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[subjectwyk--archived]

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Jack looked at the girl a long time. She looked about his age. At least… the age he looked. And she didn’t have eyes that glowed so she wasn’t a Little Sister. And she didn’t look like him so the scientists weren’t replacing him for a better behaved experiment. She was just… a girl. A really, real girl. Giving him a really, real present.

He took the stuffed creature and hugged it close in the crook of his arm, a thumb finding it’s way between his lips as he tried to figure out the reality of this situation.

“I’m Jack.” He offered lamely, barely remembering to stop sucking his thumb before he spoke. “Thank you for the toy. I don’t have any toys to give you….” he felt bad for that. Here was a girl, a CHILD, giving him a toy and he had nothing to offer. “Do you know a lot of kids?” The boy asked softly, putting his thumb back in his mouth.

[voiceofstrex]

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I don’t think you have a choice.” Kevin chirped cheerfully. She couldn’t do it anymore. Of course she could. Or, she could be sent to StrexCorp Headquarters and she could be MADE to keep doing it. 

“Now don’t be upset. None of us really have a choice. We can only apply to certain places, and once we’re hired we can only do certain things. This happens to be the only thing you are good at. But you do it so well that you should be proud.”

[chattynoiir]

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     “Mon dieu, another batlady? Ladybat?       What do you go by again, exactly?”

The ears were a dead giveaway - but she looked totally unlike the first Batgirl he’d seen. Significantly tanner than her in fact. 

[subjectwyk-archive-blog]

(Elisabeth): "OH BABY IM HERE AND IN A BLANKET FORT" "COME TO THE BLANKET FORT"

The child glanced either way over his shoulder. He should be practicing with the guns. Like he was told. But then. If they had wanted to make absolutely sure he’d do it they would have used WYK wouldn't they? They knew he hated the guns.

He grinned and dove toward the dark haired woman. She was nice. She always seemed nice at least. She had things like forts made out of pillows. And forts made out of blankets. And blankets.

“Hi Miss Elizabeth.” Jack whispered, crawling over to her as if it would help to hide his adolescent frame. “How did you make a fort out of blankets?”

[wyk-result-archive-blog]

“Tell me who hurt you.”

Jack, slowly, very slowly, lowered his hand. He hadn’t actually picked a plasmid to activate yet. There would have only been one shot for it as he was in desperate, pathetic need to find EVE. Maybe the other had taken the hand as a plea for mercy? Either way, the man looked sane. As sane as Jack himself at least. Which meant it could be worse.

The ex-experiment let out a breath. Taking the next one in made a horrible wheezing sound. Something was punctured knowing his luck. Fact was, Jack shouldn’t have picked a fight when he was nearly out of EVE and had exactly, on his last count, zero bandages at all. Oh, and no money to get some form of first aid. So that was great.

His mouth twitched into a momentary smirk though he didn’t mean the expression in the least. Holding his side Jack shrugged one shoulder. Crackling echoing in his ears when he did so.

“Hurt me? Don’t be--- ahhhh” that hurt. Talking hurt. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m doing great.” Because people who are doing great totally get high pitched squeaking voices of pain. “Just great. Super. Fine. Wonderful. Am I bleeding? I feel like I might be bleeding...”

[weelittlepatrick-blog]

"Are you lost?"

The short, and honest, answer was yes. Yes he was very lost. Patrick spent most of his time wandering through the city. He’d seen great many things that a child of ten should never see. He also did not have the best sense of direction. Somewhere between point -where he’d been- and point -where is he now- he’d lost himself.

Unlucky for Pat, he also had enough pride to never ever ever say as much. The blond child puffed his chest out slightly, adjusting the hat on his head.

“I ain’t ever lost. I know th’ whole city like th’ back’a my hand.” He smiled, a twist of his lips learned from his father. “But it was nice’a ya t’ ask. In case I was less smart.” He glanced around, realizing slowly he wasn’t even entirely sure which direction he’d come from. “Uh... wh-what’s your name anyhow? It ain’t safe for a nice lady t’ be wanderin’ ‘round. Mum says there’s a war on.”

[fromsalvation-archive-blog]

"It was an accident!" [ <3 ]

          “…An accident.”

     Castiel doesn’t mean for his anger to get this far; yet the sight of a crumpled, lifeless body at his feet is the only nudge he needs to push him into a fit of rage. 

          “Please, enlighten me — just how is murdering an innocent anaccident?” 

     His tone drips with venom as he takes an impulsive step closer. 

          “You may look human…but you are far from it. I’d even call you an abomination.”

[timelockedrose]

[boops your nose]

    Her nose crinkled under the brunette’s touch. She blinked. The odd gesture had come as nothing but a surprise to Rose. With a face, she (hopefully) conveyed her shock and the words “I dare you to do that again.” Though it was only a split second before she was all smiles and playful shoving again.

               “Hello to you, too.”