People... Whoopie.

I like to think of myself as a wanderer... An OLD one, at that. Been running from more shit than usual. But hey, comes with the territory. ((Independent OC blog, just about anyone is welcome!))

[glowingeyedmadman]

(Closed RP with justakansasboy)

Lexcorp. A dominant name across the globe. Run by a debatable megalomaniac, trying to fight against a pseudo god, and generally made of poor decisions made repeatedly.

But today was a special case. Some lab had started burning, supposedly from an electrical discharge starting a fire. That was the cover story they always used. People were screaming for help, others to get out, and some, just yelled out of rage of lost work. A small scale case of chaos in an otherwise orderly workplace. But still, people were in danger. Someone had to help

[justakansasboy-deactivated20230]

Oh, it wasn’t up for debate. Lex Luthor was a complete megalomaniac bent on world-domination, and there was never going to be any changing that, no matter how hard Clark tried.

Luthor could have saved the world years ago, if he really wanted it.

So it was no surprise when Clark came across an experiment that escaped from one of his many labs yet to be discovered.

Landing in front of the other, he folded his arms, frowning just a little. “And what’s all this about?”

[glowingeyedmadman]

The man looked up in terror at the floating hero. Everyone knew his name, and everyone loved, feared, or respected the Blue Boy Scout. This man, it was a mix of fear and respect. The man fumbled his words, staggering back from him. “I-i was in there… Test subject… They said they’d pay me, make me someone special, l-l-like you…” He was barely clothed in a hospital gown, white hair, glowing yellow eyes filled with terror at him. “I didn’t want it to hurt… Had to get away…”

[glowingeyedmadman]

(Closed RP with justakansasboy)

Lexcorp. A dominant name across the globe. Run by a debatable megalomaniac, trying to fight against a pseudo god, and generally made of poor decisions made repeatedly.

But today was a special case. Some lab had started burning, supposedly from an electrical discharge starting a fire. That was the cover story they always used. People were screaming for help, others to get out, and some, just yelled out of rage of lost work. A small scale case of chaos in an otherwise orderly workplace. But still, people were in danger. Someone had to help

@justakansasboy

[glowingeyedmadman]

Updates inbound!

(So, I’ve not been active i quite a while. Mostly due to being stuck on purely mobile. Now, however, I have my own laptop, and can effectively do stuff! So, me and my tech crew [My lovely girlfriend, who is much better at this than me] are gonna be doing some blog revamps soon!

Here’s what you can expect:

Face claims for the big four, most likely just icons because Gif hunting is a bitch

Some about page revamping, edits to verses, and general tidying up

Theme remodeling and other such necessary fixes to make the blog not look like trash

And a slew of opens for everyone in the crew when it’s all done!

So... Expect all that sometime in the next few weeks, no later than February.)

[kittanbachika-deactivated201812]

// Latest OC request

[glowingeyedmadman]

((THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DRAWING HIM!))

[glowingeyedmadman]

Some Nights...

It was another one of those nights. The nights full of questioning. Was he actually getting anywhere? Had he changed from how he was before? Had he gotten where he wanted in his life?

In a word… Eh.

These nights were what made him despise his existence, those full of doubt and confusion, where sleep was a mirage in the desert he called life, threatening to grab him, but never able to snare him. Those few, nigh-mythical nights where he needed someone. Friend, foe, hell, he’d take a stranger if it did something.

Here's to a long night.

[miss-shojo]

[glowingeyedmadman]

Cen was going to stay quiet, up until the ‘ruined the night’ quip. He leaned back against the wall, giving a look of almost paternal concern. The tables had turned. “Shojo, what in the hell is going on? Three of… Those, in a month? That’s like me hitting Critical twice in a year.” He sounded… Worried? What happened to the cocky douche? Aquila ducked aside, letting them go on. She needed none of this on her. Cen leaned forward, putting a hand to her shoulder. “I know I’ve been shit lately… Gone more often than Jason’s humor… But I’m gonna fix it. Move back in. Help as much as I can.”

[miss-shojo]

Shojo’s eyes teared up again and she bowed her head in humiliation. His hand on her shoulder made her look up again, her eyes tinged pink and cheeks red. She opened her mouth to reply but her lip trembled. She dropped her purse and wrapped her arms around Cen, pressing herself against him and crying quietly.

“Please please don’t tell anyone.. Please…” she cried. “I.. I don’t want anyone to worry about me. Only Terry an.. and Walle knows. Terry keeps suggesting a.. a pacemaker or even a.. a…” She paused to sob, clinging to him tighter. “A heart transplant. It’s all caught up to me and I’m too weak and… and…”

Her anguished cries worsened as she explained, her shoulders shaking from sobbing so hard. She had to cough once or twice to take in a real breath.

[glowingeyedmadman]

The two Chronans each bore a face of negativity, Aquila of sadness, and Cen of his iconic hate. Aquila opened her mouth to try and convince her mother she would be okay when he belted out, "How is it you're weak from a bad heart? You fall down. You pass out. But you get up!" He forced a hand her way, offering himself his hand, just as she had so long ago. "Weak bodies mean nothing. Weak minds mean nothing. Weak both mean something. So, unless you wanna give up and go, keep getting up. I'll step in and help." He paused, the anger subsiding from his features and voice. "I can do that much... You deserve much more, but I can do that much."

[miss-shojo]

[glowingeyedmadman]

Cen made a beeline for her, a panicked look in his eyes as he heard her call out. He kneeled down beside her, putting an arm over her shoulder and helping her upright. “I gotcha, Sho, I gotcha!” He glanced over to Aquila, hollering for her to come over to him, help him carry her. His own heart was pumping overdrive, trying to pump everything through his system as he tried processing what was happening. The duo rushed her to the portal, hurrying to the med lab.

[miss-shojo]

The doctor and nurses took the now pale and shaking Shojo in and, about ten minutes later, allowed Cen and Aquila to come in as well. Shojo sat up on the exam table drinking down a few pills with a cannula in her nose connected to an O2 tank. She quickly turned away from her visitors, thoroughly embarrassed by the whole ordeal.

“Excellent timing, you two,” Terry said to Cen and Aquila. “Miss Greene here will be just fine and you can all return to- You said you were at a bar, Miss Greene?”

Shojo nodded taking the cannula out and tossing it aside as if it were disease ridden. She stepped down, took a few deep breaths, and joined them.

“Now I know I don’t need to say this but, please, take it easy,” Terry advised. “This is the 3rd time this month now.”

“I know. Thanks Terry,” Shojo mumbled, giving him a small but grateful smile. The nurses led them out to the hallway to give them some privacy. Shojo still couldn’t meet either of their gazes.

“Sorry I ruined the night,” she said, fiddling with the zipper of her purse.

[glowingeyedmadman]

Cen was going to stay quiet, up until the 'ruined the night' quip. He leaned back against the wall, giving a look of almost paternal concern. The tables had turned. "Shojo, what in the hell is going on? Three of... Those, in a month? That's like me hitting Critical twice in a year." He sounded... Worried? What happened to the cocky douche? Aquila ducked aside, letting them go on. She needed none of this on her. Cen leaned forward, putting a hand to her shoulder. "I know I've been shit lately... Gone more often than Jason's humor... But I'm gonna fix it. Move back in. Help as much as I can."

[thehopefulones-archived-deactiv]

Jackson was already inside Jason’s room when he manifested. And the form he took wasn’t tall and frightening with a large scythe and skeletal hands. No skull under a heavy black hood, no hourglass that trickled away the last seconds of someone’s life.

The reaper was less than five feet tall and barely ninety pounds. He was dressed formally, a crisp white dress shirt tucked into black dress pants and matching shoes, and a dark blue vest. But his pale blue wool cloak was out of place, out dated, not matching with the modern clothing. At least he had the reaper like hood that shrouded his face on shadow. And he just stood there, quiet and patient, between the curtains of the window as the sky lit up with a lightning storm and thunder, rain starting to come down in loud sheets, waking Jason.

glowingeyedmadman

[glowingeyedmadman]

The Chronan only awoke from thunder due to his poor sleep. Too many thoughts raced inside his skull, pounding out equations and theorems for testing. His wife had a family gathering to attend, and had left him to his own devices. Upon awakening, the soft glow of his eyes pierced the dark, the only color besides the lightning flashes. He saw the well dressed silhouette outside, mildly curious. "...I see you there. To what end do I owe this visit from an unknown benefactor?"

[miss-shojo]

[glowingeyedmadman]

Aquila looked hurt, scorned by her mother. “I was… Trying to help…” She managed to stammer out, stepping back. Cen stared on after her, quietly preparing to eat a few bullets in hatred against himself. But before he did, he ran after her. “Shojo!” He called out after her, “I’m SORRY!” He yelped, keeping away. She was already down and towards the portal before her. He’s lost her.

[miss-shojo]

Her vision blurred again. Calm down. Calm down. Stop beating so damn hard. She looked up and saw a figure in black, then Cen, then back to a shapeless figure. Her walk turned into shuffling and her hand clutched at her heart more. Fuck. Not now. She can’t look this weak in front of him, this broken.

“Cen..”

Shojo fell to her hand and knees, panting hard. Calm down. Calm down. One, two, three, breathe. Remember what Doctor Terry said. Just breathe. You’re just overexcited. That’s all. One, two, three, breathe. Calm down.

“Cen.. Help me..”

[glowingeyedmadman]

Cen made a beeline for her, a panicked look in his eyes as he heard her call out. He kneeled down beside her, putting an arm over his shoulder and helping her upright. "I gotcha, Sho, I gotcha!" He glanced over to Aquila, hollering for her to come over to him, help him carry her. His own heart was pumping overdrive, trying to pump everything through his system as he tried processing what was happening. The duo rushed her to the portal, hurrying to the med lab.

[miss-shojo]

[glowingeyedmadman]

Cen tried running after her, but Aquila held him back. “Bad idea, Pops. She needs someone less… asshole.” She hurried outside to find her mom on one of the stoops, settling down beside her. “Mom? You okay? Is everything okay? Should I assume Cen is off the dating list?” Cen ignored the warning, coming down to find the both of them. “Okay… I can suddenly tell I have MAJORLY fucked up this one…” He leaned against a nearby light post, staring at the two of them. “But can I do anything NOW? You look pretty pale…”

[miss-shojo]

Aquila had found Shojo crying softly into her knees, struggling to take in deep breaths. She settled down a bit as her daughter sat beside her, drying her eyes on her jacket. Her hands were shaking.

“Were you in on this?” she asked, ignoring her questions. “Did you plan this out with him?” She looked at Aquila with a sense of betrayal, her brows arced upwards in disappointment. Unfortunately Shojo was back on her feet and looking pissed when Cen arrived on the scene.

“No. There’s nothing you can do,” she replied hotly and started walking off again, one hand against her heart. Calm down calm down. “And I’m fine.” 

[glowingeyedmadman]

Aquila looked hurt, scorned by her mother. "I was... Trying to help..." She managed to stammer out, stepping back. Cen stared on after her, quietly preparing to eat a few bullets in hatred against himself. But before he did, he ran after her. "Shojo!" He called out after her, "I'm SORRY!" He yelped, keeping away. She was already down and towards the portal before her. He's lost her.

[miss-shojo]

[glowingeyedmadman]

He fell back, bloody nose and missing teeth going as he reeled. She hit him. She hit HIM. He remained dazed there for a good minute or so, before realizing just how badly he had fucked up. He slowly picked himself up, resetting his face as he got up to look at her, a look of astonishment still plastered onto him. “Wow… You got a mean right hook, Sho…” He groaned, holding his nose to stem the bleeding back for her. “I’ll be honest, I was banking on you NOT doing that… Wow, holy shit you hit hard, I…” He snorted out a bit of it, wiping the rest off with a spare napkin. “I… I am REALLY amazed, what the hell DID I miss?”

[miss-shojo]

Shojo’s anger flinched when she saw him bleeding. She had to fight back every instinct to rush to his aid with a napkin and some motherly affection. She crossed her arms and stayed on her chair to remain at his height.

“Damn right I hit hard. What? You thought I’d just fall into your masculine arms and beg for you to come back home? FUCK YOU,” she yelled, furiously wiping at her eyes. She stomped off the chair, grabbed her purse, and stormed out to the street. A millisecond later she stepped back inside.

“And by the way, you missed nothing. Absolutely nothing. And by nothing I mean my panic attacks, my ever increasing fainting spells, and all the other shit I went through WITHOUT YOU.”

She left again, her heart nearly beating out of her chest. Her vision blurred and she shook it off. No no no. Not now. She looked down the street for the portal or somewhere to sit for a while. From the looks of it she won’t be standing up in a few minutes.

[glowingeyedmadman]

Cen tried running after her, but Aquila held him back. "Bad idea, Pops. She needs someone less... asshole." She hurried outside to find her mom on one of the stoops, settling down beside her. "Mom? You okay? Is everything okay? Should I assume Cen is off the dating list?" Cen ignored the warning, coming down to find the both of them. "Okay... I can suddenly tell I have MAJORLY fucked up this one..." He leaned against a nearby light post, staring at the two of them. "But can I do anything NOW? You look pretty pale..."

[miss-shojo]

[glowingeyedmadman]

He glanced up at her with intrigue at her anger, quite amazed that she actually had the feeling, especially at him. He debated lying, spinning up shit about Jason or the Octodne… But he was above that. This time, at least. He got up, snuffing the cigarette in the ashtray, keeping an almost calm look, maintaining eye contact. “Hit me. If you’re angry, then let it out. Slap that suit on, belt me in the mouth, remind me I’m an ass.” He shed the jacket, held his arms like a crucifixion, and waited. “You’re either angry at me for abandonment, or you’re happy to see me again, despite the absence. So, either hit me or hug me. Do it!”

[miss-shojo]

Shojo’s lip trembled more and her shoulders drooped, her demeanor sinking back to her infamous lost puppy look. She quietly stepped up on to a chair to be at his height and stared right back at him.

“Oh Cen..”

For a brief moment it looked as though Shojo would embrace him and burst into the tears of the damsel. She looked so weak, so adorably helpless, so fragile. And then suddenly-

WHACK! Her fist collided with his face, her Power Ranger armor up to her elbow. That helplessness was only a ruse.

“Ask and you shall receive, asshole,” she spat, staying up on the chair.

[glowingeyedmadman]

He fell back, bloody nose and missing teeth going as he reeled. She hit him. She hit HIM. He remained dazed there for a good minute or so, before realizing just how badly he had fucked up. He slowly picked himself up, resetting his face as he got up to look at her, a look of astonishment still plastered onto him. "Wow... You got a mean right hook, Sho..." He groaned, holding his nose to stem the bleeding back for her. "I'll be honest, I was banking on you NOT doing that... Wow, holy shit you hit hard, I..." He snorted out a bit of it, wiping the rest off with a spare napkin. "I... I am REALLY amazed, what the hell DID I miss?"

[miss-shojo]

[glowingeyedmadman]

Aquila gave her mother a shit eating grin, pointing to the singer. “Watch him, mom!” She giggled. “Oh, I’ll ever say… That I’ll never LOVE! OH, but I DON’T SAY A LOT of things, when YOU, my love, are gone…” He walked down the stage, onto the tables, crouching down on theirs like a gargoyle, staring Shojo down, then glancing at Aquila with a pleased look. He dropped the microphone and grabbed a glass off a table, sitting down opposite them. “I can firmly say this… Is a surprise.”

[miss-shojo]

Shojo’s eyes watered as she stared up at Cen, mouth agape and cheeks flushed. But as he sat down so nonchalantly, Shojo’s emotions immediately went south.

“Yeah, I bet it’s a fucking surprise,” she exclaimed, getting to her feet and glaring down at him in a rage. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?? I haven’t seen you in MONTHS, you know that?! MONTHS. Is this where you’ve been? Smoking your stupid cigarettes in a bar? Do you have any idea, ANY IDEA how much I’ve been missing you and wanting you and.. and needing you??” Her voice cracked but she kept going.

“And why are you surprised to see me? Did you think for one second that I forgot about you just because you’ve been away? And you know, you still haven’t taught me how to use the rest of that fucking suit you gave me- Which, by the way, I’ve had to use a few times but all I know how to do is punch someone. Did you think I was too hard to teach? Did you want to give up on me? I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to but it sure would have been nice if you could have just said that to my fucking face than just drop off the face of the fucking earth!!”

Shojo stood there, shoulders shaking, eyes glossy, staring right at Cen the entire time. If people were staring she either didn’t notice them or didn’t give a damn.

[glowingeyedmadman]

He glanced up at her with intrigue at her anger, quite amazed that she actually had the feeling, especially at him. He debated lying, spinning up shit about Jason or the Octodne... But he was above that. This time, at least. He got up, snuffing the cigarette in the ashtray, keeping an almost calm look, maintaining eye contact. "Hit me. I'd you're angry, then let it out. Slap that suit on, belt me in the mouth, remind me I'm an ass." He shed the jacket, held his arms like a crucifixion, and waited. "You're either angry at me for abandonment, or you're happy to see me again, despite the absence. So, either hit me or hug me. Do it!"

[miss-shojo]

[glowingeyedmadman]

She jutted a finger in the direction of the smoker, who slowly made his way on stage. The hood covered his eyes and face, just a cigarette and grey-white stubble poking out. He took the mic quickly, coughing a bit to clear his throat. The guitarist plucked out a few notes, starting them along. “The Sky looks pissed… The wind talks back… My bones are shifting in my skin… And you, my love, are gone.” A pause in the song. This was personal, everyone there could tell, but he delayed. Nerves, for once in his life. “My room feels WRONG… The bed won’t FIT! I cannot seem to OPERATE, when you, my love are gone…” He yanked back the hood, amber eyes glaring out into the empty chairs besides them. “So, fly away, on soapy heels, and, promise not to promise anymore! And, if you come around again, then I will take, then, I will take, Then I will take the chain from off my door…”

[miss-shojo]

Shojo’s heart empathized with the painful lyrics of the song. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say that sounded like Cen. But he wouldn’t be here in Seattle. Also when did he start singing? It couldn’t be him.

But then the hood came off  and all the world paused around Shojo. Cen. That was Cen, wasn’t it? Her eyes widened. Her heart skipped a beat or two.

“Cen..?” she breathed, not taking her eyes off him.

[glowingeyedmadman]

Aquila gave her mother a shit eating grin, pointing to the singer. "Watch him, mom!" She giggled. "Oh, I'll ever say... That I'll never LOVE! OH, but I DON'T SAY A LOT of things, when YOU, my love, are gone..." He walked down the stage, onto the tables, crouching down on theirs like a gargoyle, staring Shojo down, then glancing at Aquila with a pleased look. He dropped the microphone and grabbed a glass off a table, sitting down opposite them. "I can firmly say this... Is a surprise."

[miss-shojo]

[glowingeyedmadman]

The venue wasn’t anything to write home about, just a little bar and restaurant, one of those open mic night stage things going on. Later evening, from the look of things. The only off putting thing was some asshole with his hood down smoking in the back, while some albino guy, fresh from across the pond, played away with tattooed arms and hands fiddling a guitar. The bar tender seemed young, sharp, like he knew where you were when your dark secrets happened, and the bouncer was a neat machine of a man, tall, pale, imposing, but a teddy bear kinda face. “Cop a squat, show’s just startin’, mom!”

[miss-shojo]

Shojo walked in and took a seat next to Aquila, noticing the peculiar people in the bar but unable to recognize anyone. She smelled cigarette smoke and her thoughts turned to Cen. She missed him more than she could bare and she instantly frowned at the table.

“Show? What show?”

[glowingeyedmadman]

She jutted a finger in the direction of the smoker, who slowly made his way on stage. The hood covered his eyes and face, just a cigarette and grey-white stubble poking out. He took the mic quickly, coughing a bit to clear his throat. The guitarist plucked out a few notes, starting them along. "The Sky looks pissed... The wind talks back... My bones are shifting in my skin... And you, my love, are gone." A pause in the song. This was personal, everyone there could tell, but he delayed. Nerves, for once in his life. "My room feels WRONG... The bed won't FIT! I cannot seem to OPERATE, when you, my love are gone..." He yanked back the hood, amber eyes glaring out into the empty chairs besides them. "So, fly away, on soapy heels, and, promise not to promise anymore! And, if you come around again, then I will take, then, I will take, Then I will take the chain from off my door..."

[miss-shojo]

[glowingeyedmadman]

“Probs so.” She stepped up beside it, offering it to her like a bellhop at a ritzy hotel. “After you, mama!” Oh, this would be delightfully fun, if she did this right. May even end up with her getting thanked. Here’s hoping…

[miss-shojo]

Shojo laughed and curtsied to Aquila before stepping through the portal. She stepped through and waited on the other side for Aquila.

[glowingeyedmadman]

The venue wasn't anything to write home about, just a little bar and restaurant, one of those open mic night stage things going on. Later evening, from the look of things. The only off putting thing was some asshole with his hood down smoking in the back, while some albino guy, fresh from across the pond, played away with tattooed arms and hands fiddling a guitar. The bar tender seemed young, sharp, like he knew where you were when your dark secrets happened, and the bouncer was a neat machine of a man, tall, pale, imposing, but a teddy bear kinda face. "Cop a squat, show's just startin', mom!"

[miss-shojo]

[glowingeyedmadman]

“I moved out to Seattle around seventeen. With you handling the boys, and myself and dad raising me, I emancipated and moved somewhere new. But yes, ye olde denim jackets are still there, on occasion…” She giggled a bit, offering the door to her. When she asked for their destination, she had to sigh a bit in,reminiscence. “There’s some little restaurant Pops used to take me. Got a bar there, sells okay food. They know me by name at this rate, might get us discounts.”

[miss-shojo]

“Sounds good to me. We’re going there by portal right?” she said, glancing nervously back at the socket once more before they exited the room. Shojo put a note on the door for Walle to find and stepped up to the portal.

“This is gonna be an interesting Mother’s Day,” she chuckled.

[glowingeyedmadman]

"Probs so." She stepped up beside it, offering it to her like a bellhop at a ritzy hotel. "After you, mama!" Oh, this would be delightfully fun, if she did this right. May even end up with her getting thanked. Here's hoping...