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foxedthecards · 4 days

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" Nnf? " Jonas blinked, making a tremendous effort to get the words to process through the jellysludge that was currently his brain. " 'S...Jonus? Is...uh...uhm...cann I...buya vowel f'r two hundrert in...numbers..." Oh god. Was he getting graded for this test?

" Th'dog...ate m'homework...uhm.. " he mumbled out finally and his gaze slid towards the numbers on his arm again. He pointed to them. Or well he managed to after several tries. " S...this year? " Well. He'd gotten one at least.

It took a while or well, whatever passed as a 'while' in the Grey Void. Hard to tell really, time worked funny here. By some miracle Jonas finally regained consciousness, although the second he did he would immediately regret it.

It was his faint pained whine that alerted Shade to Jonas finally making it back to the world of the living. The whine was shortly followed by a whispered " Ongod...d-did...I get...hit bya...bus..." as his eyes (or well the one eye not swollen shut) came open and stared stupidly at his forearm and the number written on it.

" Hahhhn...? " he managed after another moment. Might be a while yet before he was capable of a more in-depth conversation.

#foxedthecards #shade #jonas copperhart #((he's trying hey who knows maybe the last four digits of the number on his arm is correct))#((the year is Void))

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foxedthecards · 4 days

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Jonas blinked when the bird moved. Whoops. Lost already" Oh shit, "he squeaked in surprise. " You're not...stuffed or something you're real huh! " That bird sure had an intense stare. He turned his head slightly.

" You're some kind of...crow...raven? Yeah? I like birds. I really do, " he remarked. " I used to have a parakeet named Schmedrick but...I kinda got to the point that I couldn't take care of him. Ended up giving him to the guy that I rent pigeons from sometimes. He really deserved someone who'd take good care of him. " He paused.

" I'm sorry, " he said mournfully. Somehow the way the bird looked at him, he felt like he needed to offer an apology for being such a bad bird parent or something.

It's not certain when exactly the little redhead stepped in or how long he's been there but his gaze seems to be fixated on a full-length mirror in the corner. Not even in an admiring or studying the price sort of way. He's got the thousand yard stare of someone lost in a particularly vivid flashback. It's a bit unnerving.

James had kept an eye on the strange little man for a while, and when he was busy with another customer he sent Susan to watch him instead. After a while, and satisfied that the stranger wasn't appraising the piece, James decided it was time to approach.

"Excuse me, you seem a little perturbed. Can I help you?"

#foxedthecards #jonas copperhart #Susan #((We're gonna chat with Susan now cause that's how we roll))

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foxedthecards · 5 days

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" Oh uhm. Sure, " Jonas mumbled, reaching into his coat and producing the card. He sat there in silence musing over Artair's reply, his brow deeply furrowed. Finally he placed his chin in his hand.

" I mean well. I could complain about it until I'm blue in the face but...it doesn't change it, does it..." he said in a gloomy voice. " Besides... somebody somewhere probably has it worse. So not much use in complaining. I just live with it I guess. " He glanced up at Artair again, and his brows pinched together again briefly

" But oh heeyyyyy. Thanks for talking to me it does help! " he said, hasty to reassure lest Arthur feel like this whole conversation was a bewildering waste of breath. " Head feels way clearer now. Ready to take on the world again! "

Jonas looked at Artair. His expression screwed up in such an odd and distorted way it was hard to tell what exactly was going through that little red head of his. Then he snorted and laughed.

" I haven't been ok for a long time now, " he answered, his tone light in contrast to those rather grim words. " I'm like delirious with how very not Okay I am! But hell if I know when to stop and take a break. I came here to chase a promise of a gig because work's been slow right? But this uhhh...."

He stopped, thinking a minute again and his hands moved erratically as if trying to physically wind up the scattered threads of his thoughts again. " Right, right the other thing. The other job. In Vegas. Oh yeah. Oh fuck, the whole reason I'm here at the bus stop...god how could I fo..."

He grew very still, the sentence trailing off, his gaze turning inward a moment. Then his eyes flicked back towards Artair. A weary smile crossed his face.

" You know, I don't even remember who exactly I talked to about the job in Vegas or the details of that agreement. That's the way things are constantly for me. A gig I don't remember booking. People coming up to me that know me and I don't know them. Whole sections of my performances that I wish I *could* remember because it actually sounds like I did incredible for once instead of being a blustery clumsy mess. "

He looked down at the card. " God I *want* to remember the things that are important. Like meeting a kind stranger in a backwater town, having a conversation I can reflect on later and being able to know him again when I see him. But that's never a guarantee so the best I can do is have him write his name on a card, eh? "

He began idly flipping the card back and forth again. " This shit terrifies me, " he remarked. " Human connections and memories and all that stuff. It’s like a knife that I know is gonna cut me one day or-or a stranger in the mirror that's looking back at me..."

He fell into a deep silence and then made an irritated sort of wave around his face as if shooing off a fly. " You know once I get started I talk way too fuckin' much about myself so why don't we just stop it there..."

#jonas copperhart #artair #foxedthecards #city limits #((is he lying or telling the truth who knows maybe it's a bit of both at this point))#((at least Artair didn't go running off screaming in the night lol))

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foxedthecards · 5 days

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((It HE))

He can smile sometimes ^^

#artair kingston #artair #friend art #artists on tumblr #((I just wanna pat the face ever so gently))#((I love the colors here and his hair is so Fluff))

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foxedthecards · 7 days

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It took a while or well, whatever passed as a 'while' in the Grey Void. Hard to tell really, time worked funny here. By some miracle Jonas finally regained consciousness, although the second he did he would immediately regret it.

It was his faint pained whine that alerted Shade to Jonas finally making it back to the world of the living. The whine was shortly followed by a whispered " Ongod...d-did...I get...hit bya...bus..." as his eyes (or well the one eye not swollen shut) came open and stared stupidly at his forearm and the number written on it.

" Hahhhn...? " he managed after another moment. Might be a while yet before he was capable of a more in-depth conversation.

All the answer he got out of Jonas was a pathetic little whiffling noise out of the corner of his mouth. Well he was breathing at least. But that was probably a no. Might be best to just get his battered body somewhere safe and comfortable until consciousness returned properly.

Jonas what on *earth* had you gotten yourself into now...

#foxedthecards #jonas copperhart #((welcome to the Void Jonas enjoy your stay courtesy of your gracious host Shade))#((who I am sure has many many questions for you))

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foxedthecards · 7 days

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"*Mmm... just point me in the direction to dash I guess,*" he sighed, tapping his finger against his chin thoughtfully. He approached the door, studying it and then began to fiddle with the pins on the hinges.

"*How interesting. Quite a hefty door for the bathroom. In fact I think if you remove this pin...and then this pin...and give this door a good smack here...*"

He stepped back lightly as the whole door without warning swung crazily outwards and tilted, followed by the surprised roars of the gentleman on the other side finding themselves smacked by a rather heavy door.

"*Hup!*" He didn't have much weight behind the following jump onto the door but it did still serve to break the rest of the frame off and land it solidly onto the goons. Jonas ran up and over the door, landing lightly on the other side.

"*All yours!*" he called over his shoulder back to Willow. The main gunman, freeing himself from under the door staggered to his feet and snarled, " I'll fuckin' KILL you! " at Jonas, aimed and began shooting. His mates, confused and still struggling free followed suit. Gunshots rang out and the whole venue of tightly packed people began screaming and panicking, pressing for the nearest exits.

A small sigh escaped from Jonas as he took Willow's hand and allowed himself to be pulled up to a standing position. He immediately regretted it and just barely caught himself on the sink, clinging to it, his hand fumbling to turn the cold water on. This wasn’t going to work. This wasn’t going to work. He splashed his face, soaked it and looked up in the mirror staring at it. He couldn't even fucking see himself properly, blood throbbing in his ears, the light too bright, his stomach churning, his limbs weak and watery. This wasn’t going to wo...

The lights clicked out in Jonas's brain.

He was aware of standing there in pitch blackness, holding onto the sink for dear life, staring in the mirror and seeing himself staring back with calm yellow eyes.

*I'll handle this I suppose. Go to sleep.*

His reflection reached out through the mirror and with a resigned sigh, gave Jonas's forehead a flick right across his scar. Jonas closed his eyes and fell backwards as the darkness swallowed him up...

Outwardly what Willow witnessed was a brief moment in which Jonas started to collapse at the sink, closed his eyes and then without warning jerked them open again, straightened up and gripped the sides of the sink. His hand pressed against his wrist, taking his pulse for a few minutes, he rubbed his face, examined it closely for a moment and then nodded. His whole demeanor seemed different more than a simple splash of cold water ought to do.

"*If I were to guess, I'd say those drinks had been drugged...Bit of a idiotic thing to do, just down them like that but looks like the worst of it has worn off*" he remarked. "*Although I'm not sure what you expect me to do aside from possibly puking on those men but I think I can keep pace for a bit now. What did you have in mind?*"

Yellow eyes turned their gaze towards Willow.

#foxedthecards #cyber core - Willow #((let the chaos commence))

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foxedthecards · 9 days

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Reunion after (physical) trauma prompts

tws apply: grief/fear for someone’s life, mention of injuries, unconsciousness, hospitals, comas, mention of involuntary drugging. that’s the general vibe.

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“Theeeere you are. Hi. Welcome back.”

“Breathe. Hi, we found you, just breathe for me, okay?”

“This is going to hurt, but it will help you.”

“You’re safe. [Name], can you hear me? They’re here to help you, you need to let them help you.”

“I found them, they’re over here!”

“Does anyone have medical training?”

“N.. no, no, no, no, hey. [Name]? Hi, I’ve got you.”

“You can sleep, [name]. It’s over.”

“I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“You were in an induced coma. Your body went through a lot.”

“I wasn’t –… Your doctors weren’t sure you’d wake up.”

“[Name]? Was that - did you squeeze my hand?”

“It’s okay. It’s meant to be there, it’s helping you breathe.”

“Can you hear me?”

“You.. you were so close to dying. I was scared.”

ACTIONS

[ GATHER ] for sender to gather receiver’s (unconscious) body into their arms, in the style of no no no not them.

[ STARING ] for sender to find receiver sitting alone staring at a wall, covered in blood, and to touch their arm.

[ WAITING ] for sender to be waiting at receiver’s hospital bedside when receiver finally comes out of a coma, or wakes from surgery.

[ STEADY ] for sender to catch or steady receiver when receiver tries to stand up too early or to push their body past what it’s ready for

[ TEARS ] for receiver to find tears on sender’s face, when they’re finally reunited (either immediately after the trauma, or waking up in a hospital), because sender thought receiver was dead or dying

[ GRIEF ] for receiver to wake up just as sender is saying goodbye, because the doctors told them to. feel free to specify what they might be saying. do not judge me, this is going in the meme

[ LETTER ] for sender to find a last letter, video, text, etc that receiver made for them, thinking they wouldn’t make it out of the situation alive. Obviously receiver does make it out alive, but the letter/video still exists (and receiver will detail what’s in it).

[ FIGHT ] for receiving muse to not recognize sender or medical staff trying to help them, due to being drugged or otherwise disoriented – so they fight.

#rp memes #((look I'm a sucker for shit like this what can I say))

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foxedthecards · 9 days

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All the answer he got out of Jonas was a pathetic little whiffling noise out of the corner of his mouth. Well he was breathing at least. But that was probably a no. Might be best to just get his battered body somewhere safe and comfortable until consciousness returned properly.

Jonas what on *earth* had you gotten yourself into now...

It was at this point that he finally grudgingly admitted this was probably all pointless. He'd already wasted too much time, the perpetrator no doubt had scuttled away somewhere safe by now, Jonas's body was effectively useless until he'd gotten it into better shape and besides which the state they both were in now, Mr. Fox realized he was also losing his tenuous grip on the steering wheel so to speak. Ugh. So...he needed to rest as well.

His best hope then was to lay low for now, recuperate and plan. Hm. Perhaps the giant could be of some use after all?

" Not a...hospital. Some place safe. For now..." he said haltingly as he rolled up the tattered sleeve of his arm, touched his bleeding head and wrote numbers on his arm with his own blood before showing Shade. " That number. Memorize it. Call it yourself. Or...tell him when he wakes up. Tell me. I mean. That's all you need..."

His eyes fluttered, the gold in them fading rapidly. " ...You...need...do..."

Then they focused for a brief second, brown as always, staring up at him.

"...Sh-shade? "

He fell forward, gentle as a feather, in Shade's open hand.

#foxedthecards #shade #jonas copperhart

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foxedthecards · 9 days

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A small sigh escaped from Jonas as he took Willow's hand and allowed himself to be pulled up to a standing position. He immediately regretted it and just barely caught himself on the sink, clinging to it, his hand fumbling to turn the cold water on. This wasn’t going to work. This wasn’t going to work. He splashed his face, soaked it and looked up in the mirror staring at it. He couldn't even fucking see himself properly, blood throbbing in his ears, the light too bright, his stomach churning, his limbs weak and watery. This wasn’t going to wo...

The lights clicked out in Jonas's brain.

He was aware of standing there in pitch blackness, holding onto the sink for dear life, staring in the mirror and seeing himself staring back with calm yellow eyes.

*I'll handle this I suppose. Go to sleep.*

His reflection reached out through the mirror and with a resigned sigh, gave Jonas's forehead a flick right across his scar. Jonas closed his eyes and fell backwards as the darkness swallowed him up...

Outwardly what Willow witnessed was a brief moment in which Jonas started to collapse at the sink, closed his eyes and then without warning jerked them open again, straightened up and gripped the sides of the sink. His hand pressed against his wrist, taking his pulse for a few minutes, he rubbed his face, examined it closely for a moment and then nodded. His whole demeanor seemed different more than a simple splash of cold water ought to do.

"*If I were to guess, I'd say those drinks had been drugged...Bit of a idiotic thing to do, just down them like that but looks like the worst of it has worn off*" he remarked. "*Although I'm not sure what you expect me to do aside from possibly puking on those men but I think I can keep pace for a bit now. What did you have in mind?*"

Yellow eyes turned their gaze towards Willow.

Jonas's response of course was delayed a bit on account of having stumbled off to be miserably sick for a bit. He finally burbled out " 'nyes..." before slumping back against the tiles, blinking rapidly up at the flickering florescent light.

" S'my...name..." he added. " Jonus...I-I dunno I jus'...know tha's...tha's...uhhhh...uhhhhh" God, he knew the guy but letters danced merrily around his addled brain, never forming a coherent name. " Heeee...kills f'r...a...livin' " he finally mumbled lamely, pulling his legs up and placing his head in his hands before it decided to roll off somewhere. " I'm in...th' shit. Th' shitter...Are we inna...bathroom? I can'think..." Clearly he wasn't going to be very useful for getting information at this point.

#foxedthecards #cyber core - Willow #mr. fox #(( :) ))