“Candy,” Google Image search by Rob Walker, October 13, 2012
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Of guns and memories -closed RP-
Christopher looks up to Kara with a faint glimmer of hope.
“W-when…? Where…?”
He paused as he saw the arrowhead necklace again. Christopher flinched a bit because of a sudden headache and quickly sent a hand to rub his temples.
“… Gift…? From whom…?”
Heh, it was from me actually. But I can’t remember exactly…it’s been about a year or two and my memory has never been the same since I had an amnesia curse. I think it was around that time you came and stayed over at the RED base in Dustbowl.
*Kara sighed closing her eyes as she sat the necklace on the bed side and weakly tugged open the drawer with his scarf*
You used to hope around and travel for work, when you where low on food and needed a place to crash for a day or two you’d come over to my station.
“I don’t remem- ow!”
The headache was getting worse and some memories start to clear.
“When did…? How…?”
All was slowly becoming clear now. But mostly he can’t remember clearly but he can remember who Kara is and the necklace is from.
“…. Kara…? I… I’m… I remember but…”
He was forced to kneel down due to his headache painfully shooting up. He tried not to scream out the pain and he bit his lips so hard that it bled.*The sniper grew worried and stood a bit wobbly to get closer to him and hug him carefully since her ribs were still busted yet tried to calm him *
Easy Chris… easy… you’re over thinking will make it worse
Memories start to clear and surge through out the edges of Christopher’s mind, making his brain process more that it should be, thus making his entire system overload. Under the chaos, Christopher felt something… calm and welcoming. The pain slowly goes away as he heard Kara’s voice and felt her hug.
After some minutes, Christopher finally calmed down and returned the hug to Kara while being careful enough to avoid getting her injuries worse.
“… Thank you.”
Of guns and memories -closed RP-
Christopher looks up to Kara with a faint glimmer of hope.
“W-when…? Where…?”
He paused as he saw the arrowhead necklace again. Christopher flinched a bit because of a sudden headache and quickly sent a hand to rub his temples.
“… Gift…? From whom…?”
Heh, it was from me actually. But I can’t remember exactly…it’s been about a year or two and my memory has never been the same since I had an amnesia curse. I think it was around that time you came and stayed over at the RED base in Dustbowl.
*Kara sighed closing her eyes as she sat the necklace on the bed side and weakly tugged open the drawer with his scarf*
You used to hope around and travel for work, when you where low on food and needed a place to crash for a day or two you’d come over to my station.
“I don’t remem- ow!”
The headache was getting worse and some memories start to clear.
“When did…? How…?”
All was slowly becoming clear now. But mostly he can’t remember clearly but he can remember who Kara is and the necklace is from.
“…. Kara…? I… I’m… I remember but…”
He was forced to kneel down due to his headache painfully shooting up. He tried not to scream out the pain and he bit his lips so hard that it bled.
(via Probably The Best Pumpkin Carvings You Will Ever See - Enpundit)
Of guns and memories -closed RP-
Christopher smiled while he carefully and harmoniously plucked away the string of his old guitar. If you can see him play, you can tell that he’s really enjoying playing.
After the small performance, he started to sing.
“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear Kara~~ Happy birthday to you~~”
Christopher simply put the guitar on the floor and waited for a response from Kara.
*The sniper chuckled lightly with a sigh, looking at the other with a half grin and rolled over slightly onto her back, pillow still in tow.*
Thanks much… that was really nice to hear,even if you did kick the shit out of me more then I did you.
*She chuckled again with a sigh and rubbing an eye with a wince, wondering what to do exactly*
“Hahaha! Yeah. Sorry about that. What happens in the battlefield, stays in the battlefield. Well… At least for me.”
Christopher looked at the slice of cake placed on Kara’s end table.
“So you don’t like Strawberry Shortcakes then?”
Kinda hard to keep things on field when it follows you home.
*She smirks lightly meaning her injuries that aren’t able to be treated nor will let any other medic touch her after a few unfortunate events that sent her to respawn when she was perfectly healthy… well except that one time her arm was out of action. Though the other sniper was just an addition. The women then glared at him in a pout at seemingly being teased*
YOU try eating and drinking when you wont be able to stomach it. As much as i would love to eat some I just can’t
Christopher laughed a small laugh and smiled.
“I’ll take your share then.”
Christopher casually took the piece of cake and bit a small part. After some small bites, he let down the cake.
“You know. To tell you the truth. I was wondering.. Did we meet somewhere before? I feel like I know you very well but, my mind can’t remember anything since I got to the hospital. That necklace… I swore I saw that same necklace bef-“
The GRA sniper paused.
“… You must think I’m crazy.”
Christopher bowed his head low.
“… I’m sorry. It’s just…”
The sniper sniffled and looked at Kara.
“I don’t know… I feel confused… I want to know everything… My past… My colleagues… You… That necklace… All seem to be special… But I don’t know why…”
He started to cry silently from the inside. Like a child who was abandoned by his parents and leaving no reason why. A tear rolls on Christopher’s right cheek. The sniper immediately wiped that tear off and smiled childishly.
“I’m sorry… I’m.. *sniffle* I’m sorry…”
No I don’t mind it…
*Kara sighed closing her eyes for a bit until he spoke then looked to her neck in question. She raised a brow slightly with the blind eye, wondering if he DID still have memory but it was stuck in a ‘hidden file’ to the back of his mind if he felt that way. At seeing him trying start crying she struggled to sit up, wincing at the change of elevation and light, sit on the edge. Trying even more so she was going to be gentle about this as a hand came to his shoulder and gripped it*
No, you’re not crazy. *Thinks: Hell you look like a kitten compared to me with a mental breakdown*
I’ll be clear but… yeah… we have met before. A LONG time ago…
*She tried to smile but it came out a bit strained but reached behind and unclipped the arrowhead from around her neck and dangled it in front of him. Kara wasn’t going to cry much or force herself not*
This was a gift to you…it was returned to me as a safe keep.
Christopher looks up to Kara with a faint glimmer of hope.
“W-when…? Where…?”
He paused as he saw the arrowhead necklace again. Christopher flinched a bit because of a sudden headache and quickly sent a hand to rub his temples.
“… Gift…? From whom…?”
(Source: mrv3000)
Of guns and memories -closed RP-
Christopher smiled while he carefully and harmoniously plucked away the string of his old guitar. If you can see him play, you can tell that he’s really enjoying playing.
After the small performance, he started to sing.
“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear Kara~~ Happy birthday to you~~”
Christopher simply put the guitar on the floor and waited for a response from Kara.
*The sniper chuckled lightly with a sigh, looking at the other with a half grin and rolled over slightly onto her back, pillow still in tow.*
Thanks much… that was really nice to hear,even if you did kick the shit out of me more then I did you.
*She chuckled again with a sigh and rubbing an eye with a wince, wondering what to do exactly*
“Hahaha! Yeah. Sorry about that. What happens in the battlefield, stays in the battlefield. Well… At least for me.”
Christopher looked at the slice of cake placed on Kara’s end table.
“So you don’t like Strawberry Shortcakes then?”
Kinda hard to keep things on field when it follows you home.
*She smirks lightly meaning her injuries that aren’t able to be treated nor will let any other medic touch her after a few unfortunate events that sent her to respawn when she was perfectly healthy… well except that one time her arm was out of action. Though the other sniper was just an addition. The women then glared at him in a pout at seemingly being teased*
YOU try eating and drinking when you wont be able to stomach it. As much as i would love to eat some I just can’t
Christopher laughed a small laugh and smiled.
“I’ll take your share then.”
Christopher casually took the piece of cake and bit a small part. After some small bites, he let down the cake.
“You know. To tell you the truth. I was wondering.. Did we meet somewhere before? I feel like I know you very well but, my mind can’t remember anything since I got to the hospital. That necklace… I swore I saw that same necklace bef-“
The GRA sniper paused.
“… You must think I’m crazy.”
Christopher bowed his head low.
“… I’m sorry. It’s just…”
The sniper sniffled and looked at Kara.
“I don’t know… I feel confused… I want to know everything… My past… My colleagues… You… That necklace… All seem to be special… But I don’t know why…”
He started to cry silently from the inside. Like a child who was abandoned by his parents and leaving no reason why. A tear rolls on Christopher’s right cheek. The sniper immediately wiped that tear off and smiled childishly.
“I’m sorry… I’m.. *sniffle* I’m sorry…”
Of guns and memories -closed RP-
Christopher smiled while he carefully and harmoniously plucked away the string of his old guitar. If you can see him play, you can tell that he’s really enjoying playing.
After the small performance, he started to sing.
“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear Kara~~ Happy birthday to you~~”
Christopher simply put the guitar on the floor and waited for a response from Kara.
*The sniper chuckled lightly with a sigh, looking at the other with a half grin and rolled over slightly onto her back, pillow still in tow.*
Thanks much… that was really nice to hear,even if you did kick the shit out of me more then I did you.
*She chuckled again with a sigh and rubbing an eye with a wince, wondering what to do exactly*
“Hahaha! Yeah. Sorry about that. What happens in the battlefield, stays in the battlefield. Well… At least for me.”
Christopher looked at the slice of cake placed on Kara’s end table.
“So you don’t like Strawberry Shortcakes then?”
Of guns and memories -closed RP-
As soon as the party dispenser is set up and confetti are thrown everywhere, Christopher grabbed two ice-cold bottles of beer and went outside to go to PUR base. Inside, Christopher went to the receptionist area and asked for…
“Is Kara Isaac available?”
The receptionist simply nodded and gave him Kara’s room number. She also tipped that it’s Kara’s birthday today which made Chris pause for a bit.
“Oh let me get stuffs then.”
Christopher went out and grabbed a tool box and his guitar and went back to PUR base. This time, he went straight to Kara’s assigned room and knocked.
“Miss Kara?”
*The sniper groaned a bit, not knowing who would come to her door at this time. The bed creaked as she rolled away from the door, the uniform not even had been bothered to be changed and she didn’t check the voice as the pillow was taken then smashed over her head with a sigh.*
It’s open…
Christopher shuffled a bit, deciding on what to bring down first, the guitar or the tool box. He sighed and let down the tool box then opened the door and quickly grabbed the tool box and headed in and neatly closed the door before it even hit something.
“It’s me. Christopher Clarke.”
Christopher gulped and let down the tool box and guitar.
“I know we just met but I just dropped by to see how you holding up and to greet you a happy birthday. Also I have cake.”
Christopher opened the tool box and slowly placed a modified party dispenser. This one serves cake and various ice cold beverages compared to its old bother who only dispenses Beer.
“I’m sorry about what happened to you. I didn’t mean to do it roughly really. Its just… It’s part or my job. I hope you respect that.”
Christopher said while he sets up the portable, self-assembling/disassembling partu dispenser.
We’re killers… it’s what we do…
*The cover lifted slightly as her upper half rolled over to peek at him, the one visible eye was blood shot and the headache got worse at her mental ramblings. Just as she thought, he didn’t remember her at all, but still acted EXACTLY the same as the last time she saw him. Her brow rose at him telling her it was her birthday. Truthfully the sniper forgotten with work as all, and it hadn’t been celebrated in years at her own choice. How in hell he knew was a mystery to her. The one working eye looked over the stuff he brought and didn’t feel like getting up and eating or drink anything at the moment.*
Thanks but… i wont be able to stomach any of what you brought…
*She turns, burying her face back into the pillow with another softer groan on pain and the annoyance of it*
As soon as the dispense is finished, Christopher got a slice of cake and a bottle of water and put it on the end table near Kara’s bed. He soon looked around for a stool and placed it near Kara’s bed.
“Well. Mind if I play a little tune for you? Something to make you feel better somehow.”
Christopher grabbed his old acoustic guitar from his case and sat on the stool.
I-I guess… *She muttered lightly, leaving an ear out to listen but block out the light that was beginning to hurt her eyes, mostly the blind one. The women listened, cracking a smile to herself, though it wouldn’t help the migraine that wouldn’t want to let up it felt nice and calming*
Christopher smiled while he carefully and harmoniously plucked away the string of his old guitar. If you can see him play, you can tell that he’s really enjoying playing.
After the small performance, he started to sing.
“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear Kara~~ Happy birthday to you~~”
Christopher simply put the guitar on the floor and waited for a response from Kara.
Seriously, I’d fuck the suits. That’s not even a joke.
Fun fact: If you are male and under the age of fifty and wearing one of these outfits, I will willingly have sex with you. Not even sure you need to be male.
Completely sure that you don’t need to be male.
#if my boyfriend turned up to my house wearing any one of these he wouldnt be wearing it for long #sweet jesus
Fucking hell yes
If someone showed up at my house wearing one of these they wouldn’t be wearing it for long, or ever again, because I would take it off of them so that I could wear it.
(Source: ihyperbolize)
