PRISM

We are one of the best kept secrets, an elite group of militants with unparalleled abilities and training. We are the hidden heroes who specialize in missions that would be dangerous or impossible for the average human soldier. On the home front and behind enemy lines, we fight to protect against human foes and control supernatural uprisings within our own borders. Failure is not an option.

[lovefromtheroommates-deactivate]

“Why not? I want to be shared.”

[prismsoldiers]

“Don’t think I’m gonna take bein’ fuckin’ played while you slut it up with some tool. It’s him or me.”

[sentimentsisters-deactivated201]

“Alright” Cassie nodded, happy to oblige. She realized her distress probably severely freaked the man out. After the open invitation to speak again she gave him a small, encouraging smile. “I have absolutely no idea where I am, or how I got here,” she attempted to suppress a frown. She realized the boy was already on edge, she didn’t want to upset him anymore than he already was. “I know my name,” she pulled a locket from her neck, pointing out the engraved Cassie, “But that is the extent of my knowledge.”

[prismsoldiers]

Angel shrugged hard and flopped his arms down to his sides. “What am I supposed to do?” He wanted to help her, but didn’t know quite how to. “You seriously don’t know anything else?”

[h0lyacrim0ny]

Absolutely not. The F A C A D E will only be continued. Nothing matters to her, other than her selfish pride and refusal to let others feel important. The confession leaves her internally panicking. That can’t be true– you’re lying to me! Admit it!

“And when were ya’ll planning to tell me this shit?” She’s anxious now fingers trembling lightly, she refuses to be weak. This isn’t what she wanted. Amy doesn’t like to be T R A N S P A R E N T, “I ain’t fuckin’ lying.” What’s the point in continuing this? A sigh. Defeat, “Look. Then whattaya’want me to say?” Another sigh, “And if ya’ ask me, that just sounds like ya’ll don’t really care. It’s just feedin’ off what I’m thinkin’.”

[prismsoldiers]

“I wasn’t.” She responded bluntly. Honestly, she never told anybody; she always assumed people wouldn’t believe her. Her eyebrow gave another twitch upward when the other insisted on her truthfulness. Seriously? 

Molli’s jaw tightened at the sigh, the fear and disappointment radiating off the other affecting her more profoundly than the subtle, mostly ignored feelings of affection towards her. Shit, this was a mistake. 

“Don’t say anything.” She requested softly. “Just--... I dunno, forget about it.” Molli nestled back into the deflated, lumpy pillows on the bed and exhaled slowly, extending an arm to create space for Amy under it. “C’mere.”

She had to comfort the other, get rid of these nagging feelings of hurt, even if it meant replacing them with other unbearable feelings. “Of course I care...”

[prismsoldiers]

Letters from East Jersey State Prison

[prismsoldiers]

misunxderstood:

Hunter,

Am I? I thought i did a pretty shitty job if you ask me, but, hey, thanks for the compliments. I’ve never really got many of those, so it sort of means a lot to me. Going to the beach with you sounds fantastic, I’d be your friend if you’d like me to. My brother Daniel and I both love basketball, I bet I could beat you in a game.  Are you sure you’re not lonely? I would be if I sent that much time alone. I’m glad to send you letters, and I’m very happy to hear you look forward to them. I’d take you to the beach any day you’d like. I attached a PICTURE of me  – my friend took the picture on her Polaroid camera and printed it out for me and I’ve had it in my drawer ever since. It was the only recent picture I had a solid copy of, and I’m glad to give it to you. I wonder what you’ll think of me. Let me know!

The cute girl writing you,

Allison ♡

Allison,

We could be friends, I wouldn’t mind that. I also wouldn’t mind playing basketball with you, but I have to warn you, I don’t play nice or fair, not even with girls. I doubt you could beat me, I get pretty good practice in here. We play what we call Jungle Ball, full-contact, basically no rules and no fouls. It gets a little crazy but it lets off steam. When you’re cooped up like us, you don’t mind getting a little busted up if it means releasing some energy. Maybe we’ll go to the beach and play basketball when I get out of here... If I get out. 

And no, sweetheart. I’m not lonely.

Also, H O L Y  D A M N, that picture... You didn’t leave me too much to imagine now, did you, girlie? Shit, I’m gonna have to hide this, make sure my cell mates don’t get their dirty fuckin’ hands on it. I think you’re beautiful.

The loser inmate writing you,

Hunter

[prismsoldiers]

“I’m not going to S H A R E  you.”

[prismsoldiers]

Letters from East Jersey State Prison

[svmetiimes-blog]

Dearest Hunter – 

I didn’t expect a letter from you, but I’m glad I did. Truth is, I’ve got no friends, whatsoever and I thought that writing a letter to a stranger in a prison would work. Mayhaps, it did and however, I am grateful for that. I don’t know much about you, though, I am happy to tell you about me. My name is Athens, like the capital for Greece. ( My parents named me that because they met in Athens and figured I should have a unique name ). I’ve got Creuella De Vil hair, but one side is greyish. The other side is still black, like my soul ( what a pun there, sorry about that ), I’ve got fair skin like Snow White and my smile is wide enough to light up a room. I like to sing and dance and draw - mostly draw, singing takes up too much time for me nowadays. What about you? What do you look like? What do you like to do?

I’m only writing to you because I need friends or so my mother tells me. But, I am fully interested in people. Sounds weird, but it’s not. Trust me. I would love to hear back from you! 

Thank you for writing back, 

Athens.

[prismsoldiers]

Athens, Greece

There’s not much to do in here but write letters. You can only sleep so much, I don’t like reading much, and there just isn’t much music on the radio anymore. Sometimes I take cooking classes. I’m not much of a school type of a guy but any excuse to eat something other than the shit they serve here I’ll take it. I do kind of like cooking though, and I’m getting pretty good at it. I haven’t burnt anything in a while. You sound very cute. Maybe you can send me a drawing of yours if you want. 

Me, well, I’m pretty average looking. Short blonde hair, muscular build, just a regular guy. While I’m in here I like playing cards, listening to music, working out, playing basketball. There’s not a lot to do here. Now, though, I have letters I can write. 

I don’t have too many friends either. I’m not much of a people person, but why don’t you have any friends? You seem like a sweet enough girl.

Talk to you later,

Hunter

[sentimentsisters-deactivated201]

Cassie frowned awkwardly at the boy in front of her. From his tone she guessed he was pretty pissed off, though she couldn’t figure out why. She silently kicked herself for only knowing English and Bulgarian, a practically useless language in the States. “I uh, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what you’re saying.” 

[prismsoldiers]

“Just-- I need you to shut up. I can’t even hear myself think with you ramblin’ like that.” He pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose to calm himself. “I just need to think for a second. Sort everything out.” He sighed, then changed his mind, “Okay, slower now, run everything by me again.”

[prismsoldiers]

Letters from East Jersey State Prison

[misunxderstood-blog]

Hi again, Hunter

I’m glad to see you wrote me back, even if you didn’t know what to say. I’m glad you said something. I’m not all too good at talking about myself but I can tell you I have long blonde hair that stops just at the bottom of my back, and two deep brown eyes to match. I have dimples at the bottom of my spine, and scars on my knees from falling off of horses when I was younger. My dad use to call me his little brown eyed girl, but he’s not around anymore to call me that anymore. I love to spend my time at the beach, there’s actually never a time when I’m not wanting to be in the water; I love it. I’m always outside, so I’ve gotten pretty tan in such nice weather. Do you go outside often? I live right on the beach in a lovely spot where you can see the sun set at night – I wish I could show you. I’m not trying to chat up somebody who’s doing time, I’m trying to reach out to somebody because lately I feel pretty alone, and you seem pretty lonely too.

If this is weird for you, let me know. 

Best wishes,

Allison ♡

[prismsoldiers]

Allison,

You’re good at describing yourself, I can almost picture you. You sound pretty. I like that you have brown eyes. I’m sorry to hear about your dad. Anyway, I used to go to the beach a lot with my friends. Whenever we were stressed out and wanted to get away we’d drive out to the ocean in the middle of the night and just smoke and watch the stars and the waves. I’m not friends with any of them anymore. I’m not friends with anybody anymore. We get an hour of rec time outside every day. Sometimes I play basketball or lift weights, but then we have to go back to our cells. I don’t think I’m lonely. I’m not really a people person. I appreciate your letters though and look forward to the next one. It is a little weird but I don’t mind it at all. I get to brag to the rest of the block that I’ve got a cute girl writing me, one that wants to take me to the beach. Would you be able to send a picture by chance?

Till next time,

Hunter

[prismsoldiers]

Letters from East Jersey State Prison

Dear [Girl]

I know it’s been a while since you sent me your letter. If I’m honest, it’s because I didn’t really know if I should write back. I still don’t know what to say. I know you don’t know me, don’t know anything about me, but there isn’t much to know. I don’t remember a lot about who I was outside of here. I would, however, like to know about you. What do you look like? What do you like to do? Why are you suddenly interested in chatting up someone doing time? Nobody writes to me, so I’m curious as to what your whole deal is. 

That’s all for now. Thanks for your letter.

Hunter

[prismsoldiers]

Into the Midnight Sun

[sweetredchevy]

Adam’s stomach dropped in time with the bullet. Sitting in some stranger’s truck with their gun leveled at his face wasn’t how he thought the day would go—and it was starting to feel like THAT was how his day was going to end.

BECAUSE LET’S BE REAL, there was no way he’d survive on his own in the wilderness. So it was either DIE OUT THERE, or DIE IN THE TRUCK and make some trouble for the guy on the way out.

“Screw that. I’m keepin’ my ass planted firmly HERE. If you wanna shoot me, DO IT, but the zombie’s’ll come RUNNIN’ to the scent of my blood in your car.”

                 Also, he’d haunt the SHIT out of the guy.

[prismsoldiers]

Angel growled. He wasn’t so sure about the zombies’ sense of smell, but if this guy was saying that they were attracted to the smell of human blood, maybe he had evidence of it... The last thing he needed was his ride needing a deep clean and attracting the ghouls wherever he went. 

Now, Angel wasn’t really the type to kill humans if he didn’t have to, it was what came with the territory of not getting involved with people. He didn’t try to screw people over, didn’t leave them for dead or steal all their food. He had no problem picking through seemingly abandoned campsites or dead bodies, but he didn’t kill people to take their things. At the end of the day it was the living against the dead, and the more players on his team the better. 

But Angel couldn’t just stand by and let this guy do whatever he wanted. Thinking Angel’s commands at gunpoint were merely suggestions and disobeying went without consequences. 

A steady hand lowered the gun, ready to draw again if the other got any smart ideas. Suddenly...

S M A C K

A fast and hard grip around the back of the boy’s neck had his face colliding with the dashboard, and while he was stunned, Angel made quick work to yank him out of the truck by his collar. 

“Could’a had it the easy way, bud.” He chastised, a smirk lighting up his face as he gave the other a hard punch to the cheek, knocking him to the ground. As he stammered to get up, Angel gave him a swift kick to the ribs and knocked him on his back, unable to keep his balance without one of his arms. Angel dropped a heavy boot onto his forearm and pressed down threateningly. “Drop the knife.”

Headcanon Meme Time!

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

[h0lyacrim0ny]

“I ain’t mistaken. I know those eyes, whether ya’ like it or not.” She’ll wink, satisfied in her own selfish demeanor.  Maybe there’s a soft spot after all. Shit, do I really like you? I can’t like you! Fuck this, I gotta’ run away again. 

The cigarette is taken without looking to Molli. It’s held lazily between bony fingers, “Depends, ya’ mean the drugs or ya’ mean the pornographic love making?” Isn’t that what it is? R A U N C H Y and L O V E L E S S. She can swear there’s more to it than that, whether she accepts the fact or not. It’s brought between her lips, lit with ease. Smoke is exhaled, but the cancer stick never draws away her mouth. Classy as ever.

Maybe it’s time you find another place to crash.

No, no, no. Amy doesn’t like this game. She doesn’t like the wound to be twisted. She’s the alpha here. Or is it all a F A C A D E? Goodbye is not an option, ‘Where’s the fun in that?” Does it sound sarcastic enough with a cigarette being bitten down to muffle her distaste for that gut-wrenching phrase?

“You’re so close to my job.” There’s something about you that you’re not telling me…what is it?

[prismsoldiers]

Molli rolled her eyes. Wow, this girl really didn’t get her one bit. She also didn’t know that Molli got her, more than she’d ever fully realize. “Both.” She shrugged, Molli would take whatever Amy could give her if it made her stop feeling things, but as soon as Amy started feeling things, things that Molli then could feel, she had a problem. The emotions were contradicting and overwhelming.

When Amy tried to lie, seamlessly, Molli snorted. “Look, Amy.” She sat up and looked her... roommate... in the eye. “I can... feel things. Feelings, but they’re not mine, they’re the feelings of the people around me. It’s not like, intuition... It’s like a superpower.” The empath took a drag of her cigarette and shook her head, smirking. “There’s no point lying to me.”

[prismsoldiers]

Into the Midnight Sun

[sweetredchevy]

That angry scowl wasn’t missed, but Adam ignored it in favor of relaxing back and exhaling a deep sigh. It would never get any easier having to deal with ZOMBIES. Not emotionally, at least. —Or maybe Adam just had trouble turning off his brain in order to see them as ENEMIES rather as UNFORTUNATES. But they’d been people once, too. It was kind of hard to ignore that, even IF they had no life left to them. He’d never get used to the apocalypse.

For a little bit they drove, and Adam reveled in the silence. He just didn’t know how long it would last.

—NOT LONG, APPARENTLY, because after some miles the car was brought to a sharp HALT, and all of a sudden there was a gun in Adam’s face.

“H-hey,” he flinched, backing himself up against the car door, bringing up his arm as some sort of defense. “I just left my haven helpin’ YOUR ass get outta there—”

The guy would have found his way out eventually, SURE, but Adam had helped when he didn’t have to. In THIS shitty time, that should show he was a DECENT HUMAN BEING, right??? …But who knew if that would work, because the stranger was seemingly EXACTLY the kind of crazy psycho you come across during the apocalypse.

“—least you could do is drop me off somewhere better than the middle of nowhere !”

[prismsoldiers]

Angel’s eyes narrowed. Had he made himself unclear? His thumb reached up and cocked the gun, dropping a bullet into the chamber. Perhaps the lanky, one-armed kid would understand that. 

“I don’t pick up hitch-hikers.” He growled, “And I didn’t need your help. Now, I’d rather not have to scrub your brains off of my interiors so I’m going to ask you nicely one more time.”  Not so nicely, Angel pressed the cool metal barrel of the gun to the other’s cheek. “GET. OUT.”

[prismsoldiers]

Into the Midnight Sun

[sweetredchevy]

That angry scowl wasn’t missed, but Adam ignored it in favor of relaxing back and exhaling a deep sigh. It would never get any easier having to deal with ZOMBIES. Not emotionally, at least. —Or maybe Adam just had trouble turning off his brain in order to see them as ENEMIES rather as UNFORTUNATES. But they’d been people once, too. It was kind of hard to ignore that, even IF they had no life left to them. He’d never get used to the apocalypse.

For a little bit they drove, and Adam reveled in the silence. He just didn’t know how long it would last.

—NOT LONG, APPARENTLY, because after some miles the car was brought to a sharp HALT, and all of a sudden there was a gun in Adam’s face.

“H-hey,” he flinched, backing himself up against the car door, bringing up his arm as some sort of defense. “I just left my haven helpin’ YOUR ass get outta there—”

The guy would have found his way out eventually, SURE, but Adam had helped when he didn’t have to. In THIS shitty time, that should show he was a DECENT HUMAN BEING, right??? …But who knew if that would work, because the stranger was seemingly EXACTLY the kind of crazy psycho you come across during the apocalypse.

“—least you could do is drop me off somewhere better than the middle of nowhere !”

[prismsoldiers]

Angel’s eyes narrowed. Had he made himself unclear? His thumb reached up and cocked the gun, dropping a bullet into the chamber. Perhaps the lanky, one-armed kid would understand that. 

“I don’t pick up hitch-hikers.” He growled, “And I didn’t need your help. Now, I’d rather not have to scrub your brains off of my interiors so I’m going to ask you nicely one more time.”  Not so nicely, Angel pressed the cool metal barrel of the gun to the other’s cheek. “GET. OUT.”

[prismsoldiers]

Follow the Man

[gxldstxr-blog]

“Well,” he sighed. “You can help me sell this stuff.”

[prismsoldiers]

Dang, was this guy stupid? Rule number one was don’t sell your own brand of poison, addicts invariably used up their supply before they could turn a profit. But, if he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, Molli didn’t see why she couldn’t use his naivety to her advantage. “Sure, I know some people who’d buy. Just gimme the goods and I’ll take care of the rest.”

[prismsoldiers]

Follow the Man

[gxldstxr-blog]

“I have some new shit, that’ll give you the best high of your life. It’s expensive, though.”

[prismsoldiers]

“You also know I ain’t got money.” She huffed. “You need a favor?”

[prismsoldiers]

Into the Midnight Sun

[sweetredchevy]

SO—Adam could tell right off the bat that he and this guy had totally different ways of dealing with the undead. Whereas Adam only took out what was NECESSARY to escape, and only when he had to, the stranger went on ahead and took zombies down without hesitation. SURE, it meant less monsters roaming around, but it meant more ENCOUNTERS, and after getting BITTEN, Adam’s sort of had enough with the ghouls. He killed only when he had to, otherwise he just slipped right on past. 

Not the BEST method of dealing with them, but Adam had never been good at this kind of shit.

When they break out of the place, Adam didn’t spare much thought as to what he was leaving behind in there—he never expected to STAY there, and although it had been a good shelter while it lasted, he’d become used to leaving things behind.

There wasn’t much other choice during the apocalypse.

EVEN THOUGH THERE’D BEEN NO INVITATION, when Adam saw the truck unlock he BOLTED for it, dashing around to the other side in order to jump into the passenger’s seat. At that point he sagged back, panting heavily and looking out the far window to watch the undead stagger towards the vehicle, hoping to hell it was as good a defense as it looked.

[prismsoldiers]

As soon as Angel had made it to the truck, he raced to shove the key in the ignition, the zombies he hadn’t slain pressing against the window and clawing at the glass. One even reached up onto the hood of the truck, though luckily, the vehicle was lifted high on the wheels and zombies weren’t known for their climbing skills. 

Suddenly, he heard the door click on his right side and he panicked. No, zombies did not figure out how to open doors did they? No, it that scrawny kid from the mall, someone who almost completely slipped Angel’s mind as he tried not to get eaten. 

He shot the kid a dirty look. Great, now I’m stuck with him. At least only for a few miles. He didn’t want to waste time arguing with him, he only hoped he’d be quicker with his gun than the one-armed kid would be with his knife if he thought the truck would be something he was willing to kill for. 

The engine roared to life and Angel floored it, knocking a few zombies under the wheels and bouncing as the truck crushed bone underneath them. He drove out of the town to the outskirts, where there was a dirt stretch of road with no zombies appearing to be nearby. Stopping the truck suddenly, he pulled the key out of the ignition at the same time he pointed the pistol he’d grabbed from the door compartment at his new companion’s face. “Out.” He barked softly, “Now.”