not danny trejo 【нarrιѕon wellѕ】 (
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Entry tags:
- dangan ronpa: mikan tsumiki,
- estancia: kay,
- legends of tomorrow: ray palmer,
- life is strange: chloe price,
- teen wolf: lydia martin,
- the flash: barry allen,
- the flash: caitlin snow,
- the flash: harrison wells,
- the flash: iris west,
- the originals: freya mikaelson,
- the vampire diaries: camille o'connell,
- the vampire diaries: elena gilbert,
- undertale: sans,
- zombies run: simon lauchlan
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[ Some people, when they first come to a brand new place, like to introduce themselves. They maybe get to know people, socialize and make friends or at least make nice with those who have been around longer — you know, that sort of thing.
And then there's this guy. ]
Tell me you have a clinic here.
Or a bar.
I'm not picky at the moment.
[ There's a newcomer wandering the halls of the mansion today, the brim of his baseball cap tipped low, body language cagey at best. He's doing his best to keep his head down and his hands firmly in his coat pockets — except for when he's got his device out and is tapping out messages to post to the network rapidly. It isn't long before he comes to a stop at the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor, lifting a hand to rub at his temple idly as he lowers himself down to sit for a moment.
He seems tired — exasperated, almost, but run down more than anything else. And if he happens to bear a resemblence to another recent arrival, well. That's probably entirely coincidental. Probably. ]
And then there's this guy. ]
Tell me you have a clinic here.
Or a bar.
I'm not picky at the moment.
[ There's a newcomer wandering the halls of the mansion today, the brim of his baseball cap tipped low, body language cagey at best. He's doing his best to keep his head down and his hands firmly in his coat pockets — except for when he's got his device out and is tapping out messages to post to the network rapidly. It isn't long before he comes to a stop at the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor, lifting a hand to rub at his temple idly as he lowers himself down to sit for a moment.
He seems tired — exasperated, almost, but run down more than anything else. And if he happens to bear a resemblence to another recent arrival, well. That's probably entirely coincidental. Probably. ]
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Bar's on the fifth floor.
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Are you injured?
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Not really
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she steps out of her room with a tote bag over her shoulder. she carries her laptop around more than usual these days, and it serves her well. the coffee shop downstairs isn't jitters, but it serves good coffee, and it's where she plans to hunker down and keep working when — when.
iris hasn't seen eobard thawne face-to-face. the video conversation he had with barry was more than enough for her. while she had worked through all of her issues with That Face, seeing and hearing eobard again has brought it all back. there's no wheelchair in sight, but does she dare hope?
resolutely, never one to let fear rule her when it matters most, she begins to approach him. if he calls her 'west', then she'll know. ]
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Do you mind—
[ — that he might actually know the person in question. Harrison stops short, staring over at her. West. Iris West. Should she even be walking around in her state? They'd said it looked worse than it actually was, that she'd be fine, but there's fine and then there's on your feet in a matter of hours. His voice catches in his throat and he pales just a bit, confusion coloring his face. It takes Harrison a moment or two to collect himself, though he's still staring up and over at her, beyond perplexed at this point. ]
West?
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You're in luck, we have both! Clinic's down in the first floor, bar's on the fifth. Although if you're needing the clinic, I'd suggest getting that out of the way first. Alcohol only fixes so much about this place.
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But. Good to know
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[ wells may have seen a yellow streak over wonderland, climbing the side of the building, disappearing in a blink of an eye, circling trees and drawing figure eights with kinetic lightning. that's barry, scoping out wonderland, refusing to give up that there's a way home — or a croquet game being played in secret, where his invitation has gotten lost in the mail (again). ]
[ he's already seen the responses to this question, and so he opts not to repeat the rather boring answer of yes. ]
I have a cupcake.
[ he'll find attached the following image: CUPCAKE.JPG ]
[ how cool is wonderland magic? barry gets to eat himself! sort of. (and also possibly tell a shadow of a doppelgänger he suspects is here that he's not alone. the coolest thing about being the fastest man alive? you see people. the worst thing about being the fastest man alive? the brakes suck and he's pretty sure he saw wells when he shouldn't be here.) ]
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Really, Allen?
A cupcake is what you're bringing to the table?
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Hey-- is everything OK, here? Do you need help?
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Cautiously, he glances around, trying to find a source. When he speaks, it's slow and rough, though possibly vaguely familiar on some level. ]
I'm fine.
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Sounds kinda stupid, I know. But hey, those closets are probably the best things in the place.
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