A SINGLE chair in a dark room. no bonds, no tricks. not even a wall made of glass. four by four by ten of pure solid metal & corners soldered smooth & shut. a lamp hung from the ceiling on a thin string, still & quiet. it does not swing. it does not keep time.
( * he quite enjoyed old movies / quite enjoyed forgotten methods written down in pixels & ink with very little stopping anyone from uncovering its effectiveness outlined under figures two & three & technically six, though the index would disagree. )
overwatch has already had their go. they’ve slipped their lawyers & contracts through already, but the suits they wear are too shiny & blue.
❛ alrighty then, ❜ he starts off as soon as he enters. it’s not quite a smile, but it is bright. his cards are already falling on the table & reyes swings into the room with just himself to wield. the cameras are rolling, curiously missing his presence in the reels should anyone happen to look back. caution sits differently on his shoulders. falls differently in the swells of his hoodie.
he extends a hand. ❛ the name’s gabriel reyes. figure’d we would start with something simple. ❜
starter call: @highaim
