#thirumstained

@thirum-stained​ ‘s call has been transferred to voicemail by: Elijah R. Kamski. Please leave your message at the tone. Beep.

|| "Ḙ̵̈l̴̡͚̫̊̂̽͜ï̶̮͈̹̏̚j̷̝͍̃͘a̵̠̟̐̋̊̎ͅh̶̛̤̣.̵̛͉́̍ ̴̧̬̬͕̈́̿I̶͉̪̭͆͂̂ ̶̭̝̰̃͝ṇ̴̨̳̀̈̌̽e̵̺̓̓̒e̴̼̟͂̇̌͋d̷̫̭̣̘̔ ̷̨̨̥͆͋͂ḩ̷̰̒̽̅ë̷̝̣̗́͗͒l̸͙̗̿͑̍p̶̪̘̼̔̒" Something was wrong. Chloe's wires felt like they were on fire and her HUD wasn't responding. Her joints felt like they were unable to work.

Elijah could feel ever muscle in his being tense, shaking him to his very core and jolting him into overdrive where he’d once been leisurely working through the kinks and quirks of the biocomponent arm laying on his desk. The sound of Chloe’s voice grated through his body like nails against his bones. 

“Chloe--” he breathed, no, there was no time for breathing. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” gently, but with marked strength, his hands wrapped around her forearms to hold her steady, eyes searching her face frantically. “No, no, nonononono...” Tears burned at the corners of ice blue eyes, stinging.

“Lo, please... please....” Elijah pleaded as he lifted her almost effortlessly into his arms and carried her over to the work station, sitting her on the surface, completely ignoring what he’d originally been working on.

“Lo, can you hear me?”

His mind absolutely spun with flashes of her, seeing her laying before him, broken and barely breathing. It hurt, fuck it hurt.

Hearing her speak just as he entered the room nearly rose the hairs on the back of his neck. Elijah spun on his heels to look in the direction of Chloe, offering her something that could be easily seen as a smile, though it was far more emphasized in his eyes than on his lips. The orbs of crystalline blue squinted upwards if only slightly. 

“And go straight home, or your father will have my head..” Elijah quoted in return, recalling a bit of the book from what little memory he had of reading through it. It’d been laying on the coffee table for months, and he’d yet to finish it - not that he had given himself much free time through any of his life.

@thirum-stained​ liked for a starter: angst.

First Responder: Detective Gavin A. Reed

The florescent lighting in the station was doing absolutely nothing to help the nagging headache, Gavin leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a moment. That, however, only served to make him feel worse. A silent curse later, he laid his forehead down on folded arms atop his desk. Just a few minutes of darkness, that’s all he needed, right? 

@thirum-stained​ ‘s call was answered by: Gavin A. Reed.

||  “It’s not the bullets that kill you. It’s moments like these.”

Gavin frowned, sinking down against the wall in a crouching position. They were outside the station, in the designated smoking area at the back - it was cold as hell, snow falling around them in gentle, sweeping swirls of white against the city’s grey backdrop. The smoke from his cigarette curled upwards into the air, meshing easily with the plume of steam that rose with their breath. 

“Moments like these...that seem to just...go on forever.

He leaned his head back against the bricks, looking up at Vanessa through bleary eyes, tired, sleep deprived, running on one-too-many cups of coffee, and emotionally drained from the ongoing case, he looked damn near ready to break.

@thirum-stained​ ‘s call has been answered by: Detective Gavin A. Reed

||  “You’re acting like you’ve never been fed before.”

Gavin’s eyes narrowed at fellow detective Vanessa Clark, the two of them got along rather well despite his attitude towards anyone that he deemed ‘in his way,’ which was everyone around the office aside from Vanessa and officer Tina Chen. Before he managed to speak, though, he turned his attention to the box that’d been plopped on his desk.

“You really brought me lunch?” He asked, snickering under his breath. “Well thanks, darlin’, I’ll have to make it up to ya somehow.” His usual sass was absolutely dripping from his words as he shot her a wink.

@thirum-stained​ ‘s call has been answered by: rk800 Connor.

|| 📔 + a page number and I’ll do a starter based on the first line of dialogue  || 33

“I don’t know where we were, but I ripped it off his arm and it went flying,” Connor’s tone was panicked, the LED on his temple flickering from yellow to a dangerously bright red. He shivered, body simulating all the tell tale signs of shock and fear in that moment. He reached up and held his head in his hands, curling into a ball where he sat, the synthetic skin on his hands retracting in his panicked state. 

“I...it was so dark! I couldn’t see what was around us. I-” he cut off, too many errors filling his HUD and causing his mind to blank aside from a dangerous beeping in his systems. His stress levels were high, dangerously high. 

“I’m so sorry, Eun.”

Connor’s eyes narrowed slightly at her, his head leaning to the side, much like a curious dog. His brown eyes flashed curiously, as well, leaning into the expression of marked innocence. The LED on his temple swirled, blue...yellow...blue again.

“Oh nooooo,” the sarcastic drip of his tone was as giddy as the snow was cold, his breath rising in plumes of steam from a soft laugh. Gavin rolled his eyes, leaning down to scoop up another handful of the fresh snow that coated the ground.