#carprediem

"Oh, ehehehe... hey there, Fritz," a pang of guilt has already shot through the scout on seeing the familiar redhead. It had been such a long while since he had last seen the guy; that was what he got for letting his anxiety over bugging people cloud his judgement.

The first few pages were nothing but doodles. Birds, a poorly drawn pyro, flowers, a slightly better blutsauger, and a horribly smudged charcoal picture of Brooke and a cougar. He chuckled quietly looking at that one. The medic was horrible at drawing people.

The next few pages held a little list of people he had met along with a few notes alongside a few of the names. The list was special to Sinnian. All the names belonged to some of the first people he had met after waking up in his infirmary for the first time. So, in a way, they were the first people Sinnian had ever met in his life. Each name and every note he read over brought back pleasant memories.

Ivis. Pyro. RED. She's a nice woman. RED isn't so bad I suppose. Not if more of them are like her. Still not as good as a BLU though. She kicked my ass in battle maybe she is as good as a BLU. I got her back at least. She brought me candles once that smelled of pine. And a stuffed bear. She seemed a little frustrated when I thanked her and told her how good a friend she was. Did I say something wrong?

Fritz. Medic. BLU. He's nice, but he seems too worried about things. Poor thing. Definitely not afraid to show his emotions or spontaneously give out hugs. I like that. He keeps coming back too worried or stressed. I'm glad I seem to calm him down. That lullaby I know comes in handy. I think I've developed quite a crush on him. I wonder what he would do if I decided to kiss him... It's probably best I don't. I would hate to lose him if he turned out homophobic.

Brooke. BLU. I'm not quite sure what she does. She has a chainsaw so maybe she's a pyro? She's a carpenter. That's new. I like her chainsaw. I like her too. For some reason I've blacked out around her a few times. I wonder why. Found out why. I'm not sure I can write that down in case it's some big secret.

Engel. BLU? Yes BLU. I'm not sure what his title is. I should ask. He's a harpy. I hope I didn't seem too excited when I met him. He seemed a little down himself. I gave him that wine our spy gave to me. Then I bit him. We both wound up a little tipsy I think. He tasted good. I told him he was pretty. I do think he is. He's a gorgeous man. I think I'm falling for him. Why are all the men I meet so good looking?

Ples. I suppose he's a civilian? I think that's what we call non mercenaries. He's a strange fellow. It always sounds like he ticking like a clock. He says it's his pocket watch, but I'm not so sure. It wouldn't surprise me if he was robotic or something. That would be normal with what I've seen around here. He's a nice fellow though. He said something about a man named Worth who lived in his basement I think? Said he was a vampire. I'd like to meet him some day.

The list continued on for a few more names, but Sinnian had leaned back in his chair and was laughing quietly as he remembered back then. He had developed quite a few crushes hadn't he? Sometimes he wondered how his life would have turned out if he had pursued any of them.

"I have fun when I fight." 

He honestly did have fun. He loved the adrenaline rush he always got. The life-and-death moments. The times he was surrounded. The times he let his Vitasaw cleave through flesh, smooth as butter. The times his gloves were caked in blood, the gore spattering his uniform…

Good times. Good time, indeed.

He stares at Fritz for a moment. He wasn’t shocked, but he was a little surprised the man did it so late. He honestly thought Fritz would have done that a little bit sooner. But he wasn’t a mind reader.

Oh I know, I'm sorry-- it's cause my tumblr url is Amespookle right now instead of Amessicle. I never got around to changing the links (I never even had time to decorate my blog ;; ) but I'm only keeping that name until the 31st so after that the links will work again.

It was a long time for anyone to be asleep.

Johann was asleep, there was no real doubt about that. Oh, his eyes were half open, and he spoke, albiet in a soft, dreamy monotone. But as far as his conscious mind was concerned, he was in a deep sleep, and had been kept that way for days. Anytime he had shown signs of waking, Dr. Azel or one of his monstrous servants had used drugs or hypnosis to put him right back into his trance state.

But things were happening. There was no one here now, the 'good doctor' preoccupied with new developments. And left unattended, Johann finally was given the chance to stir.

His eyes blink, the haze seeming to clear from them. He is dizzy, he feels sick from the heavy doses of drugs he's been doped with. If his stomach wasn't empty, he'd probably throw up.

"...mmmph..."

He wasn't tied or chained down. Azel hadn't felt the need. Gingerly, Johann rises from the chair, getting to his feet. His legs are wobbly, and he steadies himself with one hand.

Fritz. He needs to find Fritz. He remembers pain and agony- they seemed but as dreams, but he knows better. Something awful had happened to his beloved. And despite his own swimming head and weak limbs, Johann knows that he needs to get to Fritz no matter what the cost, and somehow escape from this horrid place.