basis, see each other off on missions knowing that all it takes is one piece of misplaced intel to send everything pear-shaped, and no amount of preparation can account for the tiniest hidden factor. He likes to think he's come to terms with all of it, the inherent dangers of what they do, but then something like this happens and Jack is fighting down panic all over again.

He takes a small team with him in response to the request for backup--which Gabriel rarely calls for, so that's how Jack knows it's probably bad. Tasking the handful of agents to fan out and secure the facility, he's the one who makes a beeline for where Reyes' location is pinging on his visor.

Not that he needs to use it, when there's a perfectly serviceable trail of blood and property damage the whole way there. Jack enters the room rifle first, but lowers it when he finds there's only one occupant.]

Bad guys got away, huh?

[The dryness in his voice masks a real relief--Reyes is clearly injured and they're going to need to get medical attention sooner rather than later, but he's alive, and that's what matters to Jack.]

[shotfuns]

"You forgot to check your corners, Morrison," Gabriel said. He was collapsed in a stack of crates, sidearm still in one hand, and his other pressed to his side.

But, sure enough, there are four men, nearly behind the door, all dead.

Still, Gabriel's well on his way to following them: he's nursing a gut shot, and there's a rough bandage tied around his upper thigh. He's pale from blood loss and sweaty from pain, but he's conscious for now.

"But God, I am glad to see your ugly mug." He grins and chuckles weakly.