YOU THOUGHT THEYRE NIGHTMARES / o, fireworks + injury

[DoI]

[align=center][div style="width: 390px; text-align: justify;"]tw: broken bones, blood, shirt mentions of abuse

puck hadn’t pulled a prank in a while. he hadn’t felt like it, still didn’t, not since poor little bumbs passed away. he could attempt to, though. long story short, he found some things that he probably shouldnt have been allowed to even touch. firework rockets, he doubted that they would work, but he could try. he had set up that night with a boxes of matches, the box of fireworks, and had decided that maybe this would be a nice way to mess with the other members.

he had gotten an NPC to set them off on the beach while he sat up on green’s roof on a blanket, his feet dangling over the edge. the fireworks were set off one by one, lighting up the dark sky and he immediately seemed entranced. he had just watched as they exploded reds and blues and greens into the sky, making a racket that the entire group could probably hear.

of course, he had not expected for a particularly strong wind to blow and whisk his cardboard crown away, which made him try to crawl after it, reaching out to grab it just before it could fly away- only to lose his balance and go tumbling right over the edge of the roof. he had landed on a very much not soft patch of land, landing right on a patch of rocks. he heard a crack and his jaw dropped in a silent scream of pain. he had long since learned to not cry at pain, but this.. this hurt more then any beating he’d ever gotten. he was trying, he really was, tears flooding his eyes as he let out a pained squeak, shaking as he sat up, holding the left side of his ribs. he could feel the breaks, and that’s what made him lose it.

he let out what was half of a pained scream and a sob, doubled over at the pain. no, he’d never had this kind of pain, never broken a bone in his life, never fallen into rocks and got more then a few scrapes. he didn’t even notice the blood blood that slid down his forehead and over his eye and cheek. had had more hen one broken rib, a nice new cut on his forehead, and definitely had a concussion, that was for sure.

tldr: puck fell off greenie’s roof, broke three ribs (landed on a rock) and hit his head pretty bad (cut on his forehead, concussion)

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[Amy Ray]

She had been asleep when the fireworks went off. The noises sent her jolting upright, not able to comprehend anything but noise. It sent fear coursing through her, and she didn't even know what she was afraid of. Gunshots? she dropped down, crouching next to her bed, eyes going up towards the window. What in the... there were flashes of light, red and green.

Wait. Was someone setting off fireworks?

She got up, not quite rising out of her crouch, just high enough that her eyes could see out of the window. Indeed, there were dazzling colors exploding through the air. Well, there'd be no sleeping with that going on. Amy sighed and put on a jacket and pair of shoes, making her way outside.

That's when she found Puck, laying on his side, sobbing in pain. She could see blood, but not what was wrong. Her stomach dropped to her feet. "Help!" She screamed, dropping to her knees next to Puck. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to do. Panic was setting in, she just knelt next to him, hands hovering unsure over him. "What happened?" It was the best she could do.

[spoiler=Tags || Updated 11/25/19]General
— Amy Ray | Previously Lessandra Felix | Only responds to Amy
— Cis female | Feminine pronouns (she/her)
— Twenty years old | Birthday is 5/26/19 | Gemini
— Member of Northstar District

Relationships
— Homosexual | Homoromantic
— Single | Not looking
— Still not 100% past the loss of her first love
— Guarded and distrusting | Lots of walls
— Doesn't let people in easily & takes all relationships slowly
— Geoff xx Eliza | Sister of Selena, Aaron & Isabel Felix

Physical
— Health: 95% | Typical wear and tear from traveling alone
— Amy is biracial, and her skin tone reflects that - not as pale as her father but not as tan as her mother. She has long dark brown hair that is almost always tied back in a severe ponytail - with some allowance for her bangs. She's about 5'6" and likely to grow another inch or two more yet, and has a lean build. She has brown eyes that seem to hide haunting memories - while not dark-intentioned there is rarely light in them. She has a scar under her left eye and severe burns on her hands, arms and legs as well as freckles on her face. She has three piercings in each ear and one in her belly button. She keeps herself clean and well-groomed, her eyebrows maintained and when possible her legs and underarms shaved. Typically she wears an off-white shirt and blue tie and black slacks that have seen better days and been mended and repaired repeatedly.

Personality
— Amy is generally a serious person and doesn't take a lot of time to have fun. She isn't a stranger to it by any means, nor does she consider it an enormous waste of time, but she rarely feels it has room in her life. She's usually very guarded and doesn't let people in very easily and prefers taking relationships slowly. It can't be said whether she's particularly honest or dishonest, or loyal or disloyal - there are certain topics she will not speak of and will lie about though she usually prefers to be candid, and while not inherently disloyal she has betrayed some that were close to her. She is a very stubborn and bullheaded individual and once she's convinced of something there is no way to convince her otherwise. Typically Amy is a woman of logic more than emotion and keeps said emotions on a tight leash (though she feels her emotions very strongly), she is still dictated by a strong sense of what's right and wrong and does her best to stay in the right rather than the wrong and feels a deep sense of shame whenever she hurts someone - which she (to her own horror) is indeed capable of doing. She tries to be pacifistic but when forced to violence or thinks it's the right thing to do or when her temper is tried too much, she will lash out, often regretting it later on.

Interaction
— Typically pacifistic but can be pushed to violence
— Rarely starts fights | Will try to finish them
— Roughly medium physically | Medium-hard mentally
— [member=439]Amy Ray[/member] attack in bold underline #916A7E
— Nonviolent/peaceful powerplay allowed
— No kill/capture/maim/etc without permission
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— #pyresfancy —

[LUCERNE.]

    The fireworks had not alarmed Lucerne, as he believed that perhaps this was some strange and interesting tradition in Northstar. Fireworks and constant celebration - that was the atmosphere he felt when surrounded by a leader that didn't know what the word ❛pessimism❜ meant, considering he could never seem to relate to such term. Lucerne, on the other hand, was well acquainted with fearing the worst, especially when his heart jumped at the sound of somebody screaming for help.

In his pajamas, adorned in his silken robe, a barefooted Lucerne stumbled out of his home, grasping onto the door frame as he squinted down the road. And, that was when he saw it. Amy kneeling over a body. Lucerne did not hesitate before picking up his messenger bag by the front door, trotting down the street and lowering himself beside the boy as he quickly realized that it was Puck who was injured.

❝ I am a doctor - you're going to be all right, Puck. ❞ Suddenly, Lucerne slipped into a professional facade, one of a man that could be trusted to take care of the injured boy. He frowned at the sight of blood trickling down Puck's face, deciding that it was too severe for his liking and so would be what he focused on first.

❝ Can you tell me what happened? ❞ He questioned in a low utterance, opening his bag of supplies as he carded through some sterile dressing before taking some and applying pressure to his forehead. Hopefully he could shed some light on this situation, as Lucerne did not yet understand fully what had even happened.

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 12/08]basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic for northstar district // formerly an officer in the badlands
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february
⫸ moved to ND - twenty sixth november
appearance.
⫸ faceclaim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ voice claim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ speaks with a received pronunciation british accent
⫸ 6'2ft // tall and lithe // very little muscle mass
⫸ cold, china blue eyes and disheveled, dark brunet hair
⫸ physical health - 100%
    ¬ current injuries: none as of now
⫸ mental health - 100%
    ¬ none

personality.
⫸ enigmatic and difficult to understand
⫸ astute and intellectual // generally very logical in his way of thinking
⫸ self-absorbed and overly prideful // massive god complex
⫸ lack of empathy and often insincere // evident sociopathic tendencies
⫸ assertive, blunt and arrogant // strong, unwavering opinions
⫸ analytical and perceptive // often good at figuring things out at breakneck speed
⫸ overly motivated and stubborn // it's often his way or the highway
⫸ chronic boredom, often acts out childishly based on this
⫸ fastidious and a known perfectionist
⫸ unpredictable and notably unhinged // makes it difficult to get on with him
⫸ a total narcissist in many ways
⫸ aloof and incredibly socially awkward // very antisocial in general
⫸ a complete drama queen // incredibly theatrical and melodramatic
⫸ breathes sarcasm // snide and often witty with his quips
⫸ silently a very sensitive and introverted soul // worries about what others think
⫸ self-conscious towards how people react towards him // this makes him withdrawn

relationships.
⫸ wilhelm nouvel x annette nouvel // one older brother [deceased]
⫸ aromantic asexual // not often interested in any romance
⫸ owns a dog named faline
⫸ has taken a liking towards addy douglas
    ¬ sees him as his person
    ¬ loyalty lies with him entirely

interaction.
⫸ storage // playlist // pinterest
⫸ physically: medium // mentally: hard
⫸ owns a pistol but finds the idea of injuring somebody very difficult
⫸ dislikes getting into physical fights as he's not very good at fighting
⫸ would much rather die than kill somebody else
⫸ TW. he is a recovering drug addict // cocaine, heroin and opioids such as morphine

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[mickey]

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— for a minute, mick felt like he was somewhere else. thrown back into the world he once lived in where everything was so cold and dangerous. gunshots rang through the air. carbines. clearwaters? he jolted upright from his spot in bed, eyes wandering towards the window. silence. he waited a moment longer before he got out of bed and stepped over towards the window. his eyes narrowed slightly, heart pounding away in his chest while he peeked outside-- all to watch as a firework lit up the sky.

his eyes fell downwards, tensed shoulders slumping. he breathed out a breath he hadn’t been holding; out with it left the cold and the fear the he once knew all too well. his gaze lifted up again towards the window, hesitating a moment before opening it. he rested his forearms on the sill as he watched the occasional firework.

until a scream rang through the air. a scream for help. mick didn’t know what to take, but he sprang into action nonetheless; his pistol on hand and his bag of supplies in one hand. it didn’t take too long to find the source of the call; amy, along with an injured puck. lucerne was already there, asking him about what happened. eyes wandered towards where puck clutched himself, then towards the bandaging as lucerne worked on it.

“i’m here,” he decided to softly murmur as he crouched down beside lucerne. lucerne seemed to have this completely covered. mick would at least be there for assistance.

[DoI]

[align=center][div style="width: 390px; text-align: justify;"]puck could hardly focus on everything, too overwhelmed to really process things through the pain. he vaguely recognised the voice of amy, but he didn’t trust her just yet. he whimpered in pain, only curling up more. it kind of hurt to breath. he watched as lucerne and mickey showed up, and he trusted mickey much more. “i.. i fell.. wh-where’s greenie?” he said, trying to not cry more. really, he just wanted someone familiar. “m-my r-r-ribs h-hurt..”

[Amy Ray]

Thank god, a real doctor. She stood up and backed away, making room for Lucerne and then Mick to access Puck. They could do more than she ever could. "I don't know." She said helplessly; she didn't know what happened to the boy, only that he was hurt.

Fortunately, Puck was able to communicate that he'd fallen. "Wh-where's Greenie?" He asked, and Amy jumped at the opportunity to help. "I'll get him!" She turned around, noticing that they were actually outside of the Guardian's house. Okay then. She ran up to the door, knocking gently for a minute before starting to pound.

[spoiler=Tags || Updated 12/14/19]General
— Amy Ray | Previously Lessandra Felix | Only responds to Amy
— Cis female | Feminine pronouns (she/her)
— Twenty years old | Birthday is 5/26/19 | Gemini
— Page of Northstar District

Relationships
— Homosexual | Homoromantic
— Single | Not looking
— Still not 100% past the loss of her first love
— Guarded and distrusting | Lots of walls
— Doesn't let people in easily & takes all relationships slowly
— Geoff xx Eliza | Sister of Selena, Aaron & Isabel Felix

Physical
— Health: 95% | Typical wear and tear from traveling alone
— Amy is biracial, and her skin tone reflects that - not as pale as her father but not as tan as her mother. She has long dark brown hair that is almost always tied back in a severe ponytail - with some allowance for her bangs. She's about 5'7" and has a lean build. She has brown eyes that seem to hide haunting memories - while not dark-intentioned there is rarely light in them. She has a scar under her left eye and severe burns on her hands, arms and legs as well as freckles on her face. She has three piercings in each ear and one in her belly button. She keeps herself clean and well-groomed, her eyebrows maintained and when possible her legs and underarms shaved. Typically she wears an off-white shirt and blue tie and black slacks that have seen better days and been mended and repaired repeatedly.

Personality
— Amy is generally a serious person and doesn't take a lot of time to have fun. She isn't a stranger to it by any means, nor does she consider it an enormous waste of time, but she rarely feels it has room in her life. She's usually very guarded and doesn't let people in very easily and prefers taking relationships slowly. It can't be said whether she's particularly honest or dishonest, or loyal or disloyal - there are certain topics she will not speak of and will lie about though she usually prefers to be candid, and while not inherently disloyal she has betrayed some that were close to her. She is a very stubborn and bullheaded individual and once she's convinced of something there is no way to convince her otherwise. Typically Amy is a woman of logic more than emotion and keeps said emotions on a tight leash (though she feels her emotions very strongly), she is still dictated by a strong sense of what's right and wrong and does her best to stay in the right rather than the wrong and feels a deep sense of shame whenever she hurts someone - which she (to her own horror) is indeed capable of doing. She tries to be pacifistic but when forced to violence or thinks it's the right thing to do or when her temper is tried too much, she will lash out, often regretting it later on.

Interaction
— Typically pacifistic but can be pushed to violence
— Rarely starts fights | Will try to finish them
— Roughly medium physically | Medium-hard mentally
— [member=439]Amy Ray[/member] attack in bold underline #916A7E
— Nonviolent/peaceful powerplay allowed
— No kill/capture/maim/etc without permission
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— #pyresfancy —