#behindaccents

Sometimes she hates when she clicks back into place, especially after a draining day. Nica’s thankful that Chucky managed to get her body to a bed before he fades to the background. She sheds the jacket and grimaces at the blood on the sleeves, knowing that it’s going to take some work to get the blood out. Her hands hurt and she knows her knuckles are split, but tiredness overwhelms her senses. She feels guilty, too, knowing that she’s on a bed in Selina’s apartment. Her stomach sinks when she realizes that she’s on Selina’s bed. “Shit, I’m sorry about the bed. I’ll get new sheets for you, or find where Tiffany gets all of hers.” Nica pushes herself up and manages to get the shoes off her feet before pushing her hands through her hair. “I don’t want to impose, but I’m not at a point where I can really move.” Sorry, kid. Got put through the wringer today, and I could feel you slipping in near the last beat down. Cobblepot uses Chucky because of his proclivity for cruelty, the want to send a message overruling all sense. “There’s another power vacuum growing, isn’t there?” She knows the answer, she just needs to be certain. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

                     SHE HATED the emergency room. Well, she enjoyed seeing the interesting cases come and go but she hated being a patient in the emergency room. Only once before now. But this time.. this time was not good. Because she was still classified as a child, she was pediatric case. Something of which she did not like. But, having grown up in this hospital surrounded by every surgeon or nurse, they all knew her. And the moment she was in the emergency room, waiting to be looked at, people couldn’t stop staring. She was waiting until one of her mom’s got word of her being there. Looking up, the blonde noticed as her mother came swooping into the cubicle. “Okay, so I can EXPLAIN.”

it almost stuns him to see that sidney is still in town and that she has found him with little difficulty. someone in town must be gossiping. typical. bet that gale bitch is still here too. he couldn’t deny that a part of him actually wants her to come inside...but he knows the dangers and risks of that choice. it could end badly. he didn’t want to risk the chance for him to face the prison sentence he managed to dodge years ago. “ hey, no. sid, it’s nice to see you... ” billy opens the door to his apartment a little more and holds an innocent smile. “ it’s been a while. we should catch up. ” though, he wouldn’t go into full detail about his endeavors since skipping town, so for now, he’d play nice and tell her what she wants to hear. “ come in... ” he takes a single step out of the way and waves an arm, gesturing for her to enter. “ i don’t bite. ” he adds in a teasing manner.

“Its Carrie, right?” He asked, knowing the answer but he was trying to be nice and keep up the conversation. “Im Billy.” He flashed an ever charming smile at her.

“I’M TELLING YOU---LIZARD PEOPLE ARE REAL !” He’s FLABBERGASTED---his words stuttering out, as he fumbled with his microphone, waving it around as he struggles to COMPUTE---please remove disc and retry. “Are you just forgetting the whole ‘we fought a super AWESOME god’ thing ?!”

And  so,  now  ——  here  he  is,  on  the  couch,  looking  a  little  scruffier  than  the  last  time  she  saw  him  after  their  jaunt  in  Mexico,  and  just  ——  jesus.  The  way  she  drops  a  blanket  'round  his  shoulders  must  speak  worlds  at  just  how  rough  he  looks,  really,  and  it  takes  a  lot  to  swallow  the  knot  in  his  throat.  "  Ah,  jeez,  "  he  says,  pulling  it  closer  with  a  grimace.  "  Thanks.  It’s  just  been,  wow,  a  hell  of  a  week.  I'm  sorry  for  all  this,  y'know,  last  minute  ——  "  He  trails  off,  the  faintest  little  wince  at  the  corner  of  his  eyes.  "  Where's,  uh,  Dan?  He  working  late?  "

“hey callie...” he said and without much thought, walked into callie’s room and honestly he had not expected her to be changing mid-afternoon with the kids working on school stuff. he’d had a question about a notebook he and phoebe had found, but all thought went out of his mind. he turned around quickly, back to callie now and the notebook in question over his face for good measure. “i’m so sorry--- i didn’t mean to... i should’ve knocked...”