SPEND IT ON YOU // OPEN

[mickey]

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— after some deliberation, it became apparent that it would be best to expand the clinic. mick didn’t know what he had expected once the clinic opened; perhaps a few people here and there, not being too busy. however, it appeared like people from all around were appearing to seek treatment from the two medical professionals. as mickey and lucerne conversed, it seemed apparent that the best choice would be to have a place more suited for overnight stays. let people stay elsewhere once they were stable, until they got the okay to leave. give them a place to stay. and - almost too convenient to be true - the next-door building appeared to be the best option. an abandoned apartment, hotel, something of the sorts that was perfect for patient privacy and comfort.

it didn’t need that much changed about it. a few days of cleaning, and now it was all about putting in the final touches. adding some decor, cleaning up rooms, making the beds. he spreaded the sheets out across the bed, getting rid of the creases. making the hospital corners at the edge of the bed so quickly from practiced attempts, he briefly paused at the feeling of eyes on him. eyes lifted up towards the other bed in the room, and at the redhead that stood beside it. the other man quickly turned his gaze away, acting as if he hadn’t been staring in the first place. mickey paused- then lowered his gaze to quickly finish making the bed.

he straightened, observing addy fumble around with the sheets at the corners of the bed. he stepped closer to observe the man’s progress. “if you want, i could-”
“i’m fine.” the remark was defensive, held a bit of a bite to it. “it’s not fucking rocket science."  the medic watched addy practically shove the extra bedding on the side of the bed underneath the mattress. "just because i'm not a medic like you doesn't mean i don't know how to make a fucking bed.” truth be told, he was just there to help lucerne; the clinic was obviously something that meant a lot to the other medic. mick seemed unfazed by the words, watching for a moment longer.

then, he silently moved to the other corner to help finish the bed up. feeling addy’s gaze on him, then, he made sure to slowly make the next hospital corner. a few moments later, the redhead turned and mimicked the actions with the corner he lazily shoved underneath the mattress. it looked sloppy, not nearly as clean as lucerne probably would’ve liked. mick still had a ghost of a smile tugging on his lips, helping the other man finish before heading on to start the next room. addy hesitated and looked over the bed, waiting before trying to clean up the corners he had made. the things he did to try and impress lucerne.


//ayooo the clinic has expanded! i thought it'd be nice to have a little place to move patients from other groups once they were stable, sorta like a place away from home while they got better. feel free to have your character doing something like decorating, making beds, cleaning up, not being any help (me though), etc etc! : ' )

[WINIFRED.]

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the shirt she wore , some worn band t-shirt , had been ripped from the closet of green himself. furthermore , she wore a pair of leggings that were just a little short for her long legs— she isn't sure where she got them , probably some worn vintage shop from the marketplace. shoes are tattered, her hair in a bun , but she's ready and bumbling nonetheless, vivacious eyes scoping her environment as she tries to pinpoint . . . what goes where? 

despite her trying, winnie by no means, is a creative person. her home was as bland as god knows what, the furniture from before nearly untouched. but she did like to go out. be around people. she helped, and talked the ear off of those who seemingly needed assistance before looking for her next activity, ultimately deciding to rounding up a bunch of dirty sheets and pillows that were far too disgraceful to offer up to future patients. there's only so much she could take of being around a cat her pick and chose when he wanted to love her.

it's doing this that she stumbled across mickey and addy. briefly, she watched the small dissension— more on addy's side than mickey's— unfold, addy begrudgingly fixing the crumbled sheets. without much word, winnie approached the opposing side of the bed, collecting the pillows that seemed to be collecting dirt stains and dust. "it's okay. bed sheets are a royal pain in the ass," she says halfheartedly, small grin flicking from addy to mickey. back at her small home, she never bothers to make her bed.

[LUCERNE.]

It was clear that the ward in the clinic (which was merely a room with three beds in) would not suffice in the long term and Lucerne was glad that it wasn’t just him who was thinking that. It didn’t take much discussion between the two doctors before he and Mickey came to the agreement that they had to expand in order to meet the demand for the clinic, and that the long-abandoned apartment block beside the clinic was the ideal location for an expansion. It wouldn’t take too much strenuous effort to make the necessary changes for the expansion. The rooms were all already equipped with a bed and side table at the very least, and it hadn’t taken very long before the entire block was cleaned and renovated with everybody’s help. All that needed doing were the beds and the final touches.

Lucerne was very unhelpful, full of ❛ constructive ❜ criticism and lacking the helpful hand needed to actually make much of a difference. But, as the self-proclaimed overseer, Lucerne found himself wandering in and out of rooms, pointing out things he wanted changed and going over and redoing people’s hard work if he didn’t like it. After all, Lucerne was a very meticulous man when it came to the things he had a passion for and, if it wasn’t already clear, this clinic was his absolute pride and joy. 

Wandering into one of the rooms, Lucerne’s icy gaze darted across the faces in the room. At one bed, Mickey was making the bed with practiced ease. At the other bed, Winnie collected the dirty laundry whilst Addy tried to make the bed with clean sheets. ❝ Just because I’m not a medic like you doesn’t mean I don’t know how to make a fucking bed. ❞ Addy seemed frustrated, but when wasn’t he? Eyes flitted over to glance at Mickey, huffing to himself even whilst his features otherwise appeared impassive. Addy would never change, and Lucerne didn’t exactly want him to.

He silently walked further into the room as Winnie offered her words of consolation before he stopped to look down at where Addy had messily tucked the sheets beneath the mattress. This wouldn’t do. Lucerne chose not to look towards Addy, reminding himself that at least Addy was trying. It was more than Lucerne could’ve ever asked for him to do. He could be overly critical about the hospital corners, just as he would with anybody else, or he could-

❝ That’s adequate. ❞ After all, Addy was at least trying. And, besides, Lucerne would just go back and redo the bedding once Addy left.

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 04/14]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
⫸ views addy douglas as his lifelong partner

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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[ADDY.]

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— it wasn’t routine for addy to make his bed, let alone fold the corners as perfectly as everyone else seemed to-- sue him, then. yet even when he obviously didn’t know something, he didn’t have the pride to let it go, his stubbornness easily getting the best of him. there was a part of him - a tiny, tiny piece - that felt bad for going at mick the way he did, but the remorse didn’t seem to show on his face.

“it’s okay. bed sheets are a royal pain in the ass.” winnie wasn’t half-bad, the redhead decided then. the remark was at least enough for him to huff and nod his head, observing his (shitty) work. “you know, maybe the patients would like these corners better. it’s-- more like home? fuck if i know.” was it obvious he was making this shit up as he went? admittedly it was a pretty miserable excuse for himself, yet it seemed like he was sticking to his guns. mick shook his head lightheartedly as he continued his work, only glancing up to look towards lucerne as he entered.

and fucking hell, addy didn’t think this could get any worse. the other man was ever-critical about everything; the shitty bed corners was sure to cause lucerne to point out every other flaw about the bed. he glanced at the man’s gaze on the bed, then- “that’s adequate.” he blinked. hell, it seemed like everyone else was just as caught-off-guard as addy was. mick lifted his head from his work to look between the two, impassive features but-- still. who would’ve expected that from lucerne?

eyes wandered back towards the bed, shoving his hands in his pockets. and even with lucerne’s “kindness”, he couldn’t seem to voice his appreciation for it out loud. instead he simply nodded his head, slowly releasing a breath before quipping, ever the smartass, “i know it is. i’m not fucking blind.” they both knew it was shit but, really, it didn’t look like addy gave a damn in that moment. they were both shit company, but when they were together, they seemed to mesh together so well.

[LUCERNE.]

Perhaps his words had come to a surprise to many. Admittedly, Addy had done a terrible job at the hospital corners, enough to make Lucerne nearly cringe at the sight. The sheer, obsessive desire to take over and neaten the sheets, fold them in perfectly straight and crisp lines. Instead, they appeared somewhat bunched in the corners but Lucerne would not say any word of criticism because he tried so hard to hold his tongue for Addy. So hard to understand the enigma of a man. If Addy thought that Lucerne was difficult to understand, try understanding Addy when Lucerne had no social awareness towards human nature.

He could feel peoples’ eyes on him, as if it really was that noticeable that Lucerne showed an ounce of humanity in that moment. Hmm, was it really that noticeable? Lucerne did not know. Instead, he watched impassively as Addy remarked back snidely. He wasn’t blind? Lucerne could only try to hold back his retorts for so long, but his facial expressions were harder to disguise. Face shriveled up as if contemplating his disagreement until he hummed, ❝ Well... ❞ Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it don’t s- ❝ That’s debatable. ❞ Oh, ever the snide man with the snide replies. Eyes darted over towards Addy, dull gaze lingering for a moment before they began to brighten with a hint of a coltish smile.

Oh, Addy could not have been serious, right? If he was, then Lucerne more than likely would have reconsidered his playful choice of words with something said with more disdain. Instead, he began to chuckle for a second, as if amused by his own insult towards Addy, before silencing quickly as his smile fell off his face. ❝ No, really. I can’t- I can’t even pretend- I… ❞ He spoke through huffs of disbelief. ❝ Do you really think that’s adequate? ❞ He stepped over, undoing all of Addy’s hard work with an insensitive, effortless ease before beginning to remake the bed. Oh, and Lucerne had been doing so well in trying to be forgiving and kind but it was so easy to get carried away when his vision was all coming to life!

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 04/14]basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty four // 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
⫸ views addy douglas as his lifelong partner

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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[ADDY.]

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— really, addy should have taken the “compliment” and ran with it the moment he had the chance. god. the man could be so subtly kind, that this even slightly sweet gesture seemed to have taken everyone a bit off guard.  lucerne was rare to show kindness towards anyone, let alone outwardly - including kindness in the form of not embarrassing someone for their shortcomings in front of others. the redhead shouldn’t have disregarded that kindness by quickly, confidently stating his so-called competence, especially when he and lucerne were both completely aware he lacked in this area. but he did, brows raised as lucerne hummed.

”that’s debatable.” the snide remark made everyone’s shock quickly become overshadowed with familiarity. there was the man that they knew. addy looked less-than impressed as the man began to undo all of his hard work, remaking the bed he would’ve had it. to some, it was probably too harsh for them had they been in addy’s shoes. though they just weren’t used to lucerne and his typical antics. his need to always strive for perfection. “such a dick,” he huffed after a moment, turning his gaze away, as if looking for others in the room to agree with him. mick seemed to act too focused on his own work - purposefully so.

“how come your room can be such a fucking mess, and meanwhile this place has to be so clean you could eat off the goddamn floor?” maybe there was a bit of order in that place to lucerne, but all addy could see was a mess of things. or, perhaps lucerne’s own self-hatred went right over addy’s head. it was hard to picture someone hating themselves when addy sometimes struggled to see what wasn’t endearing about the aloof, sometimes annoying, man. his shoulders slumped. maybe this place really meant far more to lucerne than he visibly put on. pointing outside of the room, he pondered over it before supplying, “how about i- dust or something?” or would lucerne still be down his back about that job too? "i don't know. tell me what you want me to do."