#junkdrawerkids

[cantsettle]

          it  was  a  stupid  idea  ,  really.  a  spur  of  the  moment  decision  ,  a  risk  taken  he  almost  immediately  regretted.  their  drummer  backed  him  up  ,  of  course  ,  like  she  always  did.  but  jamie  himself  didn’t  have  the  balls  to  send  the  demo  out  ---  ---  so  she  did  it.  sent  it  to  every  label  and  producer  that  came  to  mind  ,  leaving  nothing  but  anxiety  and  anticipation.

          like  any  normal  human  being  ,  jamie  brought  everything  to  work  with  him.  for  the  last  week  or  so  ,  he’s  been  of  his  game  so  to  speak.  dropping  plates  ,  silverware  ,  spilling  dirty  dishwater  down  the  front  of  his  shirt.  what  was  he  so  worried  for  ?  it’s  not  like  anything  would  come  of  this  act.

          he’s  in  the  process  of  clearing  one  of  the  last  tables  ,  messy  hair  falling  down  in  front  of  chocolate  brown  eyes.  there’s  only  a  half  hour  before  the  diner  closes  ,  though  he’d  be  there  until  two  a.m.  cleaning  up  after  everyone.  like  usual.  like  every  single  night.

          the  bell  above  the  door  makes  him  jump  ,  the  clank  of  dishes  crashing  together  sounding  throughout  the  building.  it’d  been  so  quiet.  those  eyes  cast  a  glance  towards  the  door  ,  where  they  catch  sight  of  ...  someone  who  clearly  doesn’t  belong  here.  someone  who  probably  doesn’t  come  ‘round  these  parts  of  town  often.

          ❝  ---  ---  uh  ,  we  close  in  ‘bout  half  an  hour  ,  so  ...  i  don’t  think  you’re  gonna  get  much  service  right  now.  ❞

                    @junkdrawerkids​.

[bastardsunlight]

walk-ins welcome

Closed starter with @junkdrawerkids

At the sound of a viciously rattling engine pulling up to his home—the back lot, he noted—Serenity slipped off the countertop and slid the magazine he’d been perusing under the till. Glancing into one of the dog-themed mirrors that were for sale on one of a few small racks littered about the front of his dog grooming establishment, he decided his appearance was at least semi-presentable and he moved to stand behind the counter, as respectable business owners were wont to do. He was already trying to guess the breed. Corgi, his mind said. It’s a corgi.  

[daedalcs]

“Ever been possessed? Such nasty business having something else other than you inside you.” Jane makes a face like she’s smelled something particularly foul.

“You’re still there, just not at the controls.”

@junkdrawerkids  ♡’d for a starter

[scars-and-apples-blog]

@junkdrawerkids continued from [ X ]

“Nah, we get a higher likelihood of abuse even once we reach adulthood, people comparing us to guys we’ve only heard about, and, eh, I’ll throw in some cool sunglasses, free of charge.” Jake pulled out a spare pair of shades from his jacket pocket, and passed them over to Jamiroquai. “But hey, bastards gotta stick together.” He slid on his own sunglasses and stretched his arms out as he sized up Jamiroquai; was he really that tall? Kid had to be average height. “Ever learned how to throw a proper punch?”

[demon-blood-youths]

A Hacker & His Android Helper

Hellmare is escorting a young woman to the fraction’s headquarters or hideout. After the revolution of the freed androids, she found this one who is lost as if she lost her sense of purpose. Hellmare told this lost soul that she can find her purpose to do. And so, Hellmare is in the living room with the woman to show her.

Her friends, few of her teammates look to her direction wondering whose the person she brought. Before they ask, Hellmare calls someone over.

“Fosh! Are you here?” Hellmare calls out a name. 

A door is opened as a young boy with chestnut complexion, his hair is braided with locks and ties into a ponytail. He wears rectangular glasses as his dark blue eyes look at Hellmare and over to the woman. He came over to the living room.

“Y-yes? Wh-whose this?” The boy called Fosh came over as he asked her.

“This is your helper. An android.” Hellmare tells him.  Fosh blinks if not twice but three times!

“W-WHAT?!” 

@junkdrawerkids (Andriod Amber) meets The Overwatch Hacker

[bastardsunlight]

adrift

closed starter with @junkdrawerkids

It wasn’t the jarring impact that woke the terraformation pilot from his long, long slumber. It wasn’t the proximity alarms of the spacefaring vessel. It was, in the end, the presence of another, presumably living being behind him in the cockpit of his beloved Stalker. After countless years of drifting, Trent Hawkins jerked out of a sleep through which he’d dreamed little and rested much, bleary-eyed and dizzy.

[bastardsunlight]

the road to hell

closed starter with @junkdrawerkids

The bike felt like heaven between his thighs, raw power and heat, and all of it was under his control. As Steve Rogers sped down the road, heading who-knows-where—away from the downtown, where devastation was still the main event—he felt more relief than he’d experienced since awakening from the ice. Part of the pressure, I guess, he thought absently, when it lets up, I forget how bad things used to be. Steve recognized the pattern, but this had to be easily the heaviest burden that had been lifted from him in a long time.

As he pulled up to a stoplight, however, Captain America noted an almost uncomfortably familiar figure on the side of the road, her (very expensive-looking) heels about to hit the cross walk as red-orange hand became briskly jogging, white figure. “Comtesse…?” His mouth made the syllables, but did not audibly express them. No way. There’s no way. I’m… seeing things. I must be.

[bastardsunlight]

Closed starter for @junkdrawerkids After Deep Ground, what the people of the World Regenesis Organization thought was the final war, there was a time of peace and of rebuilding. Edge thrived, and grew; people moved about without fear of terrorism, of Weapons, or fiends. But there was always work to do. The WRO continued its vigilance, flushing out surviving Shin-Ra scientists, those with loyalties tied to darker men than Rufus ShinRa’s horrid father. Evidently, the tentacles of Deep Ground had stretched across the planet, corroding it. In the forest near Mideel, a town southeast of Edge, folks had been reporting an unusual surge of fiends lurking therein. They were frightened for their children, so a curfew was imposed until the WRO could send in a team. All ten, able-bodied volunteers, trained and ready, vanished without a trace. With no other option, therefore, Reeve Tuesti, the acting director of the WRO, once more called upon the help of a close friend and it was he who now descended the steps into a half-hidden laboratory complex in those same woods. Vincent had left a trail of death behind him to reach this point, but found no sign of the missing WRO team. The tingle of fear lanced quickly up his spine. He felt it, absorbed it, and harnessed it. A little fear kept you alive, as long as it didn’t stop you.