My Heart Is Open

Leona Craig - 26 - Costumer/Seamstress

[agent-maxporter]

Run!

[agent-maxporter]

“Clearly.” Max just shook his head as he continued to try and usher people away from the Originals. He knew it was going to be a long shot but the more people they could keep out of their clutches, the better.

“So they’re getting humans to do their dirty work now?” He wanted to say something about being outsmarted with their shield but he left it at that, not knowing who might be listening in. The last thing he needed to was somehouw personally offend any of them. 

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

She lost sight of him for a brief moment as she helped more people, directing them in the general direction of where the Original territory was. Leona tried to help whoever she came across, but if they looked younger than her, if they looked especially lost and terrified, she doubled her efforts.

Leona saw him again and something in her mind clicked, bringing back memories of the Abby burning down and this guy standing there, accusing her of drinking the Kool Aid. “There’s no dirty work going on right now. We’re just trying to help keep people safe. And keep you guys from blowing stuff up like last time.”

[myersandbriggs]

The Ability to Inspire

The most prevalent attribute of ESFPs is their natural charisma. It emerges innately. When they’re exposed to other people, this charisma emanates from them, making others feel better in their company. ESFPs are quick to encourage and motivate other people, inspiring them to accomplish tasks that may otherwise seem insurmountable. As a result, they’re well-liked by others and are often asked to join or contribute to team efforts.

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

Falling For You

[andrea-clark]

“Oh, it’s alright.” It was a stressful time for everyone. Just being called a walnut was probably going to be the least of her troubles today. Andrea was hoping just to keep her head above water.

“No.” Andrea cleared her throat. “Uh, not really.” Was anyone ok right now? Maybe the Originals. They always seemed to come out on top lately.  “It’s not a good time to be human and I’m not exactly a fighter, you know?” Andrea looked around then back at Leona. “Are you ok?”

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

“Gotta be on the safe side. People can get all butt hurt about being called various legumes,” she said before pausing, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Wait, those are beans,” she said, her mind focusing on unrelated subjects as the sounds of fighting grew louder around them. 

“Right. Stupid question,” she said with a hard sigh, peering around them again. She couldn’t help but move a step closer to Andrea, her instincts telling her that there might be safety in numbers. Hearing the question, she let out a shaky laugh and shook her head. “I’m more of a lover, not a fighter. I just wanted to help. It’s pretty much all I can do as a human.”

[krystenritter]

[agent-maxporter]

Run!

[agent-maxporter]

Max tried to usher the people around him toward the building with the transportation pads the Resistance had set up, not knowing that they had been turned off after they had sprung the Second Gen from their territory. It wouldn’t be long before all the Original’s little warriors were past the shield and things turned even further toward the worst. At least the Originals themselves couldn’t get inside. 

When he turned back around to see if there was anyone else that needed help he spotted a familiar face. If memory served she was a human, a civilian in this war they were fighting and yet there she was in the thick of things. “You shouldn’t be here.” He said as she got closer.

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

Earlier when they had been explaining what she was supposed to be doing, it had seemed a lot easier than what she was doing now. How in the world had she fooled herself into thinking this was something she could handle? Okay, no she had to keep herself from thinking like this. She was a strong, capable woman who didn’t need a man. She could deal with a mob of frightened people. 

As she moved through the fleeing crowd, trying to pinpoint the ones she could help escape the madness. That was when she heard a voice speaking to her and she turned her head, wondering what he could mean by that. Who really belonged here in this fighting in the first place? “Here? I guess my GPS got me off course,” she said, looking more closely at him since he seemed familiar to her.

[thelovewhisperer]

One day, it all catches up with you. Every ended relationship, every tear shed, every broken heart. You pick up the pieces, you brush them off and you put them back together, only each time you need a little more glue. Then just like that, glue’s not enough anymore. The cracks, the holes, the shattered dreams? They’re a part of you. Try as you might, you can’t fix what’s been broken, and you can’t mend what’s been torn.

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[dailymarvelqueens]

[hadleyrenaldt-blog]

   Hadley had her gun cocked and aimed at the woman before her, urging the woman to    put up her hands only ‘til Hadley was certain that the woman was truly affiliated with t-    he Originals. She couldn’t be sure. They all knew how coercive Resistance fighters w-    ere, and Hadley wasn’t about to be made a fool of. Or be taken off guard.     Acknowledging the woman’s name with a simple glance, Hadley advanced towards L-    eona to check her for weapons, or I.D… The gun was still pointed at the woman as H-    adley’s hand smoothed do the woman’s sides and pocketed areas. Truth be told, the w-    oman’s face was vaguely familiar, she just needed to be absolutely certain.     “– -You need to be more careful, skulking around like that.” Hadley took a step out of     Leona’s personal space, still eyeing her with some suspicion. “I could have shot you.”

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

Her eyes stayed trained on the gun pointed at her, fervently wishing this would be the last time it would happen but highly doubting it. It looked as if this woman wasn’t about to take any chances when it came to who Leona really was. How she was going to prove her identity, she had no idea. All of the Second Generations and Originals that knew her where in other areas. And helping refugees wasn’t exactly an adventure that required her to bring a bag and wallet around.

Leona couldn’t help but stiffen as the gun came even closer, though she let the woman do what she needed to do. She sighed in relief when she took a step away from her, shrugging sheepishly at her words. “I didn’t really get all the fancy training the Second Gen got, so skulking’s all I got. I’m pretty handy with a plunger, though,” she said, recalling how a plunger had been her only accessible ‘weapon’ during one of the raids.

“I’m glad you didn’t. I’m not looking for any new holes to be made in my body,” she said, trying to crack a joke even as she watched the gun.

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

Falling For You

[andrea-clark]

Andrea couldn’t take it anymore. The frontlines were no place for her even with her ability. It wasn’t fear she felt; at least not fear of dying. Her power was too uncontrollable to use without hurting many people, especially in this kind of situation. 

As she fled lower Manhattan she went from a casual walk to a full on sprint. The noises behind her were getting louder and louder. There was no mistaking what that sound was. Andrea had heard it before when the city’s power was originally shut down. People were being slaughtered in the streets. Again. And all she wanted was to get away. Which was probably why she didn’t see the woman until she was on top of her, crashing into Leona’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she called out frantically, spinning and falling until a hand reached out to help her. “Thank you. I–I’m sorry.”

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

Maybe it was her own frame of mind projecting out on her, but she seemed frightened to Leona. Which made no sense to here because she was at least mostly sure that Andrea had powers. “Hey, no, it’s cool. Sorry about the, you know, the walnut comment,” she said, helping to steady the woman until she was on her own two feet again. 

She couldn’t help but look back in the direction Andrea had run from, a nervous frown showing as she wondered what she had been running from. Wouldn’t she be helping the others to fight? Or had Leona mixed everything up? It’s not like she had been given the full disclosure master plan after all...”Is everything alright?” she asked, looking back to her as she tucked her hair behind her right ear in a nervous gesture. “What’s happened?”

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

Falling For You

There was a shift in the air around her. The atmosphere seemed to have taken on a different mood and even they way the yells and fighting sounded as they surrounded her seemed to be different. Something had happened during all this chaos, but what was it? She had stopped still when she had picked up on this sense of change, but she was propelled forward as someone crashed into her left shoulder. “Hey! Watch it, you stupid walnut!” 

Her words were cut short abruptly as she noticed that the person who bumped into her was actually falling, having tripped on a pothole in the street as they ran. She reached out, her arms involuntarily moving to help the other before they actually fell to the ground.

[hadleyrenaldt-blog]

   Like modern day legionaries, they swarmed Lower Manhattan like a previously shaken    hornets nest. Use of force was not optional. During the build up to the invasion, Hadley    had slipped into a state of numbness because she did not want the capability of feeling    for this task. Some small part of her, in the very recesses of her mind, disliked what was    happening, but for however aware she was of the tiny voice, it was not enough to over-    power what loyalty she felt for the Originals.     Steel capped boots hit the ground at a steady, determined pace, alongside several ot-    hers who had come with her. They were on the tail of someone running in the opposite    direction, but eventually Hadley stopped, motioning for the few others with her to split    up and scour the several directions this runner could have taken– - something stirred    to her right and she turned on her heels, eyes searching the shadows. “Who’s there?”    She wanted to say ‘I don’t want to hurt you’, but she would if she had to.

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

For a few seconds when the fighting had first started and she had been separated by the rest of those who were trying to help the refugees, she considered just hiding out in one of the alleys branching off everywhere. But Leona knew she couldn’t do that, couldn’t hide away while others needed help. And hadn’t she vowed to be tougher, to be more like the women she associated with? Natalie, Rachel, Melody...Well, that sure wasn’t helping her keep strong.

But she pushed those thoughts from her mind, trying to focus on those she was supposed to help. And try not to focus on how she felt like screaming or how it seemed as if she was having more nightmares than dreams or-Her thoughts jolted to a stop when someone addressed her. “It’s me!” she said, immediately realizing how stupid that sounded when she realized she had never met this woman. But...her face looked familiar and Leona could have sworn she’d seen her walking around Original territory freely. Whether that meant she was an Original herself, or just a human or Second Gen, that still meant they must be on the same side. “I’m Leona. I’m, um, trying to hep, with the refugees.”

[agent-maxporter]

Run!

They should have been ready for something like this. Evan had been preparing them for the day that it happened but that did’t make it any better. They had far too many untrained civilians to try and keep some sort of order while defending their home. Max knew it was only a matter of time before chaos consumed the whole of Lower Manhattan so there was only one thing he could say to the people that were looking to him for help or guidance. “Run!” He shouted to the woman when he spotted a group walking right through what should have been their defensive line.

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

Once more people were running scared. Tearing through the streets while Originals, Second Generation, humans and everything in between fought all around them. All of the battles and skirmishes was honestly starting to blur together in Leona’s head, the constant fighting creating a background to her life where the times of calm and peace were rare oasis. Maybe she was overreacting as usual or maybe she wasn’t, but did it really matter at this point?

The only thing she had to do now was to help the vulnerable and defenseless into safer, more Original owned, territories. Oh, and stay alive. That would be preferable. She dodged out of the way of a flying hunk of metal scrap turned missile, hardly noticing the man near her yelling for everyone to run. People were already running and his yell blended almost perfectly with the others.

[voice-symphony]

With the task of taking care of the Abbey still in his hands, Ivan knew he had to get everything done. It was all coming together, truly, but he was driving himself insane with the preparations and having it nearly finished. What didn’t help was the fact that Natalie was missing. And, despite their immense differences and hostility towards one another, he couldn’t help but worry about her well-being. With furrowed brows, he finally found himself walking on the sidewalk while wondering what he should do at this point in time.

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

It’d been hard to get her best friend out of his rut. Everyone who knew Ivan was well aware of how much of a workaholic he was. Leona was the one who could easily get him out of it, but it would take more than just her talking to him. With her 3D printer, there was something she could easily make for him that would get his stupid nose out of the papers and architecture and following her like Toucan Sam. She really did miss Froot Loops. With the food-bribe made and her already running ahead of him since she passed him up, she laughed so he could see that she wasn’t going to pester him about holing himself away again. “Use that massive honker of yours and follow me!”

[livinglifeafterdeath]

Ramen // LaCraig

@whenaman-lovesawoman

“I found a book in a library and it’s on ramen noodle recipes!”

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

“Really? Is it like one of those college-friendly cookbooks that students eat to save cash for Burning Man?”

[alexanderhayes]

“I figured the Originals could do a little better.”

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

“They probably could. Apps don’t really stand a chance to people who can fly or open doors with their minds. I guess it’s just nice thinking of how it used to be, even if it’s thinking of something annoying like that.”

[voice-symphony]

One More Time // Open

Ivan stood outside of the Abbey, it’s structure coming together right in front of his eyes. He wasn’t smiling, no. He was concentrating rather hard on the whole situation. What if it gets burned down again? What if he goes out like Finn had? Running a hand through his dark locks, he sighed heavily before looking over to his left. “It’ll be done before summer comes. I just know it.”

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

Leona could hardly believe her eyes. In front of her, the Abbey was coming back together as if a mob hadn’t torn it apart in the first place. It was almost too good to believe, which is why it took her a long moment to speak even after Ivan’s voice had faded away. “We can go all cliche and make the first play ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’,” she suggested, shaking her head slowly as her mind played tricks on her. Even as she looked out to the new Abbey, she couldn’t help but see how the theater had looked falling down in the midst of fiery explosions.

[alexanderhayes]

“You know what I need on this thing?” Alex looked down at his tablet and frowned. “A weather app.”

[whenaman-lovesawoman]

“A weather app? So it can tell you that it’s sunny even though it’s raining? You can only trust those weather apps just slightly more than actual weather people.”