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*TURNS YOU INTO A GOAT*
âI beg your pardonâŠ?â
@insomniac-lifestyle
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*nods* âI owe a lot to Hydra. Iâm lucky to know someone like you, even if you were just doing your job.â
âAutumn, itâs been a while!â *Alex greeted with a slight, childish smile* âIâve been out on a mission for a while, itâs good to be back.â
@silentdeath-a175
"I am glad that you are back and well. How was the mission? I hope the mission was successful."
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âI know, but still. Iâm doing better now.â
âAutumn, itâs been a while!â *Alex greeted with a slight, childish smile* âIâve been out on a mission for a while, itâs good to be back.â
@silentdeath-a175
"I am glad that you are back and well. How was the mission? I hope the mission was successful."
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âWell Im glad youâre back. Oh, uhm, I never properly thanked you for that dayâŠ. Yâknow when IâŠâ *He closed an arm around his wrist, subconsciously pulling down his sleeve as if that would get rid of the scars* âthank youâŠâ
âAutumn, itâs been a while!â *Alex greeted with a slight, childish smile* âIâve been out on a mission for a while, itâs good to be back.â
@silentdeath-a175
"I am glad that you are back and well. How was the mission? I hope the mission was successful."
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//thank you!
Could you add my oc to your database? Heâs @silentdeath-a175 the pinned post will give you a run down of his file then a full one is linked at the end.
[YOU ARE CURRENTLY BEING ADDED TO THE DATABASE, ASSET.]
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*he nods* âit went well. How has everything been around here? Anything happen while I was gone?â
âAutumn, itâs been a while!â *Alex greeted with a slight, childish smile* âIâve been out on a mission for a while, itâs good to be back.â
@silentdeath-a175
"I am glad that you are back and well. How was the mission? I hope the mission was successful."
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*I shut the door behind me* âwhat did you need?â
*knocks on your office door*
âSir? You asked for me?â
@silentdeath-a175
âYes come in.â *looks up as you walk in*
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*shakes head* âno, sirâŠâ
Open rp
WARNING: contains self harm, blood, blades, mentions of abuse, and suicidal tendencies!
ALEX, or A-175 â he wasnât sure anymore â just got back from a mission. The second he turned in his mission report he raced off to his quarters.
What is wrong with me?
He questioned himself, feeling⊠feelings. He didnât know what to do with them, he wasnât used to feeling guilty or helpless or anything, really. His heart hurt, he was catching glimpses of a life he didnât know.
Trapped outside in the snow, the sting of a taser, a piece of shrapnel from an explosion hitting him in the eye-
He shook his head. That isnât me. That never happened to me.
But the more he told himself that the less he believed it. He was still in his gear, the daggers strapped at his thighs were starting to look incredibly enticingâŠ.
No. Youâre not allowed toâŠ
A-175 isnât allowed⊠who am I?
Slowly, he unsheathed the blade, bringing it to his wrist â the non tattooed one â and cutting a thin line, watching the blood bubble up around the cut. There were other marks on his arms, too clean to be accidental, too precise to be anything but self inflicted.
In his questionable state of mind he was too clouded to remember to close his door all the way, leaving it cracked open for anyone to enter through.
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*he follows, still nervous but less so now.*
Open rp
WARNING: contains self harm, blood, blades, mentions of abuse, and suicidal tendencies!
ALEX, or A-175 â he wasnât sure anymore â just got back from a mission. The second he turned in his mission report he raced off to his quarters.
What is wrong with me?
He questioned himself, feeling⊠feelings. He didnât know what to do with them, he wasnât used to feeling guilty or helpless or anything, really. His heart hurt, he was catching glimpses of a life he didnât know.
Trapped outside in the snow, the sting of a taser, a piece of shrapnel from an explosion hitting him in the eye-
He shook his head. That isnât me. That never happened to me.
But the more he told himself that the less he believed it. He was still in his gear, the daggers strapped at his thighs were starting to look incredibly enticingâŠ.
No. Youâre not allowed toâŠ
A-175 isnât allowed⊠who am I?
Slowly, he unsheathed the blade, bringing it to his wrist â the non tattooed one â and cutting a thin line, watching the blood bubble up around the cut. There were other marks on his arms, too clean to be accidental, too precise to be anything but self inflicted.
In his questionable state of mind he was too clouded to remember to close his door all the way, leaving it cracked open for anyone to enter through.
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âOkay⊠Good⊠thatâs goodâŠâ
Open rp
WARNING: contains self harm, blood, blades, mentions of abuse, and suicidal tendencies!
ALEX, or A-175 â he wasnât sure anymore â just got back from a mission. The second he turned in his mission report he raced off to his quarters.
What is wrong with me?
He questioned himself, feeling⊠feelings. He didnât know what to do with them, he wasnât used to feeling guilty or helpless or anything, really. His heart hurt, he was catching glimpses of a life he didnât know.
Trapped outside in the snow, the sting of a taser, a piece of shrapnel from an explosion hitting him in the eye-
He shook his head. That isnât me. That never happened to me.
But the more he told himself that the less he believed it. He was still in his gear, the daggers strapped at his thighs were starting to look incredibly enticingâŠ.
No. Youâre not allowed toâŠ
A-175 isnât allowed⊠who am I?
Slowly, he unsheathed the blade, bringing it to his wrist â the non tattooed one â and cutting a thin line, watching the blood bubble up around the cut. There were other marks on his arms, too clean to be accidental, too precise to be anything but self inflicted.
In his questionable state of mind he was too clouded to remember to close his door all the way, leaving it cracked open for anyone to enter through.
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âOnly the bad ones, rightâŠ? Iâll still remember you..?â
Open rp
WARNING: contains self harm, blood, blades, mentions of abuse, and suicidal tendencies!
ALEX, or A-175 â he wasnât sure anymore â just got back from a mission. The second he turned in his mission report he raced off to his quarters.
What is wrong with me?
He questioned himself, feeling⊠feelings. He didnât know what to do with them, he wasnât used to feeling guilty or helpless or anything, really. His heart hurt, he was catching glimpses of a life he didnât know.
Trapped outside in the snow, the sting of a taser, a piece of shrapnel from an explosion hitting him in the eye-
He shook his head. That isnât me. That never happened to me.
But the more he told himself that the less he believed it. He was still in his gear, the daggers strapped at his thighs were starting to look incredibly enticingâŠ.
No. Youâre not allowed toâŠ
A-175 isnât allowed⊠who am I?
Slowly, he unsheathed the blade, bringing it to his wrist â the non tattooed one â and cutting a thin line, watching the blood bubble up around the cut. There were other marks on his arms, too clean to be accidental, too precise to be anything but self inflicted.
In his questionable state of mind he was too clouded to remember to close his door all the way, leaving it cracked open for anyone to enter through.
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*nods* âtheyâll get rid of the memories, rightâŠ?â
Open rp
WARNING: contains self harm, blood, blades, mentions of abuse, and suicidal tendencies!
ALEX, or A-175 â he wasnât sure anymore â just got back from a mission. The second he turned in his mission report he raced off to his quarters.
What is wrong with me?
He questioned himself, feeling⊠feelings. He didnât know what to do with them, he wasnât used to feeling guilty or helpless or anything, really. His heart hurt, he was catching glimpses of a life he didnât know.
Trapped outside in the snow, the sting of a taser, a piece of shrapnel from an explosion hitting him in the eye-
He shook his head. That isnât me. That never happened to me.
But the more he told himself that the less he believed it. He was still in his gear, the daggers strapped at his thighs were starting to look incredibly enticingâŠ.
No. Youâre not allowed toâŠ
A-175 isnât allowed⊠who am I?
Slowly, he unsheathed the blade, bringing it to his wrist â the non tattooed one â and cutting a thin line, watching the blood bubble up around the cut. There were other marks on his arms, too clean to be accidental, too precise to be anything but self inflicted.
In his questionable state of mind he was too clouded to remember to close his door all the way, leaving it cracked open for anyone to enter through.
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*he followed close behind*
Open rp
WARNING: contains self harm, blood, blades, mentions of abuse, and suicidal tendencies!
ALEX, or A-175 â he wasnât sure anymore â just got back from a mission. The second he turned in his mission report he raced off to his quarters.
What is wrong with me?
He questioned himself, feeling⊠feelings. He didnât know what to do with them, he wasnât used to feeling guilty or helpless or anything, really. His heart hurt, he was catching glimpses of a life he didnât know.
Trapped outside in the snow, the sting of a taser, a piece of shrapnel from an explosion hitting him in the eye-
He shook his head. That isnât me. That never happened to me.
But the more he told himself that the less he believed it. He was still in his gear, the daggers strapped at his thighs were starting to look incredibly enticingâŠ.
No. Youâre not allowed toâŠ
A-175 isnât allowed⊠who am I?
Slowly, he unsheathed the blade, bringing it to his wrist â the non tattooed one â and cutting a thin line, watching the blood bubble up around the cut. There were other marks on his arms, too clean to be accidental, too precise to be anything but self inflicted.
In his questionable state of mind he was too clouded to remember to close his door all the way, leaving it cracked open for anyone to enter through.
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âOkay⊠thank you, againâŠâ
Open rp
WARNING: contains self harm, blood, blades, mentions of abuse, and suicidal tendencies!
ALEX, or A-175 â he wasnât sure anymore â just got back from a mission. The second he turned in his mission report he raced off to his quarters.
What is wrong with me?
He questioned himself, feeling⊠feelings. He didnât know what to do with them, he wasnât used to feeling guilty or helpless or anything, really. His heart hurt, he was catching glimpses of a life he didnât know.
Trapped outside in the snow, the sting of a taser, a piece of shrapnel from an explosion hitting him in the eye-
He shook his head. That isnât me. That never happened to me.
But the more he told himself that the less he believed it. He was still in his gear, the daggers strapped at his thighs were starting to look incredibly enticingâŠ.
No. Youâre not allowed toâŠ
A-175 isnât allowed⊠who am I?
Slowly, he unsheathed the blade, bringing it to his wrist â the non tattooed one â and cutting a thin line, watching the blood bubble up around the cut. There were other marks on his arms, too clean to be accidental, too precise to be anything but self inflicted.
In his questionable state of mind he was too clouded to remember to close his door all the way, leaving it cracked open for anyone to enter through.
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âAre you sureâŠ? You already did a lot I canât ask you to do thatâŠâ
Open rp
WARNING: contains self harm, blood, blades, mentions of abuse, and suicidal tendencies!
ALEX, or A-175 â he wasnât sure anymore â just got back from a mission. The second he turned in his mission report he raced off to his quarters.
What is wrong with me?
He questioned himself, feeling⊠feelings. He didnât know what to do with them, he wasnât used to feeling guilty or helpless or anything, really. His heart hurt, he was catching glimpses of a life he didnât know.
Trapped outside in the snow, the sting of a taser, a piece of shrapnel from an explosion hitting him in the eye-
He shook his head. That isnât me. That never happened to me.
But the more he told himself that the less he believed it. He was still in his gear, the daggers strapped at his thighs were starting to look incredibly enticingâŠ.
No. Youâre not allowed toâŠ
A-175 isnât allowed⊠who am I?
Slowly, he unsheathed the blade, bringing it to his wrist â the non tattooed one â and cutting a thin line, watching the blood bubble up around the cut. There were other marks on his arms, too clean to be accidental, too precise to be anything but self inflicted.
In his questionable state of mind he was too clouded to remember to close his door all the way, leaving it cracked open for anyone to enter through.
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âOkayâŠâ
Open rp
WARNING: contains self harm, blood, blades, mentions of abuse, and suicidal tendencies!
ALEX, or A-175 â he wasnât sure anymore â just got back from a mission. The second he turned in his mission report he raced off to his quarters.
What is wrong with me?
He questioned himself, feeling⊠feelings. He didnât know what to do with them, he wasnât used to feeling guilty or helpless or anything, really. His heart hurt, he was catching glimpses of a life he didnât know.
Trapped outside in the snow, the sting of a taser, a piece of shrapnel from an explosion hitting him in the eye-
He shook his head. That isnât me. That never happened to me.
But the more he told himself that the less he believed it. He was still in his gear, the daggers strapped at his thighs were starting to look incredibly enticingâŠ.
No. Youâre not allowed toâŠ
A-175 isnât allowed⊠who am I?
Slowly, he unsheathed the blade, bringing it to his wrist â the non tattooed one â and cutting a thin line, watching the blood bubble up around the cut. There were other marks on his arms, too clean to be accidental, too precise to be anything but self inflicted.
In his questionable state of mind he was too clouded to remember to close his door all the way, leaving it cracked open for anyone to enter through.
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âThank youâŠâ *He mumbled as he took his arm back.*
Open rp
WARNING: contains self harm, blood, blades, mentions of abuse, and suicidal tendencies!
ALEX, or A-175 â he wasnât sure anymore â just got back from a mission. The second he turned in his mission report he raced off to his quarters.
What is wrong with me?
He questioned himself, feeling⊠feelings. He didnât know what to do with them, he wasnât used to feeling guilty or helpless or anything, really. His heart hurt, he was catching glimpses of a life he didnât know.
Trapped outside in the snow, the sting of a taser, a piece of shrapnel from an explosion hitting him in the eye-
He shook his head. That isnât me. That never happened to me.
But the more he told himself that the less he believed it. He was still in his gear, the daggers strapped at his thighs were starting to look incredibly enticingâŠ.
No. Youâre not allowed toâŠ
A-175 isnât allowed⊠who am I?
Slowly, he unsheathed the blade, bringing it to his wrist â the non tattooed one â and cutting a thin line, watching the blood bubble up around the cut. There were other marks on his arms, too clean to be accidental, too precise to be anything but self inflicted.
In his questionable state of mind he was too clouded to remember to close his door all the way, leaving it cracked open for anyone to enter through.
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