born to be wild.

“Kinda cool, actually. I’d almost prefer that. Having an army of flies would be useful. There’s a lot in New York. Smother my enemies with them. Pretty cool.” Nat nods. Her eyes follow the girls hand, out to the window. “Easy. That’s a sidewalk. Not pictured is the subway or bikes or cars. People use those all the time. Not everyone is walking. Plus, they haven’t been exposed to Heelys in probably, what, ten years?”

— run faster. she held onto the backpack she wore tightly and looked back ever so often. she had to be sure no was following her. she was able to find an alley to hide in for the time being. artemis removed her mask and looked out to see if anyone had noticed. out of sight. it was empty and she luckily was able to change back and walk out like a normal civilian. elsa turned around to be sure no one was around and ran across the park to shorten the time to get home. a quick text was sent to her older sibling as she picked up her pace. she looked behind her again and as soon as she turned around she collided into someone, backpack sliding off her shoulder. “shit. are you okay?” elsa moved to the backpack first but some of the jewels fell out. her eyes widened as she quickly shoved them into the bag. “i’ll give you a ruby if you tell no one of this.”

@davisms

       ❝  human trafficking isn’t really MY THING, you’ve got nothing to worry about. ❞ vanessa scrunched her nose at the thought, she’d rather stick to beat up other bad guys and taking her money. it was much more her style.  ❝  word from the wise, though, don’t go telling people you’re stoned. THAT’S gonna get you in some shit. how old are you anyways, like 16 ? isn’t it past your bedtime ?  ❞

“Grandma,” she repeats, “I’m only twenty-two. To be a mom, I would’ve had a child at sixteen. Six years later, my own child couldn’t have birthed anything. Not possible.” Nat shakes her head. “Oh, you’re dissing me. Well, you don’t have any real proof that Heelys suck, so can’t say your argument is entirely persuasive.”

the hostility or strangers was tiresome, rose thought to herself as the men shouted around her. it wasn’t like they were accomplishing anything; as though their hurled abuses were going to make her suddenly realize that they had some valid points, after all. all that it did was waste her time. midway through one man shouting that she wasn’t a real american, the others got strangely quiet. after a bit of whispering, he fell silent too. her curiosity was piqued at this point, and she turned to look toward the source of their anxiety. thank god for strangers with cell phones. much like exposing a vampire to sunlight, the presence of the camera seemed to make the men beat a hasty retreat. rose couldn’t help the slight turning up of her lips as she watched them go. good riddance. once they were well away, her attention fell to the girl. “it’d almost be pitiable if they weren’t such idiots about it,” she laughed. “depends. if i say yes, will you get those big sad eyes and ask if i’m alright and whether i need anything?” there were few things that rose hated more than feeling weak and helpless. “because if that were the case, nope- first time it’s ever happened before. otherwise, an annoying amount. what is it about men that age and wanting to shout at strangers?”

       the metal lid of a dumpster clashing against under her boots as vanessa jumped off the building onto it echoed throughout the alley. climbing off of it, vanessa ripped off her mask, the outline of dried blood evident where her mask used to be. tossing her luggage, or rather her spoils of battle ( she’d interrupted quite the lovely drug deal earlier, and had taken the money left over ), over her shoulder, vanessa walked out the alley, waiting for a taxi to flag down. standing on the curb, vanessa notices someone else waiting there too, she turned to them, not caring if they noticed her forming black eye, the night would hide most of it anyway, and the streetlamp would only reveal so little.   ❝ nice night, huh ?  ❞

“so today i found a dead body — again. i’m not sure who the murder is but i have my suspicions as yet again he was an ex-government employee.” rolling his eyes, the dark-haired male took a cigarette and tried to lit it. he had enough of reading other’s minds for the day. right now he wanted to have a conversation without hearing what the other person had to think about him or his actions. “oh s h i t if you’re from the news or something like that, i’m begging you to forget all about it.” thomas would use his mind control to delete this conversation if he had to, but he also had that idiotic principal of not using his powers for unnecessary uses. exactly like this one. 

it was a situation that rose wasn’t unused to. she’d been wandering the park, camera in hand, when a group of older men came up to her. one downside to being one of the most ACTIVE pro-primary advocates on the scene was that most people knew her face by this point- even those who disagreed with her cause. these guys definitely seemed to fall into that category. they were quick to temper, yelling that she was trying to ‘destroy the natural order of things’- whatever that meant. rose chose not to respond. she wore a serene smile and continued taking pictures as though they weren’t even there. it took about thirty minutes for the men to shout themselves h o a r s e . but despite all of their knuckle cracking and fearsome glares, they weren’t likely to take it beyond harsh words in such a public setting. as they stumbled away, grumbling what she imagined were fairly unfriendly words under their breath, rose realized that she was being observed. she smiled lightly, a soft easiness to her expression that perhaps she did not feel deep inside herself. “they seemed fun, huh?” she joked. “sorry about all of that shouting- apparently they didn’t care for me. guess it’s true what they say; the world never runs out of jerks.”

“It’s a shame that Heelys––those sneakers with wheels on them––are virtually non-existant anymore. Sure, they’re sort of ugly, but no one took the time to adapt them and make them look aesthetically pleasing. Think, how much faster everyone would be if they just rolled around everywhere. Instead, we have actual heels and platform shoes––all not practical, really.”

hi !! i’m el, i’m twenty my dumb ass really put timezone instead of age in my app idk how my eyes are that bad but! and davina is a lot cooler than me, so if you’re down to find out more about her and plot, hope these milkshakes bring all ya’ll to my yard