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bakerstreet2026-06-11 06:20 am
weebsock) wrote in bakerstreet2026-06-11 06:20 am
Find them dying
Find Them Dying
you shoulda seen the other guy... 🩸 comment with your character. they're on the brink of death and have been unceremoniously dumped somewhere. yeah, that's all their blood... 🩹 anyone who comments is the lucky good samaritan who discovers them. 🩸 at least you'd better pray they're filled with the milk of human kindness. they could heal you, but there's always the alternative. 🩹 what if they're an angel of death who'll finish the job? |
dr. mark watney | the martian | ota
esther moreau | original | ota
Haku | Naruto
Zoey Westen | original character
Ada Wong | Resident Evil
Markus| Detroit: Become Human | OTA
Husk | Hazbin Hotel | OTA
👍 Dr. Ryland Grace | Project Hail Mary 👎
Eskel || The Witcher || books + games but OTA
Ri!Kusuriuri | Mononoke (2007)
Usagi Tsukino | Sailor Moon | OTA (F/F Pref)
Kasumi | Dead or Alive | OTA
Pyrrha Nikos | RWBY | OTA
Ravi Panikkar | 9-1-1 | OTA
🥰👍
It almost didn't happen. There was an explosion in... 1985? Maybe 1984. Twenty people hurt in a clothing store. Got blamed on a- on methane, or something. But they pushed it through, the politicians. No more methane issues, at least. No more explosions in any Ross Dress for Lesses.
This isn't a Ross. Or it wasn't, he should say. It was the Downtown Jewelry Exchange. Formerly Warner Brothers Downtown Theater. Formerly... fuck if he knows. It wasn't methane this time either, and it sure as fuck wasn't twenty people hurt. Because if the earthquake and the gas explosion and the building collapsing onto the B-Line weren't enough, the aftershock really helped move things along. There will be a Wiki page about this, probably. Maybe there already is. 2026 Los Angeles Earthquake. Strength: 6.3. Casualties: numerous. One more incoming.
Because the thing is, he knows what's happening. He's a goddamn EMT. Class I: normal vital signs. Class II: tachycardia, hypotension, fatigue, dizziness. Hand him a pen, because he's checking this shit off, and it's all worsening by the second. Judging from the red stuff on his lips, he's willing to bet stomach. The rail didn't break skin, but it feels like it broke most everything else inside.
And what really isn't fair is that he's trying. He's really, really trying this time, because he's got shit to try for. That's how it's supposed to be, right? You're forty feet under the earth and you think of your kid's face, crystal clear, and suddenly the path forward is clear. You make it home for dinner because finally, for the first time in your life, the alternative is unthinkable. But Buck is under the earth, now, and the earth is closing in, and- ]
... Hey!
[ -and there's someone else, at the edge of his helmet's dying beam. Turnouts too dusty to read, kneeling tense around an injury.
Just because Buck's clock is ticking too fast to stop doesn't mean theirs has to. He steels his jaw, swallows down the taste of metal, and pushes forward down the tunnel. ]
you are evil. I'm gonna join you in being devious and sneaky.
... Hey!
The sound bounces off the walls, the light beam shudders, and Ravi grits his teeth. His mother's hand isn't in his hair - he was reaching up to push his helmet back and off. But there's a grinding sound, earth and tiny pieces of debris coming down nearby, and he leaves the helmet where it is, headache be damned.
Oh. It's not cancer, not chemotherapy that he's feeling. Ravi's an EMT, he knows these signs. Concussion. He thinks he remembers something colliding with his helmet. Remembers a flare of pain in his side, too. Ravi places his gloved hand over his ribcage for a moment, winces. Yeah, that's tender, even though the thick layer of his turnouts, but not too bad. He can't quite remember what happened there. Bruised ribs, then? It doesn't hurt enough for worse. Though maybe that's just his body running on adrenaline and his brain swirling around the concussion drain. He takes a breath. Feels sore, so doesn't breathe too deep. Just gotta be a bit careful, then. It's fine.
Ravi coughs a little, reaches up a hand to wipe away the small trickle of sticky warmth under his nose.
The fog around his mind is heavy. He's sure he's meant to be doing something. Maybe... He briefly touches the radio on his chest, presses the button. Static cuts in and out, and Ravi can't for the life of him think of the next step. And there's something else. Something he should...
Oh! Right.
Grunting, he pushes himself to his feet, sways. Definitely concussed. He can deal with that. That's far from the worst he could be.
What the hell happened?
And what was he... oh. Right, yes.
He turns towards the unsteady, flickering light beam, flinches at how bright it is. Shit. His hand comes up to shield him from the glare that definitely feels worse than it actually is. ]
... Buck?
Robert Robertson III | Dispatch | OTA
Tony Stark || MCU
Helen Cutter | Primeval
Tessa | Supernatural |OTA
death | folklore
Kikyo | Inuyasha | OTA
Carlos Oliveira | Resident Evil
Can be the one dying or finding the dying one.]
Leon S Kennedy | Resident Evil