REVOLUTIONIST, fitzgerald hughes
posted Jul 22, 2019 23:32:34 GMT -6
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FITZGERALD HUGHES
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FITZGERALD HUGHES
LOOKS LIKE YAGAMI TAICHI FROM DIGIMON
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ABOUT FITZGERALD
ABOUT FITZGERALD
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PREFERS FITZ, ANYTHING IS FINE
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PREFERS FITZ, ANYTHING IS FINE
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19 YEARS OLD
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19 YEARS OLD
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NONBINARY
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PREFERS HE / HIM, FINE WITH ANY
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PREFERS HE / HIM, FINE WITH ANY
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ASEXUAL
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ASEXUAL
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DEMIROMANTIC
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DEMIROMANTIC
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WORKING IT OUT
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WORKING IT OUT
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MAY 27
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MAY 27
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GEMINI
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GEMINI
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MEDIC / MED STUDENT
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med school is four espresso shots, six creamers and eight sugars in a 16 oz. mug - in other words, death.
med school is four espresso shots, six creamers and eight sugars in a 16 oz. mug - in other words, death.
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YOU GOTTA JUMP![break]
THE MODUS OPERANDI - A CASE STUDY OF FITZGERALD HUGHES[break][break][break]
At his core, Fitz is troubled. He’s a mess of contradictions which make up a complex being who honestly should take it easy on himself but refuses to for the sake of others. Namely, his family. There is nothing more important to Fitz than his family but the notion of family has changed for him over the years. What once was only the people who were related to him by blood then expanded to those who he found companionship and joy in growing up. His friends — who then became his family — could always call on him when need be or ask him for advice or favors without the need to repay him. Fitz was always happy to help, but he was the worst and still is the worst at asking for help. [break][break]
For the vast majority of his childhood to now, he has always been the one others relied on. The stalwart defender, the open-minded friend, the support and if need be — the villain. Fitz has worn several different masks depending on what someone needed to be played, he has gotten himself into stellar messes by pretending to be what he wasn’t just to help someone else or help them in a way he perceived they needed. It’s often gotten to the point where he wonders whether it is a mask or another facet of his personality. Prone to moments of self-analyzation, Fitz is most critical towards himself and his own actions, often admonishing himself even jokingly for things that others may wave off.[break][break]
Normally, Fitz is never seen without a smile and a quip. He always appears to be in good spirits and breathes life into every situation he’s part of. However, this happy go lucky persona bellies a sodden and depressed young man who is constantly cowering on the inside with feelings that are too large for him to contain. Moments of quiet deliberation when his smile disappears are the darkest times for him and plays well into his role as a medic. While he can detach himself from his work and the task at hand, ignoring copper-scented gloves and screams echoing off the walls of a sterile room — Fitz feels.[break][break]
When someone hurts, he hurts.[break]When someone bleeds, he bleeds. [break]When someone cries, he cries.[break] When someone dies, he dies inside.[break][break]
Inside. [break][break]Because Fitz refuses to die.[break][break]
Fitz feels far more than he can understand. And yet, he knows that he’s lived his entire life for the sake of others, fulfilling their hopes and dreams, telling himself that they also reflected his own. His own desires, the things that he wants most — he finds the concept selfish but at his core, he is selfish. [break][break]
What he wants most is peace but beyond that, it’s to feel loved for who he really is and to find a reason to live for himself.
YOU GOTTA JUMP![break]
THE MODUS OPERANDI - A CASE STUDY OF FITZGERALD HUGHES[break][break][break]
At his core, Fitz is troubled. He’s a mess of contradictions which make up a complex being who honestly should take it easy on himself but refuses to for the sake of others. Namely, his family. There is nothing more important to Fitz than his family but the notion of family has changed for him over the years. What once was only the people who were related to him by blood then expanded to those who he found companionship and joy in growing up. His friends — who then became his family — could always call on him when need be or ask him for advice or favors without the need to repay him. Fitz was always happy to help, but he was the worst and still is the worst at asking for help. [break][break]
For the vast majority of his childhood to now, he has always been the one others relied on. The stalwart defender, the open-minded friend, the support and if need be — the villain. Fitz has worn several different masks depending on what someone needed to be played, he has gotten himself into stellar messes by pretending to be what he wasn’t just to help someone else or help them in a way he perceived they needed. It’s often gotten to the point where he wonders whether it is a mask or another facet of his personality. Prone to moments of self-analyzation, Fitz is most critical towards himself and his own actions, often admonishing himself even jokingly for things that others may wave off.[break][break]
Normally, Fitz is never seen without a smile and a quip. He always appears to be in good spirits and breathes life into every situation he’s part of. However, this happy go lucky persona bellies a sodden and depressed young man who is constantly cowering on the inside with feelings that are too large for him to contain. Moments of quiet deliberation when his smile disappears are the darkest times for him and plays well into his role as a medic. While he can detach himself from his work and the task at hand, ignoring copper-scented gloves and screams echoing off the walls of a sterile room — Fitz feels.[break][break]
When someone hurts, he hurts.[break]When someone bleeds, he bleeds. [break]When someone cries, he cries.[break] When someone dies, he dies inside.[break][break]
Inside. [break][break]Because Fitz refuses to die.[break][break]
Fitz feels far more than he can understand. And yet, he knows that he’s lived his entire life for the sake of others, fulfilling their hopes and dreams, telling himself that they also reflected his own. His own desires, the things that he wants most — he finds the concept selfish but at his core, he is selfish. [break][break]
What he wants most is peace but beyond that, it’s to feel loved for who he really is and to find a reason to live for himself.
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+ Attends the University of Washington School of Medicine on an academic scholarship. Currently maintaining a 4.0 GPA on the skin of his teeth and is usually found passed out in the library whilst studying unless he’s in the dorms. Lives in the dorms despite his mother and younger sister living in the city, prefers to keep his home life and his other business separate.
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+ Has a younger sister who is only a few years younger than him and a mother who is working hard for the both of them. Has several pictures of them in his phone and his wallet, will gush about his family at any given opportunity, so don’t bring it up if you don’t want to know.
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+ Doesn’t talk about his father at all due to the nature of his absence. Hasn’t seen him in the past few years and refuses to go visit him, only communicating through letters which he keeps hidden in his room for his eyes only. Will not take kindly to the topic at all. Is part of his reason for joining the Operation.
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+ Has conflicting views on topics ranging from philosophy to religion and government practices. Feel free to argue with him as he loves a good discussion but will quickly shut down an argument with baseless facts or yelling.
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+ Clients often call him Stitch because of his fondness for Disney movies and his habit of always having a thread and needle on him to stitch someone up when need be.
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+ Although he may be considered a little young to be working with the Operation, Fitz is wholly accepting of the Operation’s tactics and values to a degree. He isn’t naïve enough to believe that his co-workers who smell of copper, deal in firearms, and exact justice with a bullet are doing so without some degree of joy. And he is also isn’t foolish enough to believe they wouldn’t kill him or the people who he loves. Fitz entered the arrangement wholly believing that the Doctor had the cure for what ailed him and he willingly follows after him for selfish and unselfish reasons. Needless to say, putting his faith in the Doctor, an entity who seems more idea than man has shown better results than putting his faith in an institution which makes men into commodities.
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+ Fitz is chronically depressed and is prone to bouts of lethargy when he least expects it. Nonetheless, he hides his symptoms and pushes through them to live with his condition. He refuses to seek help for it aside from the initial diagnostic stating that he didn’t have the time nor the resources to do so. Even with the monetary compensation from the Operation in his pocket, he dares not spend a single cent on his own mental health. Prone to making self-depreciating jokes and the occasional bout of dark humor.[break][break]
+ Is incredibly frugal. Will stretch a dollar as far as it goes and then some. Is the breadwinner of the family to his mother’s confusion, delight, and concern. Always pays his mother’s bills and the like before he does anything for himself. Currently is paying his tuition out of pocket.
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+ Is an on-call doctor. Keeps all of his gear inside of a retro backpack with a lot of different compartments stitched into it per his request from a special tailor. Usually helps out even in civilian settings citing that he’s a medical student rather than an operative for an underground revolution. Makes for an easier icebreaker.[break][break]
+ Sings to himself when he is feeling distressed, wanting to distract himself, or needs background noise. His clients usually have a choice for the song they’d like to hear when he is working on them. Otherwise, he just plays what he wants. Most can tell if he’s nearby because of the music thrumming from his headphones unless he’s wearing the noise-cancelling ones.[break][break]
+ Can speak Spanish fluently and will tell no one how or why.[break][break]
+ Has a habit of nerd-ranting, which is spewing information from the top of his head when asked a question until he eventually notices what he’s doing and comes to a stop.
+ Attends the University of Washington School of Medicine on an academic scholarship. Currently maintaining a 4.0 GPA on the skin of his teeth and is usually found passed out in the library whilst studying unless he’s in the dorms. Lives in the dorms despite his mother and younger sister living in the city, prefers to keep his home life and his other business separate.
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+ Has a younger sister who is only a few years younger than him and a mother who is working hard for the both of them. Has several pictures of them in his phone and his wallet, will gush about his family at any given opportunity, so don’t bring it up if you don’t want to know.
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+ Doesn’t talk about his father at all due to the nature of his absence. Hasn’t seen him in the past few years and refuses to go visit him, only communicating through letters which he keeps hidden in his room for his eyes only. Will not take kindly to the topic at all. Is part of his reason for joining the Operation.
[break][break]
+ Has conflicting views on topics ranging from philosophy to religion and government practices. Feel free to argue with him as he loves a good discussion but will quickly shut down an argument with baseless facts or yelling.
[break][break]
+ Clients often call him Stitch because of his fondness for Disney movies and his habit of always having a thread and needle on him to stitch someone up when need be.
[break][break]
+ Although he may be considered a little young to be working with the Operation, Fitz is wholly accepting of the Operation’s tactics and values to a degree. He isn’t naïve enough to believe that his co-workers who smell of copper, deal in firearms, and exact justice with a bullet are doing so without some degree of joy. And he is also isn’t foolish enough to believe they wouldn’t kill him or the people who he loves. Fitz entered the arrangement wholly believing that the Doctor had the cure for what ailed him and he willingly follows after him for selfish and unselfish reasons. Needless to say, putting his faith in the Doctor, an entity who seems more idea than man has shown better results than putting his faith in an institution which makes men into commodities.
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+ Fitz is chronically depressed and is prone to bouts of lethargy when he least expects it. Nonetheless, he hides his symptoms and pushes through them to live with his condition. He refuses to seek help for it aside from the initial diagnostic stating that he didn’t have the time nor the resources to do so. Even with the monetary compensation from the Operation in his pocket, he dares not spend a single cent on his own mental health. Prone to making self-depreciating jokes and the occasional bout of dark humor.[break][break]
+ Is incredibly frugal. Will stretch a dollar as far as it goes and then some. Is the breadwinner of the family to his mother’s confusion, delight, and concern. Always pays his mother’s bills and the like before he does anything for himself. Currently is paying his tuition out of pocket.
[break][break]
+ Is an on-call doctor. Keeps all of his gear inside of a retro backpack with a lot of different compartments stitched into it per his request from a special tailor. Usually helps out even in civilian settings citing that he’s a medical student rather than an operative for an underground revolution. Makes for an easier icebreaker.[break][break]
+ Sings to himself when he is feeling distressed, wanting to distract himself, or needs background noise. His clients usually have a choice for the song they’d like to hear when he is working on them. Otherwise, he just plays what he wants. Most can tell if he’s nearby because of the music thrumming from his headphones unless he’s wearing the noise-cancelling ones.[break][break]
+ Can speak Spanish fluently and will tell no one how or why.[break][break]
+ Has a habit of nerd-ranting, which is spewing information from the top of his head when asked a question until he eventually notices what he’s doing and comes to a stop.
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TRIGGER WARNING mentions of blood, death, kidnapping, attempted suicide and desenstization.[break][break][break]
The call comes when he least expects it but there has never been a moment where it was the opposite. No one plans to need to have themselves sewn up to keep their insides from becoming their outsides, but the fact that he receives the call is all he needs to know. The book left open and hiding his face from view is set aside, legs dropping from the desk they’re propped up on. A quick glance over his shoulder at his roommate’s back slowly rising and falling as he slept deeply, oblivious as Fitz flitted around the room grabbing his belongings carefully hidden beneath objects otherwise mundane, then stepping out with nary a sound. He wonders when the motions had gotten easier. When was he able to slip in and out of rooms with ease to fulfill his duty? What lie would he have to tell upon coming back to a frazzled RA and a confused roommate?[break][break]
It didn’t matter, he deduced as he opened the message. Denying the call wasn’t an option. [break][break][break]
Yet, it was in these moments when the world was quiet and the sky was painted in shades of honey gold, violet and pink that his mind began to wander.
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Some would have called it a lapse of judgment. Others would have called it a moment of insanity. The cold steel of a gun’s barrel pressed to his temple, snug beneath wild locks of brown hair pushed aside to better situate it against his temple, gaze boring into the eyes of the man across from him. His own reflection in the lenses of his glasses, tired, worn, eyes half-lidded and fist curled up and pressed to his knee but otherwise determined. There were others in the room but the Doctor was all that he could see. This man, he was certain, would have him killed if he wouldn’t comply.[break][break]
But there was no reason not to. A shortcut though it may have been, the Operation would have given him what he wanted — a chance at his family’s happiness. And he would take that over anything.[break][break]
Perhaps the Doctor looks him in the eyes, perhaps he already knows, perhaps he had Fitz’s diagnosis before he even knew he was tested — either way, Fitz squeezes the trigger and never looks away.[break][break][break]
The heart of a man was a simple one. And no one loved more than him.
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Walking home, his pack slung over his shoulder and a weariness behind his eyes that caused them to ache with wanting to close — forever if possible. The first few times, when he closes his eyes, sees the crimson painted across the asphalt or the tarp that catches every drop like rain in a barrel. The body left propped up, lifeless and frozen with — [break][break]
The door swings open and slams on its hinges, a younger girl barreling out with her arms outstretched and unfiltered glee in her laugh as she clings to his middle. His tired scowl and weary eyes are quickly morphed into a wide smile brimming with joy as he swung her around, lifting her into the air, forgoing his pack to listen to her laughter. Their mother, wiping her hands clean, beckons them inside and presses a kiss to his cheek.[break][break]
He’s content. It’s easier not to remember the red, the smell of smoke from a gun still warm from the friction caused by the pull of a trigger, the call of ‘Stitch’ from faces he loathed to see.[break][break]
He almost forgets.[break][break]
Until his mother reminds him to pick up his bag and as he looks back, he knows there is no forgetting. [break][break][break]
Not if he wants to keep what he’s defending.
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But then the memory falls back into place.
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Letters written in scrawl with dried edges splotched with water — he thinks it’s tears but he’s not sure nor does he want to know because if so then that means another dam has been broken. If so that means another question will keep him up late at night. So he folds the letters, binds them together, and sets them in a place where no one can find them. He’d like to say that he would keep them in his heart, locked deep down in a place where none can reach it, but his heart has been split and minced and diced between too many souls who walk freely in and out of his life —[break][break]
This particular one had long since withered and died but on occasion when he reads that familiar script, he can feel it beat and the tears sting in the back of his eyes, threatening to spill but are quickly wiped away as he turns to his sister with a smile. His mother lingering in the doorway, watching him with bated breath and a tight smile as his sister begs him to read the letter again.[break][break]
The one meant for them, he reads aloud, the one meant for him — he buries without a sound.
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A mess of contradictions. A hypocrite who refuses penance. He knows what he is but he finds out new things about himself everyday.
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Like the boy that he pulled from the dredges of his parent’s shadow, fussed and fought with — armed with barbed words and double-edged statements that brought them just as close as it pushed them apart. Laughter echoing in the awkward silence between rough kisses that left his lips tingling and his chest aching as he reached then pulled his hand away, hiding behind another lie upon another until the day came where the mask fell away — it was only for a second but that second was enough for him to realize he’d made a mistake.
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That he had seen a glimpse of what lied behind his disguise.
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Speaking the words aloud with a smile, he said, ”You gotta jump.”
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And for the first time, he felt connected with someone else who wanted nothing more than to pick his carefully placed calm apart.
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When he breathes out, the soft whimpering of a lost soul fills the silence left by his momentary pause. He glances at a man beaten violet and crimson, his eye swollen, skin muddled with scars and wounds that would never heal as long as he was alive. A quick glance to the clock as he pulled a small hand mirror from his pocket, holding it in front of the man’s face to gauge his breathing. His breath fogged the class and Fitz nodded, turning on his heel, the tarp shifting beneath the soles of his worn sneakers.
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As he walked away, a broken whimpering voice cried, ”They’re.. going to kill me..”
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And Fitz blinked slowly, thinking of this man who could have just as easily been anyone he knew. Anyone he cared for. Anyone he loved.
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And it was for that reason, he never looks back.
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