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Umm,, I really like @twinvictim 's post SH3 Heather from his fan fic that I can't link because Tumblr hates links in the tags.
(starter for @ozcarpin)
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The sound of the large, wooden door of the dining hall as Eve slammed it shut was satisfying, but it wasn’t enough to cool her temper. She leaned against the door and took a deep breath.
She had finally had enough of trying to reason with her teammates and stormed out. It wasn’t worth sticking around and being told to ‘chill out and have some fun’ for the hundredth time. She didn’t work so hard to come to Beacon just to goof off. They needed to start taking their time here seriously – they needed to start taking her seriously. Eve tried to remind herself that it was only the very beginning, but she didn’t know how to lead people who always brushed her off.
‘How am I supposed to deal with these… BOYS!?’ she thought, gritting her teeth. Then another thought hit her, ‘Maybe they brush me off because they’re better fighters...’ Which was true – while Eve was no pushover, they were doing much better in combat classes. If that were the case, was this a matter of respect? She knew Xavi respected her, but maybe that’s why the other two never seemed to listen.
Eve scrubbed her face with her palms to dispel her thoughts. She’d only just re-convinced herself that she belonged here and didn’t want to go down that road again.
Pushing off from the door with a sigh, she made her way onto the central walkways. She wanted to go where no one could find her. The tower roof was an option – she was certain no one could see her there, let alone get there if they did, but she decided against it. She didn’t much care for the idea of being on the main campus. The tranquility of her favorite tree on Beacon Cliff seemed more her speed today, so she turned and made her way towards the edge of campus at a brisk pace. Normally she would have flown, but she decided walking would probably do her some good.
@blackwatch-cowboy
“Cowboy...Do you really think they will just welcome me in? Do you not realize my past?” She was worried, her emotions still overwhelmed her at times. The past still haunting and seeping into the now. She still could see the ghosts of the past time to time.
“I may be out of Talon’s control, but I am not certain about waltzing arm in arm with you into Overwatch.”
( @lightofthetrees liked this for a starter)
The door was ajar and the candle that burned in his master's office was barely a light in the distance that served as a reference not to trip while the Easterling walked through one of the many corridors of Barad Himring. Trying not to make noise, Margöz looked through the slit and saw that his master was still awake, looking through the window, where a black cloud of ash covered the northern sky. The Baradhrim cleared his throat trying to get his master to listen to him, so as not to take him off guard, but the tall, red-haired Noldo did not seem to have heard him, perhaps because he was so absorbed in his thoughts.
--- "My Lord..." --- he called once again, in a low voice, while holding a scroll in his hand where he had the results of the task that his Lord had entrusted him. --- "I'm sorry to bother you, I have here what you asked me for." --- He said, and waited.
❝ --- it’s as simple as a brush of fingers, a flick of the wrist. ❞ it takes a careful, clever hand to get away with everything he finds himself swiping. this time? a lovely, eye-catching rolex, dropped into his breast pocket, patted affectionately. proudly. what a contented little smile on his lips. ❝ now, if only he’d stuck around longer. ❞ then he could have gotten the man’s wallet, as well.
@strxnzo / permanent starter call!
@gerbears
She of all people didn’t expect to be invited to an overwatch event. Of course they wanted a few celebrities there. She mingled around the room. She knew a few others in the room.
She greeted the man who invited her, thanking him for the invitation. She smoothed out her dress. It had been sometime since she went to a formal event that she didn’t feel like she had to be on her toes. Unfortunately, this made her more on her toes.
