[Waking up where he didn't go to sleep had always been a huge source of disruption for Joe, but now more than ever he was frantic to find answers. He's exactly as he remembers, down to the absence of his shirt and the pain in his sternum.
No wires. No steady beep of hospital machinery. Even the pattern in which the doctor walked, her heels hitting the floor had become a rhythm that he could count on.
His street clothes were folded on the top of his duffle bag, his blade beneath that, and beside it a basket with a letter. He reads it first, quickly, and though he's lived a remarkable and oftentimes unbelievable life he doesn't quite buy into what he's seeing now.
If he was here, it meant that so was Nicky, and with a mouthful of venison jerky (he was as hungry as he was tired), he pushes open the wood and lightly jogs down the stretch of hallway that his room had been in.]
Nicolo, dove sei?! Nicolo, sei qui?!
[Speaking Italian was as natural to him now as breathing. As Nicky himself, and he knew that in his baritone if he had been heard he would have no doubt been answered.]
TWO █ (NETWORK / TEXT)
username: MLXVI
All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
what does the South Sudan mean to any of you?
WILDCARD █ (WILDCARD !)
[hit me with whatever you'd like. testing this voice out in the game setting and i'm ready for it lol. permissions are here and i can be reached at doggos or by pm.]
Joe Jones / The Old Guard
No wires. No steady beep of hospital machinery. Even the pattern in which the doctor walked, her heels hitting the floor had become a rhythm that he could count on.
His street clothes were folded on the top of his duffle bag, his blade beneath that, and beside it a basket with a letter. He reads it first, quickly, and though he's lived a remarkable and oftentimes unbelievable life he doesn't quite buy into what he's seeing now.
If he was here, it meant that so was Nicky, and with a mouthful of venison jerky (he was as hungry as he was tired), he pushes open the wood and lightly jogs down the stretch of hallway that his room had been in.]
Nicolo, dove sei?! Nicolo, sei qui?!
[Speaking Italian was as natural to him now as breathing. As Nicky himself, and he knew that in his baritone if he had been heard he would have no doubt been answered.]
username: MLXVI
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
what does the South Sudan mean to any of you?
[hit me with whatever you'd like. testing this voice out in the game setting and i'm ready for it lol. permissions are here and i can be reached at