[ he's got no guarantee if david's coming or not, so he's outside the coal tower, trying to fix the mortar on one wall so it doesn't collapse any further. it's a constant fight to keep his property standing, but so far, he's at least not losing. ]
[ it doesn't take long to get to macmillan, shorter than it feels like it should actually, but maybe he just lost track of time. he doesn't know where evan is, not like he actually confirmed he was coming, but he figures if he heads toward the workshop one of them'll find the other sooner rather than later. at the very least evan will know there's someone about and come stomping over. ]
[ a part of him senses a trespasser - or, more accurately, his traps, someone coming just close enough that he can tell. it's what makes him pause in his work for a second before deciding to finish the section he's working on before heading back.
it takes about ten minutes, and then he's on his way back, assuming the workshop is where anyone ever goes. there's been no screams and no shut traps, so maybe it's an errant passerby, or maybe it's ghost face.
or david. why exactly did he offer to take out the glass? why not. david's an idiot, but an idiot who got around an arrogant piece of shit who, unlike nemesis, does have a tendency to trespass. besides, he can always make things worse just for the hell of it. ]
[ it's only once he's down to the mineshaft near the workshop that david absolutely has to start closing traps to get around, which he'd prefer not to do, but whatever. if evan feels some type of way about it he can reset them when he gets here. ]
[ david, once he gets in there, peels off his jacket with a hiss of pain and dumps it down on a workbench that looks relatively unoccupied. after a moment does the same with his shirt, if a lot slower and with a lot more complaints from his body about it. it's plainly obvious just from a glance that he's been through it, upper arm and shoulder cut up from when he landed on it in the glass, but there's a cut on his forehead too, his hands and forearms. those have mostly dried up, but his shoulder is still bleeding pretty heavily. ]
[ what a mess. it's not the worst he's come out of the station by a long way, but david still grimaces when he twists his arm to get a proper look at the damage. ]
[ the closed traps infuriate him on a base level, and he tries to get a grip on that before he enters the workshop. it's only a few. and he assumes they weren't closed out of spite, just logistics. nonetheless, he resets them on the way in, which david can probably hear before evan finally arrives.
he's seen him in worse condition - much worse. still, the mess of david's shoulder makes him smirk under the mask. all that work to get in and get out and clean up and this is the result. ]
Nice job.
[ he sets down his cleaver and grabs the water bucket from its place near the forge. most of the glass looks like it went deep, which means he'll need a tool, and if the way david's looking when he tries to even look at the injury says anything, this'll mostly be on evan to fix. but, then again, he did offer. ]
[ nobody except evan would bother resetting traps, which is what makes david relax and stop reaching for something to use as a weapon when he hears the noise. back to looking at his arm when evan comes in. ]
Thanks.
[ flat, unamused, lips pressed into a thin line when he looks up at evan. it was still worth it in his opinion, something soothing and almost cathartic about standing under the spray of hot water that is more than welcome. sure, david would've preferred to maintain that a little longer than it took to exit the building, but you can't get everything you want. ]
[ he does appreciate the help at least, even if it's baffling to him that evan offered. part of him still wondering if this is some kind of trap or something even though as far as he knows that's not the man's style at all. ]
[ it's not a trap, unless david makes it one; it's not a threat unless evan feels like that's a better path to take. it is slightly concerning even to him that he'd make this offer, but between their recent meetups and david's overall less combative nature - the fact that he's not in here breaking shit as regularly - his own anger is at a lower boiling point than usual.
besides, he can probably get something out of this.
he pulls open a workbench drawer and feels through it until he finds a pair of pliers. smaller than he normally uses, and not exactly sterile, but there's no obvious blood on them, either. just rust and old grease.
david's shoulder is a mess, but evan's got a sharp enough eye to see where the blood's glinting off glass instead of flesh. one hand gets a grip on david's upper arm, under the set of wounds; the other starts, more steadily than might be expected, to pull out some of the glass. bigger pieces first so he can clean what's there before going for the ones that aren't so big, or went deeper. ]
How close was it if you had to haul your ass out a window?
[ at any point it's about 50/50 whether the tools and dressings they have to use are clean, let alone sterile, so david's not overly bothered by the rust and grease. more than likely he'll be in another trial long before an infection gets a chance to be a problem anyway. ]
[ he winces at the grip on his arm, grimaces and hisses at the pull of the glass against his flesh on the way out, but david's good at this. easy enough to stay still, pliant while he lets evan do what he has to. quiet, even, aside from the occasional soft hiss or grunt. ]
[ at the question, he breathes a soft, amused noise. looks up from his arm to the mask and shakes his head. ]
Binbag wearing fuck moves fast when he wants to.
[ he sure as fuck wouldn't have made it if he'd been someone else. thinks back to looking up and seeing nemesis staring at him out the window, thank god he's not one of those raccoon city fucks. bastard probably would've hunted him all the way back to camp if he was jill. ]
[ absolutely not going to let evan know it was pretty much sheer luck that means he's still alive though. ]
[ the glass goes on the table not far from david, leaving little pools of blood as the pile grows. they're not in so deep he has to yank them out, but evan's not exactly cautious; he was never taught to be careful in matters of injuries, because if he got injured it was his own damn fault and the pain and embarrassment were the price.
still, most of them are easy enough to remove, at least as long as they're visible. ]
Think he doesn't like trespassers, either.
[ he's never really met nemesis. he knows he exists. probably nemesis is aware of him. but nemesis also never leaves the police station, as far as evan knows, which means he's probably about as possessive of it as evan is of his property. or maybe he just doesn't give a shit.
with the biggest pieces out, evan sets down the pliers and picks up the damp rag from the edge of the bucket to wipe away the blood and clean off some of the wounds. there's slightly more care to this than before, if only to avoid digging the remaining shards any deeper, but if it hurts, he doesn't care. ]
Really doesn't seem worth it when you're just gonna end up back where you started.
[ david can't help but wonder if that's true, if nemesis cares at all enough about that place to call it his. if it had been another killer and not a survivor, not an obstacle on his way to complete his mission, would nemesis care? ]
[ it's not a thought that sticks for long, filters out of his mind as he thinks it, but for a brief moment it's slightly interesting to consider. ]
Sounds like a child's logic. [ david says it with a laugh, despite the precarious position he's in with evan holding his arm. cleaning his wounds. ] No point havin' a bath, just gonna get dirty again anyway.
[ he watches the way fresh blood trickles out of the wounds, the way some of it follows the dampness on his skin like a path downward. ]
Ornery bastard like yourself ain't exactly one for creature comforts, are you?
[ for a second his grip on david's arm tightens, his glare through the mask probably not visible but he's certain david will be able to tell that's not a comparison he likes. ]
You know what I mean.
[ that even if he'd gotten out without any problems, as soon as he got a trial - same shit as always. same dirt, same filth. and once that was over, reset again. he can almost grasp why survivors might bother in the first place - any comfort, any reminder of normalcy, no matter how pointless or stupid, is probably valued - but there's a difference between stealing the only worthwhile food around and trespassing to the point of getting annihilated.
with the wounds slightly more visible, he drops the bloody rag and picks up the pliers again. ]
No point. Not here. [ he prods at the cuts until he finds one with glass in it to remove. ] Ain't gonna get any cleaner. Rest don't help much, either.
[ it won't benefit him, and trying to lie down is impossible with his permanent injuries anyway. the rare comforts he gets, he doesn't say, are when survivors turn up with a different intent than chaos and revenge, or when the entity gives him a break. neither is all that frequent. ]
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[ maybe less so when he's not actively there to bust traps and steal shit. ]
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Well, that and start fights, but I'm not in any state to be doing that right now.
[ plus he has Complicated Feelings after that whole... thing. there's a reason david's been less combative as of late and it's not that dick. ]
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[ evan being completely incapable of understanding how someone might be troubled by killing - it's been too long since he felt that, if he ever did. ]
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And I'm not quite stupid enough to come at you with a bum shoulder if I don't have to.
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how bad's it cut up?
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Ain't stopped to take a look. Can still use it, so I'm not exactly worried.
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Is this a trick?
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[ he just really doesn't like wesker, okay, and the idea of david getting around him to do something as petty as take a shower finally hit evan. ]
thought i was on your list?
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[ that said he might be rerouting to head toward the estate instead of the campfire. ]
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[ he's got no guarantee if david's coming or not, so he's outside the coal tower, trying to fix the mortar on one wall so it doesn't collapse any further. it's a constant fight to keep his property standing, but so far, he's at least not losing. ]
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it takes about ten minutes, and then he's on his way back, assuming the workshop is where anyone ever goes. there's been no screams and no shut traps, so maybe it's an errant passerby, or maybe it's ghost face.
or david. why exactly did he offer to take out the glass? why not. david's an idiot, but an idiot who got around an arrogant piece of shit who, unlike nemesis, does have a tendency to trespass. besides, he can always make things worse just for the hell of it. ]
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[ david, once he gets in there, peels off his jacket with a hiss of pain and dumps it down on a workbench that looks relatively unoccupied. after a moment does the same with his shirt, if a lot slower and with a lot more complaints from his body about it. it's plainly obvious just from a glance that he's been through it, upper arm and shoulder cut up from when he landed on it in the glass, but there's a cut on his forehead too, his hands and forearms. those have mostly dried up, but his shoulder is still bleeding pretty heavily. ]
[ what a mess. it's not the worst he's come out of the station by a long way, but david still grimaces when he twists his arm to get a proper look at the damage. ]
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he's seen him in worse condition - much worse. still, the mess of david's shoulder makes him smirk under the mask. all that work to get in and get out and clean up and this is the result. ]
Nice job.
[ he sets down his cleaver and grabs the water bucket from its place near the forge. most of the glass looks like it went deep, which means he'll need a tool, and if the way david's looking when he tries to even look at the injury says anything, this'll mostly be on evan to fix. but, then again, he did offer. ]
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Thanks.
[ flat, unamused, lips pressed into a thin line when he looks up at evan. it was still worth it in his opinion, something soothing and almost cathartic about standing under the spray of hot water that is more than welcome. sure, david would've preferred to maintain that a little longer than it took to exit the building, but you can't get everything you want. ]
[ he does appreciate the help at least, even if it's baffling to him that evan offered. part of him still wondering if this is some kind of trap or something even though as far as he knows that's not the man's style at all. ]
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besides, he can probably get something out of this.
he pulls open a workbench drawer and feels through it until he finds a pair of pliers. smaller than he normally uses, and not exactly sterile, but there's no obvious blood on them, either. just rust and old grease.
david's shoulder is a mess, but evan's got a sharp enough eye to see where the blood's glinting off glass instead of flesh. one hand gets a grip on david's upper arm, under the set of wounds; the other starts, more steadily than might be expected, to pull out some of the glass. bigger pieces first so he can clean what's there before going for the ones that aren't so big, or went deeper. ]
How close was it if you had to haul your ass out a window?
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[ he winces at the grip on his arm, grimaces and hisses at the pull of the glass against his flesh on the way out, but david's good at this. easy enough to stay still, pliant while he lets evan do what he has to. quiet, even, aside from the occasional soft hiss or grunt. ]
[ at the question, he breathes a soft, amused noise. looks up from his arm to the mask and shakes his head. ]
Binbag wearing fuck moves fast when he wants to.
[ he sure as fuck wouldn't have made it if he'd been someone else. thinks back to looking up and seeing nemesis staring at him out the window, thank god he's not one of those raccoon city fucks. bastard probably would've hunted him all the way back to camp if he was jill. ]
[ absolutely not going to let evan know it was pretty much sheer luck that means he's still alive though. ]
Must've used his shampoo. Pissed him off.
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still, most of them are easy enough to remove, at least as long as they're visible. ]
Think he doesn't like trespassers, either.
[ he's never really met nemesis. he knows he exists. probably nemesis is aware of him. but nemesis also never leaves the police station, as far as evan knows, which means he's probably about as possessive of it as evan is of his property. or maybe he just doesn't give a shit.
with the biggest pieces out, evan sets down the pliers and picks up the damp rag from the edge of the bucket to wipe away the blood and clean off some of the wounds. there's slightly more care to this than before, if only to avoid digging the remaining shards any deeper, but if it hurts, he doesn't care. ]
Really doesn't seem worth it when you're just gonna end up back where you started.
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[ it's not a thought that sticks for long, filters out of his mind as he thinks it, but for a brief moment it's slightly interesting to consider. ]
Sounds like a child's logic. [ david says it with a laugh, despite the precarious position he's in with evan holding his arm. cleaning his wounds. ] No point havin' a bath, just gonna get dirty again anyway.
[ he watches the way fresh blood trickles out of the wounds, the way some of it follows the dampness on his skin like a path downward. ]
Ornery bastard like yourself ain't exactly one for creature comforts, are you?
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You know what I mean.
[ that even if he'd gotten out without any problems, as soon as he got a trial - same shit as always. same dirt, same filth. and once that was over, reset again. he can almost grasp why survivors might bother in the first place - any comfort, any reminder of normalcy, no matter how pointless or stupid, is probably valued - but there's a difference between stealing the only worthwhile food around and trespassing to the point of getting annihilated.
with the wounds slightly more visible, he drops the bloody rag and picks up the pliers again. ]
No point. Not here. [ he prods at the cuts until he finds one with glass in it to remove. ] Ain't gonna get any cleaner. Rest don't help much, either.
[ it won't benefit him, and trying to lie down is impossible with his permanent injuries anyway. the rare comforts he gets, he doesn't say, are when survivors turn up with a different intent than chaos and revenge, or when the entity gives him a break. neither is all that frequent. ]
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