Running After My Fate

"Locked in your frame feel the strain. Got a crash in my head. Wanted love, wanted fame. Got a flick on my face. Dive for shell, got your Hell. And thoughts you'd never tell. Keep it up, cut me up. Crucifying myself."

[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. 

[undertheredjason-blog]

“For starters, tell me when was the last time someone came into this place. It might as well be years, so an army?” Jason skeptically raised an eyebrow, this was an interesting topic of convesation if he was being honest, even though he himself wasn’t so much into politics-- As ironically as that was. 

[undertheredjason-blog]

“Yeah, yeah.” She grumbled, sliding to the floor, her purple shirt was covered in water, her papers sprawled out, early she got in trouble which was she was on this stupid excursion. And she was being mocked by some stranger. Running her hands through dark hair, Kate huffed. “You don’t gotta do that, I can pick them up.”

Jason raised an eyebrow as he watched the brunette slide to the ground, well that’s a bit dramatic. But he didn’t say anything else and instead just continued to collect the scattered papers. “I know-- It’s called being nice, which isn’t something I often do, so.” with no more explanation Jason placed the small pile of papers he could get and put them on a clean spot next to her. 

[xheroforhirex-blog]

A smallish girl moves quickly through people, she’s impatient, they are moving too slow for her to deal with and she’s taken to shoving in order to get to her destination. She’s mumbling under breath, cursing herself for leaving her bike and walking instead. With full hands and a cup of liquid she’s honestly not paying attention and because of this a small girl dressed in an peculiar purple top runs into door, which in turn makes her papers fly around and her drink spilled on her. “Are you futzing kidding me.”

[undertheredjason-blog]

Jason watched it from afar, almost as if it had been put into slow motion, like one of those crappy movies they played in the theater. If he was being fair, he didn’t know what had been more ridiculous– The girl running into the door, or the fact that she said futzing. Jason simply shook his head, and after a moment crouched down to take some of the papers that fled in his direction. “You got quiet a hit there,” he comment as he handed her the papers. 

[undertheredjason-blog]

“My gatherings don’t include Fight Club, so yes, I’m quite the joy,” Loki responded, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes, I’m perfectly sure you are, the life of the party.” Jason nodded with obvious sarcasm. 

[undertheredjason-blog]

“I exclusively work with contracts signed in blood of course.”

“Right, of course, how could’ve I ever doubted that.”

[esteljune]

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[undertheredjason-blog]

     *.:｡✧ ⋅ ⋆ — zatanna, one to overreact ?? never… though perhaps in this instance she was ?? his jaw certainly didn’t look RIGHT, one could tell with the chisled jawline this man in particular was sporting, it was as though it was carved and as olive digits ran along it ( silently hoping he wasn’t one to flinch at a stranger’s touch ), the magician could FEEL the loosened movement, in a moment of all too common empathy, genuinely feeling quite bad for the man, hopefully it wasn’t too much of hassle to have it checked out by a professional ‘cause even the gods knew, zatanna’s judgement was perhaps not the sturdiest to go by. a devious smile took her lips at his words despite it all, “ well, good on you — might’ve obliterated your wonderful jawline but you caught the bad guy… that’s all that counts, right ?? ” her words had a slight satirical edge, officers were certainly not great friends of hers but this one seemed nice enough. “ stryker’s you say, though ?? doubt he’ll be getting off there for quite sometime and when he does, he’ll come back with one HELL of a horror story i suppose… you don’t happen to know what’ll happen to him do you ?? ”

He had to admit, it felt odd having someone seem worried about him, especially so a stranger.  His brow was furrowed only slightly in that same curiosity as he felt her fingers run along his skin. He wasn’t used to having someone be so close and gentle, so the moment didn’t last long as he, with the same gentleness, reached for her wrist to stall her. “Wouldn’t want you to have blood on your hands now, would we?.” he commented. It wasn’t a lie, as he felt drops of it on his face. His or the attacker? He wasn’t sure, probably both.  Jason’s lips were pulled back now only in a slight grin, still that probably had been the longest he’d done something remotely close to smiling. It probably was because of what she was saying, it was like she understood what he’d always thought. Bad guys don’t deserve to be walking around, so if he could stop them, he would-- No matter what happened to him. “Yeah, he’s probably going to be locked in there for a while. Jumping a Minister is quiet a big deal, so...” he said with a shrug, quiet frankly he didn’t really care what’d happen to the guy. “What about you. though? Do you usually hold conversations with strangers in this kind of situations?” He asked in attempt of a joke. 

[undertheredjason-blog]

❝ I dunno– thought maybe you went and got soft on me all of the sudden, ❞ Roy teased, eyes on the blood that dripped from Jason’s mouth, making sure he really D I D N ’ T spit out any teeth. Sounds of protest from the attacker tore Roy’s eyes away from his face and he frowned severely, watching the raving man being dragged away. ❝ Scared to death, ❞ he played along, watching as the man was shoved in the back of a police car, turning  back to look at the other young man, ❝ Y’know, I’m just not sure what I’d do without you, Todd. ❞

“Not even when I’m buried six feet underground.”  he said with a snort and a light smirk. His eyes followed the almost animalistic sounds coming from the man, Jason honestly felt like he hadn’t done enough to him if he was still trying to fight the officers back. “Probably get punched in the face,” he teased as he wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes never leaving the back of the car as he could look at the man glaring back at him. “You should’ve waited a couple more seconds before pulling me away from him, you know?”

[undertheredjason-blog]

“Here, let me check.” He was more of a pharmacist than an physician, but he did have a fair share of anatomy classes in school. Billy slowly felt the man’s chin and applied a soft amount of pressure to it, looking curiously at the man. “How does this feel?” Billy asked him. Billy then looked down at all of the blood that could potentially ruin the man’s shirt “And I have a shirt in my car if you want to borrow it!”

Jason’s guard was up, so naturally he felt wary when the other guy approached him. “What are you, a doctor?” he asked, only a hint of sarcasm in his tone as he noticed he was quiet young to be a doctor. Maybe a student would be more appropiate if that was the case. “Like I’ve just been punched,” he said almost matter of factly and pulled back only slightly, “it’s fine, this one’s already ruined anyway.”

[undertheredjason-blog]

      STEVE CURVED a grin on his lips ;; maybe, deep down, he was an old man in another life. ❛ ──── PLEASE, i’m still in my twenties── ( liar ), well going into the T H I R T I E S soon. that’s not old though. maybe compared to you. how old are you ?? you look young. ❜

Jason tilted his head to the side, the man wasn’t that much older, still it was like he was at least fifty more. “Does it matter how old I am?” He avoided, though after a moment of silence, he shrugged. “In my twenties,” he repeated what the painter had said earlier, “but not going in the thirties anytime soon.”

[undertheredjason-blog]

“ Probably not, ” she replied truthfully. “ Though, it’s really none of my business, and while I am a curious person, I know when to stay out of it. And you don’t owe anyone an explanation, much less ME of all people. ”

“Oh, well.” he simply shrug, it was amusing to him, though. What’d he said, had actually been true, albeit not in that exact moment. “I know, I know-- To be fair, I’m not exactly giving you any explanations, am I? If that were the case, you’d already know.”

[undertheredjason-blog]

“A contract signed in your own blood? I think I actually like the sound of that.”

“You do? Who knew I’d find the day someone would like me signing with blood. Or is that a thing you usually do?”

[undertheredjason-blog]

Loki looked with distaste at the blood and phlegm puddled at his feet. “You look like raw meat hanging in a butcher’s shop, but if that’s ‘all badass’ to you, then yes, by all means, you certainly look all badass.”

Jason rolled his eyes at the man’s condescending answers, though he found amusement in making him feel disgusted. “You must be a real blast at gatherings.”

[undertheredjason-blog]

WELL can’t win ‘em all. “the fact that i’m a dude isn’t your type, or the fact that that i’m older?” he asked, resting his hand on his chin in thought. “oh! not with me, i guess i must be the special person. that’s what they tell me.” he sighed softly.

“DO you think i could just walk out of a hospital?” he laughed softly, “yeah! right!” he grinned widely, “look, i’m just some terminal cancer patient, i actually got released for the day – they think i only have about a week left. so they just gave me it.” he lied smoothly, without even thinking.

“Probably both,” Jason answered without giving much thought to his answer. “Well that sucks,” he simply said, though in reality he wanted to say how much that sounded like a load of crap, but he didn’t want to get into depth on that so he said nothing else. 

“Right,” he skeptically said, he’d spent his fair time inside hospitals to know how strict they could be, and that’s one of the many reasons on why Jason hated them. “Look-- I’m not going to send you back in if that’s what you’re trying to avoid.” he shrugged, after all, it’d be the patient’s own faut if something bad were to happen. 

[undertheredjason-blog]

“Excuse me if I was distracted by the lovely melange of blood and drool dripping from your gaping maw,” Loki responded, with a shrug. “Of course.”

“Here, and I thought blood and drool were supposed to make me look all badass,” Jason deadpanned, spitting the pooling blood inside his mouth-- He could feel he wasn’t bleeding that much anymore. “Don’t I look it?” 

[undertheredjason-blog]

“ Sounds like a story for someone who asks WAY too many questions. Because obviously you just so happened to land on your face and end up with all that, ” she shrugged, playing along. “It’s definitely one less thing for you to worry about. So you’re welcome. ”

“Would you believe me if I told you that actually happened? To a kid I once knew, except it was worse because this one broke his nose.” The corner of Jason’s lips lifted slightly as he amusedly snorted, “i’m flattered, really.” 

[radiocayliana]

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