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obligatory end-of-the-movie thread 

He’d won. 

Maybe he was standing, or still sitting in that office chair on wheels. He couldn’t really feel where the rest of his body was, outside of his head. If he had the mind to, he could probably wheel himself over to the elevator with his leg. ...The one that didn’t have a dislocated knee, anyway. 

From his cheek the ichor and viscera poured. Joe shut his eyes. 

         Fuck. Ears were ringing as he rolled along the ground, wanting to sit up but found himself not really moving anywhere besides side to side. He had been taken by surprised, leaving him not being able to fight for himself. A few kick to the rib and a few hits to the face left him completely unbalanced. It wasn’t until he heard the familiar voice that he looked towards where it was coming from.       “ I got attacked. ” He mused, letting out a weak laugh before his jaw tightened, a hand moving to the side of his head where he could feel the wet blood that was trickling down his scalp. “ Shit. ”

That tight, awkward laugh. Joseph heard it sometimes after Tyler made a particular sort of joke-- the ones that edged on too-personal, like Tyler was scared somebody might actually be getting to know him. 

Joseph swallowed seeing the blood. Guys in Fight Club had a pact about trips to the hospital: you never went alone. Always had somebody else there to vouch for your story or make one up. A different guy each time. They’d worked it into the roster. Joe felt like he had to be that guy for Bee right now. 

“Hey, hey. Stay still... Stay still.” Joe bunched his jacket up under the guy’s head. He couldn’t tell if it was a cut or if he’d been stuck with something. The latter probably more likely. “I think you have a concussion, man. Let me go call somebody for you...” 

He needed to get to a payphone. Only his boss carried around a cellphone, and that was only when he left the office. Everything else was all pagers. Joe turned his head toward the mouth of the alley, intent on getting up soon. Just after he found out-- 

“Who did this to you?” 

starter call here! 

@fvrmidables​​ for bee! 

“Rick?” Joe scampered down the alleyway, almost tripping over an empty beer can. He was already taking his jacket off with the intention of propping Rick’s head up with it. The guy looked like he’d gotten a few good punches to the face. 

“Man, what the fuck are you doing out here?” This is not where Fight Club took place. But Joe wasn’t about to break a rule and mention it by name anywhere outside of the basement. 

anon sent: hey, so, i haven't played rp in a long while and thinking about following rp blogs with my personal account irks me, but i just wanted to say that i really love both your blogs, every once in a while i check on them because the way you write the characters and the whole aesthetic aspect of everything is really fcking cool. anyway, bye, have a nice day! 

i do not live in wilmington lmao 

edit: pretty sure the film mentions new castle and penns grove too