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Ian Jacobs  32, Ex-Marine, and proud Photokinetic Mutant. Don't look directly into the light

[over-9000-lumens]

How quickly this all could fall apart had been firmly on Ian’s mind, or rather the implications of it. It was the hardest thing to come to terms with since going on the run.  He didn’t know enough about these people he was now with, but he was confident no one would stab him in the back, or try to turn them all in. He just hoped this thinking wouldn’t come back to haunt him

The mutant was enjoying his third chicken on a stick when he heard the other nearby “Y’know, This whole having fun despite the circumstances isn’t exactly my thing, but I gotta admit, I do love a good carnival, especially the food.”

[over-9000-lumens]

adamroberts:

Adam felt comfortable being behind a bar. Adrien was good at it too so he wasn’t slammed with everything. Clad in dark jeans and a black t-shirt, Adam leaned against it as the carnival fell into full swing, sliding a pint across to one punter with a friendly smile. He had a man-date with Alistair in a couple of hours: them, the water guns, and a clear cut winner at the end of it. For now, he was back to work like he had been back home. And he liked it. It was simple, and it reminded him of home.

The sounds of the rides and the rest of the Underground echoed back toward him from all directions as he took a moment to look around the event. It was pretty good, good turn out, for a band of fugitives on the run. He smiled, for just a moment, spying a few faces he knew before turning back to the task at hand.

“What can I get ya?” He asked, moving to the next punter down the line, leaning against the makeshift bar with both hands.

Ian made his way to the makeshift bar. He really needed a drink, if he were honest. The past few months were needlessly difficult, so some time to blow off some steam, and knock back a few drinks were exactly what the doctor ordered.

Once he was greeted by the other male, Ian offered him a simple nod before thinking about what to get. Then, without thinking, he looked at the man. “The cheapest, roughest whiskey you got, two shots, please.”

[over-9000-lumens]

alistairxhayes:

“hi there, how’s the carnival going for you so far” Alistair had just gotten done with the last person infront of his kissing booth, so now that he had pretty much nothing else to do, he called out to the closest person to his booth “you looking to get a smooch or just hangin’ around?”

“Hmm, oh, hey. Not too shabby, there’s food, and no one’s like dying or anything, so I can relax a bit.” Ian  explained with a soft hum. He wasn’t usually the biggest into this kinda recreational stuff, but he figured it was no big deal. “Just hanging around, I suppose. I’m not exactly into all this fun and games stuff like this, so I’m just eating my weight in barbecue and hanging around a little.

[over-9000-lumens]

aster-reinhart:

Whac a Mole had always been Aster’s favourite game, he couldn’t explain why, it was just squashing fake moles with a comically big hammer. Maybe it was the simplicity of it all that appealed to him. He’d been playing for quite some time, trying to top his high-score over and over again, when he noticed someone watching him over his shoulder. “Oh hi! Do you want to turn?” He asked with a grin as he held out the hammer towards them.

Ian had mainly been keeping to himself for the most part, not really wanting to impose himself on anyone he may come across, much more partial to lurking around, more content to just observe, at least at first. When he noticed the other had seen him, he raised his brow.. “I mean, I don’t see why not.” he said, gently taking the hammer from him. 

[over-9000-lumens]

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