#ruse:starter

[thrcughlincs]

never before has mateo seen the heroes union so... downtrodden. the floors all the way up to the ballroom are infested with police officers and yellow tape, some of the main hallways are completely closed off, and mateo still can’t access his damn office. his father’s office. it’s a bitter reminder that even in his passing, mateo will always be locked out of his father’s life. the thought bitterly subsides as his eyes slide over the rolex watch raúl gifted him when they first met. at least he’s early for his meeting. too early.

mateo heads into the small community cafe on the ground level to occupy his time. as he sips his dark cold brew, the only thing keeping him grounded in this mess, he spots someone familiar. at first he hesitates to make conversation, but he wanders their way and offers a soft smile. if only he had the confidence of his father. “you called in for the police investigation. or come to plant some evidence,” he asks sarcastically, the humor not at all landing. “anything i can do for you as the, uh, acting president of the union, or anything?”

[nickxnovak]

There was a crowd gathering at the foot of a nearby building. Nick moved his way through the mass of people, pushing firmly with his shoulders until he could get a good view of what all the fuss was about. On the rooftop, two people were fighting in open combat. One of them seemed to be able to fly and the other one was hurling fireballs. “Who’s your money on?” He asked the person next to him, more focused on the free entertainment than whatever the fight was about or the possibility of collateral damage. 

[inscnnewcrld]

Sanne had returned to her quiet spot in the park, as she often did as the never ending noise in her head began to wear on her, this time bringing an easel and a pocket full of some of her most mind numbing pills. After an hour or so of erratic painting in the secluded corner of the park one of her dead companions alerts her to a new presence drawing near, Sanne turning almost too quickly to be safe to stare at the newcomer with distaste. With heightened suspicion being placed on her Sanne was being followed in her everyday life and monitored at work, and Raúl wasn’t here anymore to cover up her drug charges  if she got caught with those on her again “Are you spying on me?” 

[tcthepcinte]

Hands buried deep into the pockets of her jacket Ridley could only hope that it hid the violent shaking of her hands as she stood frozen on the sidewalk, staring up at the towering building in front of her. It was the first time she’d been back here since her return to Diamond City months earlier not sure what she would find at her childhood home, which is what had taken her so long to make the journey. Somehow seeing the building encased in scaffolding with all the art deco windows and doors blacked out was worse than anything else she could have imagined, she would have preferred all the other worse case scenarios she had vividly imagined. “Excuse me” She calls to a passerby before she can think about the words slipping from her mouth “do you know what they’re planning to do with this building?”

[annacastillx]

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The police hadn’t spent too much time questioning her, and the ease of it may have had something to do with her own personal connections to them. But despite the relatively painless procedure, she was still left with a sour taste in her mouth as she walked out of the department, pulling her keys out of her pocket. It was hard to believe that the person that she’d centered much of her career around was actually dead, his name marred by the incriminating evidence.

Anna stopped in front of her bike, looking up to see a vaguely familiar face and offering them a wry grin. “Are you here about to get grilled or did you just finish?” she asked.

[kapxw-blog]

“oh, how sweet. roses and letters for valentine’s,” misuk says softly. yes, it’s literally months too late for her to be going over her valentine’s gifts. yes, it's not a good time to be going over them, now that a public figure’s been murdered and tensions are high. the 22-year-old tries her best not to look at the grieving and/or judgemental faces of the people around her. she hears a voice maybe directed towards her, but she’s avoiding the attention.

[kapxw-blog]

when someone came a bit nearer zaki’s invisible form, he was startled back into visibility. “whoa, uh, i swear i wasn’t sneaking up on you or anything,” he said. politely, he stepped considerably farther away from the other. “if anything, you... didn’t see i was there.”