Sasha Nuñez

• 25 • uninfected • delma• Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.

[shilohfernandezdaily]

[sasha-nunez]

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call-corbin:

[Corbin chuckles] Superman saving cats from trees? Really? Seems like a bit of a waste of the whole, being able to fly thing. [He grins,] Not that I don’t love cats. I got one of my own, actually. But when you can save kittens from trees with mundane human with a ladder, you’d think he’d be, y’know, doin’ his thing elsewhere. 

[His brows lift again at the comment—it’s confident, cocky—Corbin appreciates the subtle swagger in it, and he smirks again, amused.] Oh? So you just generally win at all games, is that it? [A breathy laugh] Remind me not to challenge you in a game of poker then, yeah? 

Why not fly? Safer than using a ladder where someone could fall off. [He shrugs, grinning. Honestly, Sasha has no idea what he’s doing, what he’s saying or if this will lead anywhere. Hell, he wouldn’t know what to do if it did. Pulling at the collar if his shirt, he feels ridiculous for even letting his imagination go in that direction.] What would you rather have Superman do then?

[Sasha shakes his head.] Oh no, I’m no good at card games, actually..tend to lose too often but, don’t challenge me to Monopoly or Jenga. [Sasha can’t help but laugh at the childishness of this conversation but it’s light, something he needs.]

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sasha-nunez:

andreya-roche:

[His shrug tells her maybe he doesn’t want to talk about – maybe it’s treading on territory he’d sooner forget. Wondering about it, maybe, but also maybe bringing it up isn’t the best idea. It was, after all, just one night. She’s had flings in her past she daren’t remember, and others she can never forget. But, acutely aware of how sensitive Sasha is, she wants to make sure she walks on eggshells before making any sudden or drastic moves. The truth is, she’s also in no place to start anything new or serious. Maybe keeping a plug in it is truly the smartest choice here.

Which is a good thing to realize now, because she had something crude and flirty planned to say next; all of a sudden she thinks better of it.

Scoffing, she keeps a slow pace in wandering around the bonfire, doing her best to avoid crowds and loud conversations so they can have a moment of peace. She’s all for parties and good times; they have their time and place, just like quiet chats with friends do. Temptation does her some good this time, and she walks to the edge of the shoreline, toes off her boots, and lets her feet wriggle in the sand.] Wouldn’t it be nice to go out for a swim again. [She muses, tilting her head and staring, hazy, onto the water.] Wonder how far we could go – how deep it is ten or twenty meters out. Bet we could do it.

[She looks to him out of the corner of her eye.] Whaddaya think? Too risky?

[He watches as she makes her way toward the shore, kicking her boots off as she goes. He stays a little way off, keeping a bit of distance, not because he doesn’t want to be near her. Quite the opposite, actually. Sasha’s gaze wanders to the dark water just beyond where Andee stands. There’s something about swimming that he’s always loved but he’s always stayed out of water if he can’t see the bottom. The idea of things lurking and swimming just beyond site, has always been a fear of his. Thinking that something, anything, could simply reach up and grab him and drag him under...it makes Sasha’s skin crawl.

Slowly he makes his way to stand next to Andee, the damp sand making the soles of his shoes stick as though he were walking through wet cement. It looks dangerous, the waves crash against the far off rocks and how the water froths and breaks upon the beach.] Mm, I don’t think going for a swim is such a good idea. Tonight is not the right time for a swim.  [He laughs a little, but the worry that Andee might take off into the water is all too real for him. He reaches out, taking her hand in his and pulls her to him gently.] I’m sure there are other ways to get that thrill of adrenaline without putting yourself in danger. [There is a hint of temptation in his voice as he brushes a few stray strands of Andee’s hair from her neck and places a few soft kisses against her warm skin.]

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andreya-roche:

Tony Stark is a second-rate superhero, anyway. I mean, it’s like, get a real superpower, y'know what I mean, Moneybags? [She chuckles, having officially exhausted her entire vessel of knowledge on all things superhero and twenty-first century pop culture in a single breath. She notices the way he balks, which isn’t unusual, how he sways his weight on his feet and the coy little grin comes creeping up on one side of his face. Andee smiles in his direction, trying to reassure him as gently and silently as she can.

His answers become a little lax, a little sterile, a little standard. Careful, concerned, she reaches out and touches his arm again, this time sinking closer, in the hopes that he might loosen up. Something in her doubts he’s genuinely enjoying the festivities.] Well, good. Yeah, the party’s okay. If you’re into that Mystery Host sort of thing. I really like the idea of a bonfire on a beach. [She gestures to the main event some ways toward the water, and nods in the same direction after.] Want to head over there? I hear they managed to get some sweets imported from the colonies already starting to rebuild.

[Taking his hand, she starts the slow, easy stride toward the bonfire, where the water laps against the sand and pulls it back in soft rotations. At first, she takes just his pinky around hers. Then his whole hand, thumbs interlocked. Then she weaves their fingers together in a comfortable knit.] You don’t have to play it so cool, y'know. [She whispers to him, her eyes aglow with knowing and her smile meek and wry at the same time.] I had a good time with you. Really.

[He scoffs a little at the humor in her comment about Tony Stark and he almost wants to say something in return but it’s not the time and it won’t prove anything. Andee melts a little closer to him, locking her fingers in his and he can’t help but let out a small sigh, tightening his hold on her hand. Since their time at the pub and back at her room, Sasha’s thought of her quite a bit. He thought about her kisses and the sound of her gentle laughter as they fumbled their way through each other. There was something about finding that sort of comfort in another person that Sasha didn’t know he missed.]

Sure, I mean, who doesn’t like the occasional mystery theater beach party? [Sasha looks toward the huge fire blazing near the water’s edge and nods, letting Andee tow him along. She mentions their night spent together and he feels his face warm and he shrugs. She misreads his shyness and embarrassment as coolness and that only further his timid demeanor but he pulls her a little closer.] Well, I’m glad to hear you did because I wondered about it, a little. [He’s telling her the truth.]

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call-corbin:

[Woah, hold up. Hold the phone. 

One fine brow arches with intrigue and vague surprise. 

Was this bloke… flirting with him? Is that what this is? It’s not like anyone says ‘dirty’ in that tone and context unless it’s meant to be taken… well, as such: dirty. 

Corbin’s smirk crawls across his face, up to his cheekbone at a python’s pace.] 

Oh, I reckon ‘dirty’ is the only kind of play Harlowe knows, [he replies, gaze calculating and fox like. Is there a way to use this, then? Always the question of the hour, for Corbin. Is there a way to spin this into a direction in his favour? He leans forward almost playfully, his smirk sly, his arms still folded over his chest.] And if I’m bein’ honest [he continues, in a lowered voice as though sharing a secret.]  There ain’t no other way Corbin does it, either. Dirty’s ‘bout all I know, sweetheart. 

What about you, then, Superman? You a cheater? [At the very least, it looks like it’s about to be a very good opportunity to spread some rumours about the tattooing… just a matter of waiting for the right moment.] 

[Suddenly Sasha feels a little out of his league. There’s a smirk on his face but his heart thumps wildly in his chest. Hazel eyes dart across Corbin’s face, looking over the grin on display, that hint of mischievousness. He can’t deny that he likes this little bit of attention, though, Sasha wonders if Corbin will even remember who he is when the party is said and done. He chuckles to himself and finds he’s taken a small step closer to the man as he leans in, trying to hear what he’s got to say over the crowd and the crash of the waves.] 

Dirty can be fun, you just got to know how to go about it. [He swallows, thinking before he shakes his head.] I’m Superman, the epitome of everything good. I fight evil and save kittens stuck up in trees. As for Sasha? Well, I’d say that I only cheat when someone’s kicking my ass at a game but that doesn’t happen too often.

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andreya-roche:

[Her eyebrows rise on her forehead as he gives her a sideways glance, a school kid with a secret, and he undoes the first few buttons of his pressed, white shirt. As he peels them back, her jaw falls open and she begins to laugh, feeling the fool for not having figured it out earlier.] You do look like Clark Kent! My hero! [She laughs again, clapping her hands together and holding his shirt open to get a better look at the Superman logo brandished beneath.] That’s brilliant. What an excellent idea. Classic, but cool.

[Her eyes flit back to his face when he brings up their last encounter – the one that went beyond Catch, but he’s doing her a courteous service by keeping that under wraps. Not that she’s shy or embarrassed about it. She’s sure loads of people watched them walk out hand in hand, dazey-eyed and drunk.] I’m good. Getting over my heartsick slump, but I’m good. How are you?

[He grins at her reaction but there’s a part of him that likes how she says he’s her hero. If only it were that easy...] I’m glad you like my costume. It was Pax’s idea. I would have dressed as Tony Stark but you know, I managed with what I had. [He shrugs. Andee brings up her heartache and he can’t but close up a little, shoving his hands into his pockets. He can’t really be that surprised because he knew what she was dealing with but he can’t help but feel a little bit like a rebound. Of course he’d never say this to Andee in the chance he’d hurt her feelings.] That makes me happy that you’re well. As for me? I’m good. Just been hanging out, you know? Are you enjoying the party?

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call-corbin:

[He chuckles at the note about his costume, making a show of a casual, ‘what can I say’ shrug.] Yeah, I mean it has been a hit. But I ain’t gonna complain, ‘cause I put enough fuckin’ time into the thing. So thanks. [He returns the wink with a grin. ] Oi, you ain’t got a smoke or anythin’ on ya, do ya? 

Oh yeah, you’re right. Same verse. Though, I dunno if I ever saw anything where they like, crossed paths? Let’s face it, Harley would kick Superman’s ass. [He grins.] Oh, but I’m goin’ for a gender bent thing—Harlowe Quinn, is my costume, technically. So maybe we can make up our own rules. [He shrugs.] 

Right, Harlowe Quinn... [Sasha’s brow lifts out of amusement. He’s often wondered how this conversation would go and it’s nothing like how it’s going. He laughs to himself and despite the chill in the air, there’s a heat that fills his cheeks when Corbin winks at him.] Mm, nope. I don’t smoke, sorry. That’s one bad habit I never picked up. [He pats his front and back pockets, shaking his head, laughing softly.]

You know, I did read a comic where Superman and Harley had a boxing match. Harley actually kicked Superman’s ass but I think he threw the match on purpose. [He bites his lip.] Can’t say I’d be that kind. Though, I think Harley cheated, seems to be right up her alley. Do you...play dirty? [Yes, there might have been a sexual innuendo in there...] I mean, does Harlowe play dirty? [What the fuck are doing?]

[sasha-nunez]

lake-valentine:

You came here after? Wow, like. How come all this way? What was so great about the UK? I guess there weren’t any Colonies over there at that time, or… ? I was here before D-Day, and then I was basically stranded here, so yeah.  [He shrugs] What do you think of it here? I mean, stupid question I guess, because like, basically all the cities are giant garbage pits of charred rubble, but y’know… 

Yeah, sounds like my Mom, too. Well, kinda. She was like. I don’t know. She was cool, I guess. Really funny. I always felt like I shoulda been more grateful for them, you know, when I had a chance. I didn’t realize how lucky I was until like… you know. It was too late, or whatever. [LAKE, THIS IS MORBID. STOP BEING MORBID.] Sorry, that’s depressing. I’m shutting up now. 

Anyway, uh… yeah I mean, I used to see them on hunting duty, before like, the NWRF made it so that only those like, spidey-senses people do that. Which kinda sucks, because like, yeah i wasn’t the best hunter or anything, but it was cool. Made me feel kinda cool, doing it. Like, kinda badass, you know? But I’ve never shot a bird or anything. Really don’t know how anyone shoots a moving target like that that’s SO small, like all the way up in the trees and stuff. Too fast. Frack that. So I guess… feeding them will do. 

C’mon. [He grins at him a bit, before taking a sharp left and cutting through the Hub—which has some of it’s tents running and open at this hour, but not a lot of people at the stalls.] 

[Sasha doesn’t quite understand why everyone has this reaction when he tells them he traveled from Portugal. Looking back, it wasn’t too long of a trek but while it was happening, while people were getting sick, starving to death, killing one another for whatever resources they had, it felt like a lifetime.

Lake goes on, speaking, from what seems like is whatever comes to mind. Sasha has always been one to think about what he wants to say, speaking only when he has to. He can’t help but be amused by Lake. He’s a funny guy. A grin cracks across his face and he laughs to himself.] Yes, I came all this way. In actuality, Portugal isn’t too that far away. Moving with a group made it easier, so it seemed.  [What did he think of Colony22? Something tells him that Lake’s question was rhetorical but he answers it anyway.]  Well, first opinion? It’s a bit, I don’t know, scary? because it’s something new. It’s proven safe so far, a part from what had happened with the looters but that was right before I arrived. 

[He hates talking about his mother. He hates her but he’s not going to cut Lake off or make him feel terrible for asking and he doesn’t feel like dredging up the shit that his mother had done to him. He opts to keep mum on the topic.

Sasha continues to follow Lake, cutting the corner around one of the tents at the hub, trailing behind the other.] I’ve never been much of a hunter, either. Could never get over the idea of taking an innocent life, you know? Maybe that will change once things get desperate around here and the food gets low. Though, I still don’t really like the idea.

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call-corbin:

Sasha, right, right. [He nods, and grins as the other Delma clarifies his name. It doesn’t phase him, really, that Sasha knows his name. Most people do—at least most Delma’s do, anyway. Corbin is well aware he’s the sort of bloke he’s hard to ignore, whether you want to or not.] 

Yeah, if we—[a very brief, almost imperceptible pause—he can’t claim ownership to this party, much as he’d like to. He readjusts his direction, smoothly.] If we’d been snowed outta the first fuckin’ party we’ve seen in, what, four years? Heads woulda rolled, I’m tellin’ ya, and yeah I woulda seen to it, but I don’t reckon it woulda just been me. After all this fuckin’ Reformist bullshitt and the bloody looter raid with all those missin’ folk—’bout time we have some fun, right? 

Not a fan of the cold? Summer boy then, hey? Well, kudos to ya for suckin’ it up and joinin’ us down here. Not exactly a common occurrence, so it’d be a shame if ya missed out. 

[He licks his lips, then rolls them together as Corbin repeats his name. Sasha is getting a kick out of this. He doesn’t really allow himself room to relax enough to flirt a little but now that the alcohol is flowing, it feels good. He had flirted with Andee and that lead to something more. What that was, he still doesn’t know.] Decent party weather, drinks, food...fantastic music puts everyone in a good mood. Puts all those terrible things on the back burner, for now. [Hazel eyes sweep the beach once more. The cool breeze feels nice against his warm skin but it’s nothing compared to Portuguese summers. He turns, smiling gently at Corbin.] I do like summer more than fall or winter, can’t get that past you. [He dares a wink.] I’m glad I braved the chill or I’d have missed out on seeing your costume. [Sasha glances down at his own costume, pushing his glasses up his nose. He laughs to himself.] DC Universe. [He runs a hand across the red ‘S’ on his chest and then gestures to Corbin’s costume.] Superman and Harley? Quinn. Are we even supposed to be talking to one another? 

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call-corbin:

[Corbin’s all but been trained to pick up on the linger in sliding, curious looks. He feels each one like a shiver, and in most cases he moves with the very purpose of earning them. He isn’t shy about meeting the other’s gaze, doesn’t bother to hide a smirk, as if subtly calling the other out for having caught him in the act. Still, it’s casual, by his nature only, and with a glint in his eye, he shrugs.] Ain’t much weather that bothers me, anymore. ‘Less it’s snowin’ basically. What can I say. Hot blooded. [Another shrug and a cheeky grin.] You havin’ a good time? What’s yer name again? Sorry, good with faces—among other things—not so much with names. 

[Sasha grins, he can’t help but grin. The unapologetic way Corbin looks at Sasha as he looks back. Corbin is confident in a way that Sasha has always wanted to be. That swagger that most men naturally have is just something that he’s never been able to acquire.] I think I’m enjoying myself. Lots of costumes to see, people to watch. [He nods] Sasha. My name’s Sasha. [A few sips of alcohol and his accent is a bit more pronounced than usual.] You’re um, Corbin, right? [He tries to act like he hasn’t slyly asked around to find out the guy’s name. When someone catches his eye, it’s natural that he’s going to be curious. Glancing around, up at the dark sky overhear, Sasha can’t help but shiver despite being close to the fire.] Yes, thank goodness for no snow or we’d all have to call it a night. Though I think most are so blitzed they wouldn’t notice. I don’t like the cold much, myself.

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andreya-roche:

You may. [She chuckles, tipping into a small, high-waisted bow. She can appreciate Sasha’s coyness for all that it respects, because that’s the kind of man he is. Sweet and shy and thoughtful above a bubbling layer of desire. He reminds her of Ava that way, though to Ava’s credit she was a little less mincing with her true intentions and wants when push came to shove. Still, there’s never exactly been one type for Andee. She’s a chameleon happy to camouflage herself to whatever the situation calls for.] So what are you supposed to be? A twentieth century white collar stiff?

[Then his hand is on her cheek, the backs of his fingers running a smooth and easy touch down her face, and she feels her heart and hips reply in kind. She’s thought about their night spent together, too, a fond and satisfying way to work out some of the general yuck that had been living in her body for a while. She smiles, hardly apt to play the fool and touching his side in return, just for a second. She’d had fun.] I don’t know about that. This glue is going to be a horse and a half to remove later on. It’s surprisingly water-resistant. [She tussles her short tuft of hair, feeling the pins in the back.] What d’you think of the haircut, though? The jig is up once the pins come out and I’ll have my lion’s mane again, but just a thought, I think it looks pretty ace.

[He can’t help but smile at her. Despite the costume and the makeup, he sees her. Sasha’s eyes look over her face, the way she made up the beard, the way she’s pinned her hair back. He thinks about the texture of her hair and running his fingers through it and helping her take the pins out. Many things unfold in his head.

Sasha gives her a sly grin before glancing around, pretending he’s hiding a great secret. His fingers deftly undo the buttons of his shirt and he opens it to reveal the red ‘S’ on the chest of his blue shirt.] Shhh... I’m trying to remain stealth. If anyone knows it’s me, then everyone will want to know why I didn’t save the world. [He sighs, pulling his shirt closed a bit but not re-buttoning it.] Um, how have you been? I haven’t seen you since we were at the Catch.  [He is a little nervous but he hides it well and he takes a drink from his cup to mask it.]

[sasha-nunez]

chancellor-dervilia:

That would be the strangest reason for a mutiny yet. Though I think a simple comment would suffice. [Quinn remarked back, he continued to grin. He didn’t comment on what came after, he guessed whatever he decided, someone would have a problem with it: not because of the idea itself, but because he was the one creating it. Him, as the embodiment of the NWRF, was bound to run into people disliking his plans.] 

Not much of a trek… [Quinn repeated, impressed. On foot, that couldn’t have been an easy journey.] That sounds like a long journey to partake. [He took a slight pause.] I’m sorry for your loss. [Was what he added eventually. 

He moved away from the counter, his tea made.] I sincerely hope I didn’t kill your spirit with a trip down memory lane. If I did, I’m sorry. [He said, and already moved away to make a quick escape.]

No, not much of a trek but it was difficult on foot. People go hungry, they get sick...some- lots of them didn’t make it. [Sasha pauses, taking the Chancellor’s condolences into consideration. He seems sincere but then again he’s not really in the mood to pick apart the tone of his voice or the intent of the comment. So he just nods gravely. Everyone has lost someone close to them and no doubt Chancellor Dervilla has as well. It’s none of his business so he doesn’t ask, doesn’t allude to the fact that he’s is a tad curious to more about this man.]

It’s no problem, really. Happened a while ago. [He shrugged. It still hurt.] If I’m keeping you from something then I apologize.

[sasha-nunez]

aurelia--ferris:

[The suggestion that she might bend the Iron Chancellor with her smiles’n’wiles has Elly cackling like a witch, scrunching her nose behind a hand.] In case you couldn’t have guessed it immediately, I’m a bit of a terrible liar—I always laugh, the instant someone tells me to be serious— and I’m an even more incompetent flirt. But, I’ll take the compliment anyway. 

[She lifts her drink as a salute before she leans in to hear the confession, teeth pressing her lower lip as though this is the juiciest gossip she’s heard in… well, five years, give or take? Inevitably, it just makes her mouth twist in a bemused grin.] God… that sounds really, um… tiring?

And like… probably the opposite of all my kinks or inclinations—are sunny days laying on rooftops with a great book and a girl in high-waisted shorts and a smile to devastate considered a kink? [She’s snickering already, but just saying it makes her the insteps of her feet warm like they feel the shingles beneath them, and she relaxes a little—so maybe there’s a fair amount of truth in that.]

[It’s great that she seems interested and that she’s got a good sense of humor. He wonders if she will keep asking him questions because that’s what he wants. There is no point in keeping things to himself anymore, no point in keeping anything to yourself anymore. He laughs right along with her and he’s glad that he’s responsible for the sound. He’s never been a good liar either but on the other hand, the truth is always better, in his opinion.] No big deal, I was only joking so you’d relax a bit. You laughed, so it worked.

It’s not that tiring at all...[Sasha looks up at Elly, a knowing smirk. Truth be told, what Elly tells him sounds wonderful. It’s something along the lines of being in love. He smile falters briefly, like the sudden flicker of a light going out but it’s quick and then it’s back.] That sounds nice, though. The sun, the relaxing, just being with the one person you love the most.

You’d be surprised what some people are into. I’m not one to kink shame, so no worries there.  [He teases her with a wink.]

[missladylea]

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missladylea:

“When I went to college, I was doing well in school but I didn’t have any drive to study. I really liked Spanish, so maybe I could have majored in Spanish, moved to South America and run a banana farm or something.”

[sasha-nunez]

lake-valentine:

It is? Really? Oh, that’s cool, I didn’t know that. I kind of thought it was just some like… yeah, money-making North American thing. I’m Canadian but like, we lived in the stupid American shadow our entire lives, basically. And by ‘we’ and ‘our’ I mean Canada, like personified. And beyond myself. Anyway, shut up, Lake. 

But Portugal, hey? Cool. What’s that like? Did you move to the UK before D-day or like, did you end up here after the fire fell from the sky and blew up the planet? 

Why do you say that? What was your mum like? [Not the best question to ask, genius…] Uh, I mean, sorry, you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want. 

Oh, um… well sometimes I see some hanging out around the like, walls around the grounds like, where there are still a few overhanging trees. Or dead trees. I dunno, maybe they’re watching for food to be dropped or something. Or, well, I have no idea, actually, I’m not a bird expert. But I sometimes see some over… this way. [Pushing through the front doors, he jots down the steps with Sasha in tow and hooks to the right, heading for the north west side of the building and grounds.] 

No, not just an American thing [Sasha smiles to himself. He can remember the celebrations and parties at school. The colors, the flowers, how everyone seemed a little more in love with each other. His father thought it was silly to celebrate love in such a way but mostly it was because he longed for love himself.] Portugal is a romantic place... or that’s what all the tourists say. Warm in the Summer, beautiful water and scenic landscapes. I lived there with my father, before the End. I came here after, traveling with groups- different groups.

[Lake asks about his mother but it’s not really a topic he wants to talk about but he doesn’t want to be rude. He shrugs, thinking.] She was, I don’t know, like mothers are. Overbearing and too much to handle. [He shrugs again. Maybe Lake won’t ask too much after that. Seems Lake’s mind goes faster than his mouth can filter his thoughts. Sasha doesn’t think it’s a bad thing but he’s a patient person. He follows Lake down the steps and out into the yard. It’s decent day but Sasha will take whatever is handed to him.] I don’t really know the last time I’ve seen a bird, now that I think of it.

[sasha-nunez]

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call-corbin:

[Corbin won’t lie—he feels sexy as fuck in his costume. Not to mention like a complete, unashamed show off, because he’d gone all out with it—most of it he’d fabricated himself of gathered from the Hub and then painted—but he definitely stands out, and he has absolutely no regrets. The feeling of getting dressed up for anything, anything out of the ordinary, is so incredibly rare these days, that he’s a little high off it. 

And the split lip from a certain emo mother fucker…. well, it hardly shows. At least, it’s not what people are looking at, considering how decked out he is. And besides, there’s a bit of pride in the mark too—Harley Quinn was always kind of beat up and in rough shape, so it works with the character, plus it gives Corbin a bit of a flare of street cred. Which he has no problem with. There’s sex appeal in that too, after all.] 

Well, well, if it isn’t the man who could have saved the world—[he says with a smirking drawl] Evidently he didn’t, but y’know, no hard feelings. [He’s only teasing, and it’s said in a playful, friendly manner. He hasn’t talked to this one much before, but he’s definitely in Delma.] 

[He’s heard that voice before. Maybe gotten a little too familiar with it. He’s heard it in the halls, in the cafeteria. Suddenly that little bit of confidence he was able to muster has all but vanished. Hazel eyes settle on a colorful, tattooed, bare chested man and he can’t really hide it as his takes in the costume. Damn... yes, it’s him.

Sasha recovers quickly, his lapse in confidence barely noticeable.] Well glad to hear you aren’t holding me responsible for the fall of mankind. [His gaze wanders down the other man’s chest; he’s all too comfortable with this show of skin.] Nice choice of costume. A bit bold seeing how the weather is a little brisk this evening.