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Details of paintings of flower vases I saw at the Louvre. (click on each to enlarge and see the wonderful details)
Chris Evans in Playing it Cool Trailer
Garden in May, Maria Oakey Dewing
Alex Minsky by Therese + Joel.
QRF fireteam, with and without PS stuff.
Lines are ballpoint on moleskin, source photos from Camp Blackhorse, Kabul.
Canaletto, Venetian Interior with a Young Man Seated by the Fire, after 1717
❝I just touched him!❞
He knows exactly what he did but now there’s a gun pointed at him and he’s panicking which isn’t exactly the best combination. His hands crackle again, this time with more force as he reacts to the stress and holds his hands up to show them. They’re glowing white, down to his arms. The man died probably because his body couldn’t take the amp, being a lesser Conduit.
Just touching someone doesn't cause whatever the hell he just did. Mitch knows that. Part of him doesn't want to stick around to find out what actually happened. The other part of him wants some kind of justice for it. He sees the panic in the guy's eyes, but doesn't know if it's genuine. He's been tricked before by conduits, and got his ass kicked for being a genuinely caring person. Mitch is the same type of conduit.
He keeps a safe distance.
“It was more than that.”
Concrete moves from the ground, spiking up and wrapping around the stranger's ankles, keeping him pinned. Mitch won't hurt him, but he'll get answers.
“What can you do?”
This is why he’s a disaster. He wished it were something so simple as controlling it. But this is energy he gave that man, not this one. There’s a break, an opening for the horrified officer and he smiles, thinks that maybe this will be different and it’ll stop here. He’s just that stupid to hope.
Instead that one opening closes up and it starts to move, screeches, the man inside completely devoured by all the energy he forced inside. Jackson watches with a wide mouth. Why does he always… do this? Why can’t he simply touch people and be done with it? there’s crackling in his hands again, some residue inside. A true warning comes from him.
❝Don’t touch me.❞
At first, he thought the guy might have concrete abilities. The more he watches the scene unfold, he realizes it's entirely false. He watches as the man is killed before his very eyes, when there is nothing he can do. He isn't able to stop whatever force he has. He brings the rifle back up, pointing it directly at him.
“What the fuck did you just do?”
“Tell me!”
'…as i had said— just a bad night. a woman was very angry with me.’
smile had long since been replaced with a tired frown eyes magnetized to the concrete. his chest rose and fell calmly, but his internal panic was rising. he had no wishes to harm another, but would if hand was forced.
‘ i really must be going.’
He continues to watch him. He can feel unnecessary tension, but hopes it's a mistake. Maybe it's whatever happened to him before. His head tilts as he calls out after him again. Man, he has to learn to keep his mouth shut.
“Woman?” There's genuine concern in his voice. Somewhere.
“Sure you don't need to talk about it?”
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He’s screaming. He’s screaming a lot because he’d been trying to walk unnoticed by the D.U.P. and then one of them had stopped him and had started asking so many questions and it had made him so anxious. The officer was just doing his job, but he’d grabbed at his hands and then one D.U.P. officer was one giant concrete monstrosity and he did not mean to do that at all.
❝I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY!❞
He doesn't notice the escapade until it's almost too late. His eyes widen at the sight of a man wrapped in concrete, his rifle nearly dropping out of his hands. He shoots his hand out, his fingers opening wide, the con- crete ripping open and revealing the soldier gasping for air. Trapped, but alive. Mitch lets a relieved breath out before looking to the culprit.
“Sorry? How can you be sorry for that?!”
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the basics
name: Jay
nickname: Barry, Axton
age: 18
gender: Male
middle name: never
favorites
book: Ender's Game, probably maybe
movie: The Iron Giant
female fictional character: Samus Aaron
male fictional character: Ezio Auditore da Firenze
color: Red
school subject: History
food: bread, all bread
song: Face to Face by Daft Punk
band/artist: I 'unno
place: Paris, France
season: Fall
female actress: none
male actor: Jamie Bell (changes weekly i swear)
about you
single or taken? Single
coffee or tea? Iced coffee, hot tea
something you love: Rain.
something you really don’t love: Work.
Hogwarts house: Gryffindor.
what do you do/ plan to do for a living? Backpack around Europe and be that crazy guy who talks about Ancient Romans a lot.
current mood: Sick.
worst habit: Accidentally cutting people off when I'm excited about something.
any celebrity crushes? A lot.
hobbies: Drawing, games, writing, reading...
roleplay info
timezone: EST
when are you most active? Random times on weekdays.
first language: English
how many muses do you have? 4.
favorite things to RP: Everything.
do you do NSFW? Yes.
OC friendly? Yep.
do you post OOC? Once in a while.
write something!
something.
; ❀ ; — Cooperate… How was Moon supposed to do so with a gun pointed at his heart? He was fragile, too fragil e, too oblivious to even remember ho w he got caught in the crossfire betw een the DUPs and several Conduits on the run from Curdun Cay.
The flower boy takes a tentative step forward when he sees the DUP’s gun lower. His hands are in the air. Shaky breaths help him maintain his rhythm as he takes more steps, one after another.
Mitch was forced to forget the acts inside the institution. His mind had been wiped of most of it. Some, he remembered. Needles, pain, lots of pain — but he never associated it with Curdun Cay. No one liked to admit the DUP officers had been normal, just like every Conduit; unlike them, Mitch remembers his life before the DUP vividly. That's what makes him different.
“Alright, good. Just stay calm—”
His voice is cut off by the loud shouts of other officers The type people normally associate with the DUP. They don't hesitate before unloading their guns pointed at Moon, but find their fire stopped by a wall of concrete. Mitch had dropped his rifle, his hands now in the air, keeping the wall up, blocking the shots. He'll have to get this kid out himself.
“Start running. Now!”
; ❀ ; — The DUP’s voice scares Moon. It’s powerful, commanding - Scared brown oculars flick about, panic welling up in the flower boy’s chest.
"Don’t shoot!" pleads Moon, "Please!"
He keeps his gun raised, but has no intent to use it. Not that the kid knows that. He's used to barking orders, but now, he sounds like he has a hint of pleading. He doesn't want anyone else to get hurt. Especially by his own hands.
“I won't shoot—”
He raises the gun to the air, removing his finger from the trigger.
“I just need you to cooperate with me.”