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[stargazelongintoanabyss-blog]

canis minor | open

“...Huh. Okay, then.” Cassie, said, calmly, a few seconds before she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to freak the fuck out. This was not - this could not - absolutely, fucking goddamn,  could not be happening. But of course, it was. She needed to leave the room, get out of here and away from everyone else before she broke down into tears or slammed her head into aw all or kicked that goddamn fucking dog and was killed on the spot. After a few seconds of her body refusing to respond, she managed to turn around and leave, walking at first but soon breaking into a run. 

She wasn’t breathing, she wasn’t thinking, and she wasn’t sure where she was going - anywhere, really. Anywhere where nobody would see her freak out, not that they hadn’t already see her start shaking and running away like some pathetic little freak, but there was always damage control that could be done/ Besides, she needed a place to think. She found herself, eventually, in the lounge, curled up on a couch, her knees drawn up to her chin and her arms around them, breathing sharply and irregularly. 

Of course, the situation wasn’t quite a complete surprise. The lack of apparent connection between her fellow captives had given her suspicions of a less apparent connection. But while she’d expected something like this, she hadn’t been expecting this. What the hell was she to do now? It seemed that question would have to wait a while to be answered, as her thinking was interrupted by someone entering the room, something which led her to almost flinch. Looking up with a scowl, one hand nervously pulling at her hair, she muttered, “If you’re going to kill me... go for the throat and make it quick.” It was quite hard to tell if she was being sarcastic of not. 

[ritzyroyal]

Man, Go... Mango! [lhc open]

This was a lot worse than what he had assumed.  Not only was he not getting out of here anytime soon, he was expected to kill someone who was probably a superhero too? Well, he himself was.... Super handsome, to say the least. Seems like he’d have to wait for a miracle, at any rate. Oh well. At least there was a dog.

As everyone else reacted to the somber news delivered by Dash, Pranay himself also reacted. He took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and:

“Oh, that really. Sucks.” He chirped dully, before immediately slinking out the door he was closest to. This happened to be the kitchen, and once he was out of the eyesight of everyone else, he put his hands to the side of his head, his fingers deep into his hair, and yelled, something that to everyone else sounded a bit muffled.

“ पवित्र भाड़ में जाओ! क्या बकवास है। करिश्मा आते हैं और अपने प्यारा सा भाई को बचाने के लिए कृपया !! “

After this outburst, he breathed a few times, keeping his eyes closed tight as he tried to think of things to calm himself down. At last, he opened his eyes and really took a look at the kitchen.

“Yes, I should eat something. Comfort food, that’s why they call it that,” He mused to himself, finding the pantry and looking at the options there. He saw a few things he was sure he could prepare- Or at least, attempt to prepare- But they struck him more as lunch food. He needed something a bit nicer, not so salty...

“Perfect!” He suddenly exclaimed, picking up a few different fruits and placing them on the counter. He was no chef, but he could definitely cut up some fruit and put it in a bowl! Plus, he could continue to look around Paragon Tower and eat at the same time this way. He hummed happily to himself, proud of how clever he was. (I mean... Not really though? A hot pocket would be even easier to carry around.)

He glanced down when he heard the soft clicking of nails against the floor, and saw that Dash had wandered in. He pouted, now reminded of the ominous message he had brought earlier.

“Well, your owner might be a villain, but...” Pranay mused, reaching down and scratching the dog behind the ears. “You’re just the messenger, really. There’s not really much of a point in being mad at you, right? You’re just a dog.”

He suddenly brightened up, looking over to the refrigerator.

“A dog who’d probably love a little treat~!!” He cooed, stepping over and looking for something a dog could eat. He settled on some bacon, since it seemed the most harmless of everything in there. He peeled off a slice, turning around and kneeling down to the dog. He was so delighted to see the dog gently but happily eat that he didn’t notice that someone else had entered the room.

[callmebaeseo-blog]

▹ not coffee time | ch.1 | open

The first thought that occurs to the long boarder, is- it could be worst.

To start with, they could have all been dead. It was easy enough to seemingly knock out whole group of superheroes, if what the person who held them captive here was true to their word. To terminate a solid number of 16 heroes in the span of time they seemed to be out, it was easier than baking a cake. Yet, here they were, alive. However, it did seem more punishing to even keep them alive through this and force them to kill each other for escape or even- find out everyone’s identities for immunity.

Better alive than dead, she thinks. Their circumstances are unfortunate, and she can’t say she’s been through worse, but they could be dead. It was easy to think on the brighter side of things. She was feeling a little worn out and gloomy afterwards, so she didn’t want to stick around for the aftermath.

Seo-hyeon blows a hair out of her face, she isn’t one for animals. Dogs, are cute, but she’s not the type to mess with one or pet one on instinct. She has no reason to interact with Dash. He’s a good dog though, he was just doing his job. When she bypasses the door that was recently opened, she gently rests a hand on his head. Pat pat. 

She keeps on walking, she has no certain stop or destination she would like to go to. This place- it’s no longer a secret it was unknown to her. She was a superhero too, like the others. Even if with her blatant honesty, she was smarter than to out herself in front of the others. 

Her feet lead her to the Lounge, and she takes a peek and scans it. The room was nice for relaxing, and seeing how her nerves were on the high-end, it wouldn’t hurt to relax. Or even, clean the place up a little. No, that would take way too much effort. 

She walks to a flipped over couch and gently kicks it. She wishes she was out in the wind and wild, feeling the soft breeze and sun’s light beaming down on her while she long boarded all throughout town. Part of her likeness for long boarding were the brisk outdoors, and she wasn’t even one day in without missing it. 

She sighed, and dug around in her bag again for something- anything. Seo-hyeon highly doubted it seeing how they even set up a force field for their powers. Blowing another strand of hair away from her face, she turns to meet the eyes of a stranger- even if she talked to them before.

“..Greetings. Upon further inspection, I find that our current situation translates to: completely hopeless.” 

She digs her hand around in her bag some more.

“Just for your information, I’m not looking for a gun. I’m unsure if that reassures you or not, if you’re the nervous kind of person.” Seo-hyeon pauses. “I’m looking for my calendar. I don’t think it’s here.” She ought to be polite about suddenly talking as well.

“How are you feeling? Ill? I’d have to agree with you, then.”

[arcadibuzz-blog]

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Here he is, the morning after. Yesterday’s events seem like a weird dream, his memories hazy and blended together. When he wakes up he isn’t sure where he is, thinks he might be in his apartment. But then, as he wakes up a little more, he realises things: the bed’s a little too hard, and the room smells of dust and concrete. Still in Paragon Tower. Still kidnapped.

He stretches and drags himself out of bed. He has no idea what time it is. His body’s usually pretty regular, though, so it must be early- or mid-morning. He tries to go about his regular routine: he showers, cleans himself up, styles his hair, puts on the tiniest bit of makeup. Whoever set this place up stocked him with a blowdrier, hairspray, concealer, and eyeliner - all the important stuff. He appreciates it.

It’s a solid hour later before he’s finally ready to go. He pulls on a shirt that isn’t his, pants that aren’t his, and a jacket that is. It feels strange. And he doesn’t have to follow his routine, but he does anyway. It keeps him feeling normal, feeling grounded. In such an abnormal and confusing place, he needs it.

Carlos makes his way downstairs and into the kitchen. It must be early; no one’s around. That’s fine, though, more space to move around. If this room wasn’t so rusty and busted up it’d be great. His apartment kitchen is tiny. The homestead in Nevada has a big summer kitchen out back. A brief memory of an early morning there, watching the sun rise over the Mojave...

No such thing here. Just cracked marble and nasty rust spots. He makes do. He’s chopping up vegetables when he hears the door swing open somewhere behind him. His fingers reflexively tighten around the knife handle. But he turns, smiles in the stranger’s direction anyway, and tries to make himself look as non-threatening as humanly possible.

“Buenos días,” he says, waving his free hand, “How’d you sleep?” He can guess the answer, but it’s friendly to ask anyway.

[shslpopper]

It’s gonna be alright! | Hayate | Prologue | OPEN

A groan escaped the bespectacled youth when he came around. His entire body was aching, as if he’d slept on a harsher surface than would be healthy. Given the coldness that crept upon his cheek, Hayate guessed that he’d somehow ended up on the ground, but... how? And why?

As his swimming mind was slowly starting to focus, Hayate attempted to open his eyes. Fortunately for him, the light around him wasn’t too bright, so it only took a few moments and blinks to actually make out what was around him. At least he could confirm with certainity now that he was lying on the floor - and it wasn’t a pretty one at that.

With a confused look on his face, Hayate placed one of his hands besides his head. Pushing against the cold, hard floor, his slightly numb, left arm was finally freed from the weight of his entire body and also left him on a sitting position. Whilst gently massasing his left arm, the redhead decided to get a proper look around-

However, it wouldn’t take long.

After all, when he registered that other people were in the same situation as him - some of them already up, some of them still lying -, his first instinct was to help out wherever he could. Anything else was secondary to the well-being of others, even though he didn’t know anyone here!

Therefore, he stood up - legs still feeling a bit wobbly, but pushing onwards it was! - and made his way to the nearest person. The redhead knelt down, placing a hand on their shoulder to gently shake them.

“Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me? Take it easy...!”

[ritzyroyal]

This is No Place for A Prince! [LHC Open]

It did not take Pranay long to sit up when he finally came to his senses. After all, he was used to sleeping on only the softest beds- And the occasional futon, if he was feeling adventurous.  Sleeping on anything harder would hurt his back, and this stiffness he felt definitely said that he was not sleeping on a bed.

“How could anyone let this happen!?” He immediately squawked as he sat up, then jumped up, hugging his arms tight around himself in utter revulsion. “To let me sleep on a floor, like some, like some sort of pet!”

He drew in a sharp breath, holding back a dramatic tear, lifting up a hand to check his temperature. Then, immediately, he remembered that since he was lying on a floor, that meant his clothes must be dirty too, and set to patting himself down.

“I mean, really, people walk there, with their feet,” He continued on, indignantly. “It would be one thing if it were only my feet, of course, but this is everyone else’s feet, and even I don’t know where they’ve been.”

Pranay pursed his lips in a pout, only now calming down enough to look over and realize that other people were also in the room. The very dusty... Dirty... Dilapidated room.

“Oh no, no, no,” He mused, biting his lip and putting his hand on his face, the gemstones on his ring managing to glint in the small amount of light there was. “This is simply no place for someone like me. Someone simply must clean up in here, and get me a bath, and probably an appointment with a masseuse. My nerves cannot have this kind of stress, as if sleeping on the floor wasn’t travesty enough!”

[stargazelongintoanabyss-blog]

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The first thing Cassandra Penelope Blackwood noticed upon opening her eyes was that her head hurt. The second thing, was- no, no, she was still caught up on the hurting thing. Fucking ouch. Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to collect herself, finding her senses enough to get to her feet and start trying to work out what was going on. 

“Oh, fuck me.” she muttered emphatically, looking around at the destroyed surroundings, a scowl quickly forming on her face. Shit like this was why she didn’t like going to parties. That, and the music. And the drinks. And the food. And the people. Mostly the people. Almost entirely, now that she thought about it, the people. 

Her eyes darted around her surroundings as she attempted to figure out what had happened - and why, for that matter, she was dressed up in her usual clothes. Rocking back and forth on her heels lightly, she began to hum softly as she thought, considering and analysing different possibilities. What if - no, that didn’t make sense, not at all. Perhaps she could ask one of the other people around her, she supposed. Perhaps they were all just ignorant as she was and it would just annoy her. But hell, she was already annoyed enough as it was. 

“Hey,” she called out to the nearest figure, waving a hand to get their attention. “This isn’t exactly my usual morning routine, you know. Do you think you’re able to explain... what the fuck we’re doing here, and what happened. Is that something... with in your reach?” she asked once she was sure she’d gotten their attention, voice quiet, avoiding eye contact and staring at the floor. Social interaction: nailed it. 

[arcadibuzz-blog]

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He picks himself up slowly, head aching, everything aching. What the shit just happened? A few minutes ago, he was at the Gala, and there was a crash, and- he claps his hands to his hips, and feels leather. Not the costume. Exhales... and then his breath catches again. How in the hell- He glances around. Dust and debris. Seems like the Gala wrapped up a while ago. 

“Mierda,” he mutters. Was he really still in Paragon Tower? It... sure looked like it, but it was hard to believe.

And then, about ten seconds after he woke up, he shakes his head, wipes the distress right off his face, and quickly replaces is it with the usual confident smile. No sense making it obvious, right? He brushes the dust off of his coat and surveys his surroundings properly.

Carlos Capello, on the job. Whatever happened here is definitely worth looking into. Two exits, both at the back, and firmly shut. He recognises one as the door he came through a few hours ago. Looks up to see the balcony, still reasonably in tact. So, no major structural damage. That was probably good, the ceiling wouldn’t be falling in. Sure the fuck is cosmetic damage, though. Whatever happened in here was wild. He remembers a crash...

Smile on face, he strides straight up to the nearest person, trying to look as friendly and casual as possible, and usually is pretty good at it. He might look a little on edge, sure, but weren’t they all?

“¿Qué onda?” he says, “How’s the head? You feeling okay?” Smooth enough. He can get into the details in a second.