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For you, controlling your power is like finding peace.
00:00:00 (letsdropin)
in a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when theyâll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my museâs reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
   when you want to run , where do you really go ? at first , sheâd debated a small town in the middle of no where , but thatâs too easy . once tracked , it was nothing to find the new girl that appeared only a few weeks before . no , if you wanted to escape you went to a place where finding one person was like looking for a needle in a haystack . new york .
   sheâs talked about leaving home and going here so much it was almost too obvious . she picked it because sheâd have warning , or well , she could make it so sheâd have warning . she picked it because it was crowded and getting lost in a crowd was something she could do fairly well if she actually wanted to . for the most part , she just wanted to be the center of attention and made it so . now , she wanted nothing more to be a small town girl in a big city , just blending in .Â
   just like home however , sheâd found the wrong circles to play in very quickly . life went from quiet to shady night clubs and stumbling home in less than a month and tonight was no different . tonight sheâd had too much to drink , tonight she couldnât stand straight , and again she was going to try and make it home after the fun died down . a bottle in her hand let her know she wasnât even halfway done yet .Â
   around thirty minutes later there were hands on her waist and she was too far gone to care . good thing she still knew the word â no â as words she didnât care about filled her ears and she pushed the stranger off . she lost a chunck of time until the sound of the bottle hitting the counter brought her to some sort of senses . the bartender just winks at her ; she made friends with him real quick and she works her way out of the club as best as possible , eyes glance at her watch , almost two am . she turns her wrist just for the hell of it , as habit , but she doesnât register how far down the numbers really are . one minutes thirty seconds to go .
   the door opens and again she stumbles , another set of hands around her . they are standing her up before she can fuss and a hand rises to situate herself on the wall . thereâs an amused and half concerned smirk on the guyâs face as she reaches up to run a hand through her hair . eyes spot the countdown on her wrist and she looks at him . â oh , unfortunate . â she mumbles , looking from her wrist to him and then back to her wrist again . â couldnât you have waited until i was sober . â sheâs talking to her wrist as though it will talk back , not at all concerned about the guy thatâs been announced as her soulmate . again , she looks towards him . eyes obviously looking him over , at least heâs  g o r g e o u s  . â youâre very attractive . â slightly slurred , but a stated fact none the less . the tattoos helped , god was she a sucker for those . â and iâm still very drunk , but freya . thanks for catching me . â she holds her hand out as if to shake his , arm rotated just a bit too far . 00:00:00 blatantly looking up at him .Â
this is specially painful on here because reid/toby does NOT have icons in anyway so yeah. i need to get my blu-ray version of the covenant all over again and smh.
psa:
Guys, to anyone that doesnât know, I have not abandoned my blogs. My computer broke and my HD got swiped clean. Iâve lost all my icons, pds, promos, among other non-roleplay stuff. I have been trying to recover them, but I had over 5,000 icons, so itâs gonna take a while.
I was hoping I could have at least SOME before getting back here, but I donât see that happening. Itâs being too stressful. So instead, I will use rph icons for now and try to recover my own, slowly.
Iâm sorry for the time and let me know if youâd like to start anything fresh.
dm đŻ popeÂ
  âOh yeah, because this job goes hand in hand with designer suits and six hundred dollar shoes.â
   Thatâs not to say he didnât own designer suits or shoes more expensive than some people earn in a month, but he was so used to living a life where he didnât need them that they didnât see daylight. Money, much like magic, clung to the Ipswich bloodlines - though in his birth fatherâs case it was mostly gained by largely illegal means. At least the Collinâs fortune was clean, as was his trust fund, estate money and everything he got after their death.Â
   âYeah well, read on and youâll see that one of the druggies put the kidâs sister in the hospital, suspected overdose. Thereâs your explanation.â A pause as he sucks on his teeth and rolls a single shoulder in a lazy shrug. âAnger - rage - is one hell of a motivator. Itâs a fuel that burns hot and fast.â He should know, heâs run solely on it before.
   His attention drifts from the article to the couple who had gone from merely being obnoxious to being inappropriate. The bills flutter to the floor just before the table and Chase heaves a sigh. âYou two either sit the fuck down on your individual seats or you take your aggressive make out session somewhere else. Itâs like havinâ fuckinâ teenagers in here I swear.â The pair, abashed, gather their things and head for the door with haste. âPick up your money, Garwin,â he mutters as an aside as he pulls back the paper.
   Heâs blatantly ignoring the curious expression on Reidâs face, foreseeing that a question will be following shortly. And right on cue, the preamble is presented but not followed by anything. Nothing except a sudden and piercing stabbing sensation in his frontal lobe that causes his vision to swim and his palm to press against his left temple. Eyes burn black for a split second as Chase tries to clear his head before he blinks the darkness away and shakes his head. âThe fuck, man. What was that supposed to be?!â
        âMy MOTHER would say, there are no excuses not to dress fashionably.â
        He teased him. Though it was true. His mother was something of a high valued opinion on fashion circles. It was mostly why Reid saw her with every Harley comet, growing up. He understood Chase, though. He hadnât spent his money more than necessary on the last decade. It was a sort of way not to let anything go into excess in his life. Be it spending money. Be it spending his life in power. He did have a closet full enough of designer clothes, but he rarely wore them anymore. Mostly he always had something unusual on him, non ordinary that distinguished him of other people, but he didnât care to dress to head to toes in labeled clothing like his mother had him, before. He heard the otherâs explanation, and cocked an eyebrow but nodded. He knew about rage himself.Â
        âToo fast. Though it did help me accomplish a lot of great shit in High School. Such as: the replacement of Spencerâs ugly bust, with no aid of power. One of my proudest moments, have to say. â Heâd actually started to talk about a time when heâd managed to break through Calebâs power, and send him on his ass about half a mile away. But he wasnât sure it was a wise subject. He generally avoided bringing up Calebâs specific name with Chase. So not to spark either of their tempers. Their relationship, whatever it was, was a delicate one. And he was aware of it. He snorted at Chaseâs outburst, then rolled eyes but as the couple left, let them glow with a light yellow, the flimsiest burst of power, which send the two hundred dollars flying back to his table. He caught it, and pushed it into the wallet.Â
        Because of his âreckless useâ Reid had actually trained the Power a lot more than any of his three brothers. He had learned the edges of it. Learned to control it almost effortlessly. To use it just on the right amount and not an inch more. It was why he was so good at causing mayhem without even letting his eyes turn full black. He had honed his skills through his teenage years. Often alone. Testing the limits of what he could do with the smallest portions of Power. And despite his fears, ingrained in him by all his peers growing up, it had helped him greatly in the end. âFinally can hear my own head.â But could Chase??
         âGuess not.â He ticked his tongue, raising eyebrows in surprise at Chaseâs sudden burst and obvious pain. That was... Interesting. He pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh, because Chase looked struck, and his cry out made Reid amused. Still, he shrugged. âTHAT was supposed to be a conversation.â He conceded in explaining. He couldnât see how it could cause problems if Chase knew. âA little somethinâ the Sons of Ipswich-â and the title was not said without a note of sarcasm âcan do. Figured that youâd either be blocked, or hear me. Was worth the tryinâ.â It was actually a kind of BOND heâd never admit to missing.
â Â Â starter call !!
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fm đŻ freyaÂ
â what â no itâs not â hey ! stop that . â laughter , pleasant and happy . too easy was it for her to get lost in the fun to be had when reid was present . head spins once more , a lightheaded happiness . â now that trick , that i need to learn . â giggles this time ; evidence of drunken demeanor . â if youâre going to be the cause of my hangover , that just means you have to come visit . canât be the reason iâm miserable and let me be  m i s e r a b l e  by myself . âÂ
       â ya ... should LOOK at it, cuz it doesnâ look right.â he states, with a raise of eyebrows. though his lips curl lightly at her laughter and next statement. â 'tick wâme darlinâ, ima show ya all the good stuff.â he promised, smugly, smirk on as he leaned over the counter, propping his body on his forearms. he snorted lightly at her DEMAND, glancing at her with a purposely dangerous look in his eyes.  â could do that. Could not. Or ... I could jusâstay. â Pause. â ya know, friendlily.âÂ
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dm đŻ popeÂ
  âYeah, Iâm livinâ hand-to-mouth.â
  The banterâs easy, lazy even, a borderline bored drawl. Heâs never going to be impoverished, heâs got more money in various bank accounts across the globe that heâll ever spend, but the way he lives now is comparatively humble when put next to how he grew up. Besides that, itâs not like he wants his wages docked even if he doesnât have to worry over money.Â
  âNot good, not even interestinâ. Amusinâ perhaps. Seems that sometimes even these celebrity-filled trash-rags have actual news reports in them sometimes.â He leans his elbows on the bar and spins the paper around in front of him, pushing it in Reidâs direction before tapping on the article in the top right corner.Â
âThat shootinâ happened in my neighbourhood, a few blocks from me. Heard the shots a few nights back before I came to work, didnât think anythinâ of it.â This was New York, after all, there was always going to be either gunfire or things that sounded like gunfire - he was used to it by now. âTurns out some punk-ass kid dressed up as Spider-Man and  tried to take on a group of druggies stoned off their tits.â The mental image was hilarious and it was hard to take the article serious after reading that. âKidâs lucky they didnât kill him. This city donât get any saner, does it?â
âShows. So THATâs why you canât afford decent clothes.â
He makes a HUH sound to his tone as he nods, as though taking the matter seriously. If there was one thing the Sons of Ipswich had for granted, along with their power, it was their money. Whether born or acquired, it didnât really matter. He downed some more of the drink as he heard Chase answer to his previous question, as light tilt of head, and cock of eyebrow before he looks down to where the other is pointing. Tapping lightly at the paper as he skims it over, with a shake of head.Â
â Sorry asshole. Couldnât even do some traininâ time before-âÂ
He scoffs, not even finishing his sentence as he shakes his head again, then squeezes his eyebrows. âSays the kid actually knocked two oâthem out, with no gun. They mustâve been high as fuck to let that happen. Specially if the kid was a âskinny teenager with half his âassailantsâ weight.â  Curious.â He gives Chase a look, raising his eyebrows lightly. Before rolling his eyes âFuckâs sake.â He opened his wallet and picked two bills from it, throwing them at the couple which was now practicing symbiosis on the same chair. âGet a room, you two.â Before I go back to my roots. He turned at Chase, with a light curiosity. âYa know I never asked you somethinâ-â  Can ya hear this??   When he was a kid,  him and the other boys of Ipswich would use their telepathic babbling a lot. He hadnât used it in years, and he didnât know if Chase would hear it, after the Popes had been cut OFF like they were.
 â   starter call !!