564. what are we getting into today

[huffpuffblonde]

THE RANDOM SCENARIO MEME
Extended Edition!Six different possible scenarios with multiple choices or you can just throw it all out the door and come up with your own! Perfect if you're wanting to play but really want a prompt.

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J.D. Rivers ~ OC ~ Open

[killsonthe_sly]

Fluff - 14

[refulgentdreams]

[She's already tugging him.] Ach, come on! It's beautiful.

[killsonthe_sly]

..You gotta be kidding. [he rolls his eyes, but he's being pulled along anyway]

[refulgentdreams]

[She's grinning from ear to hear, still hobbling on her bad leg.] Don't be a Grinch. Just come out for a bit, yeah?

[killsonthe_sly]

Hey.. come on, lean on me a bit. [sternly, his eyes watching that] I'm jus' bein' safe...how's that Grinch-y?

[refulgentdreams]

[She can't help but glare at that. She'd been walking with a limp for almost three years now.] I don't be needing to lean on you. But thanks.

And you're being a Grinch just because you are. [Jade bundles in her coat tighter.]

Fluff - 12 (love at first sight); clearly, RNG has ideas for us. >.>

[buticlosemyeyes]

[Runs up to him to tackle him in a hug.] Welcome back. I've missed you so much.

oooh, clearly! /goes pre-Jase's canon for this ^_^

[killsonthe_sly]

Hey! [he stumbles back on those longs legs of his a bit, catching her easily, a warm look in his eyes. Smiling] Hey... [softer, as he kissed the top of her head] I missed you, Anna... howya been?

angst, 8.

[lormenari]

[Sam is banging on your door while pressing a hand to his bleeding mouth and nose, trying to steady his breathing but failing because every breath feels like a knife between his bruised ribs.]

awww, Sam! T-T;

[killsonthe_sly]

[the door opens swiftly, Jase a little to the side. None of his enemies would track him here, or be stupid enough to take the front door, but you could never be sure] Shit.. Sam?

[he reaches for him, eyes darting about outside in case he were seen, followed... overlapping the concern at his state for the moment. He tugged him gently] Get in here! The fuck's happened?

i just really love angst~ :D

[lormenari]

[Sam stumbles inside, gritting his teeth in pain.] One of my clients got a little too drunk... sorry, I just - your house was closest.

[killsonthe_sly]

Don't worry about that, kid - jeez. [he rolled his eyes, discretely hiding the gun he had drawn into the back of his jeans, tugging the hem of the shirt down again as he frowned] Come on... let's get you fixed up.

...Did you at least get a hit of your own, or two? [as he guided him to the couch to sit. There's a half-empty beer and bowl of chips on the table besides. He was already up]

[lormenari]

[Sam is way too preoccupied with the gush of blood coming from his face to notice anything out of the ordinary. He sits, his voice muffled.] The dude had, like, 200 pounds on me. I did hit him across the face with a beer bottle, though. But only after he kicked me really hard in the ribs... [He grimaces.] My nose is bleeding.

[killsonthe_sly]

[he tilts his face up slowly, to check him over.. snorting derisively] Coulda done yourself damage with that, too. Well, it's not broken, so we don't need to go to the ER.

[good. He wasn't in the mood for too many questions. If anyone looked at him wrong, he would probably cause more when he beat up the unlucky fucker who did..] You hurt anywhere else? I'll get water, gotta rinse and soak it out.

[lormenari]

[He moves his bloody hands away, revealing a cut on the side of his lip as well. He takes a shallow breath through his mouth, nodding slowly.] Just my ribs. I don't think anything's broken, it just... hurts. A lot.

[killsonthe_sly]

Shit.. well, I'll need you to take your shirt off. If you can't I better cut it.. but internal bleeding isn't gonna feel good, kid. [he shrugs. Of course it hurts.

He gives him a dark look, cleaning his face of blood carefully, a rolled up, clean dishtowel from below the sink pressed in a scrunched ball to his nose to check the flow...] ...Please tell me you stole his fuckin' wallet.