042 x 240 // text // scars I never had

[dignity_misery]

Is it pathetic that I almost wish this was permanent?

If you have something of mine [...Pause.]

Well. Sorry for you.


[[ooc; Switched scars with Jimmy. He is assuredly having a bad day.]]

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voice;

[brobeforehos]

Are you in one piece?

voice;

[dignity_misery]

For the most part.

[War wound. Shot in the right leg.

There's another pause here, because Carla is not so good at this acting like a human shit.]

Doing alright, Mae?

voice;

[brobeforehos]

I'm just great. [Pause.] Physically, anyway. Peaches.

voice;

[dignity_misery]

At least you have your health.

[No. Not really. Carla knows how little the physical can matter.]

audio;

[signatures]

No, just curious.

audio;

[dignity_misery]

Why is that?

audio;

[signatures]

Which part of 'this' is what I'm curious about.

audio;

[dignity_misery]

Someone else's wounds.

Voice

[trenchknives]

Well, I'm havin' a shit day.

Voice

[dignity_misery]

It's that kind of day.

Re: Voice

[trenchknives]

You seem okay with it.

Re: Voice

[dignity_misery]

[Yeah well...]

I'd rather have been shot in the leg.

[worldofourown]

Is it a pretty scar?

[ He can't get any. The idea of wearing one like a decoration is something of a novelty for him. ]

[dignity_misery]

It's not mine.

[Which... in its own way is fascinating. Almost cathartic. Rejuvenating. Or maybe it's just the impermanence of it, because she would never claim not to be terribly possessive of the wounds she's inflicted on herself.]

[worldofourown]

Whose is it then?

[ A scar as a croix de guerre. He can understand that concept. Even the possessiveness that goes with it. He'd been ashamed of his mangled right arm back home. But not of giving it up here for Diva's babies. There's a story and purpose behind it that he can treasure like a secret -- one that needn't be flaunted to everyone. ]

[dignity_misery]

I don't know. It looks like we're swapping today.

[synanthrope]

Not dying, are we?

[dignity_misery]

Just a bullet hole in my leg.

[synanthrope]

Hardly drama.

[dignity_misery]

Just something different.

[From the bullet hole in the head.]

[vicodincrutch]

Sicko much? They have dens for your kind. Lots of leather outfits too.

[dignity_misery]

Do you want to come with me?

[othersdie]

What is it?

["It" being the injury.]

[dignity_misery]

[You know, Justin. maybe it's you that makes it click for her.]

Jimmy's.

[othersdie]

[... ... ...]

I'm sorry.