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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 // @breakavvay

❝ if y'think it's getting better, then i'd say that's what really matters, ❞ he says with a grin as he's separating the take-out cartons from the bags. he never did like seein' her all scared and frightened ; quakin' in her shoes and hopin' the next night would be better. but a little optimism does go a long way.

but the next sentence is making his head spin. ❝ a robbery ? nearby the campus ? ❞ he's saying it as though he doesn't believe it -- he kind of doesn't at first, but why would she lie ? ❝ who's stupid 'nough to rob a place a hop, skip, 'n a jump away from them avengers folk ? ❞

[deadxeyed]

𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 : campus housing, room 822 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑇𝑈𝑆 : closed, @breakavvay

❝ i don't know what you usually get, so ... i just went with good ol' orange chicken 'n a 'couple other sides. ❞ he says, raising the plastic bags slightly as he waddles over to the kitchen counter.

it had been a while since the hurricane, and since then, too much has happened : murders, fights ... even jesse's own bullshit had managed to gain some traction.

a bit of normality would be nice -- a sort of a getaway from all the events.

❝ how's things, since the hurricane ? you holdin' up okay ? ain't got any troubles or an ass i gotta kick ? ❞ the gunslinger jokes, but of course he wouldn't hesitate if there was someone causing trouble.

[deadxeyed]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 // @breakavvay

bojack looks at the other with a look of bewilderment. ❝ what, are you gonna tell me that the inventor of condoms got buried in a condom too ? how about the inventor of lube ? ❞

❝ actually ... don't answer that. ❞ they were probably very nice people in order to make those kind of inventions.

[deadxeyed]

𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 : the back of the hall of heroes museum, storage room 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑇𝑈𝑆 : closed, for @lovecorrupted and @deceptafm (can answer separately)

rafe had expected another flooding ; strangely enough, it was not due to damage from the heavy rain && strong weather from a while back. no, however it was something far worse.

❝ the genius who designed the place chose to place the plumbing system behind this corner here, ❞ he says, leading the way. he's careful with his steps, trying to step on dry patches, though eventually giving up once they reach what seems to be a ... strange amalgamation of pipes and valves.

❝ in order to preserve the rest of the museum's aesthetic, i chose to reserve this part of the wing for staff members only. ❞ some of the water seeps out of cracked && poorly maintained tubes, with various buckets shoved haphazardly underneath them.

however, some of the cracks and dents appear manmade.

❝ this is the second time the room has flooded in a month. i was lucky to be expecting it this time around. the first, i was not so lucky. we lost pieces of artwork to water damage. ❞

[deadxeyed]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃  // @webswingers​

❝ gotta play the game t’know when there’s a man out there wastin’ his time. ❞ he replies, watching the anger boil under the boy’s skin. ❝ y’said it ‘yerself, partner. ain’t no one wanna be the change. s’gonna take more than just a lone cowboy ‘n some kid just t’change nothin’. ❞

that was the true difference between jesse and the other, he figured. one just chose to go with the flow, the other fighting against it, doing the right thing. it was ... refreshing, but the sad thing was that jesse knew when a fight was already over before it even began.

❝ who’s t’say that’s my real name ? ❞ he shrugged, letting out another puff. ❝ ‘sides, ‘yer the fool ‘fer not knowin’ it. can’t blame you. ❞

he waves a hand, dismissing the topic. ❝ anyways, ‘nough dilly-dallyin’. time t’see who wanted this poor ‘fella dead, huh ? ❞

[deadxeyed]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 // @vendettcs

if donnie had his wallet, not to mention if he was properly dressed, he would have been the one offering to pay. a pretty girl, with a good head on her shoulders paying for them both ? needless to say, donnie felt like she was way out of his league.

❝ um ... something without caffeine ... so ... i'll just take a vanilla shake, or whatever. ❞ he smiles and chuckles a bit at her remark. ❝ i promise i'm usually more put-together. ❞

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 // @webswingers

jesse didn't have to answer the other's obvious question. he was kind of surprised that the other barely noticed, but maybe he wasn't used to seein' death like that everyday. maybe he chose to ignore it. he watched as the other tensed up in realization.

he blew the smoke away from his lips as he watched the hero's blood boil. ❝ if someone sent me, the man would'a been dead regardless o' what i do. ❞ he stares down, careful to step away from the oozing liquid which stains the corpse's shirt. ❝ court's corrupt. police is corrupt. they all can be bought, persuaded t'look the other way. ❞

the other takes a step closer but jesse doesn't budge. ❝ listen 'ere, kid. life's a whole shit-show, and no 'mount o' heroics ain't ever gonna change that. ❞ he rests his hand on the handle of peacekeeper as he goes on. ❝ i appreciate'ya playin' hero. i'm sure many do. but one o' these days, just playin' hero ain't gonna cut it no more. they're gonna wanna see the bad guys six feet under. ❞

❝ i'll help'ya get some kind'a lead. but i do got some reputation i gotta uphold, so we need'ta keep a low-profile. otherwise we ain't hearin' shit. ❞

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 // @vendettcs

the smile doesn't falter for a second every time she speaks. she was genuine. he liked that. ❝ mysterious ? that a good or bad thing ? ❞ he steps inside the café, a subtle temperature shift bringing warmth to his cheeks. his eyes are too focused on her instead of the menu itself, letting her step ahead of him. hope it's a good thing ...

❝ i think i'm already starting to learn a lot from you, and it's only day one, ❞ his gaze finally breaks as he skims the options overhead, but his mind is too preoccupied to really care about what he wants. maybe he'd just get something basic ? like a ... black coffee ...

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 // @breakavvay

the other's enthusiasm was ... alarming, but donnie had a feeling that she meant well. he shrugs and stares at the floor for a moment, before he's nodding at the other's question. ❝ yeah, but i mean ... i've always had issues. even when i was younger, i've had issues. i started seeing somebody when i was in middle school up to today, ❞ he finally stares at the other.

❝ i'm surprised too. ❞ he says. he hears a sort of ringing in his ears ...

was he even allowed to have caffeine while he's on his meds ? did it even matter ? donnie thought for a moment before nodding once more, saying, ❝ it can't possibly hurt my sleeping more than it already is, right ? ❞ he gives her a small grin.

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 // @damvges

it was just one of those nights. bojack couldn't sleep, he didn't feel like sitting through an earful from his apartment neighbor about how cigarette smoke reminds him about that one time he almost died in a house fire, now he can't smell smoke or he has some kind of episode ... whatever.

that was just something bojack wasn't dealing with today.

so he's walking around the campus nearby in his pajamas, his pack of marlboros stashed in his pocket and a lighter in the other as he's wandering around the empty outdoor halls. everywhere he looked, it was unoccupied and silent.

least there wasn't some crazy wacko trying to tell him he isn't allowed to smoke here. he's puffing on his already half-finished cigarette, walking in between buildings when a door slams open behind him.

❝ what the -- ❞ and now a gun was being pointed at him. is this how he was planning on ending his night ? the unfinished cigarette drops to the ground. ❝ my hands are up, my hands are up -- ❞

❝ wait ... ❞ he slowly puts his hands back down. ❝ huh. i didn't know that this is what you meant, talking about your off-hours, not working at the bar ... ❞

❝ put the gun down, i'm sweating bullets over here, ❞ he half-jokes. ❝ ... please ? ❞

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𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 : the unlit alleyway beside the battle-bar, long after bojack's shift 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 : open ! @whihnews

it felt like the whole world was crashing down on bojack.

everything he knew, everybody that he loved -- why didn't it feel like any of it mattered ? why did he have this dull feeling, drilling away in his chest ? he used to be relatively happy.

keyword : relatively.

he's kicking a pebble across the floor, raising the bottle to his lips as he takes one swig.

the warmth crept up his chest, settling in on his neck alongside the familiar feeling of his steady heartbeat. he lifts the bottle up to his lips once more and ... and ...

❝ ugh ! ❞ he tosses the empty vodka bottle on the ground, watching the bottle shatter in two. had he really swiped a bottle that wasn't even completely full ? ❝ can't seem to get anything right ... ❞

he didn't notice the figure staring at him from down the alley until he looked up from the broken glass. ❝ what ?! the hell are you staring at ?! ❞

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 // @lovecorrupted

it was as though every single text, call, even damned voicemail was left with no response from his so called intern. he dismissed it at first -- perhaps sebastian was on a lead, couldn't check his phone -- but then it went from minutes to hours. then, a whole day had passed, without so much as a single word from him.

he'd be lying if the worry didn't fog his mind throughout the day. their conversation the other day still shines clear as day in his mind, but yet rafe still can't help but worry about his whereabouts. what if something happened ? what if ...

he had to clear his mind and focus on his job, but he couldn't. he phones in, says he's feeling a bit under the weather, probably caught something all late from that storm or one of the greasy undergraduates passing by the museum ... as he's dismissing himself and heading home.

rafe wasn't planning on dashing to sebastian's side at the mere sight of him.

❝ you look pale, ❞ rafe comments, disregarding the other's apologies. a hand presses to the other's forehead. ❝ you look like shit. ❞

❝ why haven't you been answering my calls ? ❞ he pulls away to try to look at him, his voice coming across as far more cold and apathetic than he'd like for it to. ❝ what happened ? ❞

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 // @webswingers

❝ like i said, their business ain't my business. ❞ jesse shrugs as red begins to pool around the man's limp body. ❝ i still get paid whether they ain't got a good reason t'be kickin' the bucket. 'sides, i like t'think they got it comin' to 'em. no one on earth's ever not sinned, don't'cha think ? ❞

he's hearing what the other has to say and he's putting his hands down, slowly. he's still cautious though -- but he plucks a cigar from a container within his belt and he's lighting it quickly. ❝ names jesse mccree. i don't work for no big guy or small angry man ; this here's a one-man show. if you're talkin' 'bout who hired me, well, i'm sorry t'say that i don't got a name. just some ... fella who made it clear that i ain't ever gonna see his face. ❞

jesse takes a puff of the cigar as he's stepping away from the body. ❝ i used to work for this big ol' military international task-force thing. kinda like those avengers fellas, 'cept with more talkin' monkeys 'n cyborg ninjas. ❞

❝ workin' for 'em made me realize how shitty our sorry excuse 'fer a justice system is. just wonderin' when you'll get the idea too, partner. ❞

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 // @damvges

❝ only the pretty ones, ❞ he's enjoying the fingers playing at his jacket, leaning in just ever-so-slightly just to make things easier for the gal. the smile on his lips shows just how much he's enjoyin' this, savoring the touch. this ain't some'n you wanna take for-granted.

❝ i always been gettin' ugly scabs ever since i was ... i dunno ... twelve ? i don't mind lookin' like i climbed outta hell 'fer a week or so. fact, i'm used to it. ❞ he shrugs. usually i ain't one t'spill my whole life story, but ... hell, why the fuck not ?

❝ now, you gotta promise 'yer pretty little head that you ain't gonna go off 'n wag that tongue o' yours, ❞ jesse's wagging a finger himself at the other, half-joking, half not as he's speaking to the other. ❝ in the day, i take contracts. names. figure out schedules o' people, figure out where they're livin', all that. ❞

❝ at night, i follow 'em. set up someplace high or where i can't be found. then, bang, ❞ he imitates a gun using his thumb and pointer-finger. ❝ drop dead. ❞

❝ guess y'could call me some kinda bounty hunter. hitman, whatever you wanna call it. ❞

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 // @vendettcs

she wasn't wrong. everyone's got some story to tell -- whether it be some mysterious lover from a past life or even a murder that they're trying to cover up in this universe, everyone has some kind of story to hide. not yet ready to tell.

❝ my name is donnie, ❞ he says, eyes falling on the burnt mannequin as well. ❝ you don't ... need to tell me your name if you don't want to. if you're uncomfortable with it. but my name is donnie. ❞

[deadxeyed]

🔥 — a small fire is started in the building muse a & muse b are in, so they have to evacuate outside. from sirius to a muse of your choice !

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ! // still accepting !

𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 : padfoot's place, downstairs !

❝ we're gonna die, aren't we ? shit. we're gonna die ... ❞ bojack paces back and forth behind the bar, a hand reaching up and tugging gently at his own hair.

❝ i knew it. i knew i shouldn't have filled in for your other bartender -- you know what ? he was probably behind all this. yeah, he took the night off because he knew this was gonna happen. ❞ the man is looking around, frantically. his eyes widen at the alcoholic beverages, seemingly closing in on him ... and begins to hyperventilate.

❝ i need to get out of here ... ❞ everything around him was spinning ...