Alfie Solomons (
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[log] I JUST DIIIIIED IN YOUR ARMS TONIIIIIIGHT [closed]
Characters: Alfie Solomons, Emily Kaldwin, Fiona, Royce Melborn
Location building 41
Date: evening of 157 through morning of 158
Summary: Alfie bleeds to death in the blood house, for maximum Snowhell fun
Warnings: graphic injury, death and dying
Step into the only remaining room in this house and you'll be in for a shock--at first blush, it looks like you've stepped into a room that has blood all over the floor and walls. Look closer, though, and it's actually paint. This was once an artist's studio, judging by the canvases stacked up in the corner. It seems like there were paintings on the canvases once, but now they're muddy or blacked out entirely by thick paint. Some of the paint on the walls has been scraped away, revealing yet more paint. Some of the canvases have had their paint scraped off, or have been taken apart entirely.
Location building 41
Date: evening of 157 through morning of 158
Summary: Alfie bleeds to death in the blood house, for maximum Snowhell fun
Warnings: graphic injury, death and dying
Step into the only remaining room in this house and you'll be in for a shock--at first blush, it looks like you've stepped into a room that has blood all over the floor and walls. Look closer, though, and it's actually paint. This was once an artist's studio, judging by the canvases stacked up in the corner. It seems like there were paintings on the canvases once, but now they're muddy or blacked out entirely by thick paint. Some of the paint on the walls has been scraped away, revealing yet more paint. Some of the canvases have had their paint scraped off, or have been taken apart entirely.
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Leave it in, leave it in--!
[He's no doctor, but he knows if they pull the wood out right away, it'll be hard to staunch the blood flow. They need to prepare something else to plug the wound first.]
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The pain is terrible, and it's unrelenting. He doesn't even try to move around, letting Royce and Fiona position him wherever they want him. Mostly, he'll just be lying there with his eyes closed. He'll be alert enough for about two hours, but after that, he'll be more and more out of it, eventually slipping into unconsciousness. Barely half an hour after that, he'll stop breathing entirely. They'll be stuck with his body until they leave in the morning.]
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Alfie?
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He doesn't open his eyes when Fiona comes back over, but he turns his head in her direction.]
Water?
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She digs in her backpack for a water bottle and uncaps the top.]
Think you can sit up a little if I help you?
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Shouldn't be wasting the water, but--
[He's so thirsty.]
Just a small sip.
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[It comes out a little sharper than she'd intended, and she frowns, scooting over to help him up. She does it as slowly as she can, but there's no way she can avoid hurting him, not with that wound. As soon as she's got him propped up a bit, she tilts the water bottle to his mouth, biting her lip as she does it.]
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Royce paces in the other room while Fiona gets ahold of Watson, paces when she comes to sit next to Alfie and when Emily comes to talk, but the rest of the night has Royce sitting right by Alfie's side, hood up and fingers twisting at his blanket.
When it looks like there's really nothing else to be done, he speaks up. His voice is tight and low and pained. ]
I can - if the pain gets to be too much, I can end it. If you need me to. [ He doesn't know what else to do, to offer. ]
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No, no. Nothing like that.
[He doesn't like the idea of telling someone to euthanize him, and he doesn't like the idea of Royce doing the deed. He's not shocked or angry that he'd suggested it, but he definitely doesn't want to take him up on it.]
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Idiot. Should've taken your time. This is stupid. [ He doesn't mean to be an asshole about it, but he's upset and he can't possibly be genuine, so. ]
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Do you think you're gonna tell me anything I don't already know?
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When she comes back the second time, Alfie doesn't have very much longer left. In the time, she's powered through the growing ache to her arm and finished a small drawing for him in the notebook he gave her. She tried not to be sloppy, but it shows here and there; the pain in her hand, the fear in her heart.
For a moment, she holds it up for him.] I drew you something. It's all of us, and Miss Fiona, too. [Tifa, Royce, Alfie in his hat, her, Fiona. Standing somewhere that's decidedly not Norfinbury. Flowers. Green grass. A bright sun and blue sky. Not Dunwall. Not London or Camden either.] Here. [She puts it on him in a way that covers the wound so neither of them have to look at it.]
You look really tired. Do you want me to read the book Duster gave to me?
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His breathing is noticeably more shallow when she comes back over. He doesn't try to speak. He just gives the tiniest of nods.]
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They met when the dragon had eaten some of the nectar that was going to make alcohol. It was accidentally burning down a part of a town, and Jordi had to figure out how to stop it.
Now they're on the run from a mean creature collector and some Hunters. [Briefly, she glances at Alfie, then goes back to the book.] On the second night, Jordi and Verath decide to make camp in a glade outside of Goldlea...
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[He doesn't mean to interrupt, but the state he's in makes it easier for words to just tumble out.]
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So by the time that Fiona walks past him, he's already ready for confrontation. He'd been ready to ignore her for the rest of the night - doesn't have to put up with her if Alfie's not here - but the bracelet around her wrist catches his eye.
And in an instant, Royce is up and in her space, grabbing her wrist violently and pressing one of his shivs against her throat. ]
That. Isn't. Yours. [ What the fuck. Did she steal it? Was she so low as to actually -- ]
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She tenses instinctively, but she's glaring back at him, all stubborn defiance.]
Don't fucking touch me.
[He isn't owed an explanation, in her mind, so he doesn't get one.]
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Alfie would be pissed. Emily doesn't need to see another death. He shouldn't. He can practically hear Hadrian screaming at him to stop.
Royce is furious, but he doesn't move. Just tightens his grip on her wrist. ]
You took it. Put it back. Now.
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You gonna cut my throat open in front of a kid, you psychopath, or are you going to stop making idiotic assumptions?
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Explain yourself. Or I will cut your throat open in front of a kid, yes. [ He's almost calm with it, low and icy. ]
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even dead he won't live it down
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god damn it emily
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He doesn't hide Alfie's pack. He knows Fiona's not going to steal anything out of it and if she does, who cares. He's dead. Alfie is dead and it's over, now.
Royce doesn't sleep. Doesn't expect Emily to come to him, either. He's just there, quiet, breathing slow and even, and the only part of him that moves is his fingers, tapping in time to the energy inside him that he's bottling up. ]
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It hurts too much to draw after a while, and she doesn't feel like drawing right now anyway.] Can I stay here? [Standing in front of him, not too close and not too far. Not trying to see under his hood. Not trying to hold his hand or show him any art.]
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Yes. [ Royce says, raw. Mechanical. ] You can stay here.
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She knees down between his ankles and gently touches one of his knees with a small hand.] I'm sorry about Mister Alfie. I know he was your friend.
I miss him, too.
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He'll either come back or he won't. [ Royce says in that same tone. Was your friend. He won't even argue the point. ]
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listen
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