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[karaddanvxrs-blog]

“I’m not big into politics, but isn’t it odd that we don’t have a military? The world is still at war, and our walls can’t keep people out forever.” Not everyone who found New Metropolis was let in, and that rejection could turn people against the city if they were angered enough. As far as the general population knew, there weren’t any other established cities like New Metropolis. It was a godsend in a godforsaken wasteland. 

[nctblackcat-blog]

Felicia was tired and sore. Normally her job didn’t require her to exert herself all that much, apart from the occasional crawl into an air vent to hide when she was in an area that she technically wasn’t allowed to be in. This day had been different though; to put it simply, she had been careless. She hadn’t taken the necessary steps to deactivate any potential security protocols, and when she had opened the company safe to search for their dirty little secrets, an alarm had sounded, causing for every person in the building to be aware that she now had her hands on information that would result in every one of them being sent for rehabilitation. The struggle that had ensued had been particularly unpleasant, and though Felicia had managed to hold her own against the desperate employees quite well, it hadn’t been without injury; and had the arrival of the authorities been delayed any further, she more than likely would have been overwhelmed. Now, with the information having been submitted to her superiors and the company disbanded, she sat on a bench, an ice pack pressed to a bump on her head that she had gotten in the struggle. Noticing someone standing near her in peripheral, she spoke up, although she didn’t raise her eyes to see who it was. “I’m really not interested in hearing whatever it is that you want, unless what you want is to give me a back rub” She said with an exasperated sigh.

[captsawyer-blog]

Often Maggie found herself missing things that she’d never had. Like sitting in the smoking section of a greasy diner, mulling over a case and dollar refill coffee. It must’ve been a scene from a TV show or maybe something her dad told her. He liked to regale her with tales of the old days on the force, before the war, and somehow those stories had gotten into her marrow and stuck, stubborn as hell. 

Anyway. It was something she thought about whenever she had the shitty synthetic coffee made in New Metropolis. Maggie steered her thoughts away from her daydreams and to the sound of knocking coming from her office door. She cast a glance about to check that the place was presentable (her couch often doubled as a bed) and then called out.

“Come on in.”

[vespertiliocorde-blog]

       “ look --- i’m kind of in the middle of something really important right now ; work stuff , as in no time for rambling . ” pale hands close a notebook , placing it over a folder that rested on her lap , a rather UNAMUSED expression on barbara’s face . “ but i’m listening . what happened ?? ”

[pcisons-blog]

she doesn’t know if, after all this time, she likes this play pretend. the daily grind, routine and play acting. everyday her feet take the same steps to her car, to work, to home. she doesn’t like human affairs too much so maybe this is alright, maybe this is nice. what’s really nice is her plants, is the quiet serenity of her lab with its sign permitting no one entrance should they be below a certain level of clearance.

                                                                                    her work, afterall, was FRAGILE.

she eyed the cup between her fingers as she exited the shop, styrofoam gripped tight between manicured nails. she was a vain creature and despite her work, never seemed to dirty her immaculate nail beds. she walked without care, a copy of the daily planet in her free hand and her eyes scanning mundane words, predicting every next sentence. it grew tiresome, this world.

and then hot. she hissed, cussed, wiped furiously at her coffee soaked chest and looked up at her attacker ‘ do you have eyes? ’ she snapped, her antisocial tendencies combined with the hot coffee burning her chest leaving the woman crabbier than usual. 

[allhail-thegoblinqueen-blog]

Caring for Each Other || Maddy and Roy

@arsencl

Madelyne was sitting at home after a long day of work, the sun setting outside as she relaxed with a yawn. She was jotting down ideas for work projects and things she had to get done the next day, on a notepad that rested on her swollen stomach. She scribbled words, not thinking much of it when there was a sudden knock at the door. She tugged her throw blanket around herself and stood, setting the pad on the coffee table as she crossed the creaking floorboards to answer the door. Knob turned and she nodded calmly. "Roy! Good to see you, what brings you over?" She paused and shuffled to the side. "Come in." With Scott at work she could use the company.

[fastxr-blog]

Barry was running late, so very, very late for work that he didn’t even notice the person until he’d run squarely into them. His papers went everywhere, folders scattering crime scene photos, reports, both witness and biological, and other testimonies all over the pavement. He himself gets knocked back, falling flat on his rear only to be left shaking his head in frustration at his own ineptitude to pay attention. Papers wound up strewn all over the sidewalk, as the blond looks up with trepidation he meets the eyes of the other. He doesn’t want trouble from whomever he’s just hit, but he also knows he needs to start picking things up before anyone gets too good a look at what he’s just dumped haphazardly for all to see. 

“Oh my... I’m so, so, so, so, so sorry!” he apologizes profusely, scrambling to begin to flip some of the more gruesome images so that the person isn’t forced to see that. Opting for gathering and then sorting later the blond begins to just push everything into a pile, groaning when he realizes a good fifth of the paperwork went into a small puddle. “Please, let me make it up to you. I can uh,” he pauses, noting he’s near broke. “Let me buy you a coffee next week, or something. It won’t be much, but it’s the least I can do?”

[undertheredjason-blog]

Jason raised a hand to his jaw as he moved it side to side. That definitely had been a good punch, he’d give the other guy that bit of credit on that. He’d gotten a little carried away with the attacker, and the bloody spots on his shirt and face proved that. He was thinking on how he actually liked that shirt and how he’d probably have to get rid of it, when he felt eyes on him. The bodyguard turned to the person and pointed to his jaw. “Does it look like it could be dislocated?”