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Half A Cup: Post-Event

Three weeks off. Mandatory. Three weeks off, just because everyone had somehow reverted back to normal just after he’d had his run in with a delusional Kara and everyone in the hospital had seen the mess his face and nose had been left in. There was no way he could heal this mess without drawing attention to himself now, especially since humans were particularly out for blood now against those responsible for doing this and so, he was forced to take the time off work to ‘get better’.

He’d done as instructed, gone home but it didn’t take long for him to grow restless knowing that the walls would be his confinement for the next three weeks. Which explained why he’d leashed Jas up and walked to his favourite coffee shop in town in the hopes that perhaps a decent drink would lift his spirits. Thankfully some fates were smiling today and although it was practically empty the doors were open.

Keeping Jas on a short leash at his side he stepped up to the counter to order and then collect his drink when he heard the bell above the door jingle, alerting him to the presence of another he silently hoped wouldn’t recognise him. Someone who wouldn’t feel the need to remark on the patchwork of deep violet and blue bruises across his eye and nose. Picking up the coffee and bracing himself he turned making a move to head for the door to take up his favourite spot outside in the sunshine.

#open #change.starter #Feel free to have yours already in there or the person who walked in or just see him when he heads outside!

Henry sat, pen poised in his hand and the coffee cup in the other hand. This was complete crap. As usual. What the fuck was the point of being a writer if he couldn’t write. Henry finished reading the passage before setting his coffee cup down. He scratched out the entire section of the manuscript. “Shit. It’s complete shit. What the fuck was I even thinking when I wrote this? Was I fucking drunk?” Henry muttered under his breath.

#change.starter #( open. )#so idfk what this is butttttt have a starter #imma work on answering some in a moment !

Wrapping her arms around her chest, Davina kept her head down as she strolls down the street. She avoided bumping into people as if she were the water flowing and they were a rock in the stream. The middle De Angelis really did not want to go out into town today, but she needed to get out of her family home. She couldn’t take it, watching her mother be a coward to her father. The sight of seeing her own mother flinch when the man moved just brought a sicken feel to her stomach and a bitter taste to her mouth. Obviously not watching where she is going, Davina walked right into someone to only be knocked down to the ground. Usually, Davina would fire at the person, but with everything going on to her; especially her powers being triggered by strong emotions, she couldn’t. “It’s alright.” her voice low. “I’m okay.”

#change.starter #i hope this is okay loves #i might disappear since i got errands to run but i'll be back

Crimson Scrubs || Open

Walking down the long hallway, Kara’s eyes scans her surroundings. Her eyes were ringing from the constant screaming of those insane; some of them screams were those ignoring the voices while the others were embracing them. The voices in Kara’s head? They were all, but silent now for she has embraced them though not in the way others have through the violence. For Doctor Kara Shepherd, she embraces them as if she were in shock. The voices made the Doctor believe this situation is similar to the one back in Africa.

‘You took an oath to save people,’ the voice taunts the Doctor. ‘look at all the people you are not saving.’ As if on cue, her eyes went down to the floor at a few of the dead bodies lying there as if they were garbage.

Stepping over a dead body, Kara continues to walk down the hallway. The similarities being more obvious to her now. As the Doctor turned a sharp corner, her eyes took focus on a male laying on the floor. “Pl--Please,” the man calls out to the crimson doctor. “you gotta help me.” the civilian manages to speak. His blood pouring out of his gunshot wound to the chest.

Kara froze as she no longer saw the man, but a dying soldier with the same wound. Swallowing tightly, Kara kneels down to the ground. “I’m a Doctor,” she pauses as she looks over his wounds, clearly afraid of the soldier. “trust me.” Without saying another word, Kara quickly grabs the pillow out from under his head and presses it onto his face; suffocating him.

The Doctor is under the belief she is doing the world a favor by killing this soldier, when in reality it is just an innocent civilian.

Hearing a voice behind her, Kara continued to hold the pillow down onto his face. “He was already a goner.” was all she said.

#p: crimson scrubs #change.starter #(event: human disaster)

It was all people talked about, all people read about and all people watched on TV. Unsurprisingly, everyone in the bar she was currently drinking in seemed to have an opinion on mutants–on people like her–and most of them weren’t that flattering towards her kind. Bringing the rim of her glass to her lips, she took another long swig of her beer before looking at the bartender. “Hey, would you mind turning that off?” She asked them, motioning towards the screen in the corner of the room. “Or putting on a hockey game or something. Please.” At this point she’d rather hear the group of men scream about sports than about their disgust of mutants.

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Liliana liked working at the diner, it was good money and the work was easy enough, most of the customers were nice and she could deal with the bad ones most of the time. She was having an off day though, she hadn’t slept more than an hour that night, and had been shaken since she heard about the attacks in New York. Her mind was elsewhere but she’d managed to do her work. Then she heard someone talking about it, talking about freaks, and she tripped over spilling drinks and food from her tray all over the floor and customers. “Oh shit, sorry I-I tripped it was an accident, I’m sorry,” she stammered as she stood and tried to clear what she could.

#change.starter #( starter. )#idekk pls have my precious baby

“I’m listening, I promise” Oliver had an idea for a story and just had to write it down before he forgot. Even though it was on a blank page in his favorite book, it was way better than forgetting it altogether. “What’d you say again?” He was still writing but he was also trying to listen at the same time.

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Aegri Somnia Vana : Open

Sometimes, Jonathan Ryder really hated his life. Then again, no one really was completely satisfied with their lot in life but today in particular he really really hated his life. His day so far had already been terrible -- going from bad to worse after being skewered with a scalpel and having to fight alongside Lara and Adam to get out of the place he had dedicated every day for the last two years of his life to. He’d been walking since then, trying to avoid the main routes lest he be dragged into more violence and doing his best to help those he came across unfortunately his efforts were in vain. Wherever he turned more people he knew and called friends were losing their minds screaming about imaginary creatures or other odd scenarios that made absolutely no sense...

It was just as he was rounding the corner that he saw the scene unfold; a panicking police officer in a fight with a woman in her early fifties who seemed to be wielding a rolled... magazine? as her weapon of choice. In a moment time seemed to slow Jon barely having a time to yell as he witnessed the officer pull their gun from its holster take aim and... BANG BANG BANG... The flash of the gun’s muzzle, the familiar sounds all set Jonathan’s nerves on edge, his entire body jumping on the spot as deeply buried memories flooded him. In an instant time sped up once more when he saw the middle-aged woman press a hand to her abdomen and bringing it away stained crimson before collapsing.

Jumping to motion as the officer seemed to realise that they shoulder get out of there Jonathan’s boots pounded the pavement to the fallen resident until he was knelt at her side. It was only when he was by her side he recognised the local owner of the florist shop - Amanda Wells a woman he’d known from his own youth. Fighting back a gag at the sight he shucked his jacket to press it into the gunshots; gushing her lifeblood out of her body and onto the pavement around where she’d fallen in a crimson target. It was a gut-shot, he’d seen enough of them to know it was almost always fatal but he had to try... “No no no, please- Amanda-- Stay with me you’ve got to stay with me.” Without his kit there wasn’t much he could do but find someone to help, glancing up he yelled at the top of his lungs praying someone, anyone might hear him. “SOMEBODY GET HELP! ANYONE, PLEASE, I NEED AN AMBULANCE OR A FIRST AID KIT-- ANYTHING!”