Wandering about the desert near your town your oc stumbles upon a young man slumped against the rocks, at first glance he looks dead, unable to even swat at the insects buzzing near, the only clue that he was either still alive, or hadn’t been there long was the lack of vultures, they’re usually quick to come to a corpse, creeping closer you could see he was still breathing, but just barely, he’d been hit over the head pretty hard, his face was slightly fûcked up, rendering him mostly unrecognizable, but there was something unsettlingly familiar about him, but you couldn’t put your finger on it, but this was dangerous territory, he was certainly a stranger, and could be bad news, but if you left him he could possibly end up dying out here, and you’d have that on your conscience he’d lost enough blood as it is, he looked like he’d clearly been in a gun fight of sorts, maybe even been mugged, the outlaws around these parts where ruthless, it wouldn’t be above them to bludgeon a victim if they themselves where

losing, his arm was broken, you could tell as much considering he was lying on it, and his shoulder was royally fûcked up What will you do? (Def didnt Copy & paste from the old one no no

Makes it even again

Makes it even once more

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I really don’t mind at all, do whatever you wanna I’m drawing a more accurate injury inclusive version of Mitch Bc the injuries he sustained here would cause some permanent damage And I’ve been taking forensics classes n shit So this’ll be fun So if you wanna,,, in turn with updated Mitch,, you cooould update Blackburn,,

(Oooooh how so,,,) Mitch was lying there, neatly wedged between two rocks, it wasn’t enough that Blackburn couldn’t pull him up, but it was a bit of a struggle, the blood was crusted along his clothes and the injuries where partially visible through the cloth, the head injury was the worst from what could be seen, it split his eyebrow and the skin along his head, it was the injury that was bleeding the most, soaking the bandanna he had on and the front of his shirt, oh good he was breathing still, ragged and struggling, as if he’d been compressed into an awkward position so long that his lungs couldn’t stay functioning right, his eye opened the moment he was touched, the eyelid drooping slightly from exhaustion and the damage to the bone along his eye, his skull was slightly dented in as well, he tried to speak, only managing a slurred groan of pain.

(Ahhh i see,, so he wont just take someone shooting him in the leg again /j But this’ll be fun..) He mumbled something else before just letting Blackburn carry him, a soft whimpering gasp slipping from him the moment he was free from the rocks, ragged desperation to properly breathe as he struggled to sit up a bit in Blackburns arms, but instead, he just slumped against him, his eyes partially open, the right one still drooped lower than the other however. The blood was dripping down his lips, he didn’t even have the energy to wipe it away, little bubbles of blood and spit mixed and slipped between his teeth, after being placed stomach down on the horses back he made a quiet noise before trying to resposition himself, using his not as mangled arm he'd grab onto the reigns and pull himself up a bit more, managing to get himself side saddle, before just slumping against Blackburn, managing to whisper a soft, but slurred, "Thhnmk yyhh,." [Thank you]

(Mmmmm fun,, can’t wait to see what happened ehehehh,, do you want eeeeh sssssomewhaaaat,, similar events to last time? Or should i just… surprise you) He was mostly back to a state of unconsciousness when they reached Blackburn‘s home, when he was moved however he jolted back a bit, coming back to himself and staring at him, momentarily terrified before recognizing the man who saved him and relaxing a bit, letting himself calm down, just trying to breathe. When he was laid down he shifted a bit, trying to sit up only to slip slightly on the sheets/blankets and make a sharp sound of pain as he hit the mattress, the injuries must be bad. Very bad. (Alr alr, now we're getting to the treating injuries bit, so i will ask if you want me to detail em or not, 1 being like 'it was a bloody hole' and 10 being.. um.. lots of describing words and 'it was like _' n shit)

(Sweeeet,, I’ll get into em the moment he gets started mhm mhm I’ll just add a little [v GORE v] on top of the message tho for any rp readers Awesome, I’ll do both.) Mitch had managed to sit up when Blackburn had returned, resting against the headboard, god the blankets were soaked, turning any white along them a beautiful crimson, darkening any of the other colors, it was.. a lot of blood, head injuries bleed a lot though, so maybe it wasn't so much to worry about, although, then again, maybe it was. Mitch looked up, glancing into the case with a nervous expression, clearing his throat a bit, he'd somehow managed to wipe the blood off his face, well, at least most of it, it was smeared along his hand, sleeve, and face, but it was still steadily flowing down his face, neatly caressing his features like a sluggish river of vermillion, he'd closed his right eye, the blood had gotten in it it seems.

[ v GORE v ] He’d allow him to, tilting his head a bit and reaching up a shaky hand to move his hair behind his ear, god his hair was sticky with blood, the injury itself was.. a case on its own ; Bruising etched the edges and down along his face, the eyelid was swollen, the bones above his eyebrows and edging along near his eyes was indented in, a clear sign of excessive force, visible splits in the skin lined the area around, from where the force had caused his flesh to burst. The once-smooth space above his right eyebrow was ripped and torn, a jagged wound that looked like a deep crevice haphazardly carved into a cliff face. The edges of the wound where meaty and bits of white where visible under the blood, whether it was bone or some other bodily piece was unclear, but the skin was frayed, as if some unseen hand had taken a serrated knife and slashed through his flesh, there where a lot of other visible signs of blunt force trauma, the way his eyes seemed unfocused, they didn’t seem to properly

register the light, or Blackburn, most likely concussed. But he sat there, rather still while he waited for Blackburn to finish cleaning it out, the skin moved in a sickeningly fluid way with each little gesture, blood flowing out more with each movement, bits of rock where also swiped out of the wound, infection was very likely. (My bad, didn’t mean for it to be so long, you don’t have to match me lmao, its mostly the wound description)

(Nah idm spelling errors at all dw dw

Mitch nodded a bit before visibly wincing as he cleaned the injury, sucking in a shaky breath he closed his eyes tight, the skin was.. soft.. and the bone seemed to move a little too much with any slight amount of pressure added to his head, his breathing was ragged as his hand reached up, fingers twitching as he almost grabbed Blackburns arm before relaxing a bit, quiet, letting him clean

Mitch pulled himself upright properly before hesitating, staring at the needle and thread before clearing his throat, mumbling a bit, as he hesitates, gently fumbling with one arm to try and take his shirt off, to help Blackburn gain access to the various gunshot wounds along his body, his other arm hung lifeless and broken, his shoulder visibly wrenched out of its socket

[ v GORE v ] He’d give him a hesitant smile, before he coughs a little, shaking his head before sitting up a bit, managing to hold himself upright on the edge of the bed, once his shirt was off the extent of the damage was visible ; heavy bruising along his ribs and arms, probably from the fall into the rocks, certainly looks like he was shoved, little burrs embedded in his skin, then, there where the bullet wounds, pools of viscous vermillion that seemed to seep endlessly, ragged flesh along the outside, the wounds where as follows: exit wound in his gut, entrance wound in his upper right arm, and an exit hole in his left shoulder. The one in his right arm had the visible glint of a shotgun round in the hole, somehow, it hadn’t gone all the way through. But the other two? The other two had, he was loosing copious amounts of blood from the hole in gut, miraculously it was in a position where it wouldn’t have hit anything vital, but it wasn’t good, absolutely not good.

Mitch winced a bit, flinching back slightly at the pressure before gently grabbing onto Blackburns shoulder to steady himself while the other worked on the stitching, his breathing visibly labored and both his eyes shut tight, mumbling under his breath inaudible little words, maybe even just mouthing things to distract himself from the agony.

He’d simply sit there, allowing him to work as he stared for a moment, mumbling still before pausing, the moment Blackburn grabbed his arm he winced a bit, his breathing a little ragged before he nodded, still unable to speak right, he’d simply close his eyes and use his free hand to put his bandanna in his mouth, just in case, to avoid truly grinding his teeth at the pain.

A sickening crunch sliced through the silence, Mitches sharp sound of pain was quick to follow it, but Blackburn had popped his shoulder back into place, the little roll of his arm he did showed as much, spitting out the bandanna he gently rubbed his shoulder, giving Blackburn a thankful look, since he still couldn't manage words.

Mitch hesitated, eyeing the board for a long moment before gently moving his arm the best he could to give Blackburn more access to the broken arm, it seemed to just be the bones in his lower arm that where truly broken, probably landed incredibly funny in the rocks, his breathing was a little jittery again as he just watched, waiting.

[ v GORE v ] Mitch winced a bit as he straightened it, biting on the inside of his cheek as he watched, trying not to think about how the broken bones moved and pulled at the skin from their home underneath it, it was.. unsettling to say the least, to see someone's skin bruised and moving in a way that points at a misplaced bone, however, when Blackburn properly straightened it, it seemed to be pushed back to where it originally belonged, hesitating he'd point at his bloodied pant leg, looking a little nervous, because under that soaked cloth,, was yet again another bullet wound, this one clearly had been an attempt to render him unable to run away.

(Oh Blackburn,,,) Mitch leaned back a bit, moving his leg so he could cut better, his expression a mix of anxious and,, weirdly guarded? The wound wasn’t bleeding as much as the others, must’ve been the first injury he’d received, there was crusted rock in the edges however, and it was still bleeding, just not a lot. Clearing his throat he’d just watch and wait.

He’d nod a bit, watching him work, very gently lifting his leg so he can get the underside too, he was messing around with the blankets with his unbroken arm, unable to really do much else, he was a little bored to be totally honest, but he’d probably need some rest before doing anything, maybe he’d be able to speak properly in the morning.

He’d nod a bit, sighing heavily and shifting his position slightly, clearing his throat and rubbing the side of his head, watching Blackburn move around, he was thirsty,, very thirsty.

He’d take the cup, his hands a little shaky as he just sips at the drink, continuing to drink more he looked visibly relieved now, panting between gulps, clearly he hasn't had water in a while, the drinking stopped with a slight coughing fit, Mitch doubled over and began to cough rather violently, a few specks of blood dripping down his lips and spattering on the edges of the cup.

His breathing was a little ragged as he gently wipes at the blood on his lips with a hand, carefully putting a finger in his mouth he pulled it back, staring at the blood along his fingers before sighing softly and gently sticking his tongue out, thankfully, it wasn’t an internal issue, he’d bit down on his tongue, pretty bad, a while back, the coughing had just caused the gash to ‘open’ again.

He’d hesitate for a moment and shake his head, “I’ll,, be ffhhine,,” he murmurs, managing proper words now that he’s drank something, although it was still very very slurred and partially inaudible, but it was enough to get it across gently holding his hands out like 'ye i want food.' Cause he couldn't manage further then the words he'd previously said

He’d nod a bit, gently taking the bag and pulling out one of the strips of jerky, carefully knawing on it, trying not to bit his tongue any further, he seemed to relax now, his eyes partially closed as he leaned back, it was calm now, he was safe, he knew he’d be Then there was a knock on the door, it was a gentle sound, nothing nefarious, more like the soft knock of a wandering preacher here to tell you about why you shouldn’t be gay (/ma <messing around ; playful>

(Good,,, that was the goal whehehe) Standing at the door was a man with scruffy blonde hair, his expression was cold and his eyes where looking Blackburn over with an odd amount of disgust, his eyes would flit towards the inside of blackburns house, focusing on the bloodied rag his eye would twitch slightly and his hand would rest very gently on the stock of his weapon before he forced a grin onto his face. "Evenin. Ain't mean to be a bother.. but I've 'erd from some of them there folks downtown that ya came home with a uh.. friend. I'd jus' like to talk to em." Now, this was Cautery. He was well known for his relationship within Syphons gang, and for the fact he was possibly one of the more dangerous folks on the team. He didn't seem to ever miss a shot. And with his hand on his gun and his eyes fixed on Blackburn, his smile more menacing now. A bit of a tussle seemed very likely if Blackburn didn't play his cards right. He'd have to be smart.

“Now now, I ain’t the reasonable sort mister, but the fact ya ain’t denying such tells me I’ll find exactly what I’m lookin for in ‘ere.” He’d holster the weapon in the bend along his Horse’s side, brushing off his shirt he’d give him a sarcastic grin, holding up his hand. “Better?”

(Always open)

Bet bet i wish you luck

Nah dw dw, I’ll probably match you mhm mhm, writing a lot is fun <3 )) The stranger was wedged neatly between two rocks, his breathing was ragged and clearly off pace, his eyes closed, part of his head had been bashed in, not with enough force to kill him, but he would certainly be concussed, there was.. a lot of blood soaking down the front of his shirt, presumably from the heavy bleeding from that head injury. At the single little touch he'd jerk slightly, his expression wild and his eyes visibly unfocused, he tried to move back, not recognizing Skipper, well, he didn't know the guy at all so of course not, but, he abruptly calmed down the moment he realized Skipper wasn't who he thought had came, staring at him nervously, his right eye visibly drooping, the eye socket was most likely broken from the force that had split the bleeding gash in his head.

The stranger stared for a long moment before nodding a bit, acknowledging the fact Skipper wasn’t going to hurt him, before clearing his throat a bit and attempting to speak, however, the heavy head trauma has severely effected his ability to produce comprehensible words, and all he managed was a slurred mumbled mess of “Whff hnmm thhm” or something along those lines, he tried to adjust himself, physically wincing at the fact his broken arm appeared rather stuck.

All good all good) The stranger would simply stare, before deciding no matter what this man did, it didn’t matter to him, he had to move, he had to get going or-.. or.. and then he started trying to get up again, sitting up as far as he could, wincing a bit and attempting to wrench his *very* broken arm free.

He did his best to help, managing to get pulled out into the open space, stumbling on his feet before they buckled underneath him, leading to him toppling against Skipper with a sharp sound of pain/surprise

Bet bet Anyone works tbh

All good all good

(OOO HES COOL I’d give him a lil no homo platonic kiss on the cheek mhm mhm If he was ok with it ofc Also you dont have to match my response size, just initial descriptions, I’ll match you from here on out fr fr The man was simply lying there, his body seemed wedged between two rocks, his breathing was ragged and his body was bloodied, a trail of such red color was splattered along the floor nearby, although the marks in the dirt resembled someone being dragged there, and then, there was the head injury, tons of blood along the front of his person, drenching the entire front of his shirt, besides the holes from the bullet wounds, the tear in his head was the only visible injury, his skull slightly indented, hinting that it was a blunt force trauma wound. The second Chogan’s hand touched his face he jerked a little, a sharp sound of pain slipping from him as he tried to focus on him, his right eye seemed unfocused and the eyelid drooped, he tried to speak, but all that came out was a mumbled inauble sound

Giving him a lil kiss rn) Mitch hesitated, staring at him for a long moment, trying to take everything about him in before sucking in a shaky breath and nodding slightly, trying to manage words all that came out was a slurred little "Thhy,, hhfbtnnn hhng" or something along those lines, he was too concussed to even manage speech.

AH A KISS,,, FOR MEE?) Mitch was,, surprisingly lighter then probably would be expected, it was a bit of a struggle getting him out from between the rocks, but Chogan would be able to, after a bit of struggle, Mitch’s unbroken arm was quick to grab onto Chogan’s shoulder as an added support, leaning against him slightly, mumbling something incomprehensible.

YIPPEE) He’d nod a bit, reaching out his mostly unharmed (at least unbroken..) arm to grab onto the horses reigns to add some support for Chogan, so he could help pull himself up as well, at least, the best he could, giving the man a thankful little glance.

Y e s.

Also,,, you should totally give me your TikTok on SoundCloud chats so i can message you more frequently,,, cause i dont have instagram,, but i saw you have TikTok,,

/nf)

Sweet! I’ll add you when i get home I think my display name on TikTok is “Batts”))

Weheh) The mans body was still warm, very warm, still alive warm; plus the fact he was breathing was a give away he was alive, the moment Jesse touched him he seemed to jerk back, eyes wild and wide, staring at him with an expression that was a mix of terror and confusion, his arm seemed stuck in the rocks, so while Jesse could move him, it was difficult, a slurred sound of “whhffhh-???” Slipped from him, clearly he was unable to form proper words.

Mitch miraculously happened to stay rather unconscious the entire time Eliza dragged him away from the rocks, however, the moment the cold water touched his body he'd jerk back, gasping sharply and trying to move away, his mangled arm bending in all sorts of funny ways due to the attempt, which landed him flat on his back once more, staring at Aliza, terrified.

He’s stare, watching her, rather horrified still, trying to speak all that came out was a slurred mess of incomprehensible sounds that barely mimicked words

He was just staring now, unable to speak, utterly bamboozled

The moment Kero’s fingers touched the stranger's body he’d jerk up a bit, gasping and trying to manage proper words, but all that came out was a slurred mess of slushed-up sounds that didn’t even slightly resemble words, definitely has severe head trauma, he was a little wedged in the rocks, but it wasn’t impossible to get him out, so Kero would probably be able to.

He’d hesitate and relax a bit, he had no other choice, he had to trust Kero, what else could he do?? Run? Hah., yeah no. So he’d hesitantly sit up a bit, making a sharp sound of pain, the blood in his shirt seemed to well up again, there where still several opened injuries, and the bandaged ones where already getting soaked with blood. He’d give the other a small and slow nod when he showed the wrapping and pointed at his arm, allowing him to wrap it

He’d wince a bit, breathing raggedly as Kero continued, mumbling something inaudible as he shifted around to help the best he could. Moving his hair Kero could see the indentation in his skull, along with the massive gash in his head, clearly he'd been struck with considerable force, enough so the bone of his eye socket was completely busted up and his eyelid was visibly drooping due to being unable to hold itself in place. He'd hesitate and nod, expression grim.

The stranger managed to pull himself upright, getting out from the rocks and stumbling, slumping against Kero, his breathing was uneven and his body was heaving as he tried to grab onto Kero with his unbroken arm, panting heavily as he pulled himself upright, giving Kero a slightly pained expression, he was getting paler.

He’d nod a bit, breathing heavily as he pulled himself together, running his hand through his hair as he coughed a bit, his eyes a little unfocused, the pupil of his eye where the bone had been damaged was bigger than the other, possibly concussed, most likely actually. He tried to speak, a mumbled “Mmgfh” was all he seemed to manage, he’d try to repeat it a few times, his eyelids drooping a bit as he grabbed onto Kero, the stranger was surprisingly light, probably underweight.

He continued mumbling as they went along, trying to stay conscious, he’d lost a lot of blood. A lot.. of blood, slumping against him further when they finally reached the house, as Kero unlocked the door his eyes fluttered a bit, the moment they got inside his face was incredibly pale and his eyes where partially shut, he’d stopped mumbling now, exhaustion, blood loss, and thirst biting into his insides.

Oh my,,)) He’d wince a bit, gasping heavily and watching Kero prep the needle, apprehension crossed his face but he’d move his arms. Bit, allowing Kero more access tot he vein, due to the dehydration and tightness of his skin it wasn’t too difficult to find one, when the needle entered his skin he’d make a sharp noise of pain/discomfort, mumbling a bit as he just sits there, waiting in silence, he was certainly more awake now.

He/d nod a bit, breathing heavily as he gently takes the water, proceeding to quickly start downing the liquid he partially nearly fell back over, panting as he stopped, coughing a bit, some blood splattering along the blankets and the edge of the container. He’d give Kero a small nod, gently rubbing his tongue, it was visibly slit open, probably an added factor to why he couldn’t talk much

He’d hesitate and stare for a long moment, nodding a bit, although, his tongue had been split down the middle diagonally, not vertically, as if he’d bit down on it too hard, (he did) He’d clear his throat and nod for a moment, giving him a small reassuring smile before clearing his throat and managing a soft “Mifth.” That sounded more like a word, maybe even his name

He’d hesitate and gently take the paper and pencil, carefully setting the papers on his lap and writing, in admittedly awful penmanship, considering he only had one functioning arm, but he managed to write “My name is Mitch” before sliding it back over to them.

He’d shake his head, giving a small thumbs up as he carefully gets comfortable, fixing his hair a bit as he just rubs his eyes, wincing as he touched the one with the busted eye socket, probably not a good idea, so he’d stop and carefully start sketching on the paper, having nothing better to do.

He’d give Kero a small nod, returning to his doodling before an abrupt realization hit him, Kero had already left the room, and he had no way to get his attention, so instead? He just began to draw, furiously scratching the writing utensil against the papers surface, beginning to draw.. people. The people who'd done this to him, there was no way he was safe, no, not after- his thoughts cut him off there, and he'd continued, his fingers shaking.

The realization he was now completely alone struck Mitch like a steam engine. His breathing and heart rate spiked and he desperately got up, stumbling, his legs buckling under him as he tried to scramble up and out of the room, his eyes wild and his brain fumbling over everything, he’d make his way to the door and bolted it shut, stumbling back and falling on his ass, staring around the room was spinning, everything was twisting around, he couldn’t breathe no no no why couldn’t he bre- — While Kero was out walking along the trail, he’d stumble upon a man, a man with pretty blonde hair and an expression that just screamed murder - [The third one, blonde, Cautery, he'd be a familiar face, Syphons gang is a well-known group, plus the marking on his arm is very visible.]

Unfortunately for Kero, Cautery was on horseback, and was in fact the most observant sharp shooter of the gang,, poor Kero. If he’d just kept walking he wouldn’t have been followed, but the moment he bolted cautery would flick the reigns with his remaining hand and follow after at a low trot, keeping his eyes firmly set on the man running off, whistling sharply the moment he was hidden. “Aye now, if ye know whats for fer ya you’ll get yer sorry arse out here.” His voice was low, rasping with the feel of someone who hadn’t spoke in ages or.. someone who’d been.. crying?

Defensiveness ate into his very core, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the strange little creature before him, adjusting his grip he’d pull up his rifle, aiming it at Kero, however, if he was a person smart with guns, he’d probably take note of the fact the ammunition slot was open, Cautery's own form of turning the safety off, made it more interesting in his opinion. "What the 'ell kinda question is that? Put yer damn hands up and tell me about yerself." His tone was more of a snap/bark now, anger in his expression, yet still it rasped, his fingernails had crusted blood under them, and his eyes where slightly red, definitely crying. What kind of malicious big bad bandit cries? However. This situation was tense, any wrong word could wind Kero up in a situation similar to Mitch's.. he'd have to be careful. He'd have to be smart.

Cautery clicked the gun slightly at the first sentence before frowning further, looking Kero over he registered this little thing wasn’t a threat, muttering to himself he’d lower the weapon and hop off his horse, approaching the creature he’d frown slightly before grabbing his face, squinting at him he shook his head and backed off, muttering once more before taking the waters, tucking them away before turning on his heel, pausing for a moment. "If ya see a man with scruffy brown hair and brown eyes. Bring em here. And leave em. Helpin em will bring ya more trouble then its worth." His voice was cold before he hopped back onto the horse, trotting off once more. Kero was lucky. Very lucky.

Hey man,, i didn’t have perms,, ain’t gonna murder your oc without perms,,, But also yes.)) The way back home nothing else would happen, it was quiet, awfully quiet, not even the crickets seemed to want to make a peep, for some reason even Kero’s footfalls would feel muffled. Then the darkened house would come into view, there was.. nothing wrong. Everything was the same as when he left it Except for the bloodied smear on the inside of one of the front windows

B e t)) Blood smeared the floor, little drips and footprints, whoever had made them had been stumbling around, they weren’t ok- Mitch wasn’t ok- the smears lead down to the back, out towards a window, however, it was closed and unbroken, the blood continued to a pantry of sorts or a closet, depends on the layout of the house. Mitch was huddled in the closet, holding his throat and gasping heavily, his eyes where wide and he looked,, terrified, he’d reopened some of his injuries, it was. There was so much blood. Although, the bleeding had stopped itself now, so there was no more worry of further blood loss.

Mitch was desperate to cling to Kero, gripping onto him with a tightness one could compare to a beartrap tearing into your very core, your very flesh, if his arms had been sharp poor Kero would’ve been sliced to ribbons, but luckily, Mitch was flesh and bone, so instead? He was just holding him tight, even with his broken arm, which bent a little funny with the pressure. He was frantically mumbling and trying to get out words before he managed a soft. “Please.” And thats all. That’s everything that came out of his mouth. ((Why yes. Yes they are

He’d start to relax a bit, mumbling incoherently as he just shudders, slowly, after a good few minutes, he'd begin to pull himself from Kero, staring at the blood along the others shirt, looking a mix of worried and guilty, his busted eye was bruising now, heavily, it was mostly shut due to how much built up fluids there where and the bruising itself.

He’d hesitate and nod a bit, quiet again, Kero’s hand brushing near his indented skull made him visibly flinch back, gasping sharply before shaking his head, giving a small thumbs up, a sort of ‘no im ok’ kinda thing before steadily moving to get up, stumbling a bit and gasping, leaning against the wall he mumbled incoherently before pausing, looking out the closet door and freezing in place, horror on his face.