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chasiingrain‌:

〚 ❣ 〛 It’s not a slow progression that sees Will shifting from a calm sort of neutrality into the pale, damn near hysterical side of him she’d only heard in brief stories from Jack. She knows Will isn’t exactly easy to deal with, but his reaction isn’t unprecedented; this news wouldn’t be easy for anyone to hear and understand, but especially not someone who fully and intimately understands what a fracture in time means.

She might have tried to stop him from panicking, but she gets it. Fuck, she gets it. Not even as closely as he does, but seventeen years living with the knowledge of the future, as well as experiencing the fracture? Yeah, she also gets it.

He looks like he’s going to be sick, and she looks around for a trash can or bag or anything, settling eventually on a plastic grocery bag tossed haphazardly to the side. Not perfect, but it’ll work if he’s really going to vomit.

“Yeah, I’m serious.” Not something that would be hilarious to lie about, but Will is in shock. Between two people coming out of his time machine, the news she just gave him, and the bullet wound, he’s had nothing short of an eventful night. “Come on, can you get into the car?” She assumes he has one close by. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

    Will, wide-eyed and pale, starts to lightly shake...or maybe it’s just the sensation he feels on the inside. Like his entire body is giving up on him. Now, if this was because of the blood loss or the news he just got, could be anyone’s guess. 

     Upon hearing the woman’s question further down the line of several seconds, he nods frantically as a man that looks like he might just die on the spot can. He, functioning on autopilot, attempts to stand up, pushing himself against the wall, and almost manages without hiccups. Sure, it was an awkward motion, but he was standing-- so that’s pretty good. 

     Finding himself on his feet, he begins to slowly drag himself towards the exit. His mind, still rendering through the various thoughts he was having in regards to the information presented and his own drawn conclusions. William Joyce was falling apart then and there. Fun. 

     He proceeds to remain quiet, not even muttering to himself, which was fairly rare. To say he was manic was correct, but this was different from his usual manic state. Nope, the psychist that’ll ramble for hours even if to a stuffed giraffe was gone, here is a broken man who is feeling himself becoming the world’s worst fuck up. He wasn’t big on drinking, but at times like this, it became interesting if that would calm him down or make matters worse. 

#chasiingrain #chasiingrain: Beth Wilder #v; Poor communication skills of a teen genius [pre game]

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handwriting can tell you a lot about a person. GO HERE AND AND REPOST WITH YOUR CHARACTER’S NAME IN THEIR HANDWRITING!

Tagged by: @minttexan​ Tagging: none / feel free to steal

#hc.txt #boy genius at just 19>> answered meme

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‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’ (Gimme that angst with Will and younger Jack pls & thank you

Soft Angst Starters || Status: Accepting 

    The young man desires nothing more but to raise his tone and give his little brother a piece of his mind… Yet, he doesn’t. Knowing fully that would end poorly… Instead, he tenses up, sighs in an attempt to relieve the pressure and fails, finally frowning at the 11-year-old boy. A full nine years senior of Jack, it was really no wonder he couldn’t find the same page with him. Not saying he didn’t love his little bro, but he usually got in the way and he was a lot more… extroverted than him. Then again, William always assumed he was conditioned to the state he is in right now more than being so naturally. 

    ❝Jack, you are insufferable. I am only thinking of your own safety here, do you even know how poorly it would end if you just continued doing whatever you like?❞ He tries to reason, but it was a double-standard, to say the least. Will did whatever he desired, sure, but he also was an adult now. And working on things much bigger than himself, too… Anthony and Kathryn Joyce never could have been prouder of their oldest son. Sure, he was odd, but he also found a path for himself and worked on it diligently. Will also knew that stumbling onto his brother playing with the tools in a vain attempt to imitate the elder was not a good ploy. Mainly because Jack could have hurt himself considering he was just a child.

     ❝I cannot stand you sometimes when you’re like this.❞

#chasiingrain #chasiingrain: Jack Joyce #boy genius at just 19>> answered meme

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SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

#do i know this>> meme #//its sad will joyce hours yall

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#thanks for the help>> paul #mistakes were made>> visage #gun cw #gif

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chasiingrain‌:

〚 ❣ 〛 “Shit,” she mutters under her breath as Will starts down his line of questioning. She should’ve saved the theatrics for when he wasn’t delirious from a bullet wound and the fact that two people just came from his time machine. It’s easy to hear Will’s panic creeping towards histrionics, and Beth mentally kicks herself. Should’ve known better than to dump this on Will right off the bat. But he’d asked, and, well, he’s the only one she knows she can trust right now, so off she’d gone.

“No, I don’t-” She hesitates, presses her lips together, and shakes her head. “It wasn’t your invention.” Not a lie; as far as anyone in 2016 knows, there’s only the one time machine, and that’s Paul’s, but Beth is trying to be careful with what information she gives him. She knows about both machines, but does Will need to know right now? “But time…fractured. Something happened, and now it’s just - everything’s fucked. And we need a way to fix it.”

Still holding his arm, she turns her gaze back to his, sees the wheels turning behind those eyes as he tries to understand what she’s telling him - and probably what she isn’t. “And I think you’re the only person in the world right now who would know how to do that.”

    The psychicist cannot think straight, everything is troubling, to say the least now, not because he knows too much about what she means, but -- a time fracture? He contemplated the possibility lightly, but then concluded it was unlikely... Fuck... If it wasn’t caused by him, then who did it? Makes more sense to say it’s his fault. Will’s stomach churns, making him feel suddenly ill. Oh god, it probably was his fault wasn’t it? She’s covering it up now to make him calm down... No luck that was having. 

     It might be the bullet wound, or it could be the news, but he feels like he’s gonna throw up and he surely grows several shades paler which was quite a feat for the already un-met by sun man. He doesn’t usually do decent with eye-contact but he practically glares at into her’s now, trying to figure out if she means what he has decided already that she means. It’s...a tragedy.

     If the other thought he was hysterical, she was correct. Wiliam covered his mouth, the sickening feeling overtaking him. He couldn’t handle this responsibility, to fix what he broke... he should, he knows, he’ll do it if it takes his all, but -- he already knew it wasn’t easy.

    ❝You’re ...serious?❞ He speaks shakingly through his palm, quite muffled. 

#chasiingrain #v; Poor communication skills of a teen genius [pre game] #//sorry this took so long omg #chasiingrain: Beth Wilder

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〚 ❣ 〛 Beth raises her eyebrows at Will’s chastisement. She’s never met him before, but from what she’d gleaned from Jack in their short time together, he could be pretty abrasive and lacking in social skills. He probably wasn’t mad at Beth; just injured. And it’s one hell of an injury, she can’t blame him for not being particularly pleasant. “I wasn’t going to pour it into the wound. Just clean around it.”

Sarcasm bites at the tip of her tongue, but she pushes it back. It’s defense, she knows that, and after what she’s seen, her defenses are pretty high right now. It’s too much to think about, to let settle into her mind when she has other things to worry about. Like Will’s wound, and getting back to Jack. Finding the countermeasure. Fixing the fracture.

(She’s seen the end of time itself, proof that they fail, proof that the fracture doesn’t get fixed, and she doesn’t know what to do with this information yet, can’t let it in yet, can’t think about the implications of it, she can’t, she can’t-)

Her hands press the gauze on his wound firmly, enough to start stemming the blood flow, and one-handedly starts opening gauze tape. She’ll have to wrap it tight enough to get him to a hospital without him bleeding so much that he passes out. She’s back in 1999, and while she still isn’t entirely sure what that means, she does know that Beth Wilder checking someone into a hospital when the only other Beth Wilder in the city is nine years old is a tangle she doesn’t want to deal with.

“2016,” she says, glancing at his face. He’s pale, but he’s keeping himself awake by talking. “There’s a…a lot I need to tell you.” And a lot she doesn’t want to, but even in her frightened and numb state of mind, she can see the pieces falling into place, and she knows what she needs to do while she’s here. “We need your help to fix the future.” Dramatic, but it isn’t a lie.

    Willaim winces for what feels like the hundredth time in the last several minutes, feeling the pain as the woman tends to his wound. He listens to her once she answers his question, contemplating what this would mean then. He wants to continue with lines of inquiry-- “what’s the future like?” or maybe something along those lines... but-- 

    ❝Wh- what? My help to fix the future? What do you mean?❞ He sounds high-strung then, perhaps because he is. ❝Did something happen? Don’t tell me it’s caused by my inventions... It isn’t, right?❞ Though luck science boy. But he hopes, regardless, he has a bad gut feeling about this scenario. One he didn’t have before as he was building the “contraption” if one may call it that.

     Then again, he’d rather imagine the plot of a movie taking place, but pretending evil cyborgs are attacking somebody in the future and the fate of the planet Earth depended on it-- seems unlikely and childish. 2016 isn’t that far away, then again... technology has tendencies to improve faster and faster. So he doesn’t know-- but hearing her response, it worries him to the point that he almost can forget the injury... if only it wasn’t constantly buzzing with absolute pain.

     One can only hope things go all right. But knowing William’s luck-- they won’t.

#chasiingrain #v; Poor communication skills of a teen genius [pre game] #//sorry this is a tad short;; #chasiingrain: Beth Wilder

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“Will, I don’t have time for this.  I said I’m fine, now leave me alone!” Jack started to walk away, not wanting Will to see that he was, in fact, not alright.  He then stopped and sighed, defeated.  There was no use in hiding it from his brother–he’d probably find out eventually, after all.

“…It’s the Chronon Syndrome,” he said so quietly he wasn’t even sure he’d even spoken at all. “I have it now, too.”

    ❝What...?❞ He could have nearly yelped, yelled or whatever other big grand sounds would come out of him, but instead, he managed a weak question. No, no, he couldn’t have been hearing this right, could he? ❝Are-- are you sure?❞ Dammit, what kind of question was that-- his little brother was probably gonna die and it’s all his f u c k i n g fault. There’s a heavy pinch at his heart that goes through William’s heart then, guilt once more haunting him.  

❝Jack, I’m sorry.❞

#tiimeispower‌ #v; it’s okay it was all my fault anyway [post game]

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〚 ❣ 〛 Beth can’t help the sigh of utter relief that escapes her when Will tells her where to find his first aid kit. He really does have no reason to trust her, and sure, he’s in a vulnerable position, considering his bullet wound, but he could also just call 911, or drive himself to the hospital. (She does quick math, realizes Jack is only about ten or eleven years old right now, but still wonders if he could drive his brother to the hospital if needed.)

It doesn’t matter, though; he’s giving her enough trust right now to let her help him, and she seizes the opportunity. With no hesitation, she’s off the floor and puling out the middle drawer of his filing cabinet, pushing aside loose papers and various knick-knacks to find, buried in the back, the white box with a faded label that at one point said ‘First Aid’. The contents are loose, and she wonders when the last time he refilled this was. As she moves back to Will, she opens the box and sees a decent smattering of things, but-

“No hydrogen peroxide,” she mutters, then looks at Will. “This is gonna suck, but it’ll help.”

Settling in beside him, she helps him out of his jacket and pushes the sleeve of his shirt up to reveal the gunshot wound. “I can’t do anything about the bullet,” she says. “Not without causing more damage I can’t fix. You’ll have to go to the hospital, but I can at least stop the bleeding.” Unwrapping a gauze pad, she presses it against his arm firmly, bracing for him to recoil in pain, but holds tightly to try and stem the blood flow enough to start wrapping his arm. The ace bandage will be useless after this, but she can get him a new one.

“My name’s Beth, by the way.” They’ll be here for a bit, so small talk seems appropriate. 

     ❝Hydrogen peroxide is just as dangerous as getting shot, I’d rather not get air bubbles into my blood vessels, thank you very much.❞ The physicist spoke, completely losing his patience. While usually, he could do polite, right now the whole getting shot thing really hindered his attempts. He could apology, but right now he didn’t even feel like it, he’d rather have his wound fixed up-- at least to a level where he could manage to get to the hospital. Sure, he’ll have to file a police report... then again, they came out of his time machine. Fuck. He needed to think of a good lie. Well, with the blood loss, it was hard to be creative in that regard... Dammit. 

    She spoke again and he felt really far away from the source of the voice, unsure even and even more so-- woozy. Just how much blood was he losing? This wasn’t good. 

    ❝Right, right, pleasure’s all mine-- I’m WIll.❞ To say he couldn’t manage the niceties now, well, it was the truth but also felt like an understatement. Joyce sighed then, trying to breathe deeper and keep himself awake. This was getting out of hand. He was sure he wasn’t going to pass out-- but he was also sure this is gonna feel terrible.

    ❝Listen, it might be a bad time to ask, but since you came out of the time machine and all... What year are you from?❞ William then attempts, calming down somewhat. Or maybe it’s more through gritted teeth that he’s saying this, but regardless, he is trying his best now. It hurts, he’s losing some blood -- not too much, but enough to not feel right. And there’s a woman from the future here, who followed a person who shot him. So to say it was a lot might be a bit... reserved.

#chasiingrain #v; Poor communication skills of a teen genius [pre game] #//sorry about the pause i took #//hope this is okay #chasiingrain: Beth Wilder

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〚 ❣ 〛 Fair. Beth can hardly blame him for hesitating to trust her, but she needs him to. Without thought, she tosses her gun away from her and holds her hands up for him to see that she’s unarmed now. She can’t remember the last time she didn’t have some kind of weapon on her, and it made her feel vulnerable. At least she still has her fists, though Will doesn’t look like he’s ready to put up much of a fight, and Paul is long gone from here.

“I know, but he-” She makes a conscious effort not to say his name, remembers that Will knows Paul. “I’m not with him. I was trying to stop him.” What do people do to make others trust them? It’s been so long since Beth has tried to get close to someone intentionally. and considering one of her first meetings with Jack was hitting him in the face with his gun, she might be out of practice.

She sees Will press his hand to his fresh wound where Paul’s bullet hit him. “I can fix you up. Do you have a first aid kit here?” First aid kit. Once, she might’ve laughed at the idea of a bandaid and some gauze on a bullet wound, but she’s seen and done a lot in her years, and she can do this.

     He can’t help but narrow his eyes as he watches her with the gun before she throws it away and then he just flinches at the sudden noise. Shocked, to say the least, yes. This did ease the situation somewhat, while not alleviating the fact that he still was shot and trying to stop the bleeding. At the question of the kit, he considers it momentarily, frozen in spot. Eyes running over the woman and analyzing, trying to pinpoint if he really could trust her. Then he decides, he has nothing left to lose regardless. With a sight, he nods towards one of his desks. 

    ❝Middle drawer...❞ He explained, unsure what she’s gonna intent to MacGyver with it. All William had there were the sheer basics, but hopefully, she’ll get the bullet out of him. Provided it’s there, he’s really not sure if it is, he’s not too experienced with getting shot. All he knew, it hurt a lot more than he’d ever imagined it would have. If the sweating was anything to go by, he was already having a rough time with the whole thing and suffering through it. But he tried to keep himself awake, as far as he knew that was the smart move. But god damn it, did he feel like passing out. 

#fcded hearts #fcded hearts: Beth Wilder #v; Poor communication skills of a teen genius [pre game] #chasiingrain: Beth Wilder

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tiimeispower‌:

“Will, I’m fine.” Jack must’ve told Will that for the umpteenth time that day. I don’t want you to worry about me. “Will, please. I’m alright.” Jack’s voice became a little strained at the end as he felt another wave of pain creep up on him. Fuck, not now! Go away!

    ❝Jack!?❞ Panicked as he was, he looked over the other man, terrified and surely concerned. The echo of discomfort going through the other was poorly hidden, making Will wince at it, stepping slightly closer to his brother, but not rushing in at all. He was still worried about what it could be or why it may be caused. ❝I suggest you drop the childish pretense and tell me what’s wrong.❞ Childish pretense? Look who’s talking. 

#tiimeispower #v; it’s okay it was all my fault anyway [post game] #//heyo #//sorry

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VITAL STATS: WILLIAM JOYCE 

TAGGED BY: @tiimeispower TAGGING: @sollumin​ @minttexan​

FACE CLAIM: Dominic Monaghan  NAME: William Joyce AGE: 41 HEIGHT: 5'9" SPECIES: Human GENDER: CIS Male BIRTHDAY:  March 4th RESIDENCE: Riverport, Massachusetts, USA MARITAL STATUS: Single

ALIGNMENT: True Neutral DRINK: Most caffeinated drinks, really. FOOD: Pretty much anything/rarely cares what it is, but also rarely eats proper DAY OR NIGHT: Night SNACKS: Anything goes as it is mostly what he survives on.  A FEW CURRENT SONGS ON THEIR PLAYLIST: Hate me by Blue October, It’s OK, I Wouldn’t Remember Me Either by Crywank, Dear God I Hate Myself by Xiu Xiu PET: -- COLOR: Teal FLOWER: -- SEXUALITY: Asexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic BODY TYPE:  Average height, out of shape, but not noticeably so.  EYE COLOR: Blue HAIR COLOR: Brown

#instability>> ooc #textbooks>> headcanons #//thank you

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@tiimeispower || starter call

   ❝Is saying that I’m concerned too much?❞ He shifted in spot, avoiding eye contact. This wasn’t good, but Jack’s been off in his behavior, so this was an issue he will force himself to address in a timely fashion, despite his fears. 

#v; it’s okay it was all my fault anyway [post game] #tiimeispower #//hope this is okay!

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@fcded-hearts || starter call >> for Beth

    ❝You seem to give me very little reason to trust you, I mean -- you came with the same guy who shot me!❞ The man yelped out, more so-- disgracefully at that. He pressed at his new wound, looking at the woman, terrified on his own accord. What the hell was even happening, sure he understood where they came from...but he still needed an explanation.

#fcded hearts #v; Poor communication skills of a teen genius [pre game] #//so...i want to start from their meeting. i feel its under-explored #//hope that's okay #//if not i can come up with another starter

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!STARTER CALL!

Like/reply/reblog for a starter of varying length from Will Joyce of Quantum Break. // Remember to check rules and about.

#indie rp #sci fi rp #action rp #starter call #new rp

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ooc|| Hidey-ho, it’s tags and stuff!

#mistakes were made>> visage #louder and louder>> tunes #memories is all we have>> ism #do i know this>> meme #boy genius at just 19>> answered meme #instability>> ooc #i am so sorry>> jack #thanks for the help>> paul #I considered you a friend>> beth #chalkboards and papers>>aesthetic