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ezra kane

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Ezra sipped his drink slowly, non-alcoholic because of the pager on his waistband that would surely go off in the next couple of hours. Being on-call was never fun, and it was even less fun when in midst of a party. As he scanned the room for a familiar face, he saw a woman making her way across the crowd to him. Dark hair, red lips...battered skin. Ezra's smooth composure dropped for just a second as the memories connected with that face came back to him. He didn't know how long it had been, all the memories in the ER tended to run together for him, but he had treated this woman repeatedly until he had wised up to what was going on in her life. It was tragic, but she had been one of his friendliest patients. That might've been due to her trying to get a peek at his abdominal muscles the entire time, but a good patient and woman regardless. As she got closer, a smile spread across his face. Maybe this would be a good party after all. "Katya, it's been a while. Good surprise to see you here." @dvlishfm​

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cvtiehoney​:

“Then let’s have a problem!” she said. Dottie spun away from the body as if the phone call had physically repelled her. “I’ll even let ya solve it on your own, Mr. Credentials!” she huffed. “You got fifteen minutes, don’t you? I’m not in the mood to help anymore. Especially not after, like, almost being blown to smithereens by this guy.” 

Ezra sighed, then took off his coat, leaning over the man. He couldn’t tell by which method his airway was being obstructed, was it neurological, was there a blockage, were the muscles of the throat just in tetany? “Is this...stuff going to hurt me if I try to help him?” He asked, his hand hovering over the man, not quite touching him yet. He knew there was very little that could be done to hurt him given his healing power, but the woman was a loose cannon. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to reveal that information just yet. 

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—   OPEN STARTER

        with both his profession and his hobbies, cesar was no stranger to enemies and people that were out to get him. new york was a big place, and yet somehow he always found himself running into the exact person he didn’t want to see. this time around, it was a rather large gentlemen that he had beaten in a fight a couple of weeks ago. safe to say the man was somewhat of a sore loser. as cesar saw the individual round the corner and head in his general direction, he immediately swerved sideways on the street. seeing an innocent bystander, cesar seized the opportunity to make himself invisible. he turned, placed an arm casually on the wall beside the person’s head, and cocked out a hip, acting as though he had been talking to them. “ roll with it. ” he told them, watching the man pass by over his shoulder.

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“Enemies on enemies, eh Cesar?” Ezra chuckled, mimicking the man’s casual body language. It was becoming more and more clear to him that his friends, the people he had known for years as part of the Horseman were not only the resourceful and brave people he had signed up with, but that they were also dangerous. Hell, he had enemies he didn’t even know of simply because he was a part of the Horseman. It was enough to send a chill down his spine as he thought about the ramifications that could have for his family.

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vectorcd​:

“Well, I mean, I was talking about how the glass broke and we could literally just grab what we wanted but your coat looks nice too” she nodded, offering him a weak smile

"Ah.” Ezra said, slightly downcast. His daughter was going to laugh at him for this later, he could just see it. The silence drew on awkwardly as he looked away from her and maneuvered his hand through the glass. “Peanuts?” He asked weakly, holding the bag up.

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cvtiehoney​:

“Sure, I huff this stuff for breakfast!” she said. Dottie was more concerned about retrieving her purse than the thief’s desperate grab for her kitten heels as she skipped by. She slipped on her discarded gloves, fine silk reaching all the way up to her elbows, and then brushed the gravel off her belongings. “Reverse it? He was, like, ready to murder us over last year’s earrings!” she pouted. Dottie looked over her shoulder at Ezra – standing there, a slight horrified look on his face. Her own, cheery expression faltered. “You’re serious?” she asked. 

"Yes.” Ezra said firmly, picking his jaw up off the ground as she pranced around the choking man. He looked at his phone and dialed 911, briefly telling the paramedics his hospital credentials. “Ambulance will be here in fifteen. I suggest he’s not still choking when they get here or we’re going to have a whole other problem on our hands.”

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vectorcd​:

She sighed a sigh of relief, happy that he was even able to do it in the first place. “Surprise me, I’d say I’d pay for it but looks like payment isn’t something to worry about”

“Are you complimenting my coat?” Ezra asked, preening in the attention. “My daughter dressed me today, weird role reversal from when she was young but she is very into designer brands. Threw my old jean jacket into the trash. Hurt me deep.” He said, dramatically clutching his chest.

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ofnvrses​:

“the students keep me sane and drive me insane at the same time,” mina agreed, a small laugh in her voice. “but well, they’re kids. and they’re good kids.” she shifted the items in her hands so that they were in a more comfortable position. “besides, adult patients can behave just like children too sometimes.”

“Don’t I know it.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “What school are you at? Samantha’s sixteen now, at the Prep school down the block. Wasn’t going to stick her in a private school, but New York public schools man, I don’t trust them.” What he didn’t say was the unknown question that had made the decision to put her in private school. Was Samantha Gifted? Ezra and her mother knew the prejudices that ran deep against the Gifted in this city. She was safer in a school where if something happened, it could be brushed over with a bit of cash.

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ofgriffins​:

Mina did not think today could get any worse, but of course the world set out to prove her wrong. She had somehow looked at her roster wrong and showed up for work on her day off. To top it off, she had gotten roped into working an afternoon shift when she could have been tucked up in her apartment watching some mind-numbing reality show to pass her time. She clocked out just before the evening shift arrived with a plan to treat herself to some egg rolls before heading home. The streets of New York weren’t unusually busy at this time but she made it out of her usual chinese place, egg rolls in tow, in record time. As Mina tucked them under her arm and made her way further down the alley, she was pushed up against the wall. The thief stepped back a few paces from her before uncovering his gun, pointing it straight to her chest. On instinct her hands flew above her head, egg rolls falling to the ground. “What the hell do you want? I literally have nothing on me. I’ve about ten bucks in my back pocket if you want that!” She exclaimed harshley, eyes throwing daggers at the mugger. Hearing footsteps, she glanced over at the person approaching the scene and watched as he was redirected to standing next to her. “Hmm.. Just peachy - how bout’ you?”  

“Was actually having a pretty good day...” Ezra trailed off as he stared into the barrel of a gun. Being a member of the Hellfire club for as long as it had been around meant that Ezra had seen a lot of guns, either pointed at him or just around someone’s waist as a threat. He had never been one for violence, saw himself more as the one to clean up the mess after the big men got done with their brawls. Still, he had picked up a few skills and from the way the mugger was holding the gun, Ezra could tell the threat was real. “Easy does it.” He muttered to himself, reaching in his pocket slowly and throwing over his wallet. He glanced to the woman, giving her side eye for not giving over her money and hoping she got the hint. There wasn’t going to be blood spilled today if he could help it.

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cvtiehoney​:

“Just peachy keen, jelly bean!” she chirped. Bubblegum snapped between her teeth as she finished unfastening the pearl necklace around her neck. She’d already had to hand over her purse, which had been tossed near the thief’s feet. Dottie ignored the thief’s comments – rich bitch, psycho bitch. They were insults that made the sharp corners of her smile twitch, and the orders he barked made her facade even more difficult to upkeep. So, she blew a bubble. Altered, mutated spores of a fungus known as Big Laughing Gym swarmed inside the bubble. The candy’s opaqueness obscured the appearance of all those psilocybin and psilocin rich particles, and the thief took no notice. She waited for the perfect moment to–

P O P !!!

The spores were freed – sticking to the thief’s skin, eyes, nose, and mouth. Poison stunned them long enough for the chemical compounds to take effect. “I wouldn’t worry anymore,” she said, smiling at the kind man who’d gotten caught up in all that mess. “He’s harmless now, a real clown! Just look at ‘em, he’s having a great time!” The thief broke down into hysterical laughter, red-faced and gasping for air that was hard to come by. She thought of leaving the criminal like that; suffocating on his own, hysterical laughter as the poison ate away at the thief’s liver and brain. 

Ezra’s jaw might have dropped if he weren’t so wary of whatever was floating in those bubbles to go down his own respiratory tract and cause the wild symptoms now expressing themselves on the man’s face. He was laughing like a maniac, and Ezra could only watch in slight horror. “Is he going to be okay?” He asked, his concern as a physician taking over. Something was wrong, this wasn’t just mere laughing gas or something to help the woman out of the situation. The man was turning purple, still laughing, but clawing at his throat as the veins in his neck bulged out grotesquely. He was suffocating. Ezra cautiously circled him, taking the gun from his limp hand and throwing it down the alley. “Okay, you need to reverse it. He’s going to choke.”

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shushroger​:

thank god. if there was any sanity left in the world ( which was rich coming from him ), then the mugger would take the wallets and leave. roger hummed in response, an unspoken agreement that it was rather idiotic to have charged onto the scene – that the man seemed old enough to know how terrible of an idea that was. rolling his head as the mugger spoke back up, he replied, “ you’ve got everything i have. ” would he rather die ( then again, the gun could be a bluff ) or use his power on someone who didn’t need it ? 

Ezra could see the wheels turning in the man’s face, indecision over whether his unlucky victims were telling the truth or not. Unconsciously, Ezra made himself as nonthreatening as possible, shrinking his posture and having a calm expression on his face. Despite the gun, the mugger was facing down two very intimidating-looking men--which might’ve been the reason he decided to hightail it backward. Ezra gave a sigh of relief as the gun disappeared from their vision. “I need a drink.” He moaned, shaking his head. “Shit. Wallet.”

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maggie-walter​:

“I only drink from the thieves, the cheaters, the scum.” Maggie scowled, snarling. “This man is not good, he will just go and hurt innocent people after he recovers.” Her hands balled into fists and she shook her head once more. “You do not listen, I will not feed off of you.” Her red locks shivered with the movement, every thing she did was graceful. Designed to lure in prey, she was mesmerizing even when she didn’t want to be.

A momentary sense of relief at the fact that he wasn’t facing down a serial killer. Ezra was no stranger to dangerous situations, but lecturing a woman who drank people’s blood was one of the less intelligent things he had done. “You don’t know he would have hurt more people. Even so, you are not the judge or jury. If you won’t feed from me, can I offer you some blood bags?” He said, half sarcastically. “Just the city’s luck that you would happen upon a doctor tonight.” As sirens grew in the distance, he stood up. “We have to go, the paramedics are going to question what happened here.”

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addison-stones​:

Addison looked at him, shaking her head at him. “It is not good to see you, Ezra.” She kept a smile on her face, speaking pleasently even though she was not a good person. “Manners are boring and stupid, Doc.” Running a hand through her hair, she wondered what he was doing, why he was out and about. When he asked how she was, her demeanor changed only a hair. Boredom came like a raging storm, and Addison was always looking for her next thrill. She shrugged, “I just had a good time with some guy, he has a high tolerence for pain.” Her smirk was unsettling. Pain was like candy or a warm day, it brought her unspeakable joy.

Manner are boring and stupid. She was like a child who had never moved past the stages of narcissism and self-centeredness. Ezra was a firm believer that nobody in this world was truly bad, they all had circumstances that turned them away from the path of light, but as long as he had known Addison he didn’t know if she had ever shown kindness simply for the benefit of being kind. He wasn’t even going to probe into her last statement, he knew it would only lead to an argument. His job was to heal pain, and she apparently thought her job was to inflict it. “Out for some errands or just heading home? I just got off work.”

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fliightlvss​:

          the coat really isn’t much anyway – a thrift-store find years ago with little value except perhaps in nostalgia and the very specific cloaking use it also happened to have for apollo – so maybe he can’t begrudge the guy’s reaction, but then he also can’t help his own responding eyeroll.     “ yeah, yeah — ”     the mugger is rifling through the last pocket of his backpack, and while he’s still distracted apollo finally does strip off his coat. white wings flare out in its place ( fuck it does feel good to stretch them out after constraining them all day ), the movement prompting the mugger to look up, the gun steadied and prepared to shoot — but not before it’s knocked out of his hand with one quick frontstroke of a wing. the backstroke catches him in the chin, knocking him off balance and then apollo is moving.      “ c’mon — go go go go go — ”      coat balled up under one arm he quickly snatches up his backpack, haphazardly shoving the dropped gun and the strangers wallet into it before making a beeline for the street, items clutched to his chest. but he doesn’t make it before he feels a painful tug in his wing, excruciating for a moment before he yanks it free and stumbles into the – thankfully empty– street.

Ah. And there it was, white wings spread over the alley. Feather--human feathers-- floating in Ezra’s face like snow on a winter night. They were beautiful, fascinating, Ezra found himself picturing the muscles in the man’s back and how they pulled against each other to move the massive wings. Ezra’s favorite class in medical school had been anatomy, so he couldn’t help but to stand and stare for a second, overcome with pure amazement of what the Gifted were capable of. That would teach him to assume a coat was just a coat. As the man started to run, the mugger’s shock faded and he stretched out a hand towards a wing, grabbing a fistful of feathers. Ezra reacted instantly, wrenching the man’s hand off the wing and taking off after the other man. “This way.” He yelled over, gesturing the man towards his apartment, just two blocks away. It wasn’t safe for him to be in full view like this, the mugger and the regular people of New York would all be out for blood.

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fliightlvss​:

          he’s absolutely right — nothing he has in that bag is worth anyone’s life : an easy conclusion since there’s NOTHING in it. in a slightly less high stressful situation, apollo might’ve realized how much of a lie that sounds — but he’s still instead staring down the gunman.      “ FINE —- geez, ”      he concedes after a moment longer, slowly shrugging off the bag and kicking it over, careful to keep his body square to the mugger and thus the bulge along his back obscured. it dawns on him then that flight is hardly the only thing his wings are good for, and that he’d just made his own needed distraction. head tilts slightly as he tries to gauge the distance between them : five feet ? six ? certainly too far away for him to knock him out but at least the gun on the other hand…      “ —- don’t say i lied when i said it was EMPTY, though, ”      he goads, prompting a glare from the gunman. he glances at his unfortunate company, then back at the mugger rifling one-handed through his bag, the gun still pointed at him, albeit a little less intensely with the split focus.     ‘ your coat too — ’ growls the guy, and apollo has to bite back a grim smile. he mutters low and quiet to the suit guy,      “ i know you probably don’t trust me, but just get ready to run. ”

Fuck. By the sounds of that, the other man wasn’t just going to hand the jacket over quietly. The gears in Ezra’s mind started working, looking for someway out of this that didn’t involve that gun going off or anyone getting hurt, but there was no way out. They were in a small alley, the road to freedom blocked off by cold steel. Shit. Getting shot hurt so much. Materialistic little shit, it was just a coat. Ezra was really about to get shot over a goddamn coat. He was already focusing the energy in his body, feeling platelets pool in his fingers waiting for any hint of injury. “Just give him the coat.” Ezra pleaded, readying himself to run all the same.

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maggie-walter​:

“I have been this way for seventeen years, and never once have I killed someone to get what I need. He is scum, a dirtbag.” Her voice was tinged with lingering anger. It was why she wasn’t a doctor, she didn’t have compassion for strangers. She ran a hand through her hair and leaned against the wall. “I am not feeding off of you.” Eyes rolling, she forgot her bloodlust for the few moments she watched the mugger. “He could have shot us.” Maggie pointed out sourly.

“Just because someone commits a crime does not mean they deserve to be fed from. He could have shot us, true, but what difference does that really make? How do you judge him, considering what you just did?” Ezra shook his head at her as the pulse on the man grew stronger. “If you don’t feed on me you’ll, what, just go attack someone else? Consider it one less person traumatized.”

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Addison Stones was exhausted. Winning all the time, or having the desire to do so every second of every day would take energy out of anyone. But she managed to survive it, gain what she wanted and steal what wasn’t given to her. She walked down the street, a Louis Vuitton purse hanging off of her arm that contained...stuff. She hadn’t looked in the bag yet, but judging by the looks of the woman she had snatched it from, it had some nice things. Continuing her stroll, she smacked shoulders with someone and looked behind her shoulder. “Watch it, you imbecile.”

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“Manners, Addison. We talked about this. It’s good to see you, how are you?” Ezra smiled, the cheer not quite reaching his eyes. He knew the woman standing in front of him very well, better than he’d like, and despite being tight allies, they had weathered many disagreements. Ezra’s rationale for it were people are fundamentally different, and not everyone’s personalities are going to click even in the most devoted gangs. He didn’t want to admit that maybe it wasn’t just a personality difference, maybe she had a outlook that he was fundamentally set against. It was a battle that raged inside of him every time they crossed paths, but you wouldn’t know it from the cheerful smile on his face that he gave to all of his friends. 

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vectorcd​:

“I’d appreciate that,” she replied, face a bright red at this point as she tried to recoup from her embarrassing mistake. “You never know, I’m tougher then i look,” she smirked, turning around to look at him, “no, but if you could help me with that I’d be forever grateful”

Ezra nodded, squatting behind the vending machine and straining against its weight to lift it to standing position. As it creaked back into place, he wiped his now dusty hands on the back of his jeans, reaching into his pocket. “I was going to get some Skittles, you want anything? I have a wicked sweet tooth.”