𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒

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ok so it’s a lil early. ( jk it’s 2:12 ) but wtvr. idc. anyways. since im too shy to msg u first u should msg me first and plOT W tracer ( from overwatch. a sad gay ) and MAXINE ( from LiS. a sad bi ) pls i beg. they both need frens . 

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–– justaguyinasuit !

“Then can you quit prattling on and just get to the point?”

“ fine, i’ll skip the EXCITING part. look at your chest, what’s that thing; the blue thing ? ”

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–– mechpilct !

     ⟶ “ SO, LENA. “ She mocks, a grin taking the younger girls lips as she looks at the other hero. Her grin remains as arms come up to cross over her chest, a brow raising towards the older girl. “ I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Tracer. I’ve got my Mech in working order, and I don’t think you’d wanna go up against her ! “ She gives a playful grin to the other, pushing herself up to stand a bit straighter. “ I don’t think bringing Ang into this would be a very good idea, she’d end it on the get go. “

       tracer rolled her eyes, immedetely trying to figure out how she could get hana to leave her mech at home and just fight mano a mano. she would have no chance against the gamer’s mech, she knew that, correction –– – everyone –– – knew that. she was small, T I N Y, in fact. she couldn’t go up against a huge weapon made out of metal with a pro gamer inside of it. she’d be dead before the even started. “ you’re just being unfair ! you gotta go WITHOUT your mech if i actually have a chance. use your little light gun thingy ! then it’ll be FAIR. ” she mused, motioning toward the younger girl’s waist, as if it were hanging there. “ fine, fine. we’ll keep it a SECRET from her. ”

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「 a day late but wtvr. –– – @mechpilct. 」

     “ SO, hana. ” she began, obviously something brewing in her mind. “ i seem to have found my pulse guns. ––– – whaddya’ say we go one on one and i kick your butt, hm ? ” she TEASED, hands on her hips as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “ i can even bring MERCY along so you won’t get hurt too badly. ”

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–– stuart2dpct !

english? sweet. all this american twang was getting to him. 2d looks at her disbelievingly from under hooded lids. for saying that, she looked a lot better off than he did.  “ you don’t need to tell me that, i’m pretty well versed in the subject myself. ‘s there fighting types round here or something? ”

her eyes stayed glued to the other, lena’s attention always spot-on, no matter whom she was talking toward. it took a second for her to process what he was saying, still and it simply made her heart race slightly. “ fighting types, hm ? don’t think so. but, you shouldn’t worry about them, love ! ” she shrugged, as if being a part of the overwatch wasn’t a huge deal. “ if you run into any of those so-called ‘fighting types,’ i can get to you in the blink of an eye. ” smooth, tracer.

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–– okteviaxnokru !

“Is there something i could help you with?”

“Uh, well, actually, yeah. You could help me out with something, love. Can you tell me if you’d seen either one of my pulse guns?”

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–– justaguyinasuit !

“Can you get back to me on this when you actually have something useful to say? Kinda busy.”

“Hey ! You’re not even looking at me, guy ! And I’m saying something really useful !”

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–– withthewaves !

luna’s calm when she wakes, clothing still matted in black blood from when octavia ran a sword through her. the last thing she remembers is just that — dying at the hands of the younger girl after a sneak attack. rising from the ground, luna grips her sword tightly, heading towards the source of the voices that she hears. “ you. ” she calls to the nearest person, “ — how is it possible that i’m alive again ? ”

lena could hear a ‘you’ being called from beside her, though her lips were too busy mumbling lyrics from a song she’d heard earlier, tapping on her thigh to the beat. of course, the female only caught her attention when she asked a far too familiar question and turned to her, her fingers fumbling for the button to switch the street lights. “ alive again ? lots of people seem to be popping up everywhere when they used to be dead ––– – you’re not different, love. do you have a friend that might dabble in magic ? ” magic said in a teasing, almost mocking tone, obviously a joke.

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–– anotherwinchesterinflannel !

Each feeble step sent excruciating pain throughout Dean’s body. A mix of various injuries contributed to the agony, but the most prominent injury rested on his leg. A large portion of skin on his left shin was gone. Charred off in an explosion. Despite the injury, Dean limped around Magnolia. The eldest Winchester resembled a lost solider returning from war. Son of a bitch, he muttered to himself. Sam. His brother’s name rang out in the back of his mind, as the one person who could make Dean feel whole. Dean ventured up to the first figure his emerald gaze fell upon. Prior thought of approaching a stranger in his battered appearance never crossed his mind. “’Scuse me, have you seen a guy about 6′4? Kinda resembles a moose? Same build as me?” A thick Midwestern drawl dripped from his words.

Tracer wasn’t new to blood or cut, bruises and scrapes; the whole nine yards. In her years as the poster child for justice, she was able to stomach to worst of the worst when it came to injuries. But, that was simply in battle, never in public, never when it could get infected. Besides, there were people who knew how to fix that. Mercy, Lúcio, Zenyatta. But her, no way. She couldn’t help out someone if she tried, only herself. So, turning around to see this boy with blood all over his body, his legs and few soft injuries just about everywhere. Tracer felt her stomach churn at the smell of burning flesh that was contained in the smoke plume that his leg gave off, obviously burned. “Woah, woah, woah ! I think you need to go see help, love ! Not find this moose guy. I can get you to the most trusted doctor I know. Co-Come with me, please.” Tracer’s hand wrapped around the man’s forearm, a soft tug coming from her end.

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–– stuart2dpct !

a birthday spent completely alone            his first in this new town, and it still beat most of the others he’d had in recent years. it was late out, and 2d, stu, stuart, it was difficult to decide what to introduce himself as most times, was wandering around magnolia. an attempt to get acquainted with the local bars and clubs, potential pick up spots. walking down a lonely mainstreet, cigarette hanging from his lips, hands in his pockets, he spotted a law firm office. the band was broken up, maybe for good this time. using his degree could be an … idea. he stopped up short and ran slap bang into someone. his vision was slightly blurry from too many painkillers. long and lanky, feet clumsy, 2d stepped back.   “ jesus, sorry, love. ”

tracer’s mind was still reeling from the fact that she had to leave just how to use all of this old technology again. learning how to use a phone that still had buttons and headphones that you would still have to plug in. of course, it wasn’t all terrible. ––– – seeing street lamps that were dimly lit, making her skin glow the color of a sunset and neon signs that would match the circle of light in the middle of chest gave everything a homey feel. magnolia was comfortable. so, so, comfortable. not to mention how safe it had been ( at least up until this point ) which just made her relax. there was no one that needed saving, no payloads to escort. nothing. she could stop and simply explore what magnolia had to offer.   “ aw, that’s quite alright ! should probably watch where you’re going though, some people might not take it so nicely –– – i would know. ”

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since im pretty much garbage at replying, i think im gonna drop all of my past threads and just stick to the starter tag for a few replies. v soRRY !!!!

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to any members of this group who are near/around manchester and or have family/friends there, please be safe and make sure everyone in your life is safe. pls.

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–– silverising !

           — he eyes the girl stuffing her face full of noodles. draco had come here in search of food now that he’s had the couple of minutes to adjust. he exchanged his pounds for american dollars, oddly enough: the ministry didn’t take his inheritance away – or at least not the money on his mother’s side, then again: that clarification is more apt – leaving him still with enough money to survive. he’d changed into normal muggle clothes, but now he’d have to find a place to stay. he’d seen the apartments on his way here so a roof over his head wouldn’t be too far to find. when the girl next to him starts speaking, he blinks, taken out of his reverie. hovering cars ? – she was muggle, that much was obvious. but was she talking about magic ? he decides to go for a safer answer, “ i haven’t. & i’m not sure – i am… not exactly from here. ”

           — it’d be a while ( possibly too long ) since she’d been approached by a complete stranger. it might as well be tracer’s thing to make friends out of complete strangers, she was kind and seemed approachable enough. besides, she was one of the loudest people you’d ever meet. usually, she’d been protected as well. both pulse guns in her hands, ready to defend herself if need be, she was fine. making friends was fine, whether it was out of bad men or good men. she was going to be FINE. though as the blonde looked over in her direction, answering her question, she sat up a bit straighter a giddy grin on her lip. though the question was simple enough, she seemed to have trouble answering it, already having something in common with him. “ oh, that’s quite alright ! i’m not from around her either, love ! just a simply question. ”

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do you like magnolia so far?

yah / nah → status: accepting ! → anonymous.

             “ ––– yeah ! ”