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The box is full of latex gloves, which are usually stuffed in my jacket pocket. The wifey loves my ass in jeans, and the bracelet? My kids gave it to me for my birthday a few years ago...around the same time I acquired the nifty walking stick. Reminds me why I got through the accident that crippled me and got back on my feet.

There's two things I don't ever take off: my wedding ring and that bracelet. Period, end of sentence.

Carlton Walker
Original Character

God, he had such a headache.

It was his last coherent thought before he opened his eyes and the light came.

Light and dark blinded him, thick red blood choked him, screams of pain deafened him. Heat pooled in his leg, metal gleamed in his peripheral vision. Too much data, not enough room to sit and collect and think.

He needed less time than it would take to blink and he didn't have even that much.

So he moved...swimming in a crisp white sea of fire and gleaming shards, bright razors of pain that blotted out memory and rationality. The blood still choked him, warm and intoxicating while instinct drove him forward. He couldn't think...and there was so much blood...

In. Out. Up. Down. Over, under, around the tree, swing past the knothole...

It was a long time before he could hear the sirens, see the bodies. Everyone clear of the car, each of them safe from harm.

And all the while, the blood choked him, rich and warm...his own blood, pouring from the gaping red hole in his upper thigh.

He timed the seconds he had left as he reached for his cell phone and pressed on the number one key, waiting until the number popped up on the display. He heard it ring even over the blood rushing through his ears and out of his damaged leg.

“911, what's your emergency?”

“Car accident, Sunset and...Vine. Three, not counting me.”

“Are you injured, sir?”

“Yes...bleeding, too.” he slurred, slumping to the pavement with the operator crowing in his ear before the world dissolved to black.

Muse: Carlton Walker
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 272

It was raining on the sun
The ground beneath my feet was crumbling
Day and Night had come undone
It was the season of my wandering

Somehow Somewhere
You found me there
It was the moment that it all became clear

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( “She’s got The Gift.” )

Muse: Dr. Carlton Walker
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 468

If you're here, you're dead. Welcome to Heaven.

...okay, so you're not dead. My kids are just enablers and this blogging thing is way cool. Leave a note, I promise not to bite. Y'know...unless you're into that sort of thing.

Your Wrath Quotient: 74%

Everyone around you pretty much fears your wrath... which is probably what you want. But just remember, there's a very thin line between fear and hate!

That's right. I'll cut the bitch that steals my Pringles, so look out. Special warning to Bob in ICU and Carol from the Emergency Room. Oh, and Little Miss Muffin Jolene Walker. Don't think I didn't see you last time you came by the house.