#travis 01

[lxfemmerouge]

@suplex51​ ​🚨

How is it that the police in this city are so unorganized, but they always manage to catch her mid-caper? Another afternoon spent running from law enforcement... you’d think they’d give her a break one of these days.

Carmen rounds a corner, skidding to a halt near some tables outside a cafe. Oh! There’s a familiar face. And luckily, it looks like someone who won’t be startled if she makes a sudden dramatic entrance.

“Hey! Travis, right? This seat taken?” She doesn’t wait for permission, sliding into the chair across from him and picking up a menu to hide her face.

(Don’t notice the sirens, please don’t notice the sirens.)

[inv1s]

         Squinting her eyes at @suplex51​​ with disbelief written all over her face, Violet’s obviously not buying his crap. This random guy suddenly started spewing nonsense at her, granted it was probably her fault for provoking him in the first place, but still...    

         “You’re kidding right? How could an old guy like you know anything about what’s cool? Then tell me, what’s the coolest thing you’ve ever done?”

[ki-0011-blog]

It was quieter, now.

Finally.

Kyouka had found some place that wasn’t thrumming with noise and faces she didn’t recognize. She’d found a part of this ward that was relatively quiet- somewhere she could try to collect her pitifully scattered thoughts. This wasn’t a familiar city, not at all. Nothing about this struck her as familiar, in fact. Everything was abnormal. Was she on earth?

Somewhere completely new?

She’d dabbled with the possibility of aliens existing... had she somehow been abducted? Could aliens even abduct people from laboratories?

Her brows knitted together and a small sigh of frustration escaped her. More annoying than this unfamiliar place? That feeling of memories looming just beneath the surface that were far enough from her grasp that she couldn’t reach them. Clearly, she was forgetting things. A lot of things.

It didn’t take a genius to know that. Or maybe it did. Who knows?

Certainly not that guy with the beam katana, as cool as it looked.

@suplex51

[deviileye-blog]

the scene swirls around, like hazy neon lights swaying across a pitch black endlessness. eventually the images settle to a scene, but the haze never truly settles, not even when he notices he’s not alone. a stranger-- near-stranger? he’s definitely seen this guy around before-- sits beside him. whether his head was pounding as badly as akira’s was, was anybody’s guess. the pounding music and lights and drug-laced smoke in the air was enough to send anyone into a daze. 

he can barely form a sentence-- he knows this place and it stuns him without words to simply remember it. “...here? why... i thought...”

he feels different, and it’s not just the drugs. it’s himself as a whole, is different than what he had been only minutes before. it was like that night all over again, but...  “what are you doing here?”

@suplex51

[clarexflannery]

Closed: @trcvis

Location: Four Leaf Pub

"You look like a sane person. Please tell me you're a sane person," she said as she tried to keep her face happy. A dude did not get the hint that she was not interested. Fibbing that she had a boyfriend, she found this vacant seat across this brunette.

[dysastral-blog]

﴾ ☄ ﴿ — .   “It’s hotter than the fucking sun out here. Do any of these shops sell water for a price less than my first born son? C’mon!”