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Delsin Rowe. 24. Bio-Terrorist. Conduit. { affiliated with citta } sidebar pic credit: rahgot

[textsfromseattle]

[conxduits-blog]

      “ ghh-- damn cold weather's got me down in the dumps lately. ”

[whrorong]

Brothers, Eugene and del.

[conxduits-blog]

gotta get rowemantic on valentine's day--

[conxduits-blog]

devoraetus

alright, so maybe he was a little drunk.

normally, he was a 'make love, not war' kinda guy (unless it was about the DUPs, then by all means), but he was kind of touchy when he didn't really know what he was doing. not that he liked this side of him at all, but it was there, and very real, very manifested right now in the middle of a fight with an absolute stranger. a fight...he wasn't sure how got started, exactly, but an all out fist-to-face brawl.

                                                                well.                                         he'd be feeling the damage tomorrow.

now, Delsin didn't have nearly as many abilities in tact in this city as he did back home, making him rather weak compared to his 'normal,' conduit self. fast-healing wasn't an advantage anymore-- the only thing he really had was smoke manipulation to use for propulsion, but even that could help pack a punch. smoke and ash was pretty hot, after all; why not leave some burns in his wake?

                    eh. he could deal with the regret later.

with one fiery-temperature hand, he attempted to reach out and grab the others clothes in order to pack a better punch, fist curled tightly as it flung forward.

[conxduits-blog]

ok ok jk i lied about not writing starters

been in the delsin mood lately, so before i lose the motivation, go ahead and like for a starter!

capping at 3 bc i'm a weenie and can't handle more

[augustne-blog]

the most important delsin rowe quote

[namesnotseen]

Oho, a lawbreaker with all the smarm and the sass. Classic underdog tale.             What was Sean supposed to do with this?

Ehh. Laugh and play along, probably. If you can’t spook ‘em, join ‘em.

"Eyebrows, awareness, they’re practically synonymous. Toss me a can."

[conxduits-blog]

Selecting a random can from the crate, he tossed it over to him, moving to start taping his stencil he'd drawn out earlier to the wall. Had to wonder what kind of guy this one was-- for or against this kind of stuff?

                                               The ambiguous types.                                           Really had to watch for those.

      “ So... You want awareness? To be recognized or something? ”

[conwellrain]

"I didn’t mean it like that—…"

"Wait, you really want to? This is going to be awesome!"

[conxduits-blog]

      “ Rather have a friend as a roommate than a          bunch of strangers, yeah-- Not sure if having          me as a roommate is all that great--Reg          would've told you all about that--but, you know. ”

[conduiitz]

All girls falls for him - literally

[namesnotseen]

As his brow quirks, so do his lips. It’s hard to look authoritative - arms crossed or not - when you’re practically enabling someone.

So he drops the act (it’s not funny, he realizes):               Arms down, head cocked, hands pocketed.

  “You hearin’ yourself right now?               The LCD’s gonna find beauty in tits, not much else.       And you gotta keep that tasteful, too.”

[conxduits-blog]

Hey-- he had to hand it to him; had some truth in it. Though, hopefully, given enough time, Delsin's style of artwork would be readily recognized around the city.

                                  Key word:                                Hopefully.

      “ Anti-authoritarian stuff's my specialty. Can't say          seeing anti-scientist work on the streets isn't          gonna raise a few eyebrows. ”

[namesnotseen]

He’s not judging. Really, he’s not. 

Been there, done that.

                                           Ain’t nothing wrong with a bit of fun every now and again.

"Is that what they call it these days? Could’ve sworn the proper term was van-dalizing,” he says with a lilt. “Oh, wait, that’s what they call when you get caught. You’re not gonna get caught, right?”

[conxduits-blog]

A huff of laughter, shrug of the shoulders, scrape of his shoe against the pavement. Sounds kind of familiar-- vandalizing schmandalizing.

      “ No way. Nothing wrong with a little street art to          get these dull citizens' minds thinking.                                           It's gotta mean something;                                   else it really is just vandalism. ”

[conxduits-blog]

He's armed with a sketchpad, some pencils, stencils, tape, and a crate of spray paint cans.

                                                                    You know--                                                                             normal stuff.

      “ Alright, Hive City-- Time for a little exterior decorating. ”

[conwellrain]

"Hey- Uh, you guys?"

"I know living in the Districts must suck, and- Well, I- There are two open spaces in the apartment I’m in.

Do you guys wanna- Y’know…?”

[conxduits-blog]

      “ Didn't know we were ready to take our relationship          to the next level. Nah, but, uh, if that's your way of          inviting us to stay with you, then, yeah-- Sure as hell          beats the districts. Thanks, man. ”

[iures]

[conxduits-blog]

You awake to discover 4 or 5 presents stowed away in your abode, all of which have been boxed in pristine, vibrantly wrapped boxes adorned with bows. Some of these boxes contain: over 1k in environmentally friendly art supplies, a miniature model of the Space Needle, and a collection of knitted beanies and sweaters. (This is not to be published or responded to until the 25th. Merry Christmas!)

Damn-- That was more art supplies than he'd seen in his entire life, probably. At least, it was more expensive looking than anything he could afford to buy. A large portion of his Christmas day would probably be dedicated to that. People could blame Santa now if they found some unwanted 'graffiti' on the streets, right?

That space needle was definitely adorning his room somewhere. It was the type of souvenir he probably should have brought back for Betty while he was there, but he'd been preoccupied then. Now...he'd just have to keep it for her, a nice little memento of his time in Seattle.

   “ awh, man-- this is...pretty freakin' sweet, actually. ”

[whrorong]

Merry christmas! thanks for visit, followed and liked. :D