#gloryhqs.start

[chxoticpulse]

       “So...”

Robin flops on the seat next to the other, his fingers anxiously fiddling with something hidden between his hands and he bites his lower lip nervously, dying to tell someone about this so they could tell him he was just seeing things, that it was still part of the trauma, that this wasn’t real.

                       “...can you keep a secret?”

[ghculishscn]

Open Text → Ender

Ender: On the one hand, I feel terrible.

Ender: On the other, it was so much fun.

Ender: I should prank my coworkers more often.

[hankroosevlt]

he knocks twice. calmly waits at the door. hank knew already which group of criminals was responsible for setting the city on fire. they piratically signed their names at the end of the chaos, virtually claimed ownership of the wreck they had turned crystalline in. ( he failed to see how to someone could attach themselves to that group and still think they were in the right. ) but it didn’t really matter.

not what he knew, not how proud the criminals were of it, not how unfit to deal with the situation his officers were, none of it change anything at the end of the day. what was right was still right. the law was still the law. and so, he opened an investigation, all the same, as if it was any ordinary crime. worked to follow clues, get people on the case, take accounts from any and all witnesses they could find. the personal need to stay at the top of it all instead of letting other officers deal with it was mostly due to fear. hank could take a hit from a mutant, he could end up at a hospital. his officers, on the other hand, had families, girlfriends, boyfriends, children, lives that would be could wrecked, ruined. he wouldn’t let that happen.

all the clues led to that place. hank made sure to be the one there going there, by himself, so no one else would be harmed in the process. —— when owner of the place finally opened the door for him, he removed his glasses, attempt a small smile. “ hello, hm, good morning, i’m sheriff roosevelt, i was wondering if you could answer a few questions ? i’ll try not to take up too much of your time ”

[ofobservctions]

malia has a large bruise underneath her eye, and she’s holding a bottle of water to it. her attempt at least trying to care for it. “oh this?” the blonde gestures towards her eye, as she removes the cold bottle of water. “it’s nothing. it’ll heal.” i’ve dealt with worse. but that much went unsaid, as she tries to offer that of a reassuring look.

[viktrkovalenko]

“ hey, dumbass ! how about you don’t touch anything ? ” viktor’s eyes hadn’t landed on them for longer than a second and he was already annoyed: at their unannounced presence, at how closer they were to his tools, at the fact that they existed at all. — the day at the workshop had been mostly empty and quiet. he had his little old radio playing 80s rock, the same car hood propped open as he worked on the motor. the sweet calmness that only reclusiveness seemed to gift him. — viktor had only left for five minutes to feed the stray dogs that lingered in the back, and still somehow the moment he came back there was someone invading his space. “ what the fuck do you want ? ”

[eunjaeisms]

“Sir, your card has been declined.”

“What about this one?”

“This one, too.” 

“Even that one?”

“That one had insufficient funds.”

“But I come here lots and I’ve paid every time, maybe I can pay tomorrow?”

“I’m sorry, we can’t do that.”

“I just forgot to bring cash, it’s just a coffee and-”

“Listen, kid, you’re holding up the line here.”

The student was close to tears, his voice already bordering on whiny as the temptation to just use his power of persuasion to make the barista give him the coffee for free. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t come back later to pay for it, he just wasn’t used to not being able to rely on his cards. Being broke sucked.

(Not that he really knew what it felt like, even now that he’d been cut off by his parents. His boyfriend had enough money to his name to provide for the both of them. He just didn’t like the feeling of having to rely on his partner to pay for things that he used to be able to afford.)

With a trembling bottom lip, he turned around to look at the person behind him, eyes wide and pleading. “Could I borrow some money? I can give you my number and I can pay you back as soon as possible? I promise I have it and I’m not lying or trying to get a free drink, I just--”

Got recently disowned.

“Um... I have a problem with my cards...”

[xbvmbi]

His head lolled back, a smile on his lips for a moment as he gazed over the room. There were so many people, and had he been more sober he would have been trembling from the nerves that came with being in such a loud, cluttered place. 

But this was his place.  And for the first time in a long time, he really felt like it was. 

He stood up from the blush, soft pink sofa that was situated in his own section of the bar, and wiped his hands down white skinny jeans. It only took him a few steps before he was stumbling into another body, his own inebriated form landing firmly on his ass. “Ouch,” A soft whine as he sat on the ground, a pout pulling at his lower lip. “You need to watch where you’re going-- do you know who I am?” His tone had meant to be more threatening than it was, but Bambi just slurred through it all. 

[xsvervn]

Saeran rested their head in their hands, obviously inebriated as they -for the first time in a very long time- sat at the bar. “Everything sucks.” They had mumbled, the surgical mask they always wore tossed down on the countertop rather than over their features. Things were stressful and they were tired. 

So. They were getting drunk. Which, when you’re undead, took a long time. 

“Everything absolutely sucks and I can't fix it so I give up. I’m going to... go live under a bridge with trolls or something. something really wild and far away. That would be better.”