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                                       S O M E T I M E S   the   rescue                                       is harder to bear than the ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ.

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dissociation sucks

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US Soldier being raised up to a Huey, Vietnam

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     You keep coming back to the scene of the crime,                but the dead can’t speak,           and there’s nothing left to say anyway.

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It’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real

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Buzzing

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     When the city goes silent,      the ringing in my ears gets violent.

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Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/

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surviiived·:

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Typically, Norton wouldn’t wish to waste his time by decoding with someone else. Not only that, but calibrations were tricky for him and he didn’t want to piss anyone off by accidentally setting off a signal to the hunter. Even so… He couldn’t detect any ciphers nearby, and it was still the very start of a match—he didn’t want to waste time searching for another cipher machine. 

And so, he continued to decode with the Soldier. He hadn’t done a match with the man yet and thus didn’t know much about his attributes for the game. Maybe he should stick close to him and see what he can do for himself…

The Prospector decided not to try any small talk with Oliver, and thus didn’t utter a sound until he felt his heart begin to beat out of nowhere. The hunter was near… He immediately stopped decoding and crouched down next to the cipher machine.

“ ‘Hunter is near,” he muttered to the other male while gripping his magnets in his fists. 

                            As  much  as  Norton  silently  worried  about  accidentally  upsetting  the  man  in  uniform--  the  cadet’s  mind  was  a  buzz  of  anxiety  that  rivaled  the  electrical  current  that  danced  beneath  their  fingers  as  they  worked  the  cipher  machine.  Only  the  clicks  of  keys  and  the  occasional  smack  of  a  palm  against  the  stubborn  contraption  broke  against  the  air.  Really,  within  Oliver’s  mind  he  was  rehearsing  ten  thousand  ways  to  actually  say  ‘hello’  to  the  other  Survivor.  First  impressions  were  everything  weren’t  they?  And---  he  didn’t  really  know  anyone  yet  aside  from  faces.  He  couldn’t  screw  this  up!  Swallowing  down  his  nervousness,  his  lips  part  as  bright  green  eyes  lift  just  enough  from  under  the  brim  of  his  beret  only  to  find  the  other  suddenly  crouching  down.  “Eh--?”                        ‘                  The  hunter  is  near.                  ‘

              Oliver’s  voice  never  makes  it  past  his  lips,  instead  his  eyes  dart  over  his  shoulder  just  as  the  thunder  in  his  chest  takes  hold,  a  dim  violet  light  peeking  out  past  the  folds  of  his  uniform  covered  chest.  “W-wha--?!”  He  stumbles  back  from  the  cipher  machine,  more  out  of  his  own  surprise.  He  was  new  to  all  this.  And---  not  the  most  graceful  of  people.  Well,  that  was  putting  it  mildly.  He  was  outright  clumsy.    He  scoots  against  the  dirt  until  his  back  presses  up  against  the  base  of  the  machine  on  the  other  side.  He  swallows  down  hard,  trying  to  keep  the  obvious  tremor  from  bleeding  into  his  voice,  “D-do  we  hide?  Do  we  --  stay  put?”  A  shaky  hand  lingers  down  to  some  kind  of  gun  strapped  to  his  belt.  “D--do  we  fight?  Please  don’t  say  we  fight--”

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Listening to this album while reading Silver Surfer and ROM is a perfect experience.

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When will my mental stability return from the war

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          I’m kind of just              leftovers…

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043020

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( @bttnnghtmr​​​ ) Eᴍɪʟʏ Dʏᴇʀ ؛

            “It’s going to hurt for a moment,                                                         but I’ll need to clean the wound.” 

                                                Tik          tik          tik          tik.

              His  mouth  feels  dry.  He  swallows  down  as  green  eyes  stare  down  at  his  rattling  hands.  He  can  feel  it.  Not  the  pain–  pain  is  a  constant,  pain  is  familiar.  Pain  is  home.  The  soldier’s  adamn’s  apple  bobs  in  his  throat  as  he  swallows  a  second  time,  trying  to  summon  up  his  voice–  and  maybe  if  he’s  lucky  he  can  keep  the  tremor  from  his  voice  this  time.  She  wants  to  help,  that  much  is  certain.  It’s  too  bad  she  can’t.

            Without  any  warning  a  hand  swipes  up  against  the  air,  knocking  the  young  woman’s  forearm  away  from  him  with  accidental  force.  He  scrambles  backwards  across  the  floor,  camo  jacket  growing  dingy  from  the  dust  and  dirt  it  collects.  

                                                                                   Tik          tik          tik          tik.                     “N-no..!  I–  you–  have  to  go  now  okay?  Just  go–”  No  one  ever  leaves  with  ‘just  go’.     “I’ll  be  fine!  This  is  nothing–  I’ve  had  worse  miss,  You  just,  gotta  trust  me.  It’ll  all  just  be  easier  if  you  just  trust  me.”

           Something  begins  to  uncoil  his  head,  slinking  through  every  thought,  rotting  slowly  away  at  the  constraints  put  there  by  the  countless  pills.  Green  eyes  flash  wide,  yes!  Pills!  A  shakey  hand  grasps  to  his  breast  pocket,pulling  out  a  small  bottle,  he  begins  fumbling  with  the  lid–  but  it  sticks.                                Tik          tik          tik          tik.                       He  feels  it  grip  his  throat,  crawling  up  from  behind  his  clenched  jaws–  it’s  coming.  HE’Scoming.  He  has  to  stop  it.  If  only  this  stUPID  CAP  WOULD  COME  OFF.