#downspirals

[neverscored]

@downspirals:

she waits for an explanation, but he doesn't seem like he's going to provide one. "...uh. who's bonita?"

“that blonde chick you see in the mirror everyday!” obviously.

[knowstruth]

@downspirals (rain) sent: ❛ You’re okay. You’ve just been asleep for a few days. ❜

Eyes squeeze shut for a moment as he starts to get his bearings, taking a breath and slowly beginning to get up - only to jolt awake at the blonde's words. A few days? "Wait, what?" Holy shit, his mom and Morgan are probably so worried, they might have been looking for him, trying to call him, and what the fuck happened? How did he fall asleep for a few days? Isn't that technically a coma or something? Was there, like, some weird brain trauma that's making him forget? Did he get really drunk? Where exactly is he?

"Uh-" He scrambles to get up, glancing around the room and hoping his memory starts coming back to him. "What happened?"

[cursesavior]

— @downspirals / LYRIC STARTER.

"My job - what a shame! Just a mountain of death filling up my brain."

little prince — ajj

[helltechnicality]

@downspirals + detroit starter (rain)

it is hard not to think about his past. about the various androids that he helped cyberlife reset back to their factory programming. while most now have forgiven him since he too was under their control he finds he must constantly be on guard. just encase someone takes his current work helping deviant androids with their crimes as an affront. charles tended to protect him in that regard but that didn't mean some who resided with them in jericho felt he deserved to be there.

he has some friends however. those who, like him, feel outcasted even in the throes of the brewing rebellion. he sits next to her on the edge of the barge that they now call home. " if you require a listening ear i've been told i can provide that service. not to the same quality as charles but i can endeavour to try. "

[deadph0bic]

@downspirals sent in: ❛ But I just got here. I don’t - I don’t want to leave you. ❜

siobhan leans against the opening of the gates, knowing full well she can't walk any further without risk of ending up like kevin. they weren't able to leave or they'd deteriorate at a rapid pace, causing them to disappear completely. she likes to tell herself kevin ended up in heaven with his family, but the fact of the matter is---....she didn't know. none of them knew where they went after this dusted. her arms cross loosely as she tilts her head, her lower lip jutting out in a pout.

"oh, rain! i don't want you to leave either! but, like---....you have to," she'll push herself up from the wall as she takes a few steps over towards rain. after a heavy sigh, she'll move to pull rain into a tight hug. "but i don't want you to get stuck here forever. so you need to be out of here before sunrise. so---....like, i'm kicking you out. but you can come see me after the sunsets, okay?"

[shoelacestieda]

head down, hands tucked into the sleeves of her sweater .. she just needs to get home , she just needs to get home and she can lock the door and it'll all be okay .. until she careens straight into a young man who tries to sidestep her ,

" oh shit , " hands scraping against the pavement causes a pained expression to crease her features and an apology on her lips when she sees the same expression on his face , " i am so sorry , are you - are you alright ? "

/ @downspirals , for bear <3

[whomuses]

@downspirals gets the plotted thing

Training was going pretty well. The team had been running laps as a cool-down exercise, before they went off on a break. Jamie wasn't sure if training was finishing entirely for the day or if they were just having a breather, but he was feeling good. He threw up a hand to high-five Dustin over a particularly good move they'd pulled off, an easy grin on his face. He'd become fast friends with the newcomer, especially since - well - everything. And it was nice having a friend that wasn't just a group of croneys who wanted his admiration but was actually… like… proper friends. That was cool.

Roy was standing with arms folded, watching as they moved into groups, chattering. That weird guy with the canes who had been hanging around with the coach a whole lot lately was also here, Jamie noticed, but mostly didn't care. Roy, on the other hand, was very aware of Austin's presence. He could smell him on the breeze, and whilst it was familiar now, it was still weird. His head turned - another scent had drifted towards him. (Since learning to get better control over his other self, he'd found bits like this leaking through.) And whilst he couldn't place it, exactly, there was a sour familiarity to it, like old beer and cigarettes…

"Oh, shit, what the fuck." Jamie whispered, now looking in the same direction. There was a shape on the pitch, moving towards them. "What the fuck is he doing here?" his breath caught in his chest. He hadn't heard from his dad since their altercation in Man City's changing room, and now… he still didn't feel ready to face the man…

[denniisa]

@downspirals / continued.

the two had been relaxing on the couch, dennis reading their own book as forrest sat in their lap. a quiet night in, nothing exciting but comforting all the same. eyes drift towards forrest for a moment, smiling softly as they watch him read. and that was when they saw something out of the corner of their eye. dennis turns their head up, eyes widening and blood running cold. there was a man standing in forrest's home. their skin almost looked white, eyes sunken, blood stained clothes. before a single word could get out of their mouth they were standing with forrest in their arms, sprinting out of the apartment to safety.

arms tighten around forrest, chest heaving as they glance back towards the house. "there ... i think someone broke into your apartment." dennis finally chokes the words out, glancing down at him with wide eyes. "he ... shit ... there was blood." there's another pause, drawing in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "we should call the police."