#gmxsonar

[gmxelly-blog]

Misunderstandings

"What a night."

The woman had return from yet another mission in which she was yet again disappointed. This time around she managed to eliminate only five men from her list. If she was to be honest that was lucky. Never had she encountered more than two men in unison per mission. Still, she hopes to experience more souls to eliminate in chorus. It would make her journey that much more satisfying.

"Ugh, what a mess.."

Indeed a mess it was. Her attire was covered in blood, as well as most of her neck and chest, and she reeked of gasoline which was giving her a headache. The awful stench of gasoline was becoming unbearable and it was making her nauseous. The female held up as much as she could, however, it wasn't long until the fluids escaped her lips.

"Disgusting.."

She grimaced and wiped at her face. Her pace then increased due to the fact that she really required a shower and needed to burn her clothes. Honestly she was contemplating on taking them off right then and there albeit dignity pronounced it was uncalled for.

Then there it was again.

More fluid which brought her to her knees. An arm reached for her stomach and she expelled some more. "Ugh come on, almost there!" She was just a couple of feet away from her house but she really thought she wasn't going to make it. She complained a bit more before struggling to her feet.

[gmxsangster-blog]

❊ Anthem For The Forgotten

gmxsonar:

Power augmentation and power control. Sangster turned his hand under the illumination of the streetlamp, watching the play of shadows on the cracked ground. He rested against an uneven wall that pricked at his back in various places, but he didn't want to cross the road. His apartment loomed over him across, but he didn't want to return to solitary so soon. Sangster would never be able to get the silence out of his ears.  His eyes traced the lines of his palm. Under the soft glow of the light, Sangster's hand was a light yellow, not so different from his chartreuse irises when he tapped into his power. Turning his gaze to his other hand, Sangster looked at the pamphlet he grasped. There was no need for him to read it; he already had it memorised. It was an advertisement for Xavier's Institute, the local school for mutants.  Being under Meryl's tutelage wasn't bad but Sangster still didn't have much faith in the elder. She knew her stuff, but Sangster had always wondered what it felt like to be in a school amongst people like him. People who were more than mere humans, yet unable to grow into their potential fully without proper guidance. Was the Institute the right place for that? Sangster's initial reluctance to enter the school was due to his insecurity as someone who would stand out, even though he was a mutant. On the exterior, he had always maintained that the reason why he wasn't in Xavier was that he couldn't cope with the excitement amongst his own kind. Sangster let out a tired scoff at the white lie. Truth was, he was just afraid. He was afraid of immersing himself in an environment where there was a possibility he wouldn't fit in. H was different; the gaping darkness in his thoughts was a daily reminder of that. There was a crumpling sound as Sangster clenched his fist, crushing the paper in his grip . The pamphlet boasted a well-rounded education, promising control and a comfortable environment. Sangster was tempted, but should he?

[gmxjanus-blog]

what the eyes see aren't what the eyes actually see { sonar x janus }

The night is definitely young - young enough for a certain chestnut haired to roam the streets that the streetlight illuminates so little, making the pathway seem like it's a dark alleyway. Nevertheless, Dongwoo roams the night walkway, wanting to find solace at a place crowded with people. He's tired. And the fact that his memory from the nights before were blurry didn't help either. He knew in fact, that Janus hasn't been playing his part of the deal and rather had been taking control rather too often than before. And worst still, Dongwoo can't do anything about it but to allow him. Why hadn't he been given powers? Probably one that would at least let him have control of his other self. He is aware, definitely, that Janus does exist. And again, there's nothing he can do but to allow him to exist. Sometimes even more than how Jang Dongwoo exist even.

Never mind the flying thoughts Dongwoo now thinks aloud as he grumbles at his pathetic self. A certain voice did catch his attention and soon Dongwoo finds himself entering a bar, greeted with at least a crowd of people and the scent of musky alcohol that fills the place. He sees a maiden, her voice that sound like angels singing in heaven or to say - graceful.

He shouldn't be here. Yes, he does want to look for a place where people do crowd in but the fact that there's alcohol and even the smell puts him off - or to say, Janus. But something made him walk to the seat that settles near to where the singer is, and his hand move as in control, taking the glass filled with alcohol in hand and gulping it down his throat, letting the sensation work its wonders as Dongwoo's eyes never left the singer as she sings still. He is conscious most definitely, but it won't be long before Janus takes over, that's for sure.

But now, Dongwoo could only sit, his sight on the singer and his body being taken over as time ticks its minute hand away.

[gmxtyche]

hello?

they can't find their phone.

shit. tyche’s bedroom is in disarray ( quite similar to a kamikaze ); drawers dangerously flying open, complemented with objects thrown here and there. she’s a hundred and thirty percent correct she’s gone berserk this time, but for a good reason. her phone is nowhere in sight, and her anxiety plunges to the very bottom of the ocean.with a finger furiously running through her dark, coal-like hair, she retreats from her dorm. she doesn’t know where she’s headed to, but without a phone in hand—she just can’t. the last time she went out with her phone was the day before, when paracosm performed per usual on every wednesday of the week, specifically at the bar across north bay. it’s a bit unlike of her to forget her belongings, although she knows that this is an emergency—for the sake of her and well, her needs. after an amount of thinking, she decides to borrow her next-door neighbor’s samsung in exchange for a cigarette. dialing the number, she waits and prays that the number is correct.a voice—none that’s unfamiliar—reaches her, and she exhales a breathy laugh."uh… hi? is this the right time? i’m not bothering you with anything, right?" and the jumble of hesitated questions starts coming out— "i sorta lost my phone, and i think i lost it yesterday… at the bar. by any chance, have you seen it?"