[ sometimes he looks around at ppl like caroline and rey like "what is this... am i kristy thomas, is this the babysitter's club?" except in star wars. ]
[ poe doesn't get a dramatic, trauma-inducing video message. instead, he gets a reply in the afternoon of the twenty-second, from caroline's very comfortable but honestly not very filling bedside. ]
[ translation: i got shot a bunch and then i drained my own blood to feed marcos and now i'm operating at 2% and i really need to charge up before i go into a vampire coma ... a sad neglected iphone battery of a vampire
[ he thinks he can rocket blast her off of him with his power, like he did in his dream. that's what he's counting on. maybe not ... the best thing to count on... ]
[ she is too hungry and too weak to argue. if he wants to open up his stupid veins like a stupid man, it's his choice.
but she doesn't... want to invite him into the brothel room she rented with marcos who is currently dead asleep (as he should be, he's still healing). that would be weird. ]
[ good thing poe is literally an uber driver because that's what he's doing. he gets to the brothel and ... parks outside??? waiting?? as an uber does. ]
[ to... what??? it is a mystery for about five minutes before caroline basically zombie stumbles her way out of the building and into the waiting car. does she recognize the vehicle? no. does she recognize the idiot man behind the wheel? yes. that's all that matters here.
[ the urgency is the same — a desperate, greedy latching on, the same sharp pull of blood dragged through his arteries and veins and into her waiting mouth — but she has a little more sense now, a little bit of awareness as to where she is and what she's doing.
refilling the tank all the way is not on the menu right now. she doesn't want to kill him. she just needs to live. three gulps, three pulls; though she's not being scientific or measuring, it's on average about 100 milliliters or just under a quarter of a pint at a time.
one feeding is one blood bag. she can do that math without thinking. poe might feel a little woozy, but he won't pass out.
unless he freaks out at the sight of his own blood smeared over her mouth when she sits back up. ]
[ it's still a lot. a lot more than he was expecting, maybe. as someone who does not participate in things like blood drives. or cbc counts. it's not from horror towards caroline, but a reflexive instinct coming from something Not Good is happening and his body wanting to survive that suddenly he is
outside the car. not very far outside, but the door is open. and he's sitting outside of it. there's a little blood trail splattered from point a to point b. there's a really faint glow from under his shirt.
he's just kind of sitting there like ???the fuck??? did he... yeet himself out of the car...? ]
[ people jerking away in horror, flinching in fear, trying to yank their arms or necks or just general bodies out of the range of motion of her teeth — it's all normal stuff for caroline 'i drink blood for breakfast' forbes.
but whatever poe does, whatever strange force literally rockets him out of the car and into the gravel and dirt outside, is not something she expects. it's probably for the best that he did whatever that was after she'd pulled away... because if her teeth had still been dug into the skin, he'd probably have given himself a hell of a set of track marks. ]
What do you mean, what? [ okay, so she's a little snappy. she's hangry. give her a break. ] What was that?
Well, yeah, [ duh. ] You just flung yourself onto the ground.
[ a single blood bag's not going to solve her sad low battery iphone problems, but it does give her enough energy to feel alert again. a small blessing? anyway.
have a hand, poe, and get back into the stupid car. ]
I need you to drive me.
[ to an address which is also a blood bank, where she is going to pick up (not steal, thanks) some supplies. el is a champ, he set her up. ]
[ he takes her hand and, with her assistance, slides back into the driver's seat. the whole "feeling like a person" process takes a minute. mostly because his head is spinning from the blood loss and from his body's own decision to live because he was In Danger. he hears her words, but takes a few extra moments to stare into space before shaking it off. "it" because blood loss-related malaise. ]
[ wherever she wants is a vague statement that sadly does not have a good answer. she wants to be driven right into a spa where she can get a hot stone massage and a facial and then maybe a snack on a cute male masseuse, but that's just not gonna happen.
so. the blood bank into the uber app of the future, and step on it. ]
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[ sometimes he looks around at ppl like caroline and rey like "what is this... am i kristy thomas, is this the babysitter's club?" except in star wars. ]
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rude
i got myself out of trouble too
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[was it MURDER? he wants to ask but he's not going to say it. yet... ]
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[ it was murder ]
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[ THERE WAS BLOOD. he's allowed to draw this conclusion. ]
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[ she's lowkey dying right now ... not an instagram exaggeration either ]
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what does that mean
are you okay?
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everything hurts
i'm so hungry
[ translation: i got shot a bunch and then i drained my own blood to feed marcos and now i'm operating at 2% and i really need to charge up before i go into a vampire coma ... a sad neglected iphone battery of a vampire
🙃🙃🙃 ]
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where are you? i wanna help
[ what does helping entail? he doesn't know. his imaginings are probably "drive her to the hospital again." a fool. ]
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you didn't like it last time
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yeah but i'm not gonna just leave you to die
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[ and she's not sure she can control herself this time either... not that she did a great job of controlling herself last time ]
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[ he thinks he can rocket blast her off of him with his power, like he did in his dream. that's what he's counting on. maybe not ... the best thing to count on... ]
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[ she is too hungry and too weak to argue. if he wants to open up his stupid veins like a stupid man, it's his choice.
but she doesn't... want to invite him into the brothel room she rented with marcos who is currently dead asleep (as he should be, he's still healing). that would be weird. ]
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i'm outside
do you want me to come in? can you make it?
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[ to... what??? it is a mystery for about five minutes before caroline basically zombie stumbles her way out of the building and into the waiting car. does she recognize the vehicle? no. does she recognize the idiot man behind the wheel? yes. that's all that matters here.
there is no time for small talk, though. ]
Arm. [ give her your arm, poe! ] Now.
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You better leave some over.
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refilling the tank all the way is not on the menu right now. she doesn't want to kill him. she just needs to live. three gulps, three pulls; though she's not being scientific or measuring, it's on average about 100 milliliters or just under a quarter of a pint at a time.
one feeding is one blood bag. she can do that math without thinking. poe might feel a little woozy, but he won't pass out.
unless he freaks out at the sight of his own blood smeared over her mouth when she sits back up. ]
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outside the car. not very far outside, but the door is open. and he's sitting outside of it. there's a little blood trail splattered from point a to point b. there's a really faint glow from under his shirt.
he's just kind of sitting there like ???the fuck??? did he... yeet himself out of the car...? ]
Whoa... what? Sorry... what?
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but whatever poe does, whatever strange force literally rockets him out of the car and into the gravel and dirt outside, is not something she expects. it's probably for the best that he did whatever that was after she'd pulled away... because if her teeth had still been dug into the skin, he'd probably have given himself a hell of a set of track marks. ]
What do you mean, what? [ okay, so she's a little snappy. she's hangry. give her a break. ] What was that?
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I mean — it's my power, probably. I make things move fast? [ he didn't think himself was included in that, but... ] But I didn't mean to set it off.
[ a pause, followed by ]
I don't feel good.
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[ a single blood bag's not going to solve her sad low battery iphone problems, but it does give her enough energy to feel alert again. a small blessing? anyway.
have a hand, poe, and get back into the stupid car. ]
I need you to drive me.
[ to an address which is also a blood bank, where she is going to pick up (not steal, thanks) some supplies. el is a champ, he set her up. ]
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[ he takes her hand and, with her assistance, slides back into the driver's seat. the whole "feeling like a person" process takes a minute. mostly because his head is spinning from the blood loss and from his body's own decision to live because he was In Danger. he hears her words, but takes a few extra moments to stare into space before shaking it off. "it" because blood loss-related malaise. ]
Yeah, of course. Wherever you want.
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so. the blood bank into the uber app of the future, and step on it. ]
If I pass out, just let me sleep.
[ super reassuring ]
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[ he takes his eyes off the road for a moment to squint. ]
I’m not just gonna leave you in the car.
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