#nova01

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @novadodson when: 4/20 where: the park

Jacqui practically squealed when they saw Nova in the park, graceful as they went over to join them, collapsing into the grass at his side. "Smoke with me?" they crooned, sprawling out as they pulled their bowl out of their bag, an eyebrow arching up in invitation - not that Nova needed one, they were sure.

[noor-chaidi]

who: @novaxyoung​ where: some coffee shop off campus when: second week of january

“I swear to god,” Noor said, glancing down at her phone, irritation already evident on her face as she leaned back in her seat at the small coffee shop at campus. “If your ex says he probably gave you chlamydia, you text him telling him to go fuck himself when you’re positive, he should probably check in at some point before the week of antibiotics is up, right?” she ranted to Nova, the two girls having become friends thanks to photography classes they were in together. “But, nope. Seventh day of antibiotics this morning and Jack can’t even be bothered to text me back. I swear to god, I’m going to kill him.” 

[gtrejo1]

Had to pick up some reading material from Al's Comic Shop #XMenBlue #WeaponX01 #America02 #Elektra #Nova01 #Marvel #MarvelComics #AlsComicShop

[nerdonice-blog]

@runawayfusion

Eventually, hunger outweighs his desire to stay in bed until he wakes up from this nightmare. He shrugs on his coat, wraps his scarf around his neck, and gives the closet where that offensive body pillow has been stuffed one last scandalized glance before gritting his teeth and opening the door. Ever since he managed to find his house, he had clung to his bed for dear life, but that changes today.

The first place he stumbles across is a little coffee shop that looks like it also serves soup and sandwiches. While this isn’t his first choice of food, he’s starving. Besides, coffee sounds nice.

The shop is practically empty when he walks in, and it looks like there’s only one girl working there. He takes in her bubblegum hair and black-accented pastel attire before resolving to approach the counter.

“Hello!” He bows politely. “Please, I would like a cappuccino and a ham sandwich! Thank you so much!”

[morta-watson-blog]

'What a shitty day.' At least she'd wriggled her hands from the very coarse rope that they had been tied together with, and her captors—who she had heard were called "Pit Scouts" from others in her group—had run out of rope before getting to her ankles. They had said some absolutely vulgar things about that situation, but Morta was little perturbed. They were in the back of an old van. It was terribly hot, quite dim, and damp. Not to mention that the smell was awful. Morta wanted to gag every time she had to take anything more than a shallow breath.

But, she suffered along much better than her handful of counterparts. Many were trying to cry in silence, and some did not even try to quiet their moans and groans and sobs. Morta rolled her eyes. Wallowing in pessimism would not get one anywhere. And she was very sure that she was going somewhere. Somewhere outside of the clutch of the Scouts, in fact, was her particular destination.

They were close to the Pit. That was what she had heard them call it. What she had imagined it to be, though, was nothing close to what it was. They were herded and corralled out of the van and into a dark underworld. Morta wished that she might only be guilty of committing hyperbolic description, but truly it was. Underground and hot, cramped even from outside the limits of the shacks that composed the unofficial borders of the civilization.

Slipping away was no easy feat. She had to be careful, inconspicuous, and deny guilt at leaving the others behind. To Morta, however, staying in the group was no option. She did not know what her fate would be if she did, but she was fully prepared to never find out. Under the cover of disorganized chaos as one man fainted away, she ducked out and ran to the nearest shadow. She had long since been swallowed by the labyrinthine alleyways by the time anyone noticed that she was missing.

It was only by happenstance that she found herself passed by the man. At least, she assumed it was a man. He had metallic tentacles protruding from his back, and they were tinged with blood. Something about the way he carried himself spoke of victory, and she followed him. He had an aura about him: quiet strength. She quite liked that, and felt like by being near enough to him that anyone else who tried to harm her as the Pit Scouts had would be discouraged from such acts. So, she followed in the shadows, watching with wide, curious eyes as she moved along with him.