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jacinthemansion‌:

“I’m sorry.” Jac wasn’t close to his mother; he honestly had no idea what was going on with her these days, and he had no intentions of changing that any time soon. But he did understand family, despite that. Ria, Sam, Sadie, his whole crew. Jac would do anything for any of them. 

Jac stroked an imaginary beard as if considering it. “Now that sounds like it might have a big payoff. I think I could pull off a gangster look, yes?” After a short laugh, he held his hand out to the younger man. “Jac Caswell.” 

“It’s okay. I’ve had a lot of time to process it,” Harley replied. It was truer than the other man could imagine-- there was a time before this when Harley had had quite literally nothing but time to process it. Although he’d never imagined that retiring from the commission and getting sent back so he could relive his teen years with his mom would have been his last time hop. In fact, the commission being over was still nuts to him. 

“Oh, yes, one hundred percent.” Harley said, shaking the man’s hand. “Harley Cordell. Pleasure,”

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jacinthemansion‌:

Opening the bottle, Jac smiled as he took a drink. “That’s nice of you.” The man didn’t look like the type that Jac was used to, volunteering only because it made him look good. Jac had no patience for those kinds of people, only keeping in their good graces because it made it so much easier to steal from them. “Is there a charity in particular you’re involved with?” He was always willing to drop money into a good cause, he enjoyed it actually. He liked putting some good out into the world. 

Sighing as though he’d really been planning to steal from the gas station, Jac took a drink. “Guess I will find somewhere else to rob then. Can’t support my lifestyle if I’m in prison.” He could imagine the glare Sam would give him for making that joke, but it’s not like anyone ever took Jac seriously. Besides, he certainly wouldn’t steal from someone who couldn’t afford it. He’d much rather steal from the CEO of an oil company than just a simple gas station. “Such a pity, I needed something fun to do.” 

“Nope, just doing it on my own free time.” Harley stated vaguely, meeting the man’s gaze before deciding to elaborate. “My mom,” He started. “She fell ill years ago, and I started working as a volunteer so I could spend more time with her and help her as much as possible. Ever since, I’ve just made it a habit,” He explained further, fiddling with one of the buttons on his pink floral blazer. 

He laughed, shaking his head a bit. “A smart decision. I’m sure you can find better ways to pass the time. Ever consider starting a drug ring?” Harley joked, playing into the ‘stealing from the gas station’ improv that they had started. 

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frankishea‌:

“Mm, probably wouldn’t. This is New York City we’re talking about.” she murmured quietly.  As soon as he nodded at her son she stood taller. “Maybe you should just mind your own business? Have you ever thought about that? Because listen, I get it, I’m a small woman, I’m a mother, but you just saw me pull a knife on that man, what in the hell makes you think I won’t do the same to you if you don’t back the fuck up?” she asked.

Sure she was being far too harsh. The man just looked like someone trying to keep the calm, but Frances had learned the hard way not to trust any man, especially the nice seeming ones. “Bye.” she added, forcing a smile to him, as she waved her hand.

“Oh, yes, silly me. I forgot, New York city doesn’t have a justice system and people are totally allowed to stab anyone who gets close to them on a crowded subway. How could I forget.” Harley replied sarcastically, hardly even blinking when the woman became aggressive. Not only had he worked for the commission keeping the timeline of events on the right track, this had also been his second time growing up in New York city. He’d seen it all at this point. “Woah, no need for all of that. Projecting isn’t a healthy habit. I understand that you probably think I stepped in because you’re a woman, and you have every right to be offended by that, but I don’t doubt that you can handle things for yourself. I was only trying to prevent an unnecessary altercation,” He said, glancing behind him at the man from before who was now crying on a very uncomfortable looking old man’s shoulder before stumbling off at the next stop. 

“And, seems I was successful.” He began, turning back to her. “Not trying to tell you how to parent or anything, but threatening to stab multiple people in front of a child doesn’t make you seem tough, by the way. Have a nice one,” He returned her wave, meeting her forced smile with a more genuine one before stepping off of the subway train.

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ofrubysight‌:

Apollo’s eyes shifted to his clothing and chuckled. “I was joking, man.” He playfully nudged his elbow into the stranger’s own. He couldn’t care less if the man offering him some of his Cheetos was a drug dealer or not, especially when the man was trying to paint himself as a saint for volunteering at the hospital. He shook his head in response to the offer and opened his can and took a sip from it. “So, volunteering at the hospital, huh? Trying to get brownie points?” Geez, Apollo sucked at small talk.

“Jokes usually have a punchline,” Harley teased, raising his eyebrows at the man. After he didn’t take the Cheetos, Harley shrugged and began snacking on them himself. “Brownie points for what? It’s just something I do.” He shrugged once more, looking from his bag of Cheetos to the man standing next to him. He couldn’t help but laugh a little bit-- he wasn’t going to tell his life story to a stranger, but he had his reasons for volunteering at the hospital. He’d started doing it when his mom had fallen ill, and it just became a habit ever since. “You’re not very good at starting friendly conversations, are you? Let’s start over. My name’s Harley, and you are?”

[embermackenna]

        she’d finally caved and gone into a hospital when she’d nearly collapsed just walking to the bathroom, and as much as she’d hated the whole thing she was relieved to have the ribs realigned - she could speed the healing process by feeding the void a bit more than usual, and all of this would be behind her in no time. still, going out and just finding people to throw into whatever exactly the void was wasn’t always a simple task, namely because she was trying to stick to only killing those that deserved it, and she didn’t trust herself not to pass out just walking around the city on her own - which was what had led to this moment.         “don’t suppose you’d be interested in joining me for a night out? i’ll even buy dinner, just need a walking buddy.”

[harleycxrdell]

Harley didn’t volunteer at the hospital too often-- only when he was asked to, or felt like they really needed it. He occasionally spent time at the animal shelter as well, however, this particular night the nurses had asked him to come help, so he was already near the hospital. He liked walking home-- it wasn’t far, and the nighttime air usually cleared his mind. Being asked to dinner, on the other hand, wasn’t normally a part of his routine. “Sure,” He replied, shaking his head. “You don’t need to pay for it, I’ve got it. Are you alright, though?” He asked, a bit concerned. 

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ofrubysight‌:

“You don’t look suspicious at all,” Apollo said with a sarcastic tone, a can of Coke in his hand as he walked out of the store. “You could have easily fooled me as a dealer.” He shrugged. “So you might want to watch out for the desperate junkies that will think the same thing.” Drug dealers were probably the least of the local police department’s worries with some psycho bomber still running around. He was surprised the once hustle n’ bustle city of New York wasn’t already a ghost town based on recent events. “Unless you’re actually dealing, then… good for you.”

“I disagree,” Harley replied. No kind of corner store drug dealer would be wearing a Gucci blazer and pink shiny boots. Or, maybe they would, Harley tried not to stereotype. “I think I can hold my own regardless. I’m definitely not a drug dealer, just stopped by to grab a snack after volunteering at the hospital.” He explained honestly, ripping open his bag of cheetos. “Want one?”

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frankishea‌:

Frankie glared up to the younger man as he spoke to her. She shoved her knife back into her pocket. She sighed and looked over his shoulder to see the man who had groped her. “I’m not so convinced.” she sighed quietly, squeezing tighter at her son’s hand. Perhaps she was more quick to judge now.  She had been kept  in a jail with her son for the past three years after being captured by a crazy old man, of course she had been prepared to kill any that touched her after that. 

“I mean unless he was just into squeezing alien ass, which I mean is an option, but not one I support.” she said, meeting the stranger’s eyes. She sighed as she leaned back against the pole. “Thanks I guess, suppose I don’t want any stains on my dress.” she murmured as she flattened the white fabric. 

“Well, regardless, since he’s on something and didn’t threaten you with violence, stabbing him would probably land you a cute little orange jumpsuit.” He nodded at her son, “Which, wouldn’t be good for the little one either. You should probably be more careful about whipping out weapons on public transport, even though I’m all for stabbing people who don’t understand personal space, the law wouldn’t always agree with me.” 

“Ah, yes. That too. Wouldn’t want to ruin a perfectly good white dress. Unless you’re a little gothy, then I suppose blood stains are fine,” 

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jacinthemansion‌:

Jac had insisted he was fine, that the concussion had no lasting effects on him, but he’d still been sensible (see, Sam, he could be sensible) and gone back to the hospital for another check up. He absolutely, flat out refused to stay there for long, but he’d gone, he’d seen the doctor, and he’d told the doctor he felt fine. 

Still covered in bruises, and scruffier than he’d normally be, Jac had gotten weird looks from the storekeeper, to which he’d just rolled his eyes. Whenever he wore his suits, he was always treated with respect, but when he dressed in jeans and a plain t-shirt, he was a troublemaker. “Waiting for someone?” He commented, seeing that the man was still outside. “Or just loitering?” The posh English accent was in direct juxtaposition to how he looked. “I don’t think they make enough money to be worth robbing, if that’s where your mind is going.” 

Harley looked up at the man-- he was a bit certain he’d seen him in the hospital, though, he chose not to mention that. “Hm? Oh, no, I’m not waiting for anyone. I was volunteering in the hospital. I do a lot of volunteer work with my free time, lately.” He shrugged. He liked to help out-- especially now that his job didn’t consist of teleporting to different times and ruthlessly killing and manipulating people to push a timeline of events in the ‘right’ direction. 

“Definitely not robbing, either. A gas station is probably the worst place to rob. They only keep so much money in the drawer and they’re the most expected targets of robbery, so they generally have an emergency button and cameras. I wouldn’t suggest it unless you’re looking to be arrested,”

[frankishea]

Frances supposed she truly hadn’t lost her spark. For months she had been worried that she couldn’t stand up for herself anymore, that she had become too reliant on Sebastian. She was just trying to ride the subway like a normal person, Thomas holding onto her hand. Of course that meant some creep was going to try and interrupt. 

She bit her tongue and stood tall, until he pushed too far, actually touching her. With a swift motion she used the hand that had been holding onto the pole and pulled a switch blade from her pocket. Before she was able to really threaten the man however someone stepped between them. She glared at the stranger. “Listen, I could have handled him.”

[harleycxrdell]

Harley didn’t ride the subway often-- he was a bit claustrophobic, and the rush of people gave him anxiety. But, sometimes you just needed to take it to get around. It was a pretty normal night on the subway, until a small commotion was taking place right next to him. Nothing to uncommon, some homeless looking man who was most definitely on some kind of hallucinogenic drug was waddling around the subway cabin, though, he’d stumbled a bit too close a woman and what appeared to be her child, bumping into her. 

Harley expected nothing more than some words of choice from the woman, but to his surprise, she pulled a switch blade on the very clearly inebriated man. Harley, then, not really wanting to see this woman do jail time for stabbing a wobbling homeless man on drugs, stepped in between the two. “I’m extremely positive you could have,” He replied to her calmly, pointing behind him to the man. “Before you get all stabby, though, take a closer look at him. He’s on quite a bit of drugs, the poor idiot. But I can assure you, his pupils are the size of saucers and I’m positive that he has absolutely no idea who or where he is. Just didn’t want to see you stab a man who probably thinks he’s on mars with an army of purple tentacle monsters and possibly get in trouble for it.” 

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griddyshazel‌:

Upon hearing his name, Hazel raised an eyebrow. Who was this person? How did they know his name? “Yes.” He said, in a slightly confused tone. The face didn’t really ring a bell, but from this man’s expression, it was clear he knew who Hazel was.

“I’m sorry. May I ask your name? I can’t seem to remember who you are. I apologize.”

Harley couldn’t help but let out a boisterous laugh, almost forgetting that he’d gone through his teen years again and currently, physically, was only twenty five. Oh, how fun it was when your perception of time was no longer linear. “Harley Cordell,” He replied, holding out his hand like he wanted a handshake, mostly as a joke. 

“It’s interesting to run into you, quite literally,” He said, and though the two had never worked together for a prolonged period of time, Harley remembered Hazel and Cha Cha quite vividly. 

[griddyshazel-deactivated2019070]

@harleycxrdell

Things finally seemed to be settling in for Hazel. The apocalypse was prevented, everyone was okay, there was no commission looking for him, Five, or any of the others from the Hargreeves’ family. And although there was still the massive threat of this mystery terrorist who was placing explosives in kids toys, at least there were two huge problems off of he and the Academy’s plate. Having decided to spend the night finally exploring this place and find one of those amazing hole in the wall eatieries people always talk about in this town, he made his way towards the center of city.

Upon leaving one of said eateries, Hazel nearly plowed into someone who was maybe not even half his size. “I apologize for that. The reflection of the door got the best of me.” He said, doing a quick scan of the young man to make sure he was okay.

[harleycxrdell]

Harley had been on his way back to his house, though, getting plowed into by someone who almost nearly knocked him over caught him a little off guard. He figured he should probably do a better job of watching where he was going, but now that the academy was buzzing again like he predicted it would, he had a lot on his mind. The time to act was now. 

“Oh, it’s okay, I wasn’t quite looking--” He paused, shocked when he finally locked eyes with the man who had run into him. “Oh my god, Hazel?” He asked out of shock.

[astrlhrt]

she felt useless but the greater part of that came from her inability to help. eve didn’t know first aid, she didn’t know how to care for people. she was still flickering some days between human and not. all it took was for her to sneeze or to get angry and she’d be back to being a ghost. 

she sat at the bar, and that was a strange concept, looking old enough to get in places, looking at the beer that placed in front of her. she felt like a kid sneaking their parents’ liquor, even though eve was physically and mentally old enough to drink now.

eve took one sip and promptly almost spat it back out, “oh god that’s horrible, how do people drink beer on the regular?”

[harleycxrdell]

Harley rarely spent time in bars. He’d had enough of that during his run with the commission, and being sent back in time to live through his teen years again, it had been easy to take a break from alcohol. Though, today he was feeling particularly lonely and thought maybe mister Captain Morgan could keep him a bit of company. 

After hearing the girl next to him wretch at the taste of her drink, he finally turned his attention away from his notebook and laughed. “First drink?” He asked her with a smile, shaking his head a bit. “Beer is gross, unless you’re into bitter wheat water. If you didn’t like it, I’d suggest trying something a little on the sweeter side, like a wine spritzer or a fruity drink. If you get cherry vodka with cranberry juice and sour mix, it kind of tastes like a jolly rancher,”

[harleycxrdell]

With everything that had been happening lately– the animal virus breakout, the bombs– Harley felt as if finally, the time was coming. Ever since retiring from the commission, only to grow up and discover that in this new timeline he’d chosen to retire in it had ended– he knew something would happen surrounding the Umbrella Academy. They’d been such a topic during his run at the commission, that it had even made Harley question his morals. Why did they get to decide what was and wasn’t supposed to happen? Where, exactly, did all of that information come from?

This time, Harley wanted to help. After all of the explosions, he concluded that the Umbrella Academy kids were in immediate danger and he wanted to atone for the innocent people he’d had to fuck with during his long and grueling years as a corporate goon. However, with the umbrella academy’s base destroyed, Harley wasn’t sure where to go to find them. He slouched against the wall of the corner store next to the hospital where he’d been volunteering to help with whatever he could help with in light of recent events, opening a bottle of soda and taking a long drink from it.