#dmsstarter

[prcdigys]

enthusiastically,  lila  bites  into  the  mars  bar  she’d  shaken  free  from  the  vending  machine  of  the  crappy  motel  she  calls  home.  free  food,  after  all,  always  tastes  best.  she  chews  contemplatively,  arms  crossed  over  her  chest  as  she  leans  up  against  someone’s  car  and  stares  up  at  the  building  where  she’s  been  dumping  the  other  twenty-nine  gifted  assholes  over  the  last  few  weeks.  the  umbrella  academy.   a  ragtag  group  of,  arguably,  whiny  babies,  that  somehow  seemed  to  always  get  their  shit  together  in  the  eleventh  hour  and  come  together.   she’d  trusted  them  to  know  what  to  do  with  the  whole  lot  of  them,  what  their  purpose  was,  but  as  it  turns  out  ...  maybe  she  should  have  taken  a  proper  look  at  the  timeline  before  assuming  things  were  the  same.  

given  she’s  loitering  in  a  place  where  people  are  apt  to  recognize  her,  it  comes  to  no  surprise  that  she  feels  heat  against  the  back  of  her  neck.   someone’s  staring.  she  turns  slowly,  smile  stretching  playfully  as  she  wiggles  her  fingers  in  their  direction.   “  fancy  meeting  you  here. ”   she  drawls,  casual  as  ever.   “  miss  me ? ”

[oliverhargreeves]

dad hated caffeine. even if oliver bought his own coffee and left it in the kitchen, labeled and everything so his siblings didn’t take it, it would likely be thrown out by pogo, because their father never dared step foot in the kitchen. he paid people to do that. oliver, on the other handed, needed caffeine to survive. he didn’t do well without it and the throbbing migraine behind his left eye was a testament to that. it wasn’t a hard decision to get coffee but getting out of bed despite the pain was where it got tricky. 

after sending a quick text to his siblings asking if they wanted anything from the coffee house a few blocks from the academy, he left and had already made his mind up that if they didn’t reply by the time he got there, they weren’t getting anything. 

or at least, he tried to be firm in his resolve. waiting for a reply from everyone, he stepped off to the side, watching his phone anxiously. feeling someone else standing near him, he didn’t look up. “you can go ahead, i’m not in line.”

[natalierivers]

Natalie was early for her shift at the cafe today. Most days, she didn’t mind getting there early. She could sit and people watch while listening to music on her headphones. But her headphones had fallen into a puddle on the sidewalk on her way in, and then were stepped on, now she was stuck people watching in silence. Natalie ordered a latte and sat down by the window and sighed. Trying to lose herself in daydreams, she almost didn’t notice the figure standing next to her. She turned.

“Oh, hi,” she said.

[sweetlcdy]

charlotte frowns slightly , hand moving to rub at her forehead. “ so much for starting that book i just got. “ the tone holds some disappointment , but this was her purpose. after all. “ is there even enough time to grab anything ? “

[ofpains]

in less than the span of a week, avery had been accosted in front of his own flat, had his powers used against him and traveled across the country in the blink of an eye thanks to a briefcase, which was the strangest of all. no one could blame him for being in a bad mood and he was sure that some of the other people who’d been taken would feel the same way. if they even felt like they had been taken. some had gone willingly, even, as hard as that might be to believe.

avery decidedly had not.

it was with the help of alcohol that he found relief from his frustration, drowning his anger at the bottom of the bottle and allowing himself to be numb. that was one he hadn’t practiced in for years, since his father died. if he was numb emotionally, he wouldn’t cause pain physically. and why would he stop himself from hurting others when he so enjoyed it. 

the news report kept playing on tv, bringing them live updates of the eiffel tower coming to life as a robot to destroy them or something—he wasn’t paying attention— and he scoffed. “i thought the briefcase was the weirdest shit i’d see this week.” he punctuated his sentence with a drink, less concerned with the actual crisis being shown on television than he was with getting himself well and truly drunk.

[missxfancy]

What day was it now? Where was she even at? What is that god forsaken noise?

Fancy pulled her body upwards out of the bed she had been given upon arriving. The day she came here was all a blur, especially considering she showed up with a gunshot wound to her shoulder that left her collapsing on their doorstep.

Two weeks. It had taken her almost two weeks to partly heal and never once had she left the room. Food and other needed necessities had been left at her door until now without the need to socialize with anyone. Yet it seemed whoever it was that resided here and cared for her in her time of need knew she was no longer ill. The room service provided had finally been used up. Now she had to go outside and socialize.

After washing up and tearing off her bandages, she hesitantly opened her room door all the more carefully. Her head peered out to look down both ends of the hallway. It was empty, as if whoever lived here didn’t at all find this noise to be alarming. Trying to be discreet and somehow tiptoe right out of here, Fancy had made it only so far before she could make out the shape of someone coming down the opposite end of the hallway.

With panic on her face, she flung open the first door she could get her hands on and forced her way into it. Her hand came up to grip her beating heart through her chest, not even acknowledging the other soul in the room until her breathing had slowed down. “Do you not hear that?” She asked, trying to remain nonchalant “Because I know I do… also, where exactly am I?”

[prcdigys]

“  wake  up. ”   her  hand  moves  to  tap  the  unconscious  person’s  cheek;  gently  at  first,  then  with  more  force.   if  they’re  dead,  they  won’t  care  . . .  and  if  they’re  alive,  it  sends  a  message.   “  you  can’t  fight  skynet  on  your  back  with  your  eyes  closed. ”  

[natalierivers]

Natalie looked at the fiery mess less than a block away from them, then at the person on the steps she’d just come across, then back at the fire, then back at the person, who remained seemingly unaffected by their surroundings. “So, uh, what are you reading?” She asked.