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[select-a-hero]

"Hey!" The kid yelled, pushing through the crowd of panicing citizens. Things had been tense in the city for a while, but had hit the boiling point several days ago and started a civil war between two gangs. Kit was caught in the middle, desperetly wanting to leave but unable to since he lived on the streets, a slave to both gangs. Just today, he had seen a tall man with white hair kicking several gang members asses, and now he was trying to track him down to ask for his help.

Jack let out a tired sigh as he leaned against the wall of the alley he was standing in. The old vigilante was exhausted, physically and mentally. Breaking up all these gang wars was getting to be a real pain in the old soldier’s ass. He’d gotten a bit too rough with one of the last men he’d driven of, and was currently nursing a hand with bleeding knuckles.

He closed his eyes and sighed again, having not heard Kit’s calling at first.

[serendipitykismet-moving]

@justanaverageoc asked for a starter!

    Kaiba almost felt a little strange as he shrugged his coat onto his shoulders for the first time in what felt like forever. It had almost been a year, since he’d begun construction on the Duel academies, and that had meant being out of his tournaments for a year. It was an iconic look, though he’d spend the better part of the year in stuffy suits or turtlenecks. It was a bit like stepping back into his own skin. Still, things were fundamentally different -- Mokuba was old enough that he was off in school learning how to carve his own path, and it would be a lie to say that Seto wasn’t empty nesting at least a little bit.

     He didn’t give himself time to dally on the thought, he needed to be out and about now. After all, who was going to be the star player of the Kaiba Corp tournament if not him?

[blackwatch-cmndr]

The Black Hand

Being a top tier Mafia boss has its pros and cons. Mostly cons if someone disobeyed him. It was rare, but it was occasional. He doesn’t complain though, it gives him something to do. And relieves any aggression too. So make that a pro instead. 

A big con of his is when mafioso’s try to pick on his kid. Then they’re looking for a death wish. 

He sat at his desk, focusing on the paperwork in front of him. He was almost done and then he has a meeting right afterwords. He can’t deny that he misses being on the field. It gave a sort of adrenaline rush whenever he was out doing business. 

He was nearly done until he heard a knock on his door. Well, a break wouldn’t hurt anybody. He placed the pen down and stretched in his chair, letting out an audible groan of satisfaction. 

“Come in.” 

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[my12percentofamoment]

"Sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you. Is that a friend thing or not?"

Virginia stopped walking. “Does that sound like a friend thing?” She didn’t think so.

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[onlybonesleft]

@justanaverageoc continued from here

"Well, you know me, just doin' my job so some idiot doesn't die of hypothermia or a STD," he said drolly and pulled up a chair. "Hey now, got a couple more questions before you can sleep. How long you been feeling cold?"

[riftmeanewverse]

"Can we stay like this for a little while? Its nice." ((Seven to Hopper))

“Sure,” said Hopper, a half-empty bowl of popcorn in his lap as he sat next to Seven on the couch, watching movies on tv. When the film ended, he picked up the remote and handed it to him. “Here, you pick next.”

[worldsgreatcstgrandma]

A knock came on Scott's door, Phil standing there carrying a small child in his arms. "Hey Scott, sorry to bother you but uh...Harley got into some trouble and well, ended up like this." He gestured to the child. "Do you mind taking care of him?"

“I can handle him. He can stay here in Cassie’s room until I get a room set up just for him.”

[highnoon-cowboy]

@justanaverageoc

“Think I need ta call heaven a tell em they got an angel missin’.”