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❝   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐒,   tucked down beneath their shoes.   ❞      it’s a new sensation,   world antihalation.   mark was more keen to alien ships landing,   demanding global takeover.   gun toting weirdos in lizard masks should be a walk in the park,   right?   [ i know that you’re tired of this:   but true souls said you know what’s right. ]   mark holds an arm out in front of his companion,   halting any movement she may make.      ❝   i think you should sit this one out   ---   at least until i unarm them.   ❞

@ymagishi:   song lyric starter call.   accepting.   tiny little robots,   cage the elephants.

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❝   𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐕𝐄,   and hopeful,   and lost.   ❞      the word foolish crosses his mind,   but mark is learning to be kinder to himself.   exasperation coils around the boys ribcage and constricts,   until his heart threatens to burst.   [ people are curious,   mark won’t fault them for it.   he hopes one day the news will stop buzzing about his father. ]   it must have changed you.   she hadn’t said it,   but it was implied.   it’s always implied.   mark does his best to keep any sarcasm from his expression and tone.      ❝   now i’m aware and trapped in my thoughts.   not much different,   i think.   the media makes it seem a lot worse than it really was.   ❞

@ioracle:   song lyric starter call.   accepting.   RIP to my youth,   the neighborhood.

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❝   𝐈'𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄.   ❞      when confined to the ground,   a corned bird will freeze:   mark figures he looks about the same,   hunched over in an alleyway,   taking a moment to even out the ache in his lungs.   [ he thinks he prefers country side missions:   trees are harder to fly into than office buildings.   they hurt more,   too,   recalling several hours spent picking glass out from under his skin. ]   there’s an exasperated laugh that falls from his lips,   though,   as hands pull away from tattered clothes where a bullet ricochet off muscle and his gaze angles toward the alley opening.      ❝   turns out i’m very hard to kill,   though.   ❞

@skunkbrat:   song lyric starter call.   accepting.   hard to kill   ,   by bleached.

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❝   𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄,   but that’s not how it feels.   ❞      sorrow has wrapped itself around his features like vines around an unused light post.   a distant look in eyes as hands sort through weeks of built up mail deliveries.   [ this was a home once:   where life begun,   where life moves on. ]   he keeps himself soft spoken,   warily side eyeing the sleeping figure on the couch:   his mom still refuses to sleep in her bed.      ❝   i hate being here.   after i finish this   [ ... ]   let’s go somewhere else.   ❞

@curseburden:   song lyric starter call.   accepting.   this was a home once,   bad suns.

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❝   𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓.   ❞       a breathless groan is all mark can muster from his spot sprawled out atop the training mats,   arm slung over his ribs,   lips drawn together in a petulant pout.   [ one day he’d learn how to not wind up beaten to a pulp. ]   he lets out a pained chuckle,   just to let the other know he’s okay,   at least.      ❝   okay.   give me a   ---   give me a minute to breath,   here,   then i wanna try that move again.   i want to learn it.   ❞  

@starignite​​​​   /   plotted starter.

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❝   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?   you said you wanted to touch a cloud.   ❞       mark betrays himself with a snort of amusement,   because he knows the girl in his arm’s hadn’t meant she wanted to be all but bodily tossed several hundred feet in the air and left to free fall until being caught.   [ part of him feels bad for startling her,   but most of him is grinning like an idiot. ]   he hopes he lives long enough to tease her further.      ❝   did you not touch it long enough?   i can throw you again.   ❞  

@ymagishi​​   /   plotted starter. 

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❝   𝐔𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇   ...   𝐇𝐈?   ❞       he can already hear cecil blanching through the earpiece:   real smooth,   kid.   very eloquent.   mark hopes his subsequent irritation doesn’t transfer to the lines on his face.   [ mark was never a fan of surprises,   cecil knows this:   he calls it exposure therapy anyway. ]   he tuts his lower lip out and tangles his fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.      ❝   sorry,   i just   ---   well,   no one told me there was going to be another person assigned to this mission,   so i’m a little surprised is all.   who,   uh   [ ... ]   who are you?   ❞      for now mark bides his time rocking back and forth from the heel of his foot to the tips of his toes,   and hopes he hadn’t come across as rude.      /      @zeneath​.   plotted starter.