Julien, as of Day 4: Various cuts all over both hands, most small, on the fingers and glued closed, with a few longer cuts on the palm back of each hands that were stitched up. Some have resumed bleeding. Both hands and fingers are taped up to help cover them. Death Arcana shirt stained with blood t...

[ Julien Leblanc ontinued from The Flawed Architect ] He had supposed that something like this might happen, retribution for the signs of what he'd done that were still borne all over him. But all the same, it fucking hurt , and yet somehow that wasn't even the worst part. From how it looked, a larg...

Far be it from him to begrudge her that final farewell. Never again. [hr] Work finally done, some length of time he didn't track later, Julien closed his eyes and rested for a moment. Sure enough, there she was. The next thing he thought of was the cold. His shaking hands, his face, Ashlynn herself....

What she'd said to him had been painful all on its own, but that final petty posturing was just the cherry on top, pushing out against the limits of his temper and tipping then over in a way nothing ever really had before. The hand he had tucked away in a pocket brushed up against something cool to ...

Julien let Ashlynn have her fill of talking for the moment before responding. "You aren't the most morally complex of people, and it isn't hard to understand someone so straightforward." It wasn't meant as condescending, just a simple statement of fact. "Though, ah... that clearly goe...

"There you go again, fucking off into your own fantasy world so you don't have to face how wrong you actually are. You see, Ashlynn, there's nothing even remotely rational about making yourself a piñata full of food and medical supplies, let alone expecting others to follow suit, so I can and I...

Connor. Hmm. Unsurprising, somewhat at least, given his luck. But really not a conversation he wanted to be having, when he accounted for Ivy's predictably traditional of running to football players for comfort. He did not want to think about bone giving way. And besides, being prompted on his tende...

[ Julien Leblanc continued from the exact same thread as Juliette. ] He wasn't bothered by the rain, was happier for it even, no mind paid to the water-logged hair he was no stranger to or the rain dripping down his face. Being mostly dry helped, certainly, but the sound of it falling all around sti...

"Aren't they? There are always unpredictable elements, Juliette," Julien said, shifting his bags around a little more, "and that aside, I don't recall saying that anyone has a high chance." She had decided to stick around, that much was for certain, else she wouldn't be carrying ...

Julien watched Drew leave and then took the flashlight back, tucking it away again. Only him and Juliette now; favour owed aside, one other person was about the extent of what he wanted to be close to for long. His friends all rather liked attachments, and even Blaise would likely endeavour to stay ...

I'm down.

He liked the sound of her laughing, all light and easy on the ears. He hated having to hear it come out of her mouth. While Juliette said her piece to Drew, Julien busied himself with packing up his first-aid kit, putting it back in its prior place and zipping up his bag. Allowing her to finish was ...

"See, there you go again," Julien said, as he began to set about plucking out anything stuck inside Drew in places it shouldn't be that he could find, "trying to scrape the bottom of the barrel and get whatever you can. We all lost any semblance of control over our lives the moment th...

Julien couldn't help but roll his eyes at just how simple her terms were, even if it did draw a slight smile out of him. "Alright. Consider me in your debt then." He kept his voice low too, of course. He could have been less hostile about how he'd asked for her help, yes, but something tol...

A gunshot wound. Something that could be immediately acted on, at least, was just the thing to keep him anchored in the here and now. He knew of Drew, if not knew him, thanks to time spent around Camilla. There was, naturally, the question of exactly why he had wound up with a bullet put in him, but...