i. Polar Sun - OTA (cw alcoholism) [ It feels like there's something digging inside his skull. What that something is, March doesn't know--but maybe he's just had enough. The lack of ample supplies, the lack of clarity, the green glow, the cold, the constant fear, it's seeping into him and no amount of moonshine is driving it away. Fear ebbs into worry, slowly twists into something else as the talisman he has with animal blood proves effectively useless. Holland has been the one to call it--the one that had pointed out this shit would happen when he first arrived. No food, no order, chaos. No one listens to him, too caught up in their holier-than-thou bullshit.
March keeps his pistol close to him at all times as he simmers, laid back persona completely gone. He's drunk--of course he is, he always is, but it's with a different air. Usually well manicured facial hair is unkempt, hair flopping in his face, jar of alcohol in hand.
He'll swing if touched. Hell, he'll swing if he's not and he just thinks someone's too close. It's a miracle he doesn't set anything--including himself--on fire. ]
ii. Polar Sun - closed to jason todd + wynonna [ It's simple enough: March isn't even drunk when he opens his cabin door and sees Jason, and it's like there's some sort of guiding light or homing beacon specifically drawing his attention to the other man. Maybe it's the green glow--or maybe, March thinks, it's because he's seen Jason Todd and his quick wit and throwing knives and bruised knuckles around a little too much, and every single time he does he's aware of how those hands laced through Wynonna's hair and yanked her back during that brawl.
March steps forward, a strange possessiveness he usually doesn't have making his blood run hotter than usual. ]
Hey, Red!
[ March is smiling. He doesn't mean it, taking a step forward, crossing to greet him. ]
Where you headed, pal?
iii. Reprieve - OTA [ It's a weird feeling, coming down from whatever the hell had happened. Coming back into yourself after God knows what. March distances himself not out of anger, but of a weird sense of guilt.
He'll help after a bit, though. He'll carry bodies if needed, and while he doesn't have a cigarette he's started chewing on some toothpicks he's found, wordlessly offering an extra one his fellow ex-smokers one when he's feeling up for it with a half-smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. When he does make it back into the community hall, he'll even make sure people have what they need. A poor impression of the Christian Girl who does it all the time, but an attempt to assist nonetheless. ]
Jesus Christ, huh?
iv. wildcard [ Feel free to hit me up or write up your own! Plotting post here! ]
Holland March | The Nice Guys | OTA
[ It feels like there's something digging inside his skull. What that something is, March doesn't know--but maybe he's just had enough. The lack of ample supplies, the lack of clarity, the green glow, the cold, the constant fear, it's seeping into him and no amount of moonshine is driving it away. Fear ebbs into worry, slowly twists into something else as the talisman he has with animal blood proves effectively useless. Holland has been the one to call it--the one that had pointed out this shit would happen when he first arrived. No food, no order, chaos. No one listens to him, too caught up in their holier-than-thou bullshit.
March keeps his pistol close to him at all times as he simmers, laid back persona completely gone. He's drunk--of course he is, he always is, but it's with a different air. Usually well manicured facial hair is unkempt, hair flopping in his face, jar of alcohol in hand.
He'll swing if touched. Hell, he'll swing if he's not and he just thinks someone's too close. It's a miracle he doesn't set anything--including himself--on fire. ]
ii. Polar Sun - closed to jason todd + wynonna
[ It's simple enough: March isn't even drunk when he opens his cabin door and sees Jason, and it's like there's some sort of guiding light or homing beacon specifically drawing his attention to the other man. Maybe it's the green glow--or maybe, March thinks, it's because he's seen Jason Todd and his quick wit and throwing knives and bruised knuckles around a little too much, and every single time he does he's aware of how those hands laced through Wynonna's hair and yanked her back during that brawl.
March steps forward, a strange possessiveness he usually doesn't have making his blood run hotter than usual. ]
Hey, Red!
[ March is smiling. He doesn't mean it, taking a step forward, crossing to greet him. ]
Where you headed, pal?
iii. Reprieve - OTA
[ It's a weird feeling, coming down from whatever the hell had happened. Coming back into yourself after God knows what. March distances himself not out of anger, but of a weird sense of guilt.
He'll help after a bit, though. He'll carry bodies if needed, and while he doesn't have a cigarette he's started chewing on some toothpicks he's found, wordlessly offering an extra one his fellow ex-smokers one when he's feeling up for it with a half-smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. When he does make it back into the community hall, he'll even make sure people have what they need. A poor impression of the Christian Girl who does it all the time, but an attempt to assist nonetheless. ]
Jesus Christ, huh?
iv. wildcard
[ Feel free to hit me up or write up your own! Plotting post here! ]