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Visiting Hours

Dec 11, 2011 14:34

Characters: RED Sniper (hasstandards), BLU Sniper (bye_to_yer_head), RED Pyro (notintehkitchen), Chibiterasu (chibibrushheir), and you!*
When: Mid-December
Where: Hospital
Rating: PGish
Summary: RED Sniper awakens in the hospital, having been dragged there after his rescue. His injuries are severe, but he's about to get some visitors.

* Feasibly, he could have several visitors with the span of time he ( Read more... )

red sniper, chibiterasu, red pyro (mori momo), red medic, miss pauling, blu sniper

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bye_to_yer_head December 11 2011, 22:08:16 UTC

Shhhhnkkkkt shhhhhhhnnnnkt shhhhhnktttt

BLU sat in the corner of the room, back to the wall, in a position where he could clearly see the door and the window, just in case. Pyro had come and gone and he had made himself scarce, wanting no part in her little dress up scheme. But now that Pyro had left BLU was back, just sitting and watching.

A piece of wood about four feet long was cradled between his knees, wood shavings curled around his feet with every stroke of the knife he held. Right now it looked like a half circle with two flat ends, but each pass was making it look more and more bowlike. His kukri dangled off his belt, within easy reach should RED decide to do anything stupid. Which given his track record wasn't out of the question.

Silently smirking, BLU watched him struggle to get the offending article of clothing off. "I think it's roight fittin' fer ya. 'Specially since th' dog still has yer hat."

hasstandards December 15 2011, 22:05:05 UTC

There was about half a second before RED's face lost some of its color, save for a light flush of his cheeks as he thought a little too much about how Pyro had gotten that shirt on him in the first place. He already didn't like to think about the fact that she'd seen him in the nude plenty of times in their base's showers; knowing she'd dressed his bandaged and broken form in the hospital was something he'd hoped he'd never think about.

And now he was. Score another point for BLU.

He shook his head, at least trying knock the hood back. When it didn't budge, he tried to pull it down with his hand, only to bump the splints on his fingers. He pulled his hand to him with a hiss, cradling it against his chest. He retorted in anger: "I don't need her help any more than I need you remindin' me how ridiculous I look!"

chibibrushheir December 15 2011, 23:43:46 UTC

Chibi hadn't done anything but listen up to that point, but as the shirt kept comining up and RED obviously hated it for some reason, the wolf finally sat up and took the hood in his teeth and carefully tugged it back. He'd cut it open next if the fidgeting kept up, but for now he laid back down, the hat slipping forward to cover his eyes.

bye_to_yer_head December 16 2011, 00:36:44 UTC

BLU smirked again. "Well you look a bit more loike yerself now. 'Cept fer th' bandage round yer head. You look a bit loike that outfit Scout wore durin' Halloween."

He picked his knife and bow back up to start carving again. "If you want I can make you a knoife t' keep ya company. You'd 'ave t' hold it in yer teeth but it would be somethin'."

And it would be made out of part of a dragon, but he figured RED wouldn't believe him anyway.

hasstandards December 16 2011, 03:39:38 UTC

RED uttered a word of gratitude as Chibiterasu resettled next to his leg, his fingers still throbbing painfully. There was a moment of silence as he was trying to discern if BLU's offer was genuine. After all he'd done- and had brought upon himself, by everyone's admission but his own- there was absolutely no reason for BLU to make such an offer in seriousness.

Then again, perhaps he'd do it for the same reason RED himself had wanted to fix his gun- a desire for a challenge, laced with a pinch of guilt somewhere.

His initial reaction won out. "Don't patronize me," he scoffed, turning his eyes to the other man's face.

bye_to_yer_head December 16 2011, 06:47:17 UTC

"I wasn't. But if you feel better foightin' off whoever did this with th' power of lookin' like a seven year old in dog pajamas, 'ave a go at it then." BLU shrugged, making a big show of nonchalance, but inwardly he was seething. The guy shoots him, steals from him, makes him deal with his teammate that he injured, BLU pulls him out of an alley and saves his life and somehow it still isn't enough to just be civil to each other.

Behind his glasses his eyes harden and he goes back to work on his bow with far more violence than necessary.

hasstandards December 16 2011, 07:09:15 UTC

RED's eyes narrowed behind his own lenses as BLU hit a chord in him: above all else at that moment, past wanting his weapons and freedom back, beyond desiring a way back to their time and to the life he'd had... he ultimately wanted revenge against the spook who had left him in that sorry state, if for no other reason than for personal satisfaction. He justified it as all tying together: he wouldn't have lost his weapons or been hospitalized without the masked man's beating ( ... )

bye_to_yer_head December 16 2011, 07:30:19 UTC

The BLU glared back at him. Was he really going to have to spell things out for the RED? He knew REDs were thickheaded but this was a bit much. "Why not? If you'd open yer eyes instead of bein' such a bloody drongo you would 'ave noticed we're not at war here. Much as you seem t' be tryin' t' start one all on your own."

On a deeper level, one that Sniper wasn't even willing to admit to himself, the RED reminded him of home. So did Pyro and Medic and Scout and the Engineer that seemed to have vanished. Sure they were on opposite teams, but they all came from the same way of life which was a comfort in this topsy turvy place that had futuristic technology and bizarre inhabitants. And though BLU basically wanted to be left alone, this place rattled him, and having people around who he could identify with helped to solidify him.

Glancing back down at his bow he made a few passes with his knife before speaking again. "It would give me somethin' t' do. This place is roight boring without anythin' t' shoot."

hasstandards December 16 2011, 07:51:09 UTC

"Hn." His breath was forced out of him in frustration, that shred of pride he held onto so dearly still conflicting with that part of him that knew and accepted that he couldn't do this completely on his own, and that survival was the key factor. If he was to survive, he'd need to curb his pride, even for a moment. "I'm not tryin' to start some bloody war. I just ( ... )

bye_to_yer_head December 17 2011, 06:12:20 UTC

BLU managed to bite down another sarcastic response about REDs ability to start wars, or in this case, to ablvoid them. Well he had come here to get some measure of revenge, it just wasn't in him to be downright cruel. RED was already completely incapacitated, unable to walk or move or probably even feed himself. And while BLU was thoroughly enjoying carving a bow he woukd later shoot the man with while in his presence, he had every intent of being perfectly civil to him.

The fact remained that even though BLUs Machina was still in pieces he at least had his knife still and, once modified, the rifle he had taken from the police station. His counterpart on the other hand was totally unarmed, and for a Sniper that just wouldn't do.

"Alroight. Gimmie a week or so."

And with that he turned back to his bow, wood shavings curling around his feet.

chibibrushheir December 17 2011, 06:46:46 UTC

What neither of them knew was that Chibiterasu was perfectly capable of fixing many things and could easily fix BLU's gun. Of course, he didn't know it was broken, so for now that didn't matter.

For now he was just here to be with his friends, and help RED if he needed it, which he seemed to be a bit by just being here to pet.

hasstandards December 17 2011, 06:50:50 UTC

RED's eyes affixed themselves out the window again, watching as a light snow was starting to fall. He tried to mask the bitterness from his face as he was forced to live with his circumstances, another debt toward his rival created. Even more than he hated that indebtedness, than he despised his being brought to Paradise and all the consequences that came with it, he loathed his inability to change what he couldn't accept. He was a disappointment in his own eyes, now ( ... )

bye_to_yer_head December 19 2011, 02:50:06 UTC

"You sure about that? Probably don't want t' strain yer hands or nothin'. Be hard t' shoot if you go an do some permanent damage to 'em."

But the temptation was there. BLU was loathe to admit it, but he had gotten as far as he could with his gun. He loved that thing, but it was just far too advanced for him, he had no idea what else was wrong with it. He had parts that he didn't know where they went or what they did, but he wasn't going to give up on his baby. That gun had been with him for a while, and he planned on having it with him for a while longer.

The RED had already proven that he knew how to fix guns when he had taken the Machina earlier. He could probably continue from where the BLU had left off. But Sniper wasn't sure if he wanted to put his livelihood in the hands of the enemy, even an enemy whose life he had saved.

hasstandards December 19 2011, 04:21:30 UTC

It settled better with RED if he thought of it as some sort of a trade, something to scratch the surface of the debt he felt he owed his rival. It burned a hole in him already; as much as he wanted to deny it, that thought he hadn't been able to save himself when he'd been knocking on death's door for what might've been the final time tore him apart. He wasn't sure of what was wrong with the respawn system of Paradise, but he wasn't eager to give it a go just to find out.

Though he hated it, that feeling pushed him toward a goal: to soothe it, satiate that clawing irritation in his chest by feeding it something else. He wasn't useless or a disappointment; he hadn't lost all purpose in life. He had to prove that more to himself than anyone in order to maintain that base stability he craved. His being hospitalized, realizing he had nowhere to run- it forced him to adapt, even if only a little bit. That desire for control was his reason to keep going, for now.

He returned BLU's words to him. "It would give me somethin' to do."

bye_to_yer_head December 19 2011, 06:47:02 UTC

"Roight." He understood that, he really did. Being bored was one of the main reasons he hated this place. And the reason he had gone on Medic's little expedition which had ended up with both their weapons busted.

"I'll bring it by tomorrow. Jus' don't let the nurses or doctor's or anythin' mess with it. Who knows how they'll feel about you jus' havin' a gun next t' you, working or otherwise."

hasstandards December 19 2011, 08:11:19 UTC

RED rubbed his eyes again, as though it would dispel the throbbing pain behind them. He kept his face impassive, but it was increasingly harder to focus on the conversation. "Right," he muttered in reply, grateful he wasn't met with much resistance. He wasn't sure he had the stamina to argue, as much as he liked to think he did ( ... )

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