look out.

affiliated with isola radiale. apartment 374

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igotus‌:

A chocolate shake was in his hands as he made his way out of the arcade in the Cote Ward. The shake was the only reason he came to the arcade, since he wasn’t very good at games and didn’t have much interest in them. The food this place served was mediocre, but the shakes? The shakes were great - mixed smooth enough that he didn’t have to fight with the straw for a drink but thick enough that it didn’t melt into a soup after ten minutes. And when you ordered the chocolate one, as Eddie always did, they loaded it with chocolate. 

Eddie had a mouthful as he was called out, head turning to furrow a brow at the masked older man standing in front of a chance game. He swallowed down the mouthful without fear of a brain-freeze and neared.

“Hate to break it to you, but I’m actually terrible at those things. They’re rigged to eat your money anyway - why bother?” Eddie pauses to take a slurp of his shake after an impatient mumble in his head, as he does he gestures deeper into the arcade. “Maybe you can pay one of the workers off for one?” [Or break the thing and take it] “Or break..- uh.. I mean I wouldn’t resort to stealing because of course that’s wrong.”

soldier would have checked out the shakes if he wasn’t too dead set focused on getting this stupid plushie. just today he decided to come, and he was struggling very hard to make any progress in this plushie filled adventure.

“ it’s for someone. a... present, yeah. ” he did lie through his teeth, but it was somewhat true. he wants to give some to someone, he just didn’t know who. right now? he just wanted one for himself. “ i’ve spent a lot on this damn thing --- it keeps dropping it before it has a chance to land. ” he’s struggling, alright.

“ i think i just might pay someone, yeah. ” he does sound a bit defeated, but he continues. “ im not gonna get in trouble with the law for a few plushies, young man. maybe on my old days, but not today. “ at least, not in public. he’d do it in the middle of the night quietly. “ how about you give it a try? you never know. i thought i was pretty good at these things and look at me. “ a mess, probably.

he puts a coin in, hoping the man would agree to help a seemingly helpless old man.

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limonadaquimica‌:

     The young woman stood off to the side to allow for foot traffic as she consulted something on her phone, the nook on her elbow alread laden with various shopping bags, some holding fabrics and some carrying snacks to enjoy later. and one, red, with a biohazard stamp and sealed, to be saved for a later experiment.

      The other’s request however, brought a smile to her lips. Helping others was definitely better than whatever chose she had next on her list, so with a long raspberry and with the wave of her hand, she reassured the older man.

      ❝ Oh~! There are looooads of clothing stores! What kind of fashion did you want to try??? ❞ There was no reason to fully ditch his style unless he really wanted to, he looked like a biker of some sort, and as long as he was confident, it didn’t matter what was outdated, he’d shine anyway.

he was glad she didn’t feel threatened by his presence, at the very least. people often didn’t react well to a masked man approaching, and he couldn’t blame them.

“ thank you. ” he mutters. he wasn’t much of a sociable person, so he was glad her reaction was energetic. “ anything like this, if possible. ” he shows her the back of his jacket, a big 76 on it. he often shaped his style as something more old-fashioned, he always liked watching those old movies about bikers. he always moved around from one place to other, never too long to linger, yet never too little to be forgotten. “ old fashioned is the best way to describe it. ”

taking his mask off, he continued. “ age hasn’t been too kind to me. ” she should at least see her face, to get some idea of what the man could wear. “ but i’m willing to try anything out. ”

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depupe‌:

     “You’s more than lost, old man. With the gate you’re walkin’ with, you look a few step closer to senial!” A gest, the big priest stood up from his seat and looked down at the new guest. “Welcome to The Church of St. Francis. Good ta meet ya. My name is Livio.” He cut through the awkward air with a jovial shake of the hand, that was bone crushingly hard. Nothing out of malice of course, Grandma always said that a good strong handshake was the sign of an honest man!

       “I got coffee and a few muffin’s still in the back from this mornings mass” He shot a thumb over his shoulder to two rotted oak doors. “Still plenty, so help your self. Got a bathroom next to that on the right, n’ when you’re done gettin’ your fixin’s, come back and I’ll draw you’s up a map. I got this place down like the back a my hand now so it won’t be no trouble.” 

“ you’re not wrong, hah. ” he takes it in stride, knowing his old age was something too noticeable.  “ this city’s too damn big to operate properly. ” he shook the other’s hand, making sure nothing was broken afterwards. he wasn’t as strong as he used to be, that’s for sure.

“ ... thanks.  ” he wasn’t used to kindness from strangers, so the gesture left him feeling a bit with a strange feeling. he could tell the man was being genuine, to some degree. he looked at the building, thinking how long he hasn’t been in a church. when he was a young boy, he remembers going to one, he remembers the faceless  people that congratulated him on his looks, how he showed a promising future.

and he remembers where he’s now. he zoned out, he realizes. “ uh--- i’ll be back in a minute. ” he stammers, making his way into the oak doors and going inside the building.

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bursterasure‌:

“I guess you’re not a fan of it, i presume?” There were not fond of valentines? How surprising. 

“Got any bad memories relating to it?”

“ not too much. ”

“ can’t seem to walk around seeing everyone all... sappy. ” pause. sigh. “ i miss spending it at home. im sure im not the only one. ” grumble.

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“ valentine’s, huh. ” he’s not a fan. “ i’ll pass. ”

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@limonadaquimica ( sc. )

jack wasn’t much for shopping around, he often went in and out. despite his time in the city, he only has the clothes he came to spirale with. his jacket is getting a bit outdated, and he still hasn’t gotten his rifle just yet. he needs to blend in, and he might as well search for a fresh new style.

he first needs to find a clothing store, and he’s... failing, currently. he knew a clothing store was nearby, he just couldn’t place it. with his luck, it would be right around a corner, but he’s already been running around for a bit. he sees a woman who seems friendly enough. her light colored clothes made her stand out.

“ hey. ” he tries a greeting, although his mask probably makes things a bit more threatening. “ do you know where the clothing store is? i can’t find it anywhere. i think i’m getting a bit outdated. ”

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@depupe ( sc. )

jack doesn’t like relying on other people --- despite his age, he is very much functional on his own. unfortunately, after going out for a quick stroll, he found himself very much lost in this huge, huge city. to add more to it, he couldn’t find a single person in sight. only the distant rumble of city life could be heard vaguely.

he stepped towards it, his steps calm and steady. he knew he couldn’t be far, and yet he couldn’t hear the sound become any louder. he kept and kept walking until he stumbled upon what seemed to be a church. were people inside of it? he couldn’t tell. however, he spotted a person. a... very tall person. jack wasn’t short , but he felt damn tiny right at this very moment. steeling his pride, he approached the man with certain caution.

“ uh, hey. ” he speaks, his voice uncertain and calm. “ i need directions. im... “ lost. he doesn’t say that, instead... “ do you know your way around? ”

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@igotus ( sc. )

jack morrison wasn’t a man who enjoyed playing games very much. despite having an impressive amount of coordination and training, he never took an interest to them. when he tried, he always ended up doing terribly. he was going to completely ignore the little tokyo arcade in the cote ward until he saw a box filled with the familiar friend-shaped companion, the pachimari.

a simple claw game quickly turned into his worst nightmare as he kept missing and missing his targets. by the 10th coin he put in, it was clear that he was visibly struggling. some people were starting to gather around him and he was starting to get embarrassed. swallowing his pride, he approached someone passing by, a man who would hopefully be good at claw games.

“ hey, you. yeah, you.” he spoke to the man, trying to keep his voice down so other people wouldn’t quite hear him. “ you any good with those things? ” he pointed towards the claw machine filled with the friend shaped creatures. “ i need to... get one of those, for a, uh, friend of mine. ” by friend, he meant himself --- but that was besides the point. he hoped the man didn’t witness his struggle.

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i need to get this old man out more, so if you’d like a starter, please like this post !

no cap bc im valid.

[isolaradiale]

i would like to reapp soldier 76 from overwatch! app can be found over @ /app or on the sidebar. thank you.

Welcome back, Old Man!

You’ll be housed in Apartment 335!

You’ll retain everything you had previously.

– mod spica

[ohisms-a]

*  JOHN  MULANEY ;  THE  COMEBACK  KID.

❛  we’ve all gone too big too fast and then run out of the room.  ❜ ❛  block letters and cursive look good together!  ❜ ❛  yeah, but the past is the past.  ❜ ❛  i mean we’re all violent here, but you’re very friendly.  ❜ ❛  i don’t give off that vibe.  ❜ ❛  you could pour soup in my lap and i’ll probably apologize to you.  ❜ ❛  i’m so open and vulnerable.  ❜ ❛  i love saying “my wife”, it sounds so adult.  ❜ ❛  marriage is gonna be very magical.  ❜ ❛  ooh, who’s that fella? i bet he did kill his wife.  ❜ ❛  how could another person kill someone?  ❜ ❛  i’m not gonna do it, but i totally get it.  ❜ ❛  it’s creepy to have an ex out there after things have ended badly.  ❜ ❛  anyone who’s seen my dick and met my parents has to die.  ❜ ❛  that’s not even a situation.  ❜ ❛  hey, you seen any loose milk?  ❜ ❛  i don’t know if you can tell that from the… everything about me.  ❜ ❛  … and a hush falls over the room.  ❜ ❛  isn’t it weird how that became a scandalous thing?  ❜ ❛  it was just some boring shit i had to do on weekends.  ❜ ❛  aw, she’s ugly!  ❜ ❛  wouldn’t you give like a million dollars to see that wedding video?  ❜ ❛  ‘cause you know how you lie to your parents?  ❜ ❛  what? huh? what? when? when?  ❜ ❛  let’s see, what problems can we solve?  ❜ ❛  that’s not how you talk.  ❜ ❛  let’s change it to trick ___.  ❜ ❛  it’s like having a baby that’s also a grandma.  ❜ ❛  oh, the things i have seen, you cocksucker.  ❜ ❛  ___  is my best friend in the world, i give her a million kisses a day.  ❜ ❛  you are no longer the alpha of the house.  ❜ ❛  look upon your sovereign,  ___,  and  tremble!  ❜ ❛  it’s haunted, but it has a lovely kitchen backsplash.  ❜ ❛  i love real estate agents. i mean, they are the true heroes.  ❜ ❛  it was like hanging out with my mom.  ❜ ❛  they always have that ‘fun mom’ energy.  ❜ ❛  so, there’s no toilets.  ❜ ❛  well yeah, that’s how all of life works.  ❜ ❛  this is an on - fire garbage can.  ❜ ❛  this is an on - fire garbage can. could be a nursery.  ❜ ❛  sometimes babies will point at me, and i don’t care for that shit at all.  ❜ ❛  you’re never too young to learn our national no - snitching policy.  ❜ ❛  fell deadly silent, is what they all did.  ❜ ❛  no one wants to applaud the penis of a 32 - year old weirdo.  ❜ ❛  i had no supervision when i was a kid.  ❜ ❛  i grew up before children were special.  ❜ ❛  i’m so horny and angry all the time.  ❜ ❛  and i have no outlet for it, so…  eggs.  ❜ ❛  i think emily dickinson’s a lesbian.  ❜ ❛  you can imagine the kind of stress that i’m under.  ❜ ❛  i’m telling you three weeks in advance.  ❜ ❛  that’s exactly what you won’t ask.  ❜ ❛  and then, he ordered one black coffee for himself, and kept driving.  ❜ ❛  in retrospect, that’s the funniest thing i’ve ever seen in my life.  ❜ ❛  what do you do to afford v-necks, ___?  ❜ ❛  ah, numbers. the letters of math.  ❜ ❛  no one look at me or i’ll kill myself.  ❜ ❛  thank you, no one will ever see me again!  ❜ ❛  who could she have been talking to?  ❜ ❛  i need you to believe me.  ❜ ❛  one feels like a duck when one is splashing around in all this wet!  ❜ ❛  i think about that every goddamn day.  ❜ ❛  that’s the wonderful thing about crazy people, you know?  ❜ ❛  eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs.  ❜ ❛  a very upsetting thing to hear, yes?  ❜ ❛  if you eat ass and suck enough dick, one day you can sell drugs.  ❜ ❛  one black coffee. same motherfucker.  ❜ ❛  my feet were not on the ground.  ❜ ❛  he never forgets a bitch, ever.  ❜ ❛  then it is revealed that she has NO hand.  ❜ ❛  you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclaire.  ❜

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heilengel‌:

     Somehow, she had known even before this moment. Perhaps it had been the newscasts about a mysterious vigilante making his mark in various corners of the world that had alerted her to his status. Or perhaps it was just a gut feeling she’d had since that day; regardless, something inside Angela knew that Jack Morrison was still among the living. Having already encountered Fareeha, and then Genji, and then Lena… she had only briefly considered the idea that certain others could be present within this city as well. And as it turned out, she had been on the right track, now standing more or less face to face with a man whose orders she had followed through all those years ago, but more importantly, a man who had been her friend. 

     “Jack… it’s really you, isn’t it?” She trusted her instincts, the evidence presented right in front of her, but the question came out anyway. It was almost comedic; their capture and placement in this city was how they reconnected, something they hadn’t even done after all these years in their own world. “It’s almost hard to believe… but it seems like anything is possible in this city. How have you been, Jack?”

             his visage remains emotionless as he looks at her through his visor --- this almost felt like   fate.   it was almost impossible they wouldn’t meet within this damned city, a feeling of nostalgia overtaking him as she spoke, he was a man of the past, after all. he watches the news, his visor is recognizable, a shadowy figure fighting for justice almost suits him far too well, his glory days were long past over --- but he was   fighting,   he would always be.

            it’s been far too long for the both of them, while saying he missed her would be an understatement, his visor remains on --- hiding any trace of the feelings that are within him, veiled by a mask made of age, pain and   war.   the smiling young man was no more, a sad reality he had to face a long time ago. he was glad they got to reunite after so many years, she was a friend and an ally, it was comforting to know he could still rely on people, even if he disliked the idea.       ❛     ...Hey.    ❜      the words still have difficulty coming out, trying to gather his thoughts --- the last she would have known about him was the tragedy, he was not supposed to be alive.

            ❛   ...I’ve been fighting my own wars.  It was tough being out there.     ❜       his voice, raspy and gruff reveals a underlying tiredness and nostalgia.       ❛     Been quite a while, but age hasn’t gotten to me yet. I’m still gonna’ fight, even in this damn city.    ❜      the tone that inspired so many people to fight and move forward, the tone that was ever so charming and radiant is still there, awaiting.       ❛    ...But how have you been? I haven’t heard from you for... some time, huh?   ❜    he wants to be lighthearted, but he knows there’s a lot to say.

[edeer-moved]

Slasher: 76

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slipstreaam‌:

The gruffness of the man’s voice holds a certain familiarity that she cannot place immediately. The question lingered between them, the silence almost heavy as her brow knitted into a light frown– that beaming smile she wore so often slipping away. 

She knew, deep down. Part of her didn’t want to believe it. Part of her thought it was too good to be true. It was odd how she had encountered those from her past… Winston had been here, she had developed a close friendship with Pharah who had also told her Ana was here too. Mccree, Genji… old comrades– no, friends, family… all meeting again under such bizarre circumstances. 

“Lena.” She replied finally, taking a few steps closer. “And you, love?” She knew, they both did. She supposed she just wanted the confirmation too… to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

           something, perhaps a inner feeling of   dread   overtakes him. the man who shouldn’t be among the living suddenly wants to run away, a urge on the back of his head he manages to suppress. he decides to stand tall, his posture and mannerisms reflected the man who once smiled so brightly --- the one who was the leader of the people.

       ❛     jack.     ❜       it’s said in a firm voice, a thin veil masking some hesitation, some primal fear he hasn’t felt in so long. his gloved hands reach up to his visor, taking it off as if to confirm his identity. his blue eyes still are so vibrant and youthful, a grim contrast to how tired he seems, his serious visage unwavering as he looks at her.

      ❛     jack morrison.     ❜       his voice isn’t so firm anymore, not so secure and ice cold. he extends his hand, a handshake, or a hug  ?  unable to formulate a well thought out reply, he simply speaks.      ❛     been a while, huh?    ❜       not the best.

[arcanesock]

24+76.

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starter call. / @heilengel

           he’s had a feeling that they would end up meeting. perhaps it’s a mere superstition, but his keen instincts never failed him  ---  even today. there’s something inside of him that he should be on his   guard   , and he wonders why. he wonders  why  until he sees her, his visor adjusting to the area, his eyes focused on the figure before him.

        ❛    .  .  .  angela.     ❜       it’s been a   while.   hasn’t it? he has so much he wants to  say,  and yet... he can’t find the words, he simply starts before her. perhaps, perhaps if she forgot about who he was --- this would be much easier, he hopes her golden memory fails just this once.

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OH SHE WILL if only to show him what it looks like!

he will be wearing the ugliest sweater, but he’ll be there (grumbling along)