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ofassassinconroy:

Maybe he was supposed to feel empathic over people mourning the loss of a public figure; even those who had never met the man a day in their life had tears and tension over the loss. Honestly, Jack didn’t understand it and he worked for the man. Other then forlornly missing the full-time employment he had enjoyed over the last several months, let’s be honest, he could care less one way or the other that he was dead. It was cold, but that’s just how he felt. Detached from the feelings of those mourning, blue eyes looked through the crowd; it was the young blonde excited over Valentine roses and letters that caught his attention. He couldn’t help but laugh and earned him a few glares of those thinking it was inappropriate. Jack ignored them anyway and instead squeezed his way through the crowd to the girl who was at least far more interesting at the moment. “I’m kind of appreciating the whole saving valentines away for a rainy day.” He mused, a grin on his features.

“Thanks, even though I didn’t ask.” It was just the kind of response one should expect from her, although she did try her best to soften her tone. Maybe he’d think she was joking. “Some of these are from past years, actually. I sometimes forget to get around to reading them.” But it was good that he wasn’t looking at her disdainfully, unlike some of the people mourning (or simply being sanctimonious) there.

#conversations ☵ j. misuk #ofassassinconroy.

tcthepcinte:

The nearby mention of valentines day causes Ridley to start suddenly to attention, her gaze rapidly moving around to find the source. For the most part she hated the holiday, though it mainly had something to do with the 14th of February also being her birthday and it always being overshadowed by the day of love. “You had me for a second there” Ridley says to the person who had spoken, her eyes scanning the gifts with the remaining mild confusion, “I thought my birthday had come around a lot sooner than I was expecting.”

“It’s not. But I forget what the date is,” replied Misuk. Her use of “forget” rather than “have forgotten” is deliberate; she loses track of time as a frequent occurrence. “Why do you look upset by the thought of your birthday?”

#conversations ☵ j. misuk #tcthepcinte.

eliza--campbell:

Elizabeth pulled away from the crowd, trying not to be in peoples’ way. She raised an eyebrow at Zaki, confused by his ramblings. Was he trying to hit on her? There was no way in hell that he actually thought hitting on her was a good idea. “Uh, thanks?” She said, a little confused by the situation. “You definitely are not cool, especially right now.” She nodded, letting out a quiet laugh. “Father is friends with Mr. Suarez. We were all invited to the gala. What brought you to town?”

Zaki grimaced at his own folly. It was incredible, the difference between himself flirting when in front of his female fans and him flirting with a girl he knew from way back. She could see right through him, and had no idea he saw her as anything beyond a friend. “Oh, right, yeah.” He took a breath, activating his composed actor mode. Calmly, he explained, “I’m doing some volunteer work with the Heroes Union. You know, Suarez spearheading and everything.” He tried ignoring the cop cars’ sirens, but they were beginning to drown things out. “Do you think we should move elsewhere to talk? It’s been a while.” Really, he was also nervous. Why were they are here? Why were they here? What for?

#conversations ☵ zaki f.#eliza campbell.

thrcughlincs:

just off her affect mateo backs off. it’s hard enough following in the footsteps of his father, who just with a smile alone can keep a conversation going. but there’s something about her that strikes her as familiar. it isn’t until misuk’s face registers on him does a twinge of jealousy pinch his inner thoughts. it’s small and insignificant, but the more he thinks about his father’s lack of involvement in his life, the more it festers in his head. “a strange place to be studying,” he says quietly, looking out at the police tape. he can’t blame her, though. this was a common study spot and what not. “well you won’t be bored, at least.”

“right, yeah.” she can tell he’s realised who she is, to her annoyance. there’s a reason she's been bleaching her naturally dark hair blonde over the years: hoping she’d be recognised less, of course. but there’s also something else about the way mateo is looking at her, and the fact that she can’t identify it nips at her. is he mad or something? what the fuck did she even do to him? “why are you staring at me like that? like i’ve done something wrong?”

#conversations ☵ j. misuk #thrcughlincs.

wcvingtheflag:

grant could’ve sworn that the guy wasn’t there before he spoke, and normally the investigative reporter was pretty careful about being aware of his surroundings when he was ‘working’. Being spotted while investigating often threw a spanner in the works, so he’d gotten good at not being spotted. So this was new, enough to throw him off his usually confident demeanour to just be confused “I mean…I guess so? Sorry?”

zaki was willing to let this little accident slide, but he’d been warned by his family —— who were much worldlier than he was —— about journalists. eliza was his blind spot, but the rest... well.... “just to be clear,” said zaki, hardening his expression and tone, “you weren’t trying to investigate me without permission, were you? because if you were, let’s just say i have people for telling you what legal action we’d be taking. even the fbi need search warrants.”

#conversations ☵ zaki f.#wcvingtheflag.

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@kapxw

The night was unseasonably chilly the night of the gala. Eliza had to wrap her saree around her arms tighter, just to keep the chill off of her skin. She stood outside of the Heroes Union building, waiting for Kitty and her father to come out so they could go. She had been ready to leave since her conversation with Raul, but she couldn’t leave the party at 9:30, that would have been too strange.

The wind whipped her brown hair into her face, just as the police were pulling up to the building. She raised an eyebrow, but assumed that maybe they were there to enjoy the party, or maybe help clean up. That is, until more and more police cars arrived with their lights on. She looked at the door, and people were rushing out fast. She turned her head, looking for familiar faces in the crowd when she felt someone softly push her. “Hey, watch where you’re going.” She looked up to see a face that she hadn’t seen in years. “Fame blind you?”

kapxw-blog

Zaki had been preoccupied with the sudden influx of cop cars. He was never used to them, and the sheer abundance of them that night made him apprehensive. Surely, what he was doing with the Union was good. For what reason would they even be here? His contemplation was interrupted when he bumped into Eliza, however.

After soaking in the fact that it was really her, Zaki replied, “Uh, fame? No, no, if anything’s blinded me here, it’s you.” He realises that wasn’t nearly as smooth as he thought. “I mean, because, you know... you look good tonight. Not that you don’t always....” He paused to take a deep breath, before letting out a laugh. “Look, if there’s one person I can’t pretend to be ‘cool’ around, it’s you, Eliza. You know I’m not that cool.” He beamed at her, trying to push his nerves to the back of his mind. “So! I didn’t know you’d be at this Gala.”

#conversations ☵ zaki f.#i've just been having exams !!! will try to work on replies tonight !!!!!#eliza campbell.

when someone came a bit nearer zaki’s invisible form, he was startled back into visibility. “whoa, uh, i swear i wasn’t sneaking up on you or anything,” he said. politely, he stepped considerably farther away from the other. “if anything, you... didn’t see i was there.”

#ruse:starter #this fucking sux but .. this'll have to do for now jjfjf

“oh, how sweet. roses and letters for valentine’s,” misuk says softly. yes, it’s literally months too late for her to be going over her valentine’s gifts. yes, it's not a good time to be going over them, now that a public figure’s been murdered and tensions are high. the 22-year-old tries her best not to look at the grieving and/or judgemental faces of the people around her. she hears a voice maybe directed towards her, but she’s avoiding the attention.

#ruse:starter #shes just trying to distract herself rly.... ur muse could be trying to talk to her #whether to be judgemental and snappy or just to talk to her for whatever reason #ur muse could even be someone who sent her a gift back on valentine's day??? idk you can plot with me too

annacastillx

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The police hadn’t spent too much time questioning her, and the ease of it may have had something to do with her own personal connections to them. But despite the relatively painless procedure, she was still left with a sour taste in her mouth as she walked out of the department, pulling her keys out of her pocket. It was hard to believe that the person that she’d centered much of her career around was actually dead, his name marred by the incriminating evidence.

Anna stopped in front of her bike, looking up to see a vaguely familiar face and offering them a wry grin. “Are you here about to get grilled or did you just finish?” she asked.

kapxw-blog

Zaki was silent for a few moments, not understanding due to both anxiety and the fact that English wasn’t his first language. “Oh, ‘grilled’ as in being interrogated! Yeah, I’m just about to get ‘grilled.’”

He didn’t think it was going to be that nerve-wracking until his family had implied his chances of being tagged as a suspect were likely, either as a joke or entirely seriously. Now, he was dredging up everything he learned from acting workshops to conceal how frightened he was. He thought to focus on her face, maybe. She certainly was a lovely sight for sore eyes. “How about you?”

#conversations ☵ zaki f.#annacastillx.

thrcughlincs

never before has mateo seen the heroes union so… downtrodden. the floors all the way up to the ballroom are infested with police officers and yellow tape, some of the main hallways are completely closed off, and mateo still can’t access his damn office. his father’s office. it’s a bitter reminder that even in his passing, mateo will always be locked out of his father’s life. the thought bitterly subsides as his eyes slide over the rolex watch raúl gifted him when they first met. at least he’s early for his meeting. too early.

mateo heads into the small community cafe on the ground level to occupy his time. as he sips his dark cold brew, the only thing keeping him grounded in this mess, he spots someone familiar. at first he hesitates to make conversation, but he wanders their way and offers a soft smile. if only he had the confidence of his father. “you called in for the police investigation. or come to plant some evidence,” he asks sarcastically, the humor not at all landing. “anything i can do for you as the, uh, acting president of the union, or anything?”

kapxw-blog

“no,” responds misuk. it’s annoying enough being forever known to some people as that kid rescued by raúl suarez. whether ‘lucky,’ ‘poor,’ or both were attached to the title, she doesn’t like thinking about what she owes to people. interacting with them is enough of a chore without that added baggage; a conversation with the son of suarez himself? just dreadful.

“i’m just studying....” her legs folded, her feet quiver palpably under the table —— not exactly from nerves, but from excitement and a general need for stimulation. the fact that the pages she’s clutching are so clearly marked as a comic book makes it pretty evident that she isn’t actually studying, however.

#conversations ☵ j. misuk #thrcughlincs.

ofcatalina-deactivated20221221

Losing Raul had been much harder on her family than Elizabeth could have ever imagined. Her father was so torn up, and with the loss of their family investments on top of it, she was feeling the weight on her shoulders to fix it. It wasn’t her fault, but no one else was trying to repair the Campbell name or legacy. She stood at a cafe, waiting for her coffee, when she heard someone’s voice. “I’m sorry, were you talking to me?”

kapxw-blog

“Um, yeah. I just saw you’re a reporter, right?” Misuk tried to pull her lips into a smile, but God knew how she looked like from the other female’s side. Probably ridiculous. What she was doing was pretty ridiculous too. Maybe. She didn’t know. She was feeling impulsive. “I was just wondering what it’s like to be a reporter. I’m thinking of perhaps switching to a journalism course next semester.” It was an earnest enquiry, but she was already regretting using this energy to talk to someone for something so... trivial. And inopportune? This woman didn’t know the dead guy, did she?

#conversations ☵ j. misuk #eliza campbell.

mattbjornsson

I’m sorry- I can’t help but feel like you’re someone I should know. Have I seen you around before? Have you done any work with the Heroes Union?

kapxw-blog

Zaki made an effort to stop himself from grimacing, but could barely do so as he waited with dread for her to recognise him as a Hollywood star. What she actually said, however, took him by surprise in the most pleasant way. Thank God she didn’t seem to know he was famous. “Who, little ol’ me? Well, not to brag....” It was amazing enough that he wasn’t recognised, but hear the words from a beautiful woman, and his brain was short-circuiting already. “But, yeah, I’m pretty... yeah... I’m pretty involved in the Heroes Union, you could say that. Watch this.” He trained his attention on a magazine nearby, causing it to float with just his thoughts... before the girl reading it began to scream at him. “Wait, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” The magazine flew back to the stranger’s hands.

#conversations ☵ zaki f.#isabellaheals.#first ic interaction for zaki and he's already fumbling over a pretty lady #she 100% doesn't need to reciprocate his (terrible) flirting btw!

MENA MASSOUD, MALE, HE/HIM -——- zaki faruq has been identified as a twenty seven year-old resident with telekinesis and invisibility. his files indicate that he works as an actor and may be closely linked with the heroes union. he is known to be charming and ingenuous, and did not not know the deceased. ( nat, she/her, 18, gmt )

#ruse:intro

JUNG JINSOUL, FEMALE, SHE/HER -——- jeong misuk has been identified as a twenty two year-old resident with astral plane manipulation. her files indicate that she works as a college student, and has no affiliation. she is known to be lionhearted and irascible, and knew the deceased because he saved her from a kidnapping. ( nat, she/her, 18, gmt )

hi, everyone! i’m v tired and one of my exams will be tomorrow so this isn’t gonna be the longest, but... ( trigger warnings for mentions of abuse, depression, etc. )

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