#deadxeyed

[webswingers]

starter for @deadxeyed for jesse !

peter had been patrolling for around two hours when he (finally) spotted something suspicious...not that he was excited for crime. it was just a glimpse of something at first, a small niggle in the back of his head that he only gave into out of boredom and decided to silently swing closer. once the other was in his eye-line peter could clearly see something was about to happen, and that something didn’t seem like good news. “hey, sir?” he finally spoke up, stepped forward and mentally prepared himself for this to get messy. “d’you have a permit for whatever you’re doing right now? ‘cause you’re gonna need a permit. this place is crazy about permits, and i wouldn’t wanna have to come over there and fix whatever the hell is going on.”

[webswingers]

starter for @deadxeyed​ for bojack !

“do you think we should start doing punny cocktails?” sirius spoke as he leaned against the bar, looking at bojack expectantly. “do you think we’re smart enough to do it? obviously i reckon my genius will be able to lend a hand, but do you have anything in that head of yours that can work? I can’t use all my best ones in the first week.” he paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. “nothing too disgusting, we’re still a classy establishment.” sirus settled into one of the barstools to the side of him, head propped up on his own arm. 

[lovecorrupted]

re:  rafe adler.  ( @deadxeyed​​ )

LOCATION:  RESIDENTIAL STREET,  going inside the adler residence.

BY THE TIME THAT SEBASTIAN IS DONE BEING QUESTIONED,  he knows he has a million missed notifications before even checking his phone.  but when he does manage to check it,  he winces.  aside from the typical texts of clarabelle bugging him to see if he’s okay,  to the texts of christine telling him they’ll be scheduling meetings together regarding the story,  to kurt asking if he came home last night, to  —  rafe.

PART OF HIM FEELS A WAVE OF GUILT WHEN HE SEES THE CALLS  —  his brain hates him enough of all times to bring up the talk they had just days ago  ( “ don’t worry about me ! ” )  —  and he knows the man’s probably wondering where he is.  especially since sebastian always responds back quickly,  prides himself on the fact.

INSTEAD OF HANDLING LITERALLY ANYTHING PROPERLY,  sebastian finds himself standing outside rafe’s place,  hands shaking so much still as he drops the key several times before finally unlocking the door,  closing it and locking it behind him.  it’s still empty,  to be expected with rafe most likely being at work,  and sebastian finds himself sitting down on the couch,  nearly collapsing onto it.

EXHAUSTION HITS HIM,  BUT HE STAYS AWAKE,  UNABLE TO EVEN work up the strength to pick up his phone and text anyone back.  he’s still holding onto the key,  hand clenched tight around it to ground himself.  but it’s not until he’s interrupted by the door opening again that he realises the day’s passed around him,  him sitting in the dark.

HE FLINCHES WHEN THE LIGHT GETS TURNED ON,  NOT BOTHERING to look up  —  already apologising,  “ sorry, ”  his voice is raw,  having went from interview after interview to not speaking for what he can only assume has been hours now,  “ i was going to text you,  but i…  you said that i could let myself in. ”

[lovecorrupted]

re:  donnie darko.  exclamations meme,  closed.  ( @deadxeyed​ )

LOCATION:  AVENGERS CAMPUS,  classrooms.

[...]  —  “don’t worry about me!”

HAVING SPENT A LOT OF HIS LIFE going from a variety of different states,  will’s used to living through quite a few different climates.  perhaps not as rapidly changing weather as it was just a week ago.  but still:  he recognises the dangers the wild weather has left behind,  given that the campus is still mildly flooded from the leftover rain water.  maybe that’s why he finds himself concerned.

WHILE HE DOESN’T KNOW MANY OF the students particularly well,  especially since classes are no longer in session because of the summer break,  but that doesn’t stop the worry that grows when donnie was on his way out,  barely dressed for the weather.  “ just be careful,  alright ? ”  will says,  sincerely.  “ it might not be raining anymore,  but it is still slippery outside. ”

[lovecorrupted]

re:  jesse mccree.  ( @deadxeyed​ )

LOCATION:  CHAMPION PARK,  near the food trucks. 

[...]  —  he's sure to let peacekeeper do most of the talkin' here, flashin' the holster of his gun without needin' to pull it out at all.

HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR THE CURRENT LOCATION,  marina would have committed second degree manslaughter.  unfortunately,  the powers that be would fire her the second she turns their body into play-doh.

ALL SHE HAD WANTED WAS TO ENJOY HER WALK around champion park in peace,  maybe pick up a breadstick or something from the local pizza food truck,  when a group of men just had to follow her.  she had even tried to hide in the crowd,  but one of the men had nearly grabbed her by the waist.

SO SHE’S SORT OF HAD ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT,  and if that means pretending to know the closest man nearby,  well.  she’ll suck up her pride.

THANKFULLY,  THE MAN ALSO ISN’T AN IDIOT WHEN he clearly gets a grasp on the situation.  she doesn’t push off the arm;  if anything,  goes willingly close and tries to continue acting normal.  a fake cheerful smile stays plastered on her features,  “ y-yeah !  of course.  that’d be great.  i was just passing through,  i didn’t realise you were here…  ”  

SHE TRIES TO GET A GLIMPSE OF THE MEN THROUGH one of the food truck mirrors,  but the angle’s all wrong.  meaning only one of two things:  either the men are closer than they should be,  or they’ve backed off.  she can only hope the men are off her back as she shrugs one-shoulder delicately,  “ what’s your favourite place here ?  i’ll get whatever you recommend,  and then we can eat it somewhere else. ”  

[lovecorrupted]

re:  rafe adler.  ( @deadxeyed​​ ) 

LOCATION: CAPTAIN COFFEE,  outside dining area.

[...]  —  ❝ to who do i owe the pleasure of speaking to ? ❞

IT’S A BEAUTIFUL DAY FOR ONCE.  the past few days have been sweltering humidity;  and he’s spent the last few nights feeling sleepless due to the heat.  so he clings to the blessing that is the soft wind rustling,  and the meteorologists’ promise for more temperate days throughout the week.

HE’S SPENT THE LAST FEW HOURS simply running errands on what is technically his day-off.  sebastian still has a few articles he wants to get ahead on;  but he’s pushing all thoughts aside,  dismissing them to be problems for later.  for now,  he walks to captain coffee to spoil himself with a four-dollar drink for today.  and while there are empty chairs,  sebastian spots a man on his computer and throws caution to the wind.  

HE’S NOT EXACTLY EXPECTING FOR the man to actually agree,  but there aren’t any complaints on sebastian’s end.  especially when the man looks up,  and sebastian lets himself admit he’s handsome;  a man you would look twice at.  maybe even more.  he’s familiar to sebastian,  somehow,  but most people are;  when you work at the main news networks covering the campus,  you meet all sorts of people.  sebastian never forgets a face though.

SEBASTIAN FLASHES A SMILE BACK,  “ thanks. ”  sinking down into the chair carefully,  putting his bag next to him.  

THE MAN IS VERY CLEARLY PROFESSIONAL,  and sebastian adapts easily,  years worth of attending fancy rich parties coming in handy,  “ i’m sebastian,  it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. ”  part of him swears he’s seen him before at the museum during one of the collection releases,  and sebastian’s never been wrong before,  “ sorry if this is forward  —  but i believe we’ve met before…  do you work at the museum as a curator there ? ”