forum Squeaky Wheels // Solo RP // Mature // @BitterEmiGrayTea (Emi)

Started December 28, 2018 by Deleted user

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Yeah I stole Kat’s idea. Mainly cus I’d like feedback on my proper “book writing” style and my wonderful Universe and characters.

You may stalk and perhaps offer plot point ideas, and ask me for my lore points if you are ever so intrigued. But my Universe will be painted out in this RP.

A small warning: I write very little. It is how I was taught in school. Unless it is a description, I keep my replies short and sweet. Even in my book writing. So I will be posting as often as I feel fit, if people are following this. And I will be primarily writing from my school iPad, so there will be a mispelled “he” or “him” etc. on occasion.

Welp! I will start soon!

Silence.

His eyes were closed. His tired, heavy lidded eyes were finally shut after weeks of uninterrupted work. His body ached. He bled on the floor, his head lolling. Blood oozed from his pale, shaking lips. The sharp crimson from his body stained his delicately soft but creased skin. It was perfect. It was cold.

So cold. He felt his hands shaking at his sides. His worn hands. He had given so much to those around him from the appendages laying around him.

He shifted down the wall, leaving a large mark of blood on the concrete wall. He couldn’t scream any more. It was just all a blind blurr of pain.

What was that? It was a sound that filled the warehouse past his pathetic gasps of pain and trembles from his body as it tried to get him to scream out for someone. Anyone.

It was footsteps. It was the kind of footstep that you would not like to hear. Like fancy dress-shoes on fancy tiles in a fancy white Palace.

This woke him. He opened his eyes. They were dull yet sharp. Icy blue and hooded in pain.

“Pl-please,” He croaked out at the footsteps, trying to turn his head in that direction. “Help.” His voice came out in a whisper as he felt his body slowly leaning to the left. It would be so cold if he fell. So cold. So much pain if he did. He tried to move his arms to help his fall, but they remained useless and limp.

He fell to his side with a weak, trembling scream of pain, having fallen right upon a wound in his side. His whole left side felt like one big ache. One big scab that was just there to inconvenience and make him suffer the slow death his attacker wanted.

The footsteps stopped.

I opened my eyes to a softly lit room. An IV drip plunked tiny water droplets of what looked like plain water into a puddle suspended in the bag. It trialed down to my arm, which was covered in neatly stitched up wounds and half-healed ones. I turned my head slowly. My head ached. It felt stiff and I could hardly move it. I tried to stir in my pain, but something held me back. Perhaps it was my stiff body?

I frowned. That didn’t sound right. I could feel everything like I had just received the wounds. How come I couldn’t move?

I wiggled again. The heart monitor at my other side picked up speed, finally.

The shutters on the far window were closed. I could not see my lanky form, no matter how much I would want to. I was tempted to open them myself. But I was unsure. I shook myself out and slowly turned my head around. A small clipboard lie on the little table next to my bed. I rose my hand and arm (with much protest) and grabbed it. When I made the grabbing motion, my hand began to shake violently. I let the clipboard slip from my fingers and with a soft plap on the plastic-y table. The room was quiet and quaint. There was no one sharing it with me, as I have seen often in hospitals, but I had my own room. How irritating. I must be in the ER. As if anyone would truly care.

I droned my eyes around to try and distract myself from my negative thoughts. My bloodied, tattered dress shirt and pants lie pathetically on a chair nearby. My tie, a precious green-turquoise color with soft black stripes, was gone. Probably stolen or destroyed. Perhaps being kept as a keepsake of my attacker’s victory. I was and still am very important, after all. I tried to relax again with a faint groan, squeezing my eyes shut, the only part of my body that hardlg ached when I moved.

The door opened near the right side of the room. I kept my eyes closed, perhaps it was just a nurse.
It was not a nurse, as I had just found out, but it was a very heavy-footed man. I could tell this much because of the heavy cloks I received when they walked over to my bedside.

“Why is he suspended to the bed?” The man asked softly. I recognized his voice immediately. It was a co-worker of mine. He tailed me everywhere, even in the security of my own home, when I went there. His code-name was Rezi.

“Because he moved quite a lot when he was passed out,” answered a nurse softly. She picked up my clipboard and started to write something on it. “That is, now that he isn’t vegetative anymore, I can take these off.”

“Vegetative?” Rezi repeated softly, furrowing his brow. “I thought he was in a medically induced coma!”
I suppose that would make sense. A coma. I was thst hurt, I surmised to myself. Vegetative makes no sense, though. There’s no way I can prove it, unfortunately. I’ll have to take the nurse’s word.

“No, sir,” The nurse answered softly. “That’s why he’s been here so long, dearest. The reason he was stuck here for two years.”

“Two years?!” I burst out, my eyes flying open.

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Rezi jumped at my reaction, seriously startled by it, despite the fact that he was told I was awake. The nurse didn’t seem all that frightened.

“Yes, Mr. Whembrooke. You have been in a vegetative state for two years. Almost three.” The nurse smiled warmly at me and pawed some of my slate black hair out of my face. “There you are, dear. That crazy hair must get on your nerves.” She laughed softly.

I wanted to shake the nurse off of my hair, but in all honesty it was irritating me. Mainly because I couldn’t move it myself.
“B-but.. two years. What’s happened in that time frame?” I asked spastically, looking at Rezi desperately.

“Nothing, nothing at all, sir! We all had to take up extra shifts in the PDK but that’s all. You’ll be able to settle back in soon!” Rezi smiled warmly at me, waving his hands. “Calm down. You worry so much!”

I glared at him. Despite the angry aches in my body, I still managed to narrow my icy blue eyes at him with a steeled head.
“Do not tell me to calm down! A lot could’ve happened in two years.” I looked at the nurse, huffing.
“When will you let me go from these? They are making me feel extremely uncomfortable and I would appreciate it if you released me from them.”

The nurse giggled softly and waved her hand. “So formal, yet so passive-aggressive. I love it.” She grinned at Rezi. “He must be a ride to work with.” Back to me.
“I’ll release you from them right now, darling.” She scurried to my feet and started untying the classic leather braces.
“There you are,” She finally announced, smiling as she set them aside.

I sat up slowly, groaning softly as my limbs got used to the new freedom. I relaxed into the pillow again, so the small of my back was pressed into it.
“Damn… this hurts,” I hissed more to myself than the others. Whatever had happened, it certainly did a number on my ancient self.

The nurse set her hands on my skinny arm. Her touch made the wound she was resting on warm snd tingly.
“I know it does, my dear. But if you’d like, I can get you some painkillers?”

I shook my head. “I cannot take any of those. I am much too old. Much too powerful for this body. I think some stretches will help when I rise from bed.” I put my hand on hers and gently removed it. “Thank you for offering.”

The nurse smiled and shuffled back. “I respect that, my dear. Would you like help getting up? Perhaps a pointing finger how oncwhat stretches to do so you don’t reopen your wounds?”

I shook my head, polietly denying her offers. “Though, I do have a question,” I said softly, tilting my head. “How come my wounds are not healed yet? It has been two years, after all.”

The nurse put her hands together, sighing to herself, “I knew he’d ask that question. The others told me he would not.” She shook her head. “I apologize. But someone of spectacular Magic seems to have attacked you. The wounds will not heal completely. Unless a God themself comes down and touches you with their Magic.”

I looked down at my wounded hands. With all of the wounds on them, I could see the red insides of my hands. There was hardly a patch of skin on them. I swallowed down a sob. I felt sick; I felt weak; and most of all I felt vulnerable. They had taken away the security of my job.

Rezi put a hand on my shoulder. “It’s not all that badd boss,” He tried to console me, but it didn’t work. It was bad. I wouldn’t be able to write, let alone hold a gun or even touch someone. I was devastated.

I sighed softly, shutting my eyes and set my hands down. “A miracle. That’s what it takes?”

The nurse smiled a bit. “Yessir. Unfortunately, it is obviously a miracle, and highly unlikely to happen. But there are a ton of ways you can deal with it. You just—“

“I don’t want or need a way to live.” I looked up from my hands and looked up at the nurse, then to Rezi. Resi looked frightened for me. The poor nurse looked confused.

Rezi swallowed nervously. He looked afraid for me. Extremely afraid. He always knew how to hold his emotions, and in all honesty he did it well. To see that look in his eyes…
“Boss, please don’t talk like that,” Rezi finally whispered to me. “We need you….”

I sighed and looked away. I didn’t believe him, but I said this anyway, “Thanks Rezi. You two can go. I want to take a shower and sleep.”

The nurse smiled. “Of course, dear. Would you like something to eat?” She scuttled around the bed, gently taking out my IV.

I gasped gently when she went to rub the tiny prick away and I gave another when pain trickled around in my shoulders, the area I rubbed against the bed. A rush of frustration forced my gaze to grow hazy and thundered in my ears. These fucking wounds were going to kill me eventually.

The nurse reached out and grabbed my arm gently. “Mr. Whembrooke? Are you okay?” I turned to look at her when she spoke. I sighed.

“Yes. Call me M, please. My wounds just hurt.” I looked away again, shutting my eyes. “Please continue.”

The nurse nodded and gently ran her thumb over the now barely bleeding prick. I twitched under her as she brushed a wound right nearby. I was so so weak. Maybe I wasn’t in theory, but in my mind I absolutely was.

Rezi seemed unsure as what to say. “Si-sir… um, Wings wanted to see you.” It was obvious he was just trying to piece something together to get my mind off of the subject that I won’t be able to shake someone’s hand, let alone write or hold a gun.

“Wings?” I asked softly, looking up at Rezi. “Could you let him in?” I did have a word to have with my butler, even after two years. He was a sarcastic bitch but Wings was an alright friend to me.

Rezi nodded and strode across the room, grabbing open the door and calling someone in. The man who walked in was rather tall and skinny. He was dressed lavishly in a white tailcoat, tie, gloves, pants, and dress shoes, and he seemed to shine, the outfit was so neat and clean. His light brown hair was tousled out of his face and slicked back neatly, revealing a particularly sharp nose. His eyes were hooded and drooped and they were a mismatched gray color.

He bowed to me, setting his hands over his chest in respect. “Hello, Sir,” He said softly, straightening up to his perfect posture.

I turned to look at my butler, a soft smile lighting my face. “Hello Wings. You did not need to visit me in such a neat costume.”

Wings shook himself out and inhaled sharply. “It is not a problem, dear sir. What do you plan on doing next, may I ask? I suggest you try and find this person.”

I sighed softly. “What’s the point of doing that? It is absolutely useless. If I do find them, they will just sieze control of me once more.” I glanced over at the nurse and Rezi.
“I’d like to be left alone with Wings. I have to speak with him privately.”

The nurse nodded, grabbed Rezi by the ear and pulled him out. Reai protested sharply, waving his arms around child-like.

I frowned. “Please, Wings. Sit down.” I put my hands together nervously as the other man crossed the room in a couple long strides and sat, his eyes searching my face. I was careful to hide my emotions from him.

My butler sat before me, his incongruous gray eyes searching my face. Damn. He’ll figure me out in a moment if I let him. I looked away from him, inhaling softly as I thought about what to say to him.

“How are you doing, Wings?” I asked finally, staring at the wall. I wanted to stall him. But I did truly care about how he was doing these past two years. He was a troubled man and had a lot of things going on. Or… he did.

“I am doing fine, Sir,” Was his husky response, his eyes now searching my profile. “How are you doing? I have been here every day, awaitng your awakening.”

I glanced at the other man once. I had the odd feeling that this was a mistake. Was he already on to me?
“I have been better. And thank you for your loyalty. You did not have to do such a thing for me.”

Wings dipped his head, his nose brushing his hands. “It is my honor. I am bound to you by my person’s loyalty and I will stay in such a way. And it is good to hear that. I am personally glad that you are awake.”

I smiled a bit and looked away from him again. He knee certainly how to flatter someone. The room fell silent around us, though the atmosphere wasn’t awkward. It was warm and glad from Wings’ side.

“So…” I finally mused, ready to ask a question I had been turning over in my head the moment I opened my eyes.
“Did you find the person who did this to me?”

It was Wings’ turn to look away. “No. We did not. And it is most unlikely we will. We arrived too early to trace the magic from your wounds to a person, but we know they are a Path Reader.”

I sighed heavily. Path Readers were so exceptionally rare I hadn’t thought of one. A Path reader was a fellow who could take a look down someone’s “Path” or , their future. It is called a Path mainly because the Reader has to guess which way they will be taking. It’s like walking through a forest of futures, in one entire person.

People like that are absolutely fucked up.