Cisco backup

thethunderdoesntbotherme:

fransciscoramon:

Cisco chuckled. “That would be quite the gift then! Forever glow necklaces! I’ll check it out, see what I can do about it all, hmm?” He said, smiling at the woman.

“I don’t think anyone would wear them again. Their just a bit tight, I think someone over looked that design flaw.” She chuckled lightly. “So what brought you to the party? Work? Friends?”

“More like peer pressure. I’m not much of a party guy, as you can probably tell by my attire. I went because my friends were going, essentially. Free food, free alcohol….” He trailed off, watching as people were running about the room, still panicking. “What about yourself?”

Red Means Stop || Open

markmardoned:

fransciscoramon:

“Why do you have a purse?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “Nevermind, let me see the screwdrivers and stuff. Is there a mirror in there?”

He gave a sharp grin, “Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies, but unless you want us both to die by getting encased in gold rather than blowing up you’d better keep this to yourself,” Mark said and pulled a couple of small screwdrivers out of the bag, and some other pointy things that looked like they’d be good opening something, and slid them, and a compact mirror over to the younger man. “You know what you’re doing right?”

“I’m sure Lisa won’t mind. She tolerates me enough.” Cisco said with a grin, taking the tools from Mark. “Yes I know what I’m doing. I’m an engineer. I make things like this, I’m sure I can take it apart.” Cisco brought the screwdriver up to the collar with a shaky hand, with the mirror in the other. “If I just wouldn’t have gotten wasted tonight, I would have been able to help everyone.” He muttered under his breath as he shakily tried to fit the screwdriver.

Red Means Stop || Open

markmardoned:

fransciscoramon:

“Some time? Yeah, thanks bud. I really needed to know that.” He said with a hint of sarcasm. “No, it probably wouldn’t. It would probably set the whole thing off. Do you think there are any tools around? Maybe a janitor’s closet or something?” He asked, standing up. “Maybe you can help me.”

Mark tilted his head a little at Cisco’s question, and couldn’t help but laugh. “Tools? I don’t know what you need exactly but…” he held up the bag he was carrying – Lisa’s purse – and shook it. There had been a number of reasons he hadn’t put it down, partly because he needed a place to stash all the stuff he’d been taking, and partly because it wasn’t like a Snart to go anywhere unprepared. Mark pulled out a smaller black bag, mentally apologizing about going through a woman’s purse, but Lisa would have to get over it. “It’s used to stealing, not defusing bombs, but there are screw drivers, and picks and shit in there. Maybe it could help?”

“Why do you have a purse?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “Nevermind, let me see the screwdrivers and stuff. Is there a mirror in there?”

notpurple-violet:

Violet sighed. “I know, Cisco. I know. Hey, let’s try to get you a little more sober, okay?” She stood up and held out her hand for him to take. “I need to stop thinking about my boyfriend being gone as well.”

“That sounds like a swell plan. Are there waterbottles at the bar? Or just alcohol?” He said, taking her hand and pushing himself off the ground. “He’s coming back, don’t worry. He always comes back.“

drcait-snow:

fransciscoramon:

“‘Kay! Text me if you need my mechanical engineering mind, ‘kay Cait? I’ll try and help. I’m sorry I got drunk. I had a bad feeling about this whole thing.” He hollered toward the door where he assumed Cait was standing. He washed his hands and opened the door. “I’ll get a waterbottle and try and find my sister.”

When he opened the door she nodded once and this time could not help but hug Cisco “Good luck” She muttered “And please, don’t die, text me if you need me, okay?” With that, she pulled herself from him and sighed, well, now she was going to look for some people that needs help and do something about it.

“I’ll try not to die, Cait. Don’t worry about me. Go save some lives.” He smiled at his friend before he turned and walked the other way.

Red Means Stop || Open

markmardoned:

Mark checked his watch (it was his watch now at least) and shrugged his shoulders, “eh, there’s still time before that happens,” he said and reached up and grabbed his own collar sending a volt of lightning through it to short it out now that he knew it was safe and bomb free. He eyed the still red collar, “That probably wouldn’t work on your collar would it?” It’d actually probably blow it up now that he thought about it rationally. Thank god he hadn’t tried that with his collar previously.

“Some time? Yeah, thanks bud. I really needed to know that.” He said with a hint of sarcasm. “No, it probably wouldn’t. It would probably set the whole thing off. Do you think there are any tools around? Maybe a janitor’s closet or something?” He asked, standing up. “Maybe you can help me.”

saralancecanaray:

Sara felt the tickle in her foot, it was like a shock to her system. Stumbling backwards, her body snapping back from it’s perilous assault on the man before her. She felt completely drained, her hands trembled as she tried to assess the damage she could have done. “I’m..I’m sorry. I..I didn’t you..what..I’m sorry, Cisco.” She stumbled over her words feeling sick to her stomach. “Stay away from me, please. Just stay away…”

“Sara, it’s okay. Your collar isn’t the bomb. You’re safe.” His hands were at his neck, and one of his hands covered the red that was on his own collar. “You should get out of here, I should stay and help remove the collars.” This whole exchange had pulled him from acting like his drunk self and brought him back to reality.

fyeahkillervibe:

killervibe in every episode | 1×01: Pilot
↳ “I’m Cisco Ramon, she’s Caitlin–Dr. Snow.”

“So it’s not boring”

notpurple-violet:

fransciscoramon:

“We were trying to protect you from all the bad that’s out there in Central City. We did it ‘cause we love and care about you a whole lot.” Cisco brought his hand up to his collar again, trying to pull it off.

Violet sighed, reaching out and taking his hand. “Cisco stop. What if you press the wrong button and it blows. Just… Relax, alright? Sober up first before you start trying to get it off.”

“It’s just annoying. I should have known not to put some random piece of technology on my person, let alone around my neck. I’m a freaking mechanical engineer for pete’s sake!” Cisco yelled into the void that was the empty balcony, frustrated.

saralancecanaray:

Sara couldn’t process the man’s words, the world was so painfully distorted. The false cries of her name like voices mocking her. Trust toed a fine line to betrayal. It was easy to have your back turned in confident all the while someone plunges an arrow into it. Her jaw clenched as she applied more pressure onto Cisco’s neck. Her gaze glossy, lost in the nightmare.

Cisco’s vision was beginning to get hazy. Not drunk hazy, more like about-to-pass-out hazy. He tried pushing her foot from his neck, but it only pushed down harder. Although this isn’t how he wanted to tell people, he decided to use his still-developing powers to get himself out of this. He focused the pain that was always lingering in his head into the tips of his fingers and pointed them at Sara’s foot that was crushing his trachea. The small vibrations radiated from his fingers toward Sara’s foot and it slowly shimmied off his neck, allowing him to roll away and lean against the wall. “What the hell, Sara?”