#quietstarter

[donald-j-greene-blog]

Donnie scuffed his feet as he walked up the street, purposely trying to fill the silence of the night with some noise. He hated the quite walks home from work. He always felt like the silence was enough to drown in. It didn't help that he was still in his work uniform. For some reason people always seemed to stare down security guards. He may as well be one of those masked people running around in the middle of the night jumping from building to building. Those people always seemed crazy to him.

Donnie had been so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't realized he walked directly into a strangers path. Just before he bumping into them he looked up. “Shit, sorry there. I wasn't watching where I was going.”

[zhou-sunwei-blog]

Zhou was settled into a small nook, hidden away in the back of a library, history book tucked against zeir knees a zey flip through the pages, absorbing the information from other countries zey had not been to when it had happened. Zey avoided all books on late 1600′s China, and everything about America, since reading what zey already knew was boring. Zey also had quite a few books on myths and legends stacked on the floor beside zem, ready for when zey finished with this one. 

Zey hear someone approach, their footsteps soft on the carpeted floor but zey ignore them, focused on the book until zeir pile of books shakes, someone having bumped into them, almost sending them toppling. Zey hiss and reach out to steady the pile, eyes raising to look at whoever had bumped zeir books, a frown on zeir face. “I’m sorry, is my out of the way pile of books in your way?”

[thesmolestnebula]

Café Nostalgia

Eun had opened a tiny café so xe could have something to do outside of S.I.F.E., but of course it was hard work to manage and xe barely had anytime to xierself. The upside was that xe wasn't getting any older, so xe had all the time in the world to do what xe wants. Walking around in it brought back memories, of xim and Bastian planning to grow old together, which was ironic in many ways. Either way, xe would sit working, running the cash register after one of xier employees had called out for a family emergency. The day was pretty slow though, so there was no point in working too hard, causing xim to sit down on a nearby stool and begin to read one of the books nearby. Sure it looked lazy, but no one wanted to stand all day. And all employees were allowed to sit if they felt like it; it's inhumane to ask people to stand for eight straight hours. Plus someone was going to come in and pick up the shift in a half an hour, so it didn't matter to xim. All xe could think about was Bastion that day for some reason, maybe after this xe would have to go out and see him again. 

[theirishtitan-blog]

For once, New York wasn’t god damn freezing. Sure it had always been cold growing up, England never really got warm, but regardless, just once it was nice for the sun to be shining and it to be above freezing. Mason had to admit that he was lucky, work wasn’t starting for a few hours, everything was perfectly prepped, and as he leaned against the back door of the kitchen, in the filthy alley behind the restaurant, he couldn’t help but enjoy life. 

Dragging down a lungful of smoke, he turned and looked at the person making their way down the alley. Smiling at them he exhaled, trying to be polite and not blowing it in their face. “Fuck off beautiful day that we’re 'aving,” he commented with a smirk, “nice to see the sun for once.”

[zhou-sunwei-blog]

Introductions || Open

Zhou has yet to meet all the members of zeir team. Zey have met most of the people, but a few have still managed to elude zem. So zey take it into zeir own hands to find and follow the various members around, in various forms, mos times that of a small cat, always different colors and types, though still holding the distinct mark of his birthmark that sits on his left haunch in his current cat form. Zey’ve made zeir way through almost the entire facility, only now hitting this more secluded room.

Zey wander zeir way into it, leaping onto one of the tables and sitting at one of the corners, ears twitching and shifting as zey listen to the room. Zey hear someone in the back corner and jump down, padding towards the source of the noise. Whoever it is, zey hope its one of zeir team members, or zey just wasted time searching in this room.

[badbloodbastian-blog]

Target Practice || Open

Bastian was on-site in the underground shooting range. He generally spent an hour or two each day working on various weapons training for himself. As a way to keep current on all the types of equipment the government utilized, improved upon, and introduced to its operatives. Most of the time they released mods or improvements that he liked to test out. He was best with pistols and rifles.

Once before his shift began and once after it ended. His ritual to start and end the day. It gave him focus, and a sort of calm - regardless of what went on. Perhaps it was the soldier in him. Or the tortured man he hardly even recognized anymore.