Dec. 24th, 2015
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"There's something going on that wasn't here before
Keep your eyes glued to the floor
There's something strange going on tonight
There's something going on that's not quite right."
• Strange, R.E.M.
Clint definitely wasn't a fashionista candidate by any means. He had plenty of cash, but designer shit didn't bother him. He could take it or leave it. Fashion bored him, but it just so happened that dating top model who looked fucking fantastic in couture. Of course he was going to be at Lincoln's last runway fashion show of the year, and he was going to be front and centre with the best views of his lover's designer-clad cock in the house.
( At least he knew people in the fashion industry, so he wasn't sitting there like a stale fart posting links to porn on his Facebook so he didn't die of sheer boredom waiting for Lincoln to lead Rian's line... )
"There's something going on that wasn't here before
Keep your eyes glued to the floor
There's something strange going on tonight
There's something going on that's not quite right."
• Strange, R.E.M.
Clint definitely wasn't a fashionista candidate by any means. He had plenty of cash, but designer shit didn't bother him. He could take it or leave it. Fashion bored him, but it just so happened that dating top model who looked fucking fantastic in couture. Of course he was going to be at Lincoln's last runway fashion show of the year, and he was going to be front and centre with the best views of his lover's designer-clad cock in the house.
( At least he knew people in the fashion industry, so he wasn't sitting there like a stale fart posting links to porn on his Facebook so he didn't die of sheer boredom waiting for Lincoln to lead Rian's line... )
"What have I become, my sweetest friend?"
Dec. 24th, 2015 01:05 amemilywhereverimayfindherWho? Emily Cole (with an appearance by Clint Chevalier
What? Waiting
When? Christmas Eve
Where? Mt. Sinai Medical Center
Emily had tried to get Clitty to go home and rest, but it was no use. He wasn't going to be taken away from Lincoln. She didn't blame him. She couldn't be coaxed away from the hospital, either. The family that she and Lincoln had found for themselves were all checking in, though there was little by way of information to pass along. It was a waiting game, and one of the hardest ones that Emily had ever gone through. Her brother meant the world to her, and the truth was this had just driven home that much more that life was short, and there was no knowing when you might lose the ones you loved. She could still lose Lincoln, and the two of them hadn't been on good terms of late.
She sat in one of the waiting room chairs near her husband, Lewis and Lorenzo. The quiet was almost physically heavy, but no one felt like breaking it. It was too heartbreaking what had happened to Linc, and they were all carrying the pain in their own way.
In the silence of the room, Emily walked over to where Clint was sitting and took the seat next to him, wrapping her arms around him and tucking her head into his cheeks, letting the tears flow from her eyes, though without the choking sobs that had accompanied them when she had first heard what happened to her twin, in the wake of a sickening feeling that could only be described as twin sense. Usually, in normal circumstances, Clint would've shrugged her off with some snarky comment, but this time he didn't. With everything that had happened, maybe it was time that everyone be there for one another. At the en of the day, Clint was her best friend, and had been for years. Regardless of what had happened in the past, Lincoln was the most important person in the world to both of them, and losing him would rip both of them apart.
Narrative, scene complete
What? Waiting
When? Christmas Eve
Where? Mt. Sinai Medical Center
Emily had tried to get Clitty to go home and rest, but it was no use. He wasn't going to be taken away from Lincoln. She didn't blame him. She couldn't be coaxed away from the hospital, either. The family that she and Lincoln had found for themselves were all checking in, though there was little by way of information to pass along. It was a waiting game, and one of the hardest ones that Emily had ever gone through. Her brother meant the world to her, and the truth was this had just driven home that much more that life was short, and there was no knowing when you might lose the ones you loved. She could still lose Lincoln, and the two of them hadn't been on good terms of late.
She sat in one of the waiting room chairs near her husband, Lewis and Lorenzo. The quiet was almost physically heavy, but no one felt like breaking it. It was too heartbreaking what had happened to Linc, and they were all carrying the pain in their own way.
In the silence of the room, Emily walked over to where Clint was sitting and took the seat next to him, wrapping her arms around him and tucking her head into his cheeks, letting the tears flow from her eyes, though without the choking sobs that had accompanied them when she had first heard what happened to her twin, in the wake of a sickening feeling that could only be described as twin sense. Usually, in normal circumstances, Clint would've shrugged her off with some snarky comment, but this time he didn't. With everything that had happened, maybe it was time that everyone be there for one another. At the en of the day, Clint was her best friend, and had been for years. Regardless of what had happened in the past, Lincoln was the most important person in the world to both of them, and losing him would rip both of them apart.
Narrative, scene complete
nothingelsemattersBabe, are you awake? I need you to come and get Holly. I have to go to the hospital. Lincoln's been hurt.
[TEXT] to Angela @americanskin
Dec. 24th, 2015 03:45 pmemilywhereverimayfindherHey... I'm sure you've heard about Linc. And he can't have any visitors, but if it's not too much to ask, could you come to the hospital? If you can't, I'll understand.
nothingelsemattersWho: Lorenzo and Clint Chevalier
What: More important than Christmas
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Wednesday
"Clint!" Lorenzo called up the hospital corridor as he ran up to where Clint was pacing. Lewis had picked him and Holly up, and was now taking her to stay with Liz for a few hours so they could both be here at the hospital with Clint. Lorenzo was feeling physically ill after going online to see the video of what happened to Lincoln. He couldn't not. If Clint had to watch it happen right there in front of him, Lorenzo needed to know what happened to support him.
It was impossible to know exactly what happened, because it all happened so fucking quickly. It did look like Lincoln had either been shot or stabbed. Whatever it was, the cunt that did this to him had bolted. It was clearly all premeditated and Lorenzo was terrified it was someone finally catching up to Clint for a case he had investigated. It looked terrible. Lincoln had gone down immediately and the amount of blood was obvious. Lincoln was in a bad way, which meant Clint was going to be too. Lorenzo remembered what it was like when Lewis was hurt. It felt like his whole world was crashing down around him.
As soon as Lorenzo got to his cousin, he grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug. "I'm here. You're not alone."
What: More important than Christmas
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Wednesday
"Clint!" Lorenzo called up the hospital corridor as he ran up to where Clint was pacing. Lewis had picked him and Holly up, and was now taking her to stay with Liz for a few hours so they could both be here at the hospital with Clint. Lorenzo was feeling physically ill after going online to see the video of what happened to Lincoln. He couldn't not. If Clint had to watch it happen right there in front of him, Lorenzo needed to know what happened to support him.
It was impossible to know exactly what happened, because it all happened so fucking quickly. It did look like Lincoln had either been shot or stabbed. Whatever it was, the cunt that did this to him had bolted. It was clearly all premeditated and Lorenzo was terrified it was someone finally catching up to Clint for a case he had investigated. It looked terrible. Lincoln had gone down immediately and the amount of blood was obvious. Lincoln was in a bad way, which meant Clint was going to be too. Lorenzo remembered what it was like when Lewis was hurt. It felt like his whole world was crashing down around him.
As soon as Lorenzo got to his cousin, he grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug. "I'm here. You're not alone."
pirouetteinrhythmWho: Cheyne Rousseau and Brett Jennings
What: Meeting on better terms
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Christmas Eve
Despite some initial impressions, Cheyne wasn't actually a cold-hearted icy bitch. He could be if someone insulted his little brother, but it wasn't his usual personality. He also knew that there was a distinct chance his initial impression of Brett was skewed. Brett hadn't been feeling 100% at the time, and this came to light when they ended up calling an ambulance for him when his breathing didn't get better. His sister told Cheyne on Facebook that Brett was being kept in hospital for a couple of nights on some medication to settle is asthma down again, and he would be right as rain soon enough.
So, second chances were always deserved and this was why Cheyne had come here to the hospital today to visit Brett and see how he was doing. He was shown to the correct room and he smirked when he knocked on the door. "So, it wasn't just all an elaborate scheme to get me to perform CPR on you, huh?" he joked.
What: Meeting on better terms
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Christmas Eve
Despite some initial impressions, Cheyne wasn't actually a cold-hearted icy bitch. He could be if someone insulted his little brother, but it wasn't his usual personality. He also knew that there was a distinct chance his initial impression of Brett was skewed. Brett hadn't been feeling 100% at the time, and this came to light when they ended up calling an ambulance for him when his breathing didn't get better. His sister told Cheyne on Facebook that Brett was being kept in hospital for a couple of nights on some medication to settle is asthma down again, and he would be right as rain soon enough.
So, second chances were always deserved and this was why Cheyne had come here to the hospital today to visit Brett and see how he was doing. He was shown to the correct room and he smirked when he knocked on the door. "So, it wasn't just all an elaborate scheme to get me to perform CPR on you, huh?" he joked.