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[ianfm]

IanFM: Out of Context pt. 2

A collection of references from threads. Pt. 1

Featuring (in order): Dustin Waerea ( @takemecn ), Patrick Webb ( @bitcme ), Arne Berman ( @highfears ), Viola Lancaster, ( @viola--lancaster ), Orwell Washington ( @horrorbxby ), Leaf Wozniak ( @urdamage )/ Kit Sombun ( @shrieks ), Romy Davis ( @fearsless ), Dolly Jensen ( @finaldarlings ), & PJ Bolton ( @rufficns ). 

Part 6 of 13 Days of Halloween Part 5

[hector-reyes]

Location: Shrike Hospital

Tagging: @horrorbxby​

“Yo, I figured they had you on a strict jello diet so I came to rescue you.” Hector stood awkwardly in the doorway of the hospital room, having wanted to leave the hospital as soon as he came in but there were people he cared about in there and he knew he would hate himself if he didn’t show up. His mind was spinning and the events of the night had shaken him more than he was willing to admit. He didn’t want anyone to see it and yet at the same time he wanted desperately to be near people who had been there, who had seen....or not seen what they had. “They patched you up, right? Like if I give you these fries and you eat them they’re not gonna pop out of some hole in your body, right?” Hector raised an eyebrow as he set a bag of food next to Orwell and took the seat next to the bed. “I never thought I’d say this but we both look like shit. You more than me, though.”

[bitcme]

JANE & ORWELL

Closed starter for @horrorbxby​, located in Shrike County Hospital.

Guilt is absolutely tearing Jane apart. Why couldn’t it have been her? Why couldn’t she have taken Orwell’s place instead? Why was she completely useless, only hurting the team that tried to escape together instead of helping her friend make it out at least in much better shape? She’s sick to her stomach, having to confront the events that she’s lived through, and the scrapes and bruises left on her are painful reminders of how she was somehow able to make it through an attack almost unharmed, so unlike one of the last people in Shrike Heights that deserve the trauma so intense like what Orwell suffered. Jane isn’t to blame for anything that the killers have done, she shouldn’t even take on the guilt of hurting Glenda as she jumped out of the killer’s grasp, but she wishes so badly that that night could have gone differently and she takes responsibility for the fact that it didn’t because Jane was raised to always accept fault. Orwell lives, but the survivor’s guilt that Jane is left with is unimaginably painful. 

There’s nothing she can do to make anything any better, there’s nothing Jane can do to make up for what people like Orwell are now left with, but Jane doesn’t let herself rest until she at least tries. Jane doesn’t know how to do anything for herself; her one selfish act is how she ended up in Shrike Heights, and apart of Jane feels as though leaving her life is exactly why she’s been attacked, she feels as though this is her punishment, despite that situation too being one where Jane truly isn’t at fault. So even though Jane needs rest, and even though Jane needs time to process her own trauma, she walks into Orwell’s hospital room with a bunch of red gaillardias - the same colour as Orwell’s converse, Jane noted in the hospital gift shop as she looked at their small selection - and a small plush dog that’s the same sandy colour as Orwell’s hair. It’s not a solution, but it’s at the very least a gesture. 

“Hey, you’re awake.” She forces a smile onto her face, acting as if she’s not a victim of the same crime and able to be of support without the emotional baggage that Jane now wheels along behind her. “I swear I have a bit of a habit of always walking in just as someone’s dozed off.” She scrunches her face up slightly, thinking maybe she shouldn’t have started the conversation alluding to the fact that Orwell isn’t the only friend she’s had to visit. “How are you feeling? Are the nurses listening to what you need?” She only asks this as a constant complaint of Hen Wen’s during their time here was the fact that the nurses were always doing something wrong; Jane doesn’t take the time to realise that that was only because Hen Wen channels herself into aggression, and with having little to no hospital experience before Shrike Heights, Hen Wen and Ian are the only two patients she’s been so close to. 

[glendaadams]

｡･:*:･ﾟ★ glenda feat. orwell

located  in  a  park  far  out  from  the  cbd. this  is  a  closed  starter  for  @horrorbxby​

glenda  had  been  excited  for  her  day  off,  planning  on  staying  in  the  entire  day  and  soaking  up  the  safety  that  came  with  being  inside  of  those  four  sturdy  brick  walls,  but  she  found  herself  quickly  growing  restless. it  wasn’t  like  her  to  do  nothing,  and  while  the  promise  of  safety  was  something  very  much  needed  right  now,  the  restlessness  ended  up  winning. glenda  always  had  been  a  little  manic. she  didn’t  want  to  stray  far  from  home,  but  after  deciding  quickly  that  she  definitely  didn’t  want  to  near  the  mall  when  she  wasn’t  being  paid  to  do  so,  she  found  herself  strolling  down  one  of  the  rocky  footpaths  adjacent  to  one  of  the  parks  in  town  that  was  less  kept,  less  maintained. she  chose  this  park  in  particular  to  steer  clear  of  any  larger  groups  of  people  -  bait  for  the  killers,  she  thought  -  but  her  walk  didn’t  come  without  finding  at  least  one  familiar  face.

“huh,  you  definitely  won’t  find  that  book  on  any  school  approved  reading  lists,  not  even  in  towns  more  progressive  than  shrike  heights.”  she  greeted  orwell,  glancing  over  the  title  of  the  book  they  read  before  sitting  down  on  the  park  bench  beside  their  former  student. “glad  to  see  i  taught  you  well.”  she  added,  teasing. but  glenda  knew  better  than  to  bring  exclusive  light-heartedness  into  any  conversation  nowadays. “how’ve  you  been  holding  up?”  she  asked,  sincere.

[urdamage]

keep smiling, keep shining knowing you can always count on me, for sure that's what friends are for for good times and bad times i'll be on your side forever more that's what friends are for

✧ leaf wozniak moodboard 02/?? ✧ featuring blossom serrano, orwell washington ( @horrorbxby ) + ian vogt ( @ianfm ). ✧ freddie’s twelve days of moodboards 06/12

[ianfm]

And if you threw a party Invited everyone you knew Well, you would see the biggest gift would be from me And the card attached would say

Thank you for being a friend

Moodboard for Orwell Washington ( @horrorbxby ), Ian Vogt, & Bo Turner ( @urdamage​ )

[ianfm]

voicemail, received 6:30am; ❝ hey ian ! i had an opening shift so i stopped by at like six but you were asleep so i'm calling from work. i left your present by the door so as not to disturb you, but i have slid an envelope below your door. make sure that you're the one who opens it - not bo. i'll see you later - call me back when you're ready and i'll grab some movies. happy birthday ! ❞ ian has obtained +1 childhood photo of bo ( which she swore she would never show anybody ), +1 handmade birthday card with a crude drawing of the trio eating birthday cake, +2 new d&d modules.

voicemail, received 9:23am; “I’m a dumbass. You literally said you’re at Showtime right now and I still called your place. Maybe I shouldn’t have smoked a birthday bowl before breakfast, haha.  I hadn’t checked my voicemail when I opened your presents. I just had a feeling not to open that envelope in front of Bo. Don’t worry it’s tucked safely where he’d never find it. I feel like he’d destroy it on the spot, I can’t believe this has been kept from me for so many years. Thanks for all the gifts, Orwell, you really didn’t have to and yeah... I’ll probably call you at the store where you actually are before you even here this but come over anytime Bo and I are probably going to be eating some sort of junk food all day.”

[ianfm]

closed starter for @horrorbxby​ location: showtime

Orwell had been in Ian’s life essentially as long as Bo had. If Bo and Orwell got up to something it wasn’t unlikely for Ian to be in attendance, or a captive audience, or even a phone call away because Ian had to come rescue the pair after some misadventure. Ian’s home was always open to Orwell -- they knew that and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for them to pop up unbeknownst to Ian to visit their mutual best friend who was now living with him again. In fact, it’d been Bo who had sent Ian out in search of Orwell at Showtime after he was done at the arcade. He had Bo’s list of films in hand as he entered the store and made a b-line for his friend. 

“You’d think he’d pick these up when he was working,” Ian started as he slid the note he’d scribbled before work consisting of Karate Kid I and II, Little Shop of Horrors, and The Neverending Story. “How’s the store been today?”

[urdamage]

o r w e l l . 

➵ closed @horrorbxby​

               it felt like bo had a life time to catch his best friend up on , felt like he hadn’t seen them in at least a year as he had been so incapable of doing anything other than resting and recovering , all while ian played the role of his nurse . ian . that was what bo wanted to talk to orwell about the most , though strangely enough , as he waited eagerly for them to arrive at ian’s apartment - he was nervous . his only really long and serious relationship had been with ian , and while it was often that he shared the news of a kiss or a hook up between them , this would be the first time he was telling her that they were essentially back together . it was all oddly nerve-wracking - especially as bo and ian hadn’t formally had the conversation yet - but that was why he waited for a time when ian was busy working to invite orwell over , not only so he would have someone by his side while the other man way away , but so he could talk about it freely . “ george ! ” he greeted her with as much enthusiasm as he could muster , though even still it was clear that the attack had such an impact on him . “ what a sore sight for eyes - i mean , sight for ... sight for sore eyes . what a sight for sore eyes . ” he laughed , leaning his weight against the door frame as he moved aside to let her in .