lost in the echo

Leader of NYC's Night Soldiers AFFLIATED SETTING ♫ ORIGINAL CHARACTER WHEN THE WORLD FAILS MUSIC SPEAKS

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@highstrungthug 

His lips twitched  at the other’s loud complaining, nodding to show he was listening. Has the sun been out recently? He normally slept during the daytime so it was hard to tell. “Hey bud, how about go have some fun yeah? Stretch out our legs? My ride’s shocks are looking pretty banged up, I’m sure we can ‘find’ some new ones. Didn’t the police force get a bigger budget?”

Allen’s drab complexion, though always a welcome sight, said plenty regarding his activity. Sleep, if Allen ever got any, and his overall health was a waning concern nagging in the back of Cody’s cheery head of curls. “Don’t they always? Soaking up cashola like a sponge to water. They have plenty to go around, soooo... They won’t mind if we borrow?”

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"Hey Cody, how you been?"

“Idle hands. I’m dyyyyyiiiiiiiiin’!” In no short supply of melodrama, he stamps his foot down. A steel sole makes itself known by thudding solidly. “Sun’s been nice! I got a great tan during the lull in business, ya know?”

[evan-knoblauch-deactivated20180]

Alyx | Resort 18

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manhattanmax:

His foot tapping and other instances were new ticks, ticks she didn’t know and wasn’t used too. It feels not quite right, like that gut instinct you get. His words make her ache and she nods, a soft sigh coming out. “I miss it too. I’m not going to bullshit you on it…. I really miss it.” There’s a soft sigh as she looks at his face, really looks him over. “I think about it a lot. Some days I wish it could just go back to that summer, to us hanging out.” There’s a certain vulnerability to her words, something that makes her uncomfortable and has her breaking eye contact in favor of looking at her smoothie. 

He lowered his eyes, consumed with the sounds and movements around them. So much of his concentration was spent on listening, expending energy so quickly that it was only a matter of time until it would be depleted. “But you don’t want to go back to it?”

[lazy-gudetama-deactivated201907]

lonely eyes // the front bottoms

[luvbey]

i still ask “you promise?” like a little kid.

[love-personal]

[nuka-rockit]

a brawl but instead of fist fights it’s aggressive hugging

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manhattanmax:

Her hand goes out to grab for him, but it’s the brush against leather hand that pulls her back for a moment. She doesn’t know where to start and where to stop, where this uncomfortable territory begins. His falter is noticed and taken in, but she doesn’t know what to do with it. There’s so many unknown’s here that she’s having trouble accurately processing it, that swallowing her bitterness is no small feat in the moment. Even if the situation had more than enough time to breathe, being near Cody again felt like it was started all over again, trapped within an infinite loop that replayed their last meeting, that kept her feeling of him being ripped away fresh, that kept her betrayal on display. 

“I could use a refill.” She’s not giving him the chance to escape out of the door and vanish again now, especially not when it’s the closest they’ve been in so long. Her chair scrapes back against the floor and boots have a subtle click when she goes back for another order, money slipped from her pocket to pay for his as well. 

He was quiet. There was no point in telling her no so he didn’t, he tapped his foot with an impatience that was unlike him. The pink blend of fruits was cold even against his sheathed palms, but it was the closest thing to a meal Cody would have this early with such an upset stomach. He slurped on it as they returned to the table for another awkward sit down. 

A sigh. “...I... I miss the way things used to be.”

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manhattanmax :

Manicured fingers tap against the table and she can feel her stomach churning and for the second time that morning wishes that she had taken the time to eat something and had not just went for her standard pot of coffee. 

Hands tremble- the beginning of withdrawal or nerves acting up- There’s changes besides the obvious wardrobe upgrade that only the keenest eye will notice. Besides lobbing off her hair to her shoulders, the mechanic’s hands are well kept into stiletto points, no customary telltale signs of grease underneath or on them. 

Dark circles from lack of sleep the previous night are covered up by designer frames that are taken off and sat aside as she sees the incoming approach. Her smoothie already has a  red-lip imprint on the straw and a booted foot leans out to push the chair across her out. While he had the advantage of choosing the meeting place, Max had gotten there early to choose seating location. One of the tables off to the side with no one directly nearby, neither of their backs would be to the door, an attempt to offer solidarity and a sense of forethought. 

Brain goes into overdrive, wondering how to start this off. The tick tick tick of her fingers tapping on the cup as she thinks it over momentarily;  ‘Hello’ seems too impersonal but on the other end blurting out her feelings leaves her vulnerable and in a place where playing in traffic seems more favorable. Tongue runs along teeth before she decides on her approach, voice not as abrasive as usual. “Hey, I’m glad you’re meeting me.”

The drive here was remembered by the streaks of the city as it passed, the type of ambiguous blur that took up the previous night, stumbling about his apartment in several sessions of dazes. Cody was a natural at perceiving others, and usually himself, but the worries of falling into a fugue state was an ample distraction. Before he sat down his fingers were on the table, well cared for leather stretched and splayed. He looked at her as long as he could stand in that time, as if taking a photograph with his eyes, memorizing her. Then, he lowered down.

He didn’t know the woman across from him. Maybe he never did.

Cody pulled his lips into a smile, albeit smaller than his usual brand. “Ya, sure! You look...” Different. Different is the right word, the word that fits the description. “Good. Um, I’m gonna go grab a smoothie!” The chair squeaked as he stood suddenly.

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Magneto

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Vintage BUCO Leather Jacket

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[zombiesurvivor69]

Artist: Adrian Marc

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Triumph beauty 👍

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[collectori]

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highstrungthug:

He let’s out a breathy laugh, bumping shoulders with his companion, “Of course. We’ll find a damn good set of hands for our babies, you’ll see.” He turns to his new pink ride, giving her a long look before gesturing Cody to lean in and whispering as if he was sharing a grand secret. “You should take her for a spin, yeah?”

Into his throat his heart leapt, gloved hands folding over his chest as if to put it back into its proper place. His posture became straight, gaze glossed of the humility he suddenly, and overwhelmingly felt. “You serious?” His voice, usually perfectly tuneful, was pitchy. “But but! You just got her all fixed up---- you sure? Me first? ... you suuuure?”