Jan. 9th, 2016
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privateinvestigationsWho: Clint Chevalier and Lincoln Cole
What: "Hit me like a subway train."
Where: ICU, Mount Sinai
When: Friday afternoon
Clint wasn't actually being the stupid dickhead everyone probably assumed he would be. When Lincoln regained consciousness and began to communicate a little, one of the first things he said to Clint was to make sure he takes care of himself. It had been the last thing on Clint's mind, he would admit that. It had been impossible to manage not knowing if Lincoln would be okay too. At least with him waking up, there was hope. The least Clint could do for Lincoln was listen to him.
Not that he was a completely perfect angel. He was living on takeout or shitty vending machine sandwiches just to eat something, but his diet was mostly coffee and cigarettes. Coffee to keep himself going, smokes to cockblock a little of the stress. Even if he was conscious of taking care of himself because Lincoln requested it (which meant he had to leave sometimes to sleep), it didn't make Lincoln being this badly hurt any easier. He refused to leave the hospital if someone else couldn't be there with Lincoln.
( Clint had gone home earlier that morning, and Lewis was fine with taking the reigns. Clint really hoped Lincoln might be a little more lucid with Lewis' visit, and that maybe they could talk... )
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What: "Hit me like a subway train."
Where: ICU, Mount Sinai
When: Friday afternoon
Clint wasn't actually being the stupid dickhead everyone probably assumed he would be. When Lincoln regained consciousness and began to communicate a little, one of the first things he said to Clint was to make sure he takes care of himself. It had been the last thing on Clint's mind, he would admit that. It had been impossible to manage not knowing if Lincoln would be okay too. At least with him waking up, there was hope. The least Clint could do for Lincoln was listen to him.
Not that he was a completely perfect angel. He was living on takeout or shitty vending machine sandwiches just to eat something, but his diet was mostly coffee and cigarettes. Coffee to keep himself going, smokes to cockblock a little of the stress. Even if he was conscious of taking care of himself because Lincoln requested it (which meant he had to leave sometimes to sleep), it didn't make Lincoln being this badly hurt any easier. He refused to leave the hospital if someone else couldn't be there with Lincoln.
( Clint had gone home earlier that morning, and Lewis was fine with taking the reigns. Clint really hoped Lincoln might be a little more lucid with Lewis' visit, and that maybe they could talk... )
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muserevival 113.2 Muse Prompts
Jan. 9th, 2016 04:00 amlastfirstkiss"We need to accept that we won’t always make the right decisions, that we’ll screw up royally sometimes—understanding that failure is not the opposite of success, it’s part of success." - Arianna Huffington
Fashion wasn’t really Jeff’s thing per se. He enjoyed it, and it was a part of being in the public eye, but he was mostly just grateful that he had people around him who would give him a smack in the head if he wore something that looked awful. Tonight, he was dressed extra nicely, though, joining Justin at a VIP event put on by FABULOUS, the magazine that his mother and uncle ran together. Jeff was in a suit that he probably wouldn’t have been able to afford when he was working at the veterinarian’s office, but even as an understudy, Caden ensured his cast and crew were always paid quite well, and Jeff had splurged on the black tailored suit with one of his first paychecks. Will would be there already, considering that he worked as an intern to Harley Rayner, a model and journalist for the magazine, so Jeff got to be Justin’s Plus One, much to the joking of Jeff, Justin, and Will that this would probably cause a tabloid hysteria. There were entire Tumblrs devoted to shipping Willstin, and Jeff would probably be the subject of major fangirl hate.
( As they arrived in a limo, every step of this done with absolute class and style, Jeff’s eyes went wide... )
Fashion wasn’t really Jeff’s thing per se. He enjoyed it, and it was a part of being in the public eye, but he was mostly just grateful that he had people around him who would give him a smack in the head if he wore something that looked awful. Tonight, he was dressed extra nicely, though, joining Justin at a VIP event put on by FABULOUS, the magazine that his mother and uncle ran together. Jeff was in a suit that he probably wouldn’t have been able to afford when he was working at the veterinarian’s office, but even as an understudy, Caden ensured his cast and crew were always paid quite well, and Jeff had splurged on the black tailored suit with one of his first paychecks. Will would be there already, considering that he worked as an intern to Harley Rayner, a model and journalist for the magazine, so Jeff got to be Justin’s Plus One, much to the joking of Jeff, Justin, and Will that this would probably cause a tabloid hysteria. There were entire Tumblrs devoted to shipping Willstin, and Jeff would probably be the subject of major fangirl hate.
( As they arrived in a limo, every step of this done with absolute class and style, Jeff’s eyes went wide... )
@ muserevival | 113.2. Quote
Jan. 9th, 2016 03:06 pmprivateinvestigationsHERE @ muserevival
"One often learns more from ten days of agony than from ten years of contentment." - Harold Coffin
Clint had taken residence on the floor just outside the waiting room. Sitting with his back up against the wall, legs drawn up, elbows on knees, head in hands. He hadn't moved in hours. He wasn't even sure he could move at this point. Moving would take more energy than he had. He might miss something if he moved. He didn't want to see anyone, he didn't want to listen to anyone, he didn't want anyone looking at him. Life hurt too much right now, and it felt like it would never stop.
( He was waiting. Inside, in that twisted, painful coil in his gut, he knew he was waiting for someone to come and tap him on the shoulder and tell him Lincoln hadn't pulled through... )
"One often learns more from ten days of agony than from ten years of contentment." - Harold Coffin
Clint had taken residence on the floor just outside the waiting room. Sitting with his back up against the wall, legs drawn up, elbows on knees, head in hands. He hadn't moved in hours. He wasn't even sure he could move at this point. Moving would take more energy than he had. He might miss something if he moved. He didn't want to see anyone, he didn't want to listen to anyone, he didn't want anyone looking at him. Life hurt too much right now, and it felt like it would never stop.
( He was waiting. Inside, in that twisted, painful coil in his gut, he knew he was waiting for someone to come and tap him on the shoulder and tell him Lincoln hadn't pulled through... )
[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Nick @ artsdesire
Jan. 9th, 2016 03:55 pmnessundormaSo, Dan, Luc and I all have a bet. Are you banging Cheyne Rousseau? Just say yes so I can win, because I'm awesome and always right.
@ muserevival | 113.5. Ten Things
Jan. 9th, 2016 11:04 pmamareladanzaHERE @ muserevival
Ten things important to you in friendship
1. Laughing together
2. Supporting each other
3. Knowing it's okay to be sad with them
4. Hugs when that happens
5. Doing fun things for the hell of it
6. Loyalty
7. They've really got to love my family
8. Enjoying the differences, not just the things in common
9. It'd probably help if ballet didn't bore them
10. Getting each others bad jokes
muserevivalTen things important to you in friendship
1. Laughing together
2. Supporting each other
3. Knowing it's okay to be sad with them
4. Hugs when that happens
5. Doing fun things for the hell of it
6. Loyalty
7. They've really got to love my family
8. Enjoying the differences, not just the things in common
9. It'd probably help if ballet didn't bore them
10. Getting each others bad jokes