Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Nov 17, 2018 20:04:46 GMT -5
The loud slap of a body hitting the mat hit him before the pain did. By the time the pain registered, Reyes was already surging to his feet and dodging the next blow. He ducked a right hook, blocked a left jab, and launched into the offensive. He threw a powerful left hook, but the blow was blocked - as expected. Before he had even finished the punch, he spun fast and drove the heel of his foot into his opponent's side. He stumbled away with a grunt, only to find Reyes’s other foot in his way. Down he went, and Reyes followed. He drove his knee into his opponent’s chest, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and swung.
Reyes’s fist collided with the mat beside his head. He flinched away with a hiss, but after a fierce staring contest, he slapped the mat in admittance of his defeat.
With just the smallest smirk, Reyes shoved off the larger man and got to his feet. The crowd was ear piercingly loud around him, but he ignored them as he crossed the mat and ducked under the rope. His coach was waiting, his triumphant grin much more pronounced than Reyes’s. He slapped Reyes’s shoulder in congratulations before guiding him through the crowd to their private corner.
“You did good, kid,” Frederick Jensen said, still smiling as he handed his protégé a water bottle. “You let him put you on your ass on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Reyes answered simply before raising the bottle to his lips and downing the contents. It was the only way he could have gotten past The Mammoth’s defenses. Most guys his size didn’t have a strong defense because they thought their strength would win them the fight no matter what, but this one had been smart as well as strong, with a powerful defense and a well-thought out plan of attack. Too bad Reyes was smarter, and faster.
Jensen nodded, suspicions confirmed. “You know, kid, it never ceases to amaze me how you manage to come out on top after letting your opponent hit you silly or knock you on your ass. Do you do that because you like getting hit or something? Cause we both know you can win without the dramatics.”
Reyes tossed the empty water bottle into the garbage across the cleared space, then caught the towel Jensen tossed him. He ran it down his face, then over his damp hair, before leaving it to hang around his shoulders. He started unwrapping his hands, and it wasn’t until he was half done that he finally said, “Isn’t the dramatics what everyone comes here to see? They don’t care who wins; they just want a good show.”
The pointed look Jensen sent him said he hadn’t missed Reyes’s lack of an actual answer, but before he could inquire further, his other trainee appeared, ready for his own match. Reyes bid the young man good luck, pointedly ignored Jensen’s look telling him this conversation wasn’t over, and moved further away from the fight ring as they moved toward it.
As the crowd started going nuts again, eager for the next fight, Reyes snatched his bag from the floor where he'd left it and sat heavily on the ratty couch sitting unused in the corner. He rolled up his wraps and shoved them in the bag. As he was withdrawing his hand, his cell phone lit up with an email notification.
Expecting a new job offer, Reyes pulled out the phone and swiped the screen on. What he saw had his brows shooting up. What the hell gibberish is this? His gaze moved over the text thrice before he realized it was some kind of cipher and sighed. He dropped the phone back in his bag. He didn’t have time for it now; he had another fight - this one less legal then the last one - to win before the night was done. Whoever wanted his attention could wait.
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Post by . on Nov 17, 2018 22:16:27 GMT -5
Baking was fun. Maybe it was stupid, but that was one of her favorite ways to ease stress. Lately, she'd been feeling very on edge and she blamed it on her position. Yes, chemistry. Science. Intelligence. It was her territory. Her domain. She should be comfortable with it - and she was - but that didn't mean she was confident with it. It wasn't even the work itself that she disliked. It was the fear of being caught. The fear of what would follow - imprisonment. Death. Torture.
She shuddered slightly and tried to push the fears from her mind. If Jayden could do this, so could she. She leaned over to her iPhone, bringing up her 'happytime' playlist - the music she played when she needed to banish the bad thoughts from her mind. An upbeat Christmas song began to play and Lily grinned as she found herself dancing around the kitchen and occasionally joining the singer and using one of her measuring cups as a microphone.
Lily was just at home - like always - when she received Collie's message. While she'd never met any of the other group members, she knew that Collie and Jayden had had some sort of relationship in college. A sort of friendship? Something like that. Lily liked Collie - she did - but she was second guessing this whole group thing. Sure, she'd wanted to do what her brother had devoted his life to and she wanted to help Collie, but she was beginning to fear she wasn't cut out for this life.
She was thinking this over again as she stood at the oven, pulling out a pan of freshly baked cookies. Her phone buzzed where it sat on the counter a few feet away, so she went over to check it. Collie. She frowned slightly at the fact that she was receiving a coded message on the phone reserved strictly for the group. She sighed and took her time to decode the message. When she saw what it said, she found her grip on the phone tightening and she ran her fingers through her hair. This was not good. This was very not good. This was bad. Horrible. Terrible. Not good.
What have you done, Collie?
Suddenly, she felt sick. The message was not a good one and she suddenly realized that her fears were about to come true. They'd been caught, hadn't they? She could only hope it wasn't Collie that had slipped up or been hacked herself. At the same time, she knew that the woman was the only one with any sort of contact to the rest of the group. While Lily had been curious, she'd never made a move to ask Collie who else they were working with. It just hasn't been her place.
"Jayden..." she murmured, looking at the smiling picture of her and her brother when they were young and happy. Now he was dead and she was living in a very rough neighborhood and devoting herself to the life that had gotten him killed. "What have you gotten us into?" she asked the picture, knowing that Jay wouldn't have been happy with her choice to continue his work. He'd claim it was too dangerous and maybe, for once in his life, he was right about the danger.
She shook her head and packed the freshly baked cookies into a bag while they were still warm and soft. There was no way this meeting could be good news, but maybe cookies would help soften the blow. She grabbed her phones, her cookies, and a dark hoodie that would help her blend in before she got to work on figuring out their meeting place
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Nov 17, 2018 22:19:24 GMT -5
Aiden Reid twenty-four . "all you have is your fire." . the bomber ________________________________________________________ ━ ◈▾✘▾◈ ━ Baking in his underwear was always one of his favorite activities.
A strange thing that most might consider, but for Aiden, it was comfort. The small kitchen counter was a mess, flour powered the soft gray textured top, a bit of clear egg white mixed in from his rather bad job at cracking eggs. Sugar mixed in the spray, among various other drops of this or that. But, even with that, the young man didn't seem to see that. No, his eyes were somewhere else.
Green, bright with fascination, his eyes stared into a candle that was flickering on the ledge of the smaller opening in the wall between his kitchen and living room. Blinds were down, making the apartment darker than normal, keeping out any possibility of neighbors and strangers being able to see him. The flames flickered and did their dance to a song that most did not hear. Aiden heard it. He could hear the special song that the flames rose and danced to, falling and swayed, flickering up and down, with such a way that always drew him in.
Arms crossed over the wooden table top, resting his chin on his left arm, the smooth, soft texture not reaching him as he stared. It was always like this. That small smile came to his lips as he listened, as he stared at the flames, the same excitement always happening. Each day of the week had a routine, a way to keep him better grounded without having to do the thing that he was so afraid of.
He worked a lot, and even then, was almost always on call, his pager ready to wake him up at a moment's notice or to let him jump out of the shower to get dressed, hair soaking, body making his clothes as wet as he was by the time he reached his car. Aiden had one day off in the week, and that day was always a Tuesday. Those were his days. Sometimes he got random days off as well, or he called in because of a fit. Like today.
Wearing a soft black sweater that hung low to his knees, the sleeves having to be rolled up for making the cookies, the young man wore just that shirt and his pink boxers that had white bunnies running across them. It was always warm in his apartment, just as he was always warm as well, just a natural way that his body kept heat.
Today hadn't been the best of days, waking up in a dark world, completely new. It was like he had waken up into eternal darkness and couldn't find his way out. It swallowed up sound, any attempt at calling out being taken from his throat as his lips parted, the words being taken and disappeared. He had been alone in that world, wandering until he came to find a hole in this darkness. It shown light, and hopeful, he had ran to it. But the moment he peeked into it, arms reached up and grabbed him, pulling him down, claws going after his neck, his shoulder. For some reason, he felt the pain ever his burn marks, even though he normally couldn't. They dragged him down, making him infinitely fall as he fought off the arms grabbing at him, choking him, He cried for help but they grabbed his words and took them as well. And then he hit the ground, so sudden and fast, it made it impossible to breathe, in addition to the struggles he already had as it was. Finally, he had just found a corner and curled up in the softness and put his hands over his ears, trying to block out the horrid sounds, the voices, the screams, the pain of hearing all of those things.
It was dark by the time the ache finally began to go away, the wave of voices crashing down on him finally leaving. He noticed he had scratched at himself again and gave a shaky, tired sigh and he glanced around him. In his stuffed animal room, it seemed that he was finding himself to 'wake up' from. A giant panda bear sat in the corner, he had been hugging the wall by his closet, and he slowly crawled to it to just cuddle into it and let his emotions settle, biting his lip, holding back the emotions from it, letting himself settle, letting everything slowly come back to him. Blood and tears both made the fur become wet, something he'd clean off later, carefully.
Rare occasions happened where he felt cold, and right now, just in his boxers, he definitely felt that. But he didn't feel the energy, the will to get up. His heart was racing, he was still blurry eyed and unsure of everything. His head hurt from all the voices that had been screaming, in a chorus of hatred, fear and anger, so many different things dragging him down into a pit of negativity.
Eventually, he did find his way to his own bedroom and put on one of his sweaters, his feet bringing him to the kitchen before he knew it. Of course, it was natural that he would automatically go to baking. He was extremely hungry, he probably hadn't eaten all day and he needed to stay hydrated. So he decided to make some cookies, a comfort food. Peanut butter cookies with Hershey's kisses in the middle.
When his phone buzzed, snapping him from his daze of watching the fire, he had originally thought his cookies were done. It seemed like only five minutes that he had them in, but perhaps time had flown by? He unlocked the screen and blinked as he saw it was an email. No, it wasn't his alarm for his cookies.
Aiden blinked as he read it, trying to comprehend what it meant. He didn't get all the gibberish, but he did know the numbers. They were coordinates. He didn't understand anything of that, he wasn't the brightest nor did he try to claim to be, but he did know that. Grabbing a sharpie and writing it down on his non-burnt arm, he wrote the numbers and the put the cap back on as he deleted the email, figuring it was something for work. He'd find out when he got there.
Plugging the numbers into a map, he squinted at his screen until he found where it was supposed to lead him and, once again, wrote on his arm the place he was supposed to go so he could get directions. He felt too shaky to walk and be out in public, but he couldn't really drive or interact with others like this either. Walking would be easier with music, right? So walking it was.
Glancing at the oven, he gave a small sigh. Despite the fit he had came out of, the thought of a job excited him and made him smile. Blowing things up, setting things on fire? Now that... that made him very happy. That would definitely help melt away the emotions and delusion he had been in, help put the voices in their place. It was always a wonderful thing to go to after a day like this.
Lifting up his arm and taking a sniff, however, made him crinkle his nose. "Ew." A soft comment to himself as he got up and glanced back at the oven. A quick shower would be nice and refreshing anyways. So he grabbed his clothes, his real work clothes, and got int he shower to quickly rinse and wash, and get dressed, ignoring his sopping wet hair for the most part. He wasn't going to get fully dressed until his cookies were ready.
A few minutes later, his phone buzzed and he took them out, breathing in the sweet, beautiful scent of freshly baked, home-made from scratch cookies. He was going to let them originally cool, but his stomach ached and he wanted them, and he wanted them now, so, despite the burning in his mouth, he bit down into one, having used his nerve-shot hand to pick one off of the pan enjoying the sweet taste, and in a way, even the burn of the hot food. He had gotten very used to the pain of burning, even in his mouth.
His hair had already started curling, much to his annoyance and he gave a sigh as he glanced at the time. Better to go now, right? He had no idea what was waiting for him, he didn't even get a date or time from that, just coordinates, so he assumed he should leave now, right? His on-the-go bag was ready in the closet by the door, so he packed the cookies and wrapped them in a soft towel before moving to put them in his bag that held... various different 'tools' of his.
Aiden went back into the bathroom, putting on his mask and wrapping his scarf around his neck, first going for his mouth and nose mask, and then putting on his eye mask, to help his his face even more, topping it all off with his hood that draped down to the mask, clipping it from his home-made way of staying hidden. Gloves and boots were the final touches and once he was done, he was ready to go, making sure he had everything with him. He paused at the bedroom, before going in and grabbing Buns from his bed and putting him in his pocket before moving out the door and locking the apartment.
Time to go.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Nov 17, 2018 23:30:12 GMT -5
Five hours and not one but two more victories later, Reyes shouldered open his front door and stepped into his dark and silent apartment. Without bothering to flick the lights on, he shut and locked the door behind him, then tossed his keys onto the little table sitting beside the door. He moved deeper into the small space, his boots making faint thuds on the wood floors with every step. He stopped in the kitchen, where he dropped his gym bag on the two person table before continuing to the fridge.
Normally he wouldn't leave his stuff like that, but he was too tired to bother putting everything away right now. He wanted food, a shower, and sleep - and not necessarily in that order. Leaving the bag in plain sight on the table would ensure it was the first thing he dealt with in the morning.
He pulled out a box of leftover food from the fridge and tossed it into the microwave. Once it was going, he wandered away. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it in the doorless hall closet by the front door, and peeled off his sweat-soaked t-shirt on his way back. He dropped it on his bag as he walked by, only to stop two paces from the table and turn back.
Sitting in the center of the table was a cell phone. A cell phone that had not been there when he left that morning.
Distantly, he heard the high-pitched beep of the microwave announcing it was done, but Reyes ignored it as he slowly approached the table again. Head canted to one side, he stared down at the phone for a solid minute before he picked it up. His thumb hovered over the home button for a second before he pushed it. The screen lit up, with a text notification front and centre. Eyes narrowing slightly, Reyes clicked it.
to the hateful eight,
we have a proposition for you
you are all to join together to complete a few tasks for us
steal the hope diamond and kidnap the president.
we will release your identities to the public if you fail
you have two weeks
- pure gray
“Hijo de puta,” Reyes growled. He hardly noticed his use of his native language. He clenched his fist around the phone, hard enough it emitted a faint creak in protest, and stalked through the house, one room at a time, looking for the entry point of whoever had put that phone on his dining table. Whoever it was was good, but not as good as the Pickpocket was rumoured to be, as evidenced by the small, barely noticeable tread mark they left on the windowsill in his bedroom. Likely from trying to keep their balance after tripping into his house.
Reyes almost put his fist through the window, but settled for opening it and throwing the cell phone out it instead. He watched it hit the building across the alley and shatter before falling to the ground in little pieces. With a darkly satisfied smirk, he slammed the window shut and stalked back to the kitchen. He tossed his shirt out of the way, distantly aware that it landed in the sink halfway across the room, and yanked open his gym bag.
He pulled his cell out and turned around, leaning back against the table. He was tall enough, and it short enough, that he was almost sitting on it. He opened the email he’d received earlier and read it again - or tried to read it, because it was still nothing but gibberish.
Muttering more curses, in a mix of Spanish and English, he left the room again and went to his computer desk in the living room. He sat, his fingers slapping the space bar to wake the machine. While he waited, he yanked the chain of the desktop lamp with one hand and grabbed a piece of paper from the stack in the desk drawer with the other. He snatched the pen he’d left laying across his keyboard and started writing out the contents of the email.
Twenty minutes later, after lots of writing and scribbling, and more cursing that bordered on a temper tantrum, Reyes stared down at the decoded message.
it's been so long since our past visit, maybe you all could meet me? i'm afraid none of us are well at the moment. our friends are worried about us.
meet me at 38.901495, -77.011364 . 9am.
its urgent, don't ignore this, and you better write fast bc the email's gonna delete itself
Or something to that degree. Something went wrong with the last part of the message. Either the Hacker had been slacking when they made the cipher, or maybe something went screwy after the message was sent, but the last bit was more of a rough guess as to the hidden message, not the actual one.
Not that it mattered. It was enough to set him moving again. He had a lot to do, none of which were the things he’d had planned for tonight. And that only pissed him off more. He sure as hell hoped the Hacker knew how to duck.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 18, 2018 1:25:32 GMT -5
Collie Duval "Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one-sided and easily processed. Yet every misshapen spark's unseen beauty is greater than its would-be judgment."
"Take a right on Georgia...hmm..." Should she cross the street? Maybe stop and look at a couple of windows? She needed to look like a passerby, not any sort of measurable threat. Coming to this conclusion, the Hacker slowed her pace, pausing to "admire" some jewelry. She wasn't the jewelry type though if she were to be honest here. Too bright, too jangly at times. She had two accessories that she considered almost permanent. A small locket and a leather-banded watch. Things that glittered and clanked just...weren't her thing. Far too noticeable, far too likely to be identified, or fall off and get lost and identify her.
Watching...watching...
She had the acute feeling that she was being watched. Those were tricky, really. She had to identify if there was actually a threat, or if she was just letting her nerves get the better of her.
"Take a deep breath, pause, look around. Indulge it, but don't let it control you." Following these instructions, the Hacker stopped, using the darkly tinted window in a building to her right as a mirror to scan the area. Look natural, look natural...
Breathe in, scan the area, breathe out. Nothing looked out of place - or like anyone had taken notice of her, at least.
Continuing on her trek, the blonde finally reached her destination, an old, abandoned brick warehouse. Its roof was moldering, and the bricks were stained with soot, but it was secure. Or as secure as she could get on such a short notice, at least.
Taking one last, long look around, Collie kept walking down the street.
The entrance was right there, sure, but that would be imbecilic. The hacker rounded the corner of the street, and then the next corner to double around and get behind the building. Once she reached the building for real, she boosted herself over the fence, using a trash can as a stepladder. Heaving herself over the chain link fence, she straightened out her jacket and made her way towards the back door.
Once inside, she took another deep breath of the dusty air, willing to keep herself calm. She didn't need to fall apart right now. She was having as good of a day as she could get, and succumbing to panic would help no one.
A sharp click broke the heavy, musty silence as Collie loaded a round into her pistol, holding it before her as she swept from room to room, making sure there were no...unwanted visitors.
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 18, 2018 1:28:09 GMT -5
Well, here I go. The sound of Kat's boots clicking against the tile floor sounded a bit like a horse as it echoed through the bar. She stepped outside and walked out towards the street, tossing her hand up at cars driving down the street, trying to hail a cab. She quickly glanced around at the people walking past her on the streets. There weren't a lot of things Kat hated more than being out on the streets in a busy city at night, yes she could handle herself, but not in every situation. Her hand quickly fell to her side and she crossed her arms over her chest as a cab driving in her direction quickly flashed its lights at her.
Kat was currently wearing a loose, light-blue top with a black leather jacket over it along with a pair of dark skinny jeans and black heeled booties. She quickly strutted over to the cab when it pulled up to the curb next to her. She opened the door and sat down inside, pulling her phone out to get the name of the coffee shop that The Hacker sent in the message.
"Where to?" asked the cab driver as he pulled away from the curb and started driving.
"That coffee shop off on the corner of Harvard and 17th." Kat replied, turning to look out the window. She let out an irritated sigh and started clacking her nails against the seat next to her.
How did Pure Gray find out their identities? That was one thought wrapped around Kat's mind during the cab ride. For the past two years she was beyond careful when it came to spending habits, jobs, and anything that might put her on the internet so she stay off the grid for the most part, but slightly on it to make sure no one got suspicious. She pulled out her phone and mindless scrolled through social media for the rest of the car ride, trying to get her mind off of the situation and alleviate some of her anger. Kat had completely zoned out during the rest of the ride and shook her head slightly in surprise when she realized that the cab had stopped. She quickly opened the wallet part of her phone case and handed the cab driver the fair plus some extra.
"Keep the change." She called to the driver as she opened the door and stepped out of the cab. She stood on the sidewalk for a moment, staring at the coffee shop as she heard the cab drive away.
A small bell jingled on the door as Kat stepped inside, and she glanced around the shopping, noting the counter in the center with a pastry window, a large bulletin board in the corner and a lot of cute booths and chairs and tables that didn't match, but had a nice aesthetic that Kat appreciated.
Wandering over to the line in front of the counter, Kat could smell all the pastries cooking in the back, which caused her stomach to grumble a bit, oh yeah maybe I should eat something today. Once reaching the counter, Kat ordered a cappuccino and a a chocolate muffin with peppermint frosting from the pastry window, only glancing at the window.
While she waited on her coffee, Kat snacked on her muffin and tried to figure out, why this place? She check her phone, no new messages, no weird things on the WiFi. She walked over to the large bulletin board in the corner with posts for everything from lost dogs to jobs to small community events going on and...a small note in the corner, almost hidden under a message about something going on in DC.
try the pudding
H8
Kat's eyes filled with a new sort of rage that she didn't even think was possible. A PAPER TRAIL? She took a few deep breaths, a bite of her muffin. Kat pulled out her phone and took a picture of the message along with the one next to it about DC. Her head perked up as she heard her order number called out. She walked over to the counter and grabbed her cappuccino, taking a sip as she looked around the cafe again, pudding? What kind of cafe would have- Kat's thoughts were interrupted as she saw something at the bottom of the menu hung from the ceiling.
#3 Winter swirl pudding - a mix of chocolate and vanilla with a brownie in the middle. $5.99
Kat made a note of the pudding on the menu and started looking at all of the clues The Hacker had left behind. Winter. #3. DC. After a bit of Googling, Kat's searches left her with 3 Winter street, DC, an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Kat typed the address into Google maps trying to gauge when she should leave in the morning to catch the metro and as soon as she tapped route on her phone, a small message appeared on her phone, for only about ten seconds, then disappeared.
9 am. Well, better find somewhere to stay the night. She thought, finishing off the rest of her muffin and throwing away her nearly-full coffee cup as she left the cafe. She walked down the street a ways, her hand in her pocket, clutched around the pepper spray that she kept there, just in case. A smirk came over Kat's lips when she finally came across a bar and it deepened when she saw a group of college boys downing shots at the bar counter. Always cheaper than an Airbnb, Kat thought to herself as she walked into the bar and casually sat down at the bar counter across from the group of college guys.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Nov 18, 2018 3:19:29 GMT -5
Aiden Reid twenty-four . "all you have is your fire." . the bomber ________________________________________________________ ━ ◈▾✘▾◈ ━ Trains. They went fast. They existed. They were small. They were crowded. They weren't enjoyable. There was no space to breathe, to think. Aiden could only grit his teeth and swallow thickly as he boarded with his luggage in hand, not letting anyone take it from him. It was going to be a shorter trip anyways, right? He only brought his one suitcase, plus his travel bag, so that'd be fine.
Granted, his... less legal job paid well so he could afford it if he needed to go out and buy things, but even so, it wasn't the fact that he had to buy them so much as he had to go out to buy them. First class, as always, he got on board and sat down, closing his eyes. His fingers began to play a song on the piano without him even realizing it, his fingers tapping to where the keys normally would be, the sound coming to mind automatically.
A comforting sound, despite everything going on around him. He was a bit exhausted anyways and it'd be a bit of a trip.Even so, his gloved hand rose up to make sure everything on his face was secure before closing his eyes and leaning his head back into the cushioned seat, his muscles relaxing slightly. The piano's notes echoed in his mind, rushing over the different sounds around him, over the soft whispers in the back of his mind.
Sleep did not come easy. Aiden wasn't the type to wake up screaming, but rather he woke up in a cold sweat, stiff and rigid, paralyzed from the fear and stress of what happened. It was often that he had this nightmare, the same one, repeating, over and over. It wasn't one that would ever go away, nor did he expect it ever to. It always happened at least once a night.
Aiden, he heard his mother's voice whisper, soft and warm.
"Mom?" he asked, blinking open his eyes. He was no longer on the train, but in his old house, sitting on the floor, hugging Rose close to his chest. His bright green eyes looked up at his mother, her beautiful ginger hair shining just as he remembered it. He took in the sweet scent of her, how she always smelled like pine trees and winter's first snow. Tears began to fill his eyes as he leaped up and wrapped his arms around her, only for her to move away, smiling sadly. "Mom...?" She got up, shaking her head.
No, sweetheart, he heard his mother's voice say, though her mouth didn't move. I'm not here. I never will be. His fingers went to tangle themselves in Rose's soft pastel pink mane, swallowing a bit thickly as he looked up at her. He felt sticky, he felt warm. It was too hot, it was too warm, everything was beginning to be too hot. The temperature was rising, it was too hot-
Fire.
Everything was on fire, it poured down from the walls like a waterfall, a monstrous creature coming from the smoke, grinning evilly as it snatched Rose from his arms. "Rose!" he called out, reaching desperately for the pastel pink pegasus. And then, he watched as the creature grabbed his mother with another set of hands. "Mom!" It was hard to breathe, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. Smoke was filling his lungs, he didn't have his equipment. Where was his respirator? He couldn't breathe, it was too hot.
He reached for his bag, but it wasn't there, everything was on fire, it was burning up, it was hurting him. Aiden blinked as he looked around him. This wasn't fire, this was a hellish play of his mind. The flames didn't dance, they cried out, lashed out, screaming in pain, as if he were hearing his own mother in the flames upon her last moments, absorbing and taking away light instead of producing it. These were not real flames, but nightmare fuel, quite literally.
The smoke burned his eyes and he wheezed, falling to his knees, trying to crawl under the smoke, but it began pressing down on him like a trap. And then there was blinding pain, indescribable pain. Across his shoulders, his back, his neck, his arms. Burning away his clothes, his skin, everything. And no matter how much he cried for help, his mother could only stand there and watch, the monster long having disappeared. Instead, his mother tore up Rose before his eyes and smiled, walking away from him. You are such a disappointment. No wonder I died.
That's not true! he wanted to scream, but when he opened his mouth, all he could do was cry out in more pain. It was unbearable, it hurt so badly, everything hurt, it was too hot. Just when the pain was starting to get stable, a new wave of weight was added, his ribs and shoulder blades cracking, hurting, breaking.
Gasping silently, his green eyes opened up to the real world, escaping the pain of reliving that moment over and over. The flames hadn't scared him, they hadn't made him fearful. The beam falling down, losing his mother, losing his home, losing everything he held dear, that is what made it always come back to haunt him. It was dark out still, but a good amount of time had passed. In fact, he was nearly here.
But it wasn't time, was it? No, it was much too late. But he had gotten a text and came down as fast as he could. Even as the train came to a stop, he was mostly unsure what to do, going back on his work phone to check what he needed to do. But there wasn't anything for him to do, what he was supposed to be told. Stepping off the train, his hidden green eyes searched around, unsure of what to do, feeling uneasy with being so close to so many people, the slightest brush to his arm making his skin crawl.
Trapped. He felt trapped. The urge to light a match was extremely high, but he would be caught here. He couldn't do it right here. Later. First, his job. Focus, he thought to himself softly. He put in his headphones carefully and started listening to a certain old movie's soundtrack and took in a deep breath.
First thing's first, the coordinates. His job came before everything as long as his mind could handle it. He was exhausted, but he had work to do. So, instead of calling a cab, because he hated doing that, he didn't trust the drivers, he walked along DC with his suitcase in hand and travel bag on his shoulder, going down sidewalks, green eyes looking between the phone screen and signs.
1:45 AM.
Very late into the night, extremely early into the morning. Aiden was exhausted to begin with, only sleeping with that last nightmare on the train, dealing with his other issues for most of the day. Even so, he had a job to do, one that would perk him up, right? It was going to be worth it, it always was worth the trouble.
He came up to a coffee shop, where the coordinates lead him to. The twenty-four year old blinked as he looked at it and then back down at the phone. No one was here and there wasn't any instructions. Ugh, it didn't open until something like six in the morning, right? He had three and a half hours to kill by the time he got there.
So, he waited.
Some people might've gotten a hotel room, some might've gone to a bar, or a park. Something other than lean against the wall and wait. But that's what Aiden did. He pulled out a hidden box of matches and struck it, his eyes lighting up with the dance against the dark, focusing on that instead of what was going to have to be asked of him. He heard the song again, as he watched the flames dance and move, twisting and telling a story. He didn't flinch as the match burnt down to his gloved finger-tips, merely just pulling out another match, waiting, just out of reach of the cameras that he had looked for upon arriving.
Time passed and he had ran out of matches by the time the opening person got there. His hands suddenly were cold and clammy, his heart dropped a bit and his stomach twisted, a nauseous feeling hitting him like a punch to the stomach. Ugh, he needed coffee and a muffin, he was absolutely starving. But... looking at hte very confused manager, he swallowed thickly.
"Sir?" she asked. "Is there something I can help you with?"
Oh shit, she was talking to him. Oh no, oh no, she was talking to him, she was looking at him, she was giving him that look, the one that they always gave him. He felt his heart stop, his stomach twisting even more, his muscles tense up. He wanted to leave, he wanted to just go, to light up a match and leave.
"I-I, uh, I was just... waiting for you to open!" his muffled reply came, softly, as he raised a gloved hand to scratch the back of his head, shifting his weight nervously. "Just got here and wanted to come here to try out how good i-it was stated to be." Was that good enough?
She seemed convinced. "Huh. Where you from, pal?" Oh crap.
"Wisconsin." he lied. "Quite a long trip."
"I bet! Well, c'mon over and let's get you ordered up." She was inviting him inside. Deep breaths. Aiden swallowed thickly and nodded as he went inside and looked up at the menu, looking for something, anything. Something caught his eye on the bulletin board, something about pudding and H8. Pudding. There it was. Winter Swirl. "What do you want, bud?" Breathe.
It'll be okay, he told himself as he shut his eyes and tried to relax. No one else but the lady was here, he could talk to people, right? This was fine, this would be fine. His fingers itched to create flame, his hand ached to put together an explosion. But now was not the time. His heart raced and he felt absolutely terrified.
"I'll have t-the blueberry muffin with hot chocolate. O-Oh and the Winter Swirl pudding." He paused and then, breathed, knowing he wouldn't drink the drink if he didn't get a certain feature. "Could you put extra wh-whipped cream and pink sprinkles with the hot ch-chocolate?" She gave a nod, giving him that look again. He hated that look, he didn't want to be here, he felt terrible he didn't want to do this, he didn't want to be here.
"How you gonna eat with that mask on?" Oh, no. Not that. He shifted his weight and swallowed a bit, cracking his knuckles one by one with his thumb, trying to control his breathing. It was fine, this was fine, it was okay. It would be okay. "I'll be right up with all of these." Hot chocolate, a muffin and some pudding.
He paid for his things without saying much more and then quickly going to the corner of the little shop and going on his phone . Winter Swirl, one word or the other. After a bit of searching he found a warehouse with a relation to winter. This must be the place. There was no way he was sticking around, so he just put his muffin in the bag, wrapping it up neatly and taking the hot chocolate and pudding out of the store, balancing both carefully with the pudding on top of the hot chocolate.
Staying around wasn't an option, so he was quick to begin walking to the warehouse until he finally reached it, beyond tired, extremely thirsty and hungry, sweaty and uncomfortable. But, he had reached here, finally. With no instructions that really made sense to him besides to come here. At seven thirty in the morning, the earliest he could get here.
A fence. A smile came to his lips as his tired body finally got to liven up a bit, reaching into his pockets with glee, and then into his travel bag. He took his bags around to the back to where there was be less likely of a chance of him being caught, seeing at the gate was locked. A moment of hesitation came to him as he began to set up, unsure of what he was to do. Was this the right thing? Shouldn't someone be here?
Was... he going to have to wait again? Oh boy. His mask was lifted ever so slightly as to let him pull out his muffin and take a bit as well as sip from the hot chocolate. Aiden would wait. But this time... he was going to relax and sit down as he did so, maybe play on his phone a little. H wasn't going to do anything until he was told otherwise or someone showed up for instructions. Either way, he better get comfy. .
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Post by sempis on Nov 18, 2018 13:57:31 GMT -5
| Andromeda Carter | Driver | 22 | female | @ sempis | x Looks x Andromeda's appearance is a manifestation of who she paints herself to be to the outside world. Wild, untamed, and unapologetic. She stands at 5'6, but the combat boots she wears can boost her an inch or two. Her skin is neither tanned nor fair, but definitely covered in freckles. The freckles are thickest on her face, shoulders, and forearms, and she has several tattoos. She has the phases of the moon tattooed down her upper spine, the planets on her left forearm, and a star on her right clavicle. Andromeda is left handed, and often wears rings. Her triangular shaped face is framed by a man of red, wavy hair. Most often, it's tied back into a pony tail. If left down, it would reach down to somewhere around her lower back. Her dark chocolate irises are rimmed even darker, but if the sun hits them right, they lighten several shades. Her eyebrows are thick and arching, most of Andromeda's emotions can be read easily on her face. Her ears are pierced symmetrically, two helixes, lobal, and upper lobal. Andromeda's wardrobe is simple, rarely changing over time. Perhaps a trend or two enters her closet, but otherwise, Andromeda's remained unchanged. One could get lost in the amount of sweatshirts and sneakers she has in her home. Andromeda is rarely seen without jeans and a sweatshirt, and her pair of combat boots. For formal events, Andromeda would not be caught dead in a dress, instead picking one of her suits. x Personality x Outwardly, Andromeda is cold, aloof, seemingly uncaring to the events around her. She's sarcastic, abrupt, and cynical. She's the kind of person people either love or hate, and it seems that she couldn't care less. Most see some degree of themselves in her, the pessimism they either try to embrace or run from. She has immense difficulty connecting with others, the only person she ever really felt close to was her brother, Percy. She plays this off though, most would think she didn't care what others thought of her. However, Andromeda's inner self is not as stark to the eye. She's desperate to be accepted by others, desperate for people to approve of her. She isn't without her good traits, however. She's loyal to the bone, has a good sense of humor (if you like slight morbidity and affectionate sarcasm), and incredibly intelligent. WIP x History x Andromeda grew up in a troubled household. Nothing incredibly traumatic to her developing child brain, but things weren't easy. Her mother was delusional to a degree, swaying in and out of reality. Andromeda and her brother, Perseus, often turned to each other to take care of themselves when their mother fell out of it. As for their father, he was rarely around, desperately trying to scratch together money for the family that was all that he had. Between putting food on the table, taking care of the family, and the years of high labor, low pay, their father began to fall apart as well. Years ago, her father died in a mysterious accident, and her brother stopped being around as much. He'd always said that he was making money, and always, the money was there when they needed it. Andromeda came to accept that, but it hurt that she was getting pushed out of his life. She took to street racing, and started falling in to the wrong sort of crowd. When the news of her brother's death came, she was determined to investigate what had happened. When finding that he was a member of the eight, she filled in the loss of numbers he'd made. She currently operates as the getaway driver.
Details Moodboard (Forgot to remove the watermark rip)
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Post by ♥𝒵𝒪𝑀𝐵𝐼𝐸𝒢𝑅𝑅𝐿♥ on Nov 18, 2018 17:47:06 GMT -5
Thalia Adley | The Fighter | 23 | Female Thalia Adley, learned to fight at the young age of six. Her father, Alois Adley, was famous in the world of MMA for his utter lack of sympathy in the ring. This characteristic was passed down to Thalia through hundreds of hours training in the ring, one-on-one with her father. Though small in stature, Thalia was able to take down opponents two to three times her size by the age of thirteen using her speed and size against them. Though Thalia's main fighting style was mixed martial arts, she began to branch out to learn other fighting styles among them were; Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, Judo, Submission wrestling, Boxing, and her personal favorite, Krav Maga. At the age of 17 Thalia Adley was banned from most fighting competitions, she had been deemed "Relentless, and dangerous." Thalia stands at around 5"3 with doe-like eyes, the color of sapphires with odd, storm colored speckles dancing throughout them. She has long, raven colored hair reaching down towards her waist. While most female fighters keep their hair short, as to not be grabbed in a fight, Thalia prides herself on how long her hair is. Thalia keeps her hair braided in the ring,and lets it down when she's not fighting, it helps her to feel "free." Thalia's style of choice fluctuates, but is typically kept rather punk-ish (or "Grunge" depending on the generation you grew up in); torn up jeans, black boots, odd styled shirts paired with her favorite biker jacket, which belonged to her mother. Thalia's mother died in a car accident when Thalia was four years old, and so she holds a number of her items as mementos. When it comes to Thalia's personality, she's rather playful and bubbly- almost flirtatious even. She's what most people call a "social butterfly" she attributes this behavior to her lack of socialization as a child. Thalia is fiercely protective of her friends, and often gets herself into trouble for them. She doesn't mind- she figures it's worth it to keep them protected. Thalia's best friend, Batsy , a Rottweiler, was a gift from her father after she'd been seriously injured in a fight and lost part of her hearing, had been by her side for 8 years and he was her fiercest protector. She loved that dog with everything she had. He also happened to be a support dog, allowing him to be by her side no matter where she was. ((I've re-written this like 3 times, not horribly proud of this version, but I don't hate it either sorry it's so late. ))
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 18, 2018 17:57:07 GMT -5
[LOVE IT! we've just been chatting and plot planning on the discord chat! I'll get her added]
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Post by ♥𝒵𝒪𝑀𝐵𝐼𝐸𝒢𝑅𝑅𝐿♥ on Nov 18, 2018 17:58:02 GMT -5
((Awesome! I don't have a discord ))
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 18, 2018 18:01:54 GMT -5
[oh, well if you don't wanna make one basically it's just been the 8 going about their lives, then they get the message from Pure Gray followed by a message from collie, the hacker. the message gives coordinates to a coffee shop that has a secret message about the warehouse they're all meeting at, so pretty much each character is on their way to the coffee shop then to a warehouse in DC]
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Post by ♥𝒵𝒪𝑀𝐵𝐼𝐸𝒢𝑅𝑅𝐿♥ on Nov 18, 2018 18:02:47 GMT -5
Okie dokie - and I am currently making a discord lol )
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 18, 2018 21:57:19 GMT -5
[okay sounds good!]
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Nov 18, 2018 22:55:09 GMT -5
Reyes glared across the street at the coffee shop, one hand braced on his thigh while the other clenched the handle of his bike in a death grip. After an evening spent fighting unusually challenging opponents, followed by a sleepless night, he was in no mood for wild goose chases. Which is what this sure as hell better be, because if the Hacker wanted to conduct a covert meeting with eight of the most wanted people in America in a bloody coffee shop, they could damn well do it without him.
He had half a mind to turn around and go right back home, but after another minute of glaring, he let out a string of fowl curses and shut off his bike. He swung one leg over and stood between the motorcycle and the passing cars as he waited for a break in traffic. As soon as he was across the road, he hopped up onto the sidewalk, crossed it in two big steps, and flung the door open with more force than was strictly necessary. A couple patrons gave him disapproving looks, only to look away quickly when he turned his angry gaze on them.
Those looks did manage to make him check himself, even while it pissed him off. But like he learned early on in his fighting career, anger could be a tool, but only if honed and directed properly. Out of control anger just got you beaten to shit. So he forced himself to take a deep breath and at least appear calm before moving further into the coffee shop.
As he approached the back of the line, his gaze roved around, taking in every detail around him. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he didn’t see a group of people whispering amongst themselves while casting suspicious looks around them, so that was a start. It meant this really was a wild goose chase, though, and knowing he’d been right did nothing to dampen his temper.
He was nearing the front of the line when he noticed the bulletin board on the wall. Following a hunch, he left the line and moved closer to the wall to inspect it. His gaze quickly found and narrowed on the little message in the corner. Try the pudding? What the actual fack?
He exhaled harshly through his nose and looked away from the message before he punched a hole through the board. In the process, that blasted word - pudding - caught his eye where it was written prominently on the menu board. He blinked once, slowly, even as his mind suddenly leapt into high gear, putting the pieces together until -
With a low growl, he spun on his heel and stalked out of the coffee shop. He hardly waited for a pause in traffic this time, and practically stepped out in front of a shiny red Mustang. The driver laid on his horn, but Reyes just showed him a certain finger without even looking at hm. The guy hardly waited until Reyes was clear before tearing off with a squeal of tires, and Reyes shot a glare in his direction as he got on his bike and started it. He was tempted to chase the guy, if only because a fight would help settle his mind.
With a shake of his head, Reyes put his helmet on, then kicked up the kickstand and revved the throttle before releasing the break and tearing off. He weaved seamlessly through traffic, pushing the bike faster and faster, but he wasn’t able to really open her up until he left the busy downtown behind and turned into the warehouse district.
He almost passed the street he’d been looking for, and nothing short of quick reflexes and skill kept him from wiping out as he turned, sharp, sudden, and way too fast. He came to a stop in front of his destination - an ugly ass warehouse surrounded by a chain link fence - and stayed there for a minute as he took everything in. Then he revved the engine again, and let the back tire spin out to the right before releasing the front brake and allowing the machine to shoot forward. He circled the block twice, taking in every detail he could from every angle.
It was during the second go around that he noticed the figure sitting in front of the fence around the back of the warehouse. He’d noticed them the first time around, but had dismissed them as some homeless person. But upon closer inspection, he wasn’t so sure that was what they were. He found it hard to believe one of the Eight would just be sitting there on the sidewalk, but after learning the Hacker had a sick sense of humour - or was a paranoid freak, he wasn’t sure which, or which was worse - he wouldn’t put anything past the other six members.
So he hit the brakes, spun around hard and fast enough to leave skid marks, and raced back the way he’d come, only to slam on the brakes again directly in front of the figure. They were covered head to toe, literally. Reyes couldn’t see any skin whatsoever, but now that he had stopped moving, he could tell they were a guy, and that was about it.
Reyes put the bike in neutral and leaned forward, crossing his arms over the visor. He didn’t bother to remove his helmet before speaking. “What are you doing here, pal? The homeless shelter is over on Second,” he said, his voice coming out low and muffled with the helmet. He doubted he would be hard to understand, though, especially if this guy wore head to toe gear like that often.
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 18, 2018 23:14:20 GMT -5
Less than a minute after Kat sat down at the bar to order a martini, one of the college boys drunkenly strolled over and sat down next to her. "Okay, SO, my buddies over there, see 'em, over there, they bet me I couldn't come over here and tell you that the one guy over there who is blonde thinks you're hot, but see now I'm coming over here to tell you you're hot, but it's because I think you're hot." He slurred out, offering a smile at the end of his so-called complement. "Oh, is that so?" She teased, taking a sip of her martini as she leaned in closer to him, "Well, maybe you can buy me a drink." she replied with a flirty smile. The guy appeared shocked for a few seconds before motioning to the bartender for two more martinis. After Kat's second drink and college guy's fifth, she shifted closer to him and gently placed her nails on his shoulder as she smiled at him. "Know anywhere we could be alone?" She whispered in his ear. He nodded slowly and took Kat's hand and they left the bar, walked out to the street and got a cab. The ride to the guy's apartment was quick and he threw some cash at the driver as him and Kat both left the cab and they walked down the street, laughing for reasons that only alcohol could explain. They both climbed up the stairs into a rundown apartment complex and college boy unlocked the door to his place on the second floor and they both barged in and shut the door. College boy leaned down to kiss Kat and she kissed him back and they started making out which led them to college boy's bed and many other places around the room. Kat stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off with a towel she found. Instead of carrying around a clunky purse, she preferred the small backpack that she usually hid under her jacket. In it she always kept a few extra clothing items and her hair brush. College boy was passed out on his bed, too far gone at the moment after the insane amount of shots he and his buddies took before Kat even got there. After changing into a black and white top, dark jeans and her same black heeled booties, Kat grabbed her backpack and put on her leather jacket. If there was one thing Kat was famous for as The Pickpocket, it was never leaving a trace. She wiped the steam from the mirror with the towel, dried the soap bottles she borrowed, threw the towel on the AC unit and blasted the heat, ran the shower again to wash away and of her hair stuck to the shower floor, took the nearly dry towel and folded it up and set it back in place. Lastly she grabbed some of college boy's AXE and sprayed some near his bed, in the bathroom and on the AC unit before switch it back to cool. No trace, not even a whiff of female in this dump, She thought with a smirk before leaving. Kat caught a train from NYC and arrived in DC around 8:30. She stepped off the platform and walked up the steps to street level. She caught a cab and had him drop her off at a small shop within walking distance of the warehouse. Kat walked inside, ordered a frappe ad left before she recieved it. On her trek to the warehouse, Kat kept glancing around to look for anyone else who could be an 8 member, after all she had no idea what they looked like, for all she knew they could be a bunch of old dudes, or hot guys, she was really hoping for the latter. Once she got into proximity of the warehouse, Kat rounded out on the back side and scanned over it for any windows. If there was anything that Kat learned from two years in this line of work, it was that the front door was the worst possible entrance. A smirk came across her lips as she saw a window near the top of the warehouse. Quickly Kat started to scale the side of the warehouse, her small hands making it easy to find hand holds among the disheveled metal. Once she reached the top of the building, she came up to the window and scanned over it, the size of it was large enough for Kat's petite body to slip through. She pulled up a bit on the window then wedges her acrylic nails in the crack and pulled up, making enough room for her fingers and she pulled the window all the way open, slipped inside and shut it from the inside. She sat up near the rafters of the building, waiting to see who would come inside and ready for a good ass-kicking.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 19, 2018 0:14:50 GMT -5
Collie Duval "Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one-sided and easily processed. Yet every misshapen spark's unseen beauty is greater than its would-be judgment."
The sharp click of a gun announced the arrival of the Hacker, as she took in the form of her newest guest. She had a vague idea of who this was, really. She knew all the names of her coworkers, naturally. She didn't write down files just to never look at them, that would be ridiculous. And she knew Lily in person, to a degree. And their Weapons Expert. And this wasn't them. So it had to be...
"I'm glad you showed up, Pickpocket." Despite this warm welcome, Collie's expression remained remote, cold even, her eyes trained on the red-haired girl as steadily as the muzzle of her gun was. Chances were, Katrina was angry, and this was merely a precaution. The blonde didn't come here today to die. Far from it. And she sure wasn't about to get punched, either. She didn't like to think of human lives as expendable, but if it was between her and someone else's life, save for a handful of people (a very select handful), then she'd choose her life every single time.
But surely the Pickpocket wouldn't try to kill her?
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Post by sempis on Nov 19, 2018 0:22:51 GMT -5
★ Andromeda ★ "Drive it like you stole it, doll"
Andromeda's eyes trained on the man in front of her, in that moment, that was all that mattered to her. The moment his arm dropped, she accelerated, her bike tearing down the road. Shifting through gears and opening the throttle. Her engine roared as it sucked in air, and she shot ahead of all her competitors. She allowed herself a smirk under her helmet, but knew all too well the possible consequences of getting too cocky too soon.
The wind whipped around her leather jacket, but she pressed forward, her vision closing onto only the road ahead of her. If she played her cards right, the bets she placed would cover her for the next month. Or, at least, it would lighten her work schedule. This was one of the bigger street races she'd gotten herself into, and no, she hadn't been nervous enough to practice for it. She knew her skills, but she had made sure to warm up her engine and take a couple test runs around the streets. She wouldn’t admit it though, so don’t ask. She knew these streets like the back of her hand, and the power behind her engine would take her to the finish line.
Racing was like breathing to Andromeda, she knew exactly when to shift in front of the bike behind her, cutting them off from passing her, how to push up beside a bike to gain the upper hand, how to turn so sharply her shoulders practically touched the ground. Within minutes, she blew past the finish line. Never removing her helmet, she took her prize money, and left.
She’d made a sort of name for herself in the street racing scheme. Of course, no one knew her actual name, Andromeda always made sure of that. She’d show up, wipe the floor with the fools who dared to stand against her, and disappear all the richer for it.
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Of course, Andromeda would be the favorite delivery driver of Johnny Jim’s, where if your delivery took longer than half an hour, you’d get some ridiculous discount. Often times, Andromeda’s knowledge of the streets was wasted on making sure that she delivered in the window the restaurant promised. It wasn’t all that bad though, she got paid for the amount of deliveries she made. She didn’t brag about it, but Andromeda could cover all the deliveries for a whole day, no sweat. The back roads she took often popped her out in areas no one would expect her to end up in.
The message came into her ‘work’ phone hours before she saw it, and Andromeda cursed herself for not checking her phone sooner. She’d been using her public phone, the kind she could open on the train without messages asking her to ferry criminals across the city flooding her screen. Shit. The message was written in some kind of code, and she realized it was probably some bs from the hateful eight.
She’d been with the group for only a couple of months now, two and two weeks and three days, to be exact. She’d taken over after her brother, Percy, had died mysteriously. Andromeda had only agreed to take his place so she could figure out what had happened to him. That was something she was still working on by the way.
She really didn’t have the time to decode the message, but she did notice the numbers. Coordinates probably. Hopefully she wasn’t missing too much in the message, but she assumed it was time sensitive, and she really didn’t have the time to sit and decode pleasantries. That was how she found herself flooring the pedal towards a stupid cafe. She figured it wouldn’t be so easy as just showing up and hoping that the other group members had decided to make the meeting place straightforward and simple.
Andromeda’s suspicions were confirmed when she saw nothing out of the ordinary for a place like this. There was no group waiting for her arrival, no one milling restlessly or looking at something. She glanced around, stringing together all sorts of swears in her mind. She did not have the time for this. It was her first time meeting up with this weird group, and she wasn’t going to blow it.
Her gaze raked the room, and a smirk caught the edges of her lips when her eyes fell on the bulletin board. It wasn’t the bulletin board that caught her attention though, it was the footprint on a paper that had appeared to have fallen from its pin. No one looked at the stupid thing anyways, the flyers had been piling up on each other for what appeared to have been months. It was only a hunch, but Andromeda did subtly raise her phone to snap a picture of the board, before examining the picture and zooming in on it from the safety of her table. She almost missed the clue, as it was partially hidden under another flyer.
Try the pudding H8
Pudding. Seriously? She hated the stuff. She let her eyes drift to the menu, her gaze settling on “#3 Winter swirl pudding - a mix of chocolate and vanilla with a brownie in the middle. $5.99”. Thank god she didn’t have to eat the wretched dessert. It was an address. 3 Winter Street, D.C. That was the abandoned warehouse, wasn’t it? She’d driven by it a couple times, and her memory was basically photographic. Building a map of the streets that would get her there in her mind as she exited the cafe quietly, she simultaneously hoped she wasn’t too late already.
She parked a couple blocks away, jogging down to the warehouse to see if any of the… what were they supposed to call themselves? Crew? Were already there. She busied herself with scaling the chain link fence that surrounded the place, quietly dropping on the other side and searching for an entry for the warehouse. If she were right, she had a hunch, Andromeda had a lot of those, the entrance was around the other side.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Nov 19, 2018 0:37:24 GMT -5
Aiden Reid twenty-four . "all you have is your fire." . the bomber ________________________________________________________ ━ ◈▾✘▾◈ ━ There was a very loud engine that made Aiden's fingers push down the mask that hid his jaw and mouth, instinctively glancing up around, nervously. He wasn't afraid of the loud noise, no, he loved those noises, he loved feeling his chest fill with the feeling of just pure sound and force. Gasoline always made his eyes brighten up, his body's reaction being similar to a child getting a scent of cotton candy.
Green eyes locked onto the person on the motorcycle, taking in a moment to appreciate the beautiful machine. He figured this wasn't a place that most people would pass by, but perhaps this guy just liked to ride. Who was he to judge? He blew up buildings, broke into banks and burnt homes down to ashes for a living. How in the world could he judge?
The second time the person circled around, however, his eyes narrowed and his heart raced a bit. Was his mind playing tricks or did he genuinely come back around? No, he was staring directly at Aiden this time. He noticed him. He watched as he sped up and then ran directly at him with the bike.
Time seemed to slow down and he could feel his heart beat as he watched. Most people would be panicking, fearful. But Aiden had looked in the face of death before, this was no different. He smiled behind the mask and his hand went into his pocket, a hidden one, grabbing his lighter and his hand instinctively going for his bag, having maybe a bit too much spray-on deodorant then the common person.
But thankfully, the man had stopped before he had really acted out too much and his hand stayed in his pocket, the other one letting go of the can and instead grabbing his bag of cookies. His green gaze stayed on the other, not phased by the fact that he had come to a halt right in front of him, but rather, the fact that he was staring at him. He didn't like that.
Questions. He could answer those, right? The smaller male swallowed a bit and looked away quickly, unable to hold a gaze while his eyes were visible. If he had sunglasses, goggles, something to hide then, then he had a nasty habit of staring at others, sometimes even in an eerie way. But he had only put on a casual mask and it wasn't easy to see his eyes, but you could see them if you tried hard enough or got close enough.
Clearing his throat, he shook his head. "I-I'm not homeless, I'm waiting for some friends." Muffled speech wasn't hard for him to understand, it was people who talked too fast that he had trouble with, mostly. "I was dared to c-come here and go inside, but my friends haven't shown up yet. I'm waiting for them to come here and tell me what I need to d-do." He shifted his weight as he slowly got up to his feet and then glanced at the cup of pudding before glancing back at the other.
A thought entered his mind on maybe this was the person he was supposed to meet? He was bad at looking at things or notifications, perhaps just a careless trait about him. If you wanted him to do something, you needed to tell him, not try and get him to understand something. Even so, unaware of the situation at all, he tilted his head a little.
"I stopped by a cafe with p-pudding earlier. It's really n-nice. The Winter Swirl, I think. I'm not l-local here at all." Conversation. He was fine. This was fine. He could do this. He felt like the man was staring right through him. He focused on trying to not look anywhere but the helmet. He tried to refrain from checking out anyone he worked with. "H-Have you tried it? I think it's pretty good." Actually, he barely had any at all.
He just wanted to do something other than wait here. This was the first person to talk to him and if this was a person that might be working with him, which this wasn't a very common occurrence, then the clue might have been set by him? Aiden glanced down at the pudding and then back at the other and held it out in a child-like manner, giving a small hum. "You should try it if you h-haven't!" An offer, a question, a way to gauge if this was something he was waiting for. .
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 19, 2018 0:55:10 GMT -5
Kat didn’t notice that she wasn’t the only one in the room until she heard the sound of a gun and a voice below her. The souce of noise led Kat's eyes to a blonde girl on the ground, pointing a gun at her. Her blue eyes narrowed at the girl, who was she? And how did she know which hateful eight member Kat was? Okay then again I did decide to scale the wall and climb through a window. But like anyone else could've done that, just not as good as me. "What makes you think that's who I am?" Kat angrly called out. She walked along the thin beams near the roof in the direction of the blonde girl, trying to think about which member she was, since Kat assumed she was the only female member for a long time. Once she was almost directly below this girl, she sat down on the beam and grabbed it on either side of her. Kat pulled her legs towards her and then let herself drop down so she appeared to be just hanging onto the beam. She glanced down below her, trying to get a distance estimate before swinging once on the beam then releasing her grip. Kat did one rotation in the air before landing in a crouched position on the ground and immediately went into a forward roll then stood up from the roll a few feet in front of Collie, pulling a small handgun from her boot as she stood up and pointed it at the girl. "And who the hell are you?" Kat commanded, unlatching the safety from her gun.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 19, 2018 1:10:57 GMT -5
Collie Duval "Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one-sided and easily processed. Yet every misshapen spark's unseen beauty is greater than its would-be judgment."
"There's no "think" about it. I know who you are. I hired you." The sight of the gun sent a chill of fear into the blonde's stomach, but her expression remained remote. She was bluffing, this girl. She didn't know what was going on, and she needed answers. "...and I believe that answers questions about who I am." At least, in her mind, it did. She wasn't going to play the introductions game here. If the Pickpocket wasn't an idiot, she could put two and two together, and Katrina Jenson wasn't an idiot. She wouldn't have been hired, otherwise. Besides, all she needed to know was her position and the link between them. Knowing her name gave a sort of power to the Pickpocket that Collie wasn't comfortable giving, just yet. Then again, Lily knew, If she burst in here calling Collie by name, then that plan would go up in flames. But for now, just now, she could remain reticent.
"I trust that you enjoyed the pudding, mate." Well aware that her...method for leading everyone here was a little unorthodox, Collie found herself not caring. They were being watched, now. Followed. She couldn't spare the danger involved in being outright. "I would apologize for the trouble I put you through, but seeing our situation, I found it quite necessary."
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 19, 2018 1:42:56 GMT -5
"WHAT? HOW FREAKING STUPID CAN YOU POSSIBLY BE?" Kat practically screamed at this blonde girl, figuring out that she was the Hacker. One of her eyes started to twitch out of the pure fury that she was feeling in this moment, her hands still glued to her gun as it pointed directly at this blonde girl.
"Why did you in ANY WAY think it was a good idea to mess with freaking Pure Gray? Because I would love to know. You didn't think that shutting them down would piss them off? You hackers are all the same, thinking you're the smartest people in the god damn world and then you have ZERO COMMON SENSE." She yelled, lowering her gun and putting her arms next to her sides and making air quotes with her free hand.
"Oh obviously if I decided to shut down an infamous hacking group they won't retaliate. Of course not! Because I'm the world's best hacker there is and I could out type all of them because I'm a girl, duh!" She said in a sarcastic, high-pitched voice, Kat's go to for imitating people that make her mad.
"NO! Any one with a brain should know that shutting down a group of incels who can only get off to their screen would probably PISS THEM OFF." She yelled again at Collie.
She lowered her gun and started pacing as she started cussing like a sailor in Japanese. Kat stopped pacing after a bit, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but it didn't really work that well.
"And also I really don't think you understand how difficult it's going to be to steal a whole ass HOPE DIAMOND." Kat added, her voice going from extremely calm to a high-pitched scream as she progressed through her last sentance, for she had been trying to steal the infamous jewel for years, but deemed it impossible months ago when the Smithsonian decided to double its security. Then Kat turned back towards Collie and aimed her gun at the blonde girl once again.
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"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Nov 19, 2018 2:09:55 GMT -5
Reyes sat on his bike and let the kid ramble. He had no way of knowing the guy’s age, but his demeanour reminded him of a nervous teenager who’d just realized they aren’t as cool as they thought. And the stutter made him seem younger still. But his height - probably a couple inches below his own 6’3 - and the width through his shoulders, though not particularly large, just noticeable despite the weird get-up, suggested the opposite.
Reyes’s examination also brought to his attention the guy’s eyes, which were just visible between the hood and mask and whatever the hell else he had on his face. He couldn’t tell their colour, but he didn’t fail to notice that they couldn’t seem to remain on one thing, darting back and forth between Reyes and -
His gaze suddenly registered and locked on the cup of pudding the guy held. He went through everything the kid had said in the last couple minutes, and he resigned himself to admit what it was: another code, to test the waters and discover if Reyes was one of the Eight. Which could only mean this kid was a member too.
He stayed silent for an extra couple seconds, then let out a sigh. He leaned back, kicked down the kickstand, and shut off the bike. Then he pulled his helmet off, one hand instantly raising to run through his hair. Messy and unkempt were looks he could live with; helmet hair he could not. He put the helmet on the bike seat behind him without turning around, then got up, one leg swinging easily over the seat.
He took the few strides that brought him right up to the guy, almost into his bubble, and flicked the edge of his hood. “You need to work on your subtlety,” was all he said before continuing on. He made sure not to touch the guy as he went past, though he didn’t put any distance between them. He just angled his shoulder out of the way.
As soon as he was past, he took a single running step and jumped onto the fence. His foot landed halfway up, his hands gripped the top, and with one powerful shove he was up and then dropping lightly down on the other side. He glanced back at the kid, one dark brow raised. “Coming, amigo?” Reyes wasn’t in the habit of calling strangers friend, but the kid had said he was waiting for friends to tell him what to do after getting here. Assuming these “friends” were the other Eight members, it was the best way he could let the guy know who he was. Sort of. It could also be taken as a lessen in subtlety, since not too many people around here were liable to know Spanish.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 19, 2018 2:24:05 GMT -5
Collie Duval "Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one-sided and easily processed. Yet every misshapen spark's unseen beauty is greater than its would-be judgment."
During this tirade, Collie didn't move a muscle. In fact, she looked mostly bored as her steel-colored eyes followed the Pickpocket back and forth. She was angry. Of course she was angry. Collie was angry too, and she felt she had the right to be broken into. Her apartment was broken into, for Christ's sake. Her sanctuary. The one place she could literally hide from just about anything, until now.
"Are you quite done yet, dear? Or should I wait for you to finish screaming before I continue?" A small eye roll was thrown towards the enraged Pickpocket. "I do hate being interrupted, after all." After hearing an...impressive array of words she couldn't understand specifically, she was hoping that Katrina was done wasting their time. Kat's accusations against her rubbed her the wrong way, considering that wasn't what happened at all, but she wasn't about to start shouting above a raving lunatic. "We do have more pressing matters than your anger issues, after all, and I'm afraid we only have two weeks to deal with them, so the less time we spend shouting like children, the better."
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Post by . on Nov 19, 2018 14:07:54 GMT -5
So... Lily was completely and utterly lost. It hadn't taken her long to decode the message. Jayden had always liked communicating like that, so she actually found it fun. Once she'd written down the coordinates the Collie had sent, she packed herself a small backpack with everything she may need. Money. Some of her... less legal 'ingredients'. Cookies (separate from the poisons). As she was heading out, she grabbed an umbrella to have as some sort of a weapon. Unfortunately it was sunny outside... oh well.
Lily locked up her apartment and raised the hood of her sweatshirt up to cover her head and drench her face in shadows. She lived in a definite bad part of town, but usually didn't find herself in too much trouble. One time she even bought her freedom from some wannabe gang member by offering him an entire batch of her double chocolate chip cookies. Today that didn't seem to be a problem as she scurried through the familiar streets and only slowed when she reached the brightly lit city streets. Her umbrella hung loosely from her fingers at her side, looking like a banana. Sure, it would take her a few moments to get the bright yellow stabby stick ready for battle, but she would be much more inconspicuous with a banana in her hand. She just looked like some college girl wandering the streets with her snack in her hand.
She made her way to the bus stop, following the GPS that was leading her to the coordinates that Collie had left. The bus ride was boring, long, and Lily was getting restless as she finally got off at a stop that was about a half an hour walk from the coordinates. She was on edge during the entire walk, well aware that some of the items contained in her backpack would get her arrested and the fact that Pure Gray was... out there. She didn't like it. Not at all.
The coffee shop was unusually quiet - at least she assumed it was unusual - when she got there. She stood by the door for a moment, her eyes attracted to a picture of a lost dog. "Awww," she said, wishing she could find the beagle and keep it for herself. She loved dogs. As she turned away, she caught sight of the note.
The pudding.
"Excuse me?" she looked over to find herself blocking the door as a cute boy tried to get in. Face turning bright red, Lily simply stepped aside to let him up to the counter. She followed, simply ordering herself a pudding and hot chocolate to go. When she received her order, she considered the name and went to sit on a bench down the street.
Winter Swirl.
3 Winter Swirl.
A few minutes of searching later and she found her destination. She stayed where she was and finished her pudding and hot chocolate before making her way towards the abandoned warehouse.
She saw a pair of figures and headed in that direction, her banana umbrella held tightly at her side. She had no idea how to know if they were part the eight, so she bit her lip slightly and stood a few feet back from either of them. Dang, they really should have some sort of code word so she knew if these were her people or just a pair of troublemakers breaking into an abandoned warehouse.
"Hi," she said.
Wow.
Lily really didn't know how to talk to people, did she? Hi?
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Nov 19, 2018 19:42:36 GMT -5
Aiden Reid twenty-four . "all you have is your fire." . the bomber ________________________________________________________ ━ ◈▾✘▾◈ ━ The silence was almost as bad as other people existing. If there was one thing that he hated, it was silence, and awkward ones (or ones that he felt were awkward, at least) were so much worse. Of course, it wasn't completely silent, the motorcycle was still running, which was one thing on the good side. He liked chemicals, he liked machines, he liked flames, he liked explosions. Making things go boom and turn things to ash was his specialty.
A sigh had came from the other, just as Aiden opened his mouth to talk, which he quickly shut it, noticing the other move, though he didn't seem to care for the pudding. He almost wanted to pout that his offer seemed to get denied.
Silence, there it was. Maybe for a few moments before his mind pulled an error 404, but that brief silence made him flinch, a sound of which he didn't want to hear was poking at him. He could've sworn he heard a growl deep from somewhere, he could feel someone's glare, he could-
Oh.
Helmet hair or not, the skin tone, the facial structure, the build of his jaw, those cold eyes, messy dark hair. This guy was probably not one of the others, right? He didn't seem to really react that much to his offer nor his words, besides turning off the engine and... oh. Oh no, he was approaching him. He froze up, his breath hitching in this throat as he mentally panicked, his eyes flashing like a cornered animal for a brief moment, staring at the other, flinching back as if he has been hit at the hood being flicked.
Mind racing, swirling, confused, dazed, Aiden took a few rapid steps back, keeping a good distance between him and the nice looking guy. It took a few moments for him to register what had been said, he barely heard them be spoken at all, being approached like that had set him off nearly as much as being in the coffee shop. He hated social interaction, he didn't want anyone getting close and oh goodness, he flicked his hood. What if the stranger had flicked up his hood what if his burn scars had been noticed what if he got those looks again, what if..
Wait. Snapping out of his thoughts, the other man's words finally registered. It was like a slap to the face, a gentle one to wake him up as he stared at a wall for a moment before spinning around, his hands being turned into fists, excitedly brought up to his chest. He hadn't met this one before! He'd met the Chemist (he wrote down in his journal as Mist, not to be confused with the previous one in which he had wrote down as Cammy) and the Pickpocket (he wrote her down as Kit-Kat because he swore he had one the first time he met her and then he didn't), and that was about it. He was always excited to meet another person, someone who also did this, who made up their team, most of which remained as a mystery to him.
Heat came to his freckles cheeks and he swallowed thickly as he shifted his weight and grabbed his bags. "I-I thought I was... subtle..." he murmured softly, mumbled quietly half to himself. He was quick to look at the other as he was talked to again, blinking with a bit of a stare. Oh no, he's hot. It was like he was a young preteen, getting a crush on literally any guy that even glanced his way.
Amigo. It was a Spanish word for 'friend'. He didn't know many languages, but he recalled a few Spanish words here and there. He knew that word. Aiden paused and then gave a small chuckle, a gloved hand going up to his face, covering half of his (already covered) face. He was looking at him as if he expected the twenty-four year old to climb that. There were a lot of things that he was, but graceful in the vertical sense was not one of them.
There was a lot of hesitation, especially with his two bags that he had been carrying this entire time. It was... not something that he was really up for. But, he felt pressured. Physically and mentally, like he was being expected. Expectations, he didn't like them, he felt like he had to be so good for such a little thought. "I'm not what you might call a cl-climber." He could've added a comment about bursting his way through places, but he'd rather not say that out in such an open area.
Jumping and his back stiffening, a female voice made a shiver go down his spine. He didn't think of someone walking up, so he hadn't been aware and the girl's voice made him flinch and spin on his heel, his hand going for the lighter in his pocket once again. But his eyes (quite literally) lit up with excitement as he saw who it was. She didn't seem to realize who he was, but he knew her.
A hum came from him as he gave a bit of a hop and clapped a little. "Mist!" he stated in a almost childishly cheerful tone. "I was hoping you w-would be here!" He met her, like, once, but he already acted this warmly to her. Perhaps it was because she was a part of this secure group? Whatever it was, he was happy to see her. But that... left the question. Three people for a job? A little... weird.
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Nov 19, 2018 23:58:17 GMT -5
Reyes smirked, not the least bit surprised by that response. The kid didn’t look like a climber, and the weird get-up sure wouldn’t help at all. Then there were the bags, which he didn’t seem keen to leave behind. Before he could comment, or offer a solution, a flash of colour in his periphery snagged his attention.
His gaze shot to the object - an umbrella in an ugly as hell shade of yellow - then up to the person who held it. The girl looked hardly out of high school, and her whole demeanor reminded him of a doe: wide-eyed and ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. His first thought was that she was lost - hopelessly, stupidly lost - but then the not-homeless kid called her by name. They knew each other. He had been hoping to see her here. Which meant she was another member of the Eight.
That realization had him grunting softly. He watched them through the fence, wondering what the other members would be like, if they were as young and... innocent… as these two appeared. And he sure as hell hoped they all knew what they were doing, appearances be damned. He wasn’t about to risk his life and freedom on a couple near-impossible tasks if the notorious Hateful Eight turned out to be a ragtag group of teenagers playing super villain.
With a shake of his head, he approached the fence. He braced his hands on the cool metal, the fence caving slightly under his weight, and looked from one kid to the other. “You two should seriously get in here, before you start drawing attention.” So far, there hadn’t been anyone around to notice them, but while this part of town was sparsely populated, it wasn’t a ghost town. Someone was bound to drive by eventually, and the three of them weren’t exactly inconspicuous.
Reyes gestured with a jerk of his chin to the bags the kid had. “Are there breakables in those things?” He turned his gaze to the girl. “And are you more of a climber than he claims to be?” Reyes was aware that he could have - should have - continued on alone, and left these two to figure themselves out. But they seemed the types to linger, and have long sappy greetings, and that could jeopardize this whole meeting. So he felt a little push was required.
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Post by . on Nov 20, 2018 0:22:55 GMT -5
Lily didn't recognize these people, but she recognized very few of the eight. There was Collie, a girl she'd known since Jayden's college days, and there was the bomber. She didn't know him by name, but they'd worked together before. She was almost hoping to see him - to know he was safe and to have at least somebody she recognized to be there... She didn't think Collie would be very popular when everyone got together. At least the bomber would be someone.
So when one of the two males turned to her and she saw his eyes light up, it took her a few moments to recognize him. "Oh! Hi!" she said, her look of confusion turning into a smile when she saw that he was excited to see her. She hesitated at the way he called her Mist, but she didn't correct him. She'd wait until they were all together to tell them what her name was. After all, they'd all have to get to know each other, wouldn't they?
"I'm glad to see you too," she said with a small laugh, not using his name (because she didn't know it) or his title (because of this other random guy).
Then her gaze shot to this other random guy. She hesitated for a moment as she saw what she could of him. Oh no. He was good looking.
His voice pulled her out of it and she nodded a bit absently. She nodded slightly at his words. A couple of young adults hanging out around an abandoned warehouse would definitely draw unwanted attention. As much as she hated to admit it, this guy was right. At the same time, part of her feared they'd be walking into a trap. Or an abandoned warehouse full of rabid raccoons or something. Neither of those were very desirable. She shivered slightly as she looked around, relieved to see that there was no one in sight.
When he asked about breakables, she shrugged. "I have cookies in my backpack," she said. "Also.... some glass bottles... and, uh, you really don't want those breaking," she said with a slightly embarrassed chuckle that the cookies had been her first thought. "So yeah. I got breakables." Important breakables too. If they broke, well... she, the bomber, and this other random dude wouldn't have much longer to live.
"I... I can climb. A little," she said, looking over at the fence. She had climbed trees as a child, but that was pretty much it. It had been fun though. Jayden and Lily hadn't gotten to play as much as they wanted to when they were kids, so they could only run free and chase each other up trees when they were being babysat. Their parents wouldn't accept those kinds of games.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Nov 20, 2018 1:33:58 GMT -5
Aiden Reid twenty-four . "all you have is your fire." . the bomber ________________________________________________________ ━ ◈▾✘▾◈ ━ Oh! She recognized him too, after a bit of confusion. He wasn't really fully comfortable with her, but he was more comfortable with her than the hot stranger guy that apparently was one of the Eight too. It was almost funny that he hadn't a clue that this wasn't just a 'job' and probably needed to be told this in a more proper, easier matter. He gave a little hum and opened his mouth, only to glance over at the other when he was told to get through the fence.
Oh! Right! He could burn through. "I d-do!"
Reaching into his bag, he listened as the Chemist, Mist as he liked to call her, said things about her bag. Yeah, she kept dangerous things around her, didn't she? Something like what he did, but for completely different reasons and jobs. She dealt with more serious things, he dealt with the explosive, hot reactions.
He pulled out a can of deodorant spray and then glanced between the Chemist and the hot stranger, clearing his throat softly. "I, uh, I'd keep my distance. You aren't wearing the right t-type of clothing to get close." He had perfected the right pressure, heat and reactions on how to get the cans to explode and even more on how to do it in a manner to where he could get into where he wanted. He also knew the different types could be added with a bit of different chemicals to make the flames more volatile.
Gloves were quickly put on and a special pair of goggles came over his head to protect his eyes, not quite a welding mask, but something of similar properties. Something he had home-made, actually, to keep him safe when working like this.
Aiden never thought too much about what he did. He just... did it. His entire demeanor changed once he had lit up his own home-made easy-to-carry-around flamethrower. All wariness disappeared, his timid nature seeming to change, grow with the brightness of the flames. His eyes, fully hidden now, were alive, and trained on the dancing flames. Dazed for only a moment before he moved to quickly to get the metal of the fence melted or heated enough to break or bend it. Either worked for him.
Most fences were really easy to do this with. Who needed fancy gadgets when all you needed was a bit of heat? He normally loved more of a show than this, but the flames pushed the limits on how suspicious he was being already. It was done in a matter of a minute or two, moving the fence and making it bend and snap with a bit of pressure, making the heated metal give way to what he wanted it to do, enough for him and the Chemist to slip in without having to climb. With their bags of course.
The male was quick to put away his things and ducked into the opening he had created, not very noticeable at all, taking off the goggles once on the other side of the fence, careful not to make his hood or masks shift and reveal anything he didn't want. Which was basically all of him. .
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"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Nov 20, 2018 12:27:42 GMT -5
Both had breakables. Neither were good climbers. Great. Reyes was once again debating the merits of going on alone and leaving them to figure it out on their own when… well, they did.
The guy delivered his warning - a warning that Reyes mostly ignored as he stood at the fence, watching the kid change. Not his clothes - though he did put more on - but his whole demeanour. He was suddenly steady and sure in what he was doing, grounded and focused. It was almost admirable - if only he could behave like that more often. Seeing that change only distracted Reyes for a moment, but the kid worked fast, so a moment was all it took. By the time Reyes took note of what the guy had made, he was standing and aiming it at the fence.
Reyes blinked. Is that a bloody flamethrower? Cursed soundly. And jumped back along the fence, away from what was, indeed, a facking flamethrower. He watched, a little stunned and very pissed, as the kid calmly, almost happily, put away his build-a-flamethrower before walking through the new hole in the fence. A hole that was sure as hell to be noticed.
As soon as the guy was through the fence, Reyes moved. His first instinct was to throw the kid up against the fence and yell in his face about what an idiot move that was, but he checked himself at the last second and instead just stopped right in front of him, and clenched his fists at his sides.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” he snapped, barely remembering to keep his voice down. “What part of ‘subtle’ did you not understand?” He threw his hand to the side and gestured angrily at the hole in the fence. “That is not subtle! Do you know what will happen, if anyone sees that?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “They’ll call the cops! Our freedom is on the line here, pendejo. Now is not the time for dramatics and facking flamethrowers.”
Reyes stepped back. He was breathing hard, his brown eyes blazing amber. His jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring like an angry bull, and he pinned both the guy and the girl with a glare before turning on his heel and stalking toward the warehouse. The idiot kids could follow at their own pace; the girl, at least, would likely have to run to keep up with his furious pace.
Ten minutes. He would give the Hacker ten minutes to tell him what the hell was going on, and what their next course of action was. Then he was leaving. He wasn’t sticking around long enough for the cops to show up. Logically, he knew the chances of that happening weren’t high, but he didn’t really care for logic right then. Logic could go fack itself.
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