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@invizzies
It's Courtney, bitch.

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You know I never meant to cut you off Got phantom feelings I can never stop Stranger things to worry 'bout I know But I'm so scared that I'll end up I'll end up, I'll end up alone I can't see myself in the mirror Does that mean I'm not really here? I'm losin' touch with everything I know And I'm so scared that I'll end up I'll end up, I'll end up alone You know I'm like a ghost Sometimes I have to fade And it haunts me that I have to be this way You say it's gone cold I say I'll do better But I always seem to disappear again
hate when men have big beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow . shut the fuck up
where is my tall brown haired dream boy and is he thinking of me
"Holy shit, someone put Viagra in the water supply or something? I don't remember an orgy listed on the office event calendar."

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is that you , @invizzies .. . . .
Who the fuck is taking these pictures?
I see red My blood is boiling and it shows When all you are is a weapon You shoot 'em down 'til you end up alone I seem fine But I can't take the highs and the lows All I am is a weapon I shoot 'em down 'til I end up alone
The shadows had been watching her since last nights little visit, Invisigal wasn't the only phantom in the room. Both of them had their own methods of course. But in this room he was performing a different art, he had broken into her little hide out, just to let her know he could find her. Taking the padlock was unnecessary, he did so to send a message, every single action he made was to articulate todays meeting.
His eyes move first, lock onto hers and then a subtle twist of his head to face her proper. His whole body relaxed, this too was for show, if he appeared relaxed, then so should she... maybe. He sat behind a dark stained desk with a single overhead lamplight over him, perfectly illuminating his features ,casting shadows over the rest of the room. The focus should be on him, it was here he would not hide and in fact, it was here he could offer himself as a friend... for the right price of course.
"Invisigal... you received my message" He says with all the familiarity of a true Charlton, offering a friendly smile and gesturing to the chair in front of him, knowing full well she would probably be faster to jump out a window than take the seat, it didn't matter, he had to appear friendly regardless.
"It is good to finally see you, I was beginning to worry you would continue to hide away... which is a shame, considering you've proven yourself to be quite... useful".
A dark gaze casts itself along what little of the interior she could see without fully taking the invitation into the cage. This wolf was quite used to the lead by now. She knows better. Or so she tells herself.
Yet from first glance there are no moving shadows, no odd placement of furniture, and no immediate threat looming. The mask will stay on though. If she needs to run, she will. If she needs to vanish, that was as simple as closing her throat.
So, she takes a step inward, eyes narrowing with the words spoken. Wasn’t hard to know how a co-star was delivering lines off script when you knew it front to back. And she fucking hates how everyone delivers the same line in different ways.
Brown eyes dart to the chair. She doesn’t take it. In fact, her gloved hands grasp the back and move it out of the way entirely so she could stand tall, staring down at him. The light above made it feel like an interrogation, but Invisigal still wasn’t sure who was taking what role in the scene. She only knows how the flare of frustration within her spawns from the prickle she feels upon hearing that fucking word again though.
Useful.
The last fucker who said that was six feet under. Should she make it a habit?
“Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint a fan.” It slides from her throat like a hiss. The glare is unmistakable, but it cools, curiosity and plain desperation get the better of her. If she was going to get tailed by someone new, then it’d be best to know just what sort of devil was trying to get into bed with her now.
“I have to say. I’m sort of surprised I still have any fans, given my reputation for how hard I am to work with.” Her middle finger drags itself along the edge of the desk before stopping upright like the fucking Excalibur of fuck yous. “It makes a girl curious, even feel special. Mind filling me in on just how useful I am to you?”
She had a few ideas. The mask she stowed and hid away before coming here being the most likely. What she could do, coming in a pretty close second. Everyone liked to have a ghost in the room for posterity after all. And she was feeling just desperate enough to hear the excuse for why.
A mental roll-a-dex of whom she'd have to call, took up most of Blonde Blazer's headspace, names and faces of 'people' she'd have to grab before they filmed tonight's late night news coverage. Knew she still had to convince Invisigal to go through with a public apology at least to the jewelry store owners. One step at a time though.
No one liked humble pie, but Blazer was no stranger to the taste. If Invisigal was serious about being a hero, she'd have to get used to choking it down too. A learning experience. There we go, positive spin like always.
"I have no idea what a latte size has to do with this, but I'm sure the quote is inspirational... in some circles." No remarks to be had about being called 'bitch' in the affectionate.
Those diamonds were gorgeous, she was only human after all. Maybe some magpie thrown in there too since blue eyes did glimmer along with the sparkling diamonds.
Why did such a 'small mom and pop's' jewelry store have such a nice and expensive piece? Engagement rings, understandable. A few tennis bracelets or fancy watches, sure. This necklace looked almost like it belonged to some deposed royal family.
Not the time to think about that...
"I'm glad you thought about me, but..." Blazer stared at the pretty dew-drop sized diamonds, how the delicate silver netting holding it together looked, then abruptly turned her head, as if openly gazing at it was akin to stealing.
"Even if you bought it out right, I couldn't accept it. Company policy. I can't accept gifts over a certain amount. None of us can" a shrug of her shoulders, "Bit like cops in that respect. It'd be considered bribery or at the very least conflict of interest."
It is very pretty though...
"Now, about those news interviews I did. We can contact the jewelry store first. We'll let them know you had the necklace, honest mistake...hopefully they won't press charges."
Holy. Shit.
Visi still felt herself reeling from the absurdity of referring to a famous pop star as something you’d pick up from Starbucks. Enough in the know to jump on the Grande but not enough to pick the Ariana from a line up?
It was baffling. Visi was fucking baffled. “There’s just no way you don’t know who Ariana Grande is! She’s like a famous superhero!” Visi stopped herself, caramel eyes rolling along her lids before landing back on Blazer, a consensus reached. “—Or villain. I guess it depends on your perspective.”
It’s clear, however, Blazer was not paying any attention to what the ex-villainess had to say. She, like the good girl scout, was probably thinking about the mess that she was being forced to clean up.
Ugh. Just her luck. A girl can’t even do something nice these days. Yeah, in hindsight Invisigal probably should have guessed that a Hero wouldn’t like a gift if it was stolen. No matter how much it wouldn’t be missed outside of some fucker’s spreadsheet.
Visi just has to shrug though. She can’t defend herself, no point in trying. At this point it was just… conversation. “That’s why I gave it to you after I clocked out.” This is delivered with all the glamor of her brand of sarcasm only missing the bratty duh placed right at the end.
But the attitude left her with the next sigh. “Alright, alright. Look, I get it. I’ll-“ The pause was brief but long enough for her eyes to train back towards the Blonde, deflated. “I’ll say sorry to some rich old guys for you. Just tell them you had no idea. It was all me.” This is true, even if it felt like she was signing her own death warrant with all the attention she was getting. “And… I’ll find a better way to give you gifts from now on.”
Dead small prey was probably off the table too huh, based on how everyone seemed to act over some stupid diamond lost in a robbery. Tch. Bet the insurance policy was paying nicely too. Fuckin’ crooks.
“So…” Visi forced her eyes away again, needing to keep some level of dignity here. Refolding herself in the arms of her own comfort she focuses her gaze to the corner of the other’s desk and holds that… for as long as her attention span would allow. “Who do I need to beg and plead to first for ya?”
@everymanhero - Stapler in your pocket?
Pause.
Caramel eyes bounce between the stapler and his face, eyes growing wider, but just ever so momentarily. Because with the next, her mouth is wide. A laugh, straight from the belly at that, shakes her core.
“Dude, you actually had a stapler in your pocket?” A careful finger runs just under her right eye, swiping away a single tear of enjoyment without smudging the makeup. “Aren’t you supposed to like start at the pocket protector first? Pfft, Nerd.”
Is there a way to insult someone endearingly? She sees it all the time in movies and on TV. People didn’t tend to take her comments as jokes though, most of the time anyway. What was up with that?
“Oh, oh! Wait, wait!” Her body lurches forward in a step, hand placed on his shoulder, leaning in real close like they had their own secret club. They did. Or she so hopes.
“What if… we do steal his Stapler though. The perfect crime yeah? He’ll, like, never see it coming.” Plus, in her own way, maybe just maybe she could assist her poor little dispatcher in returning the favor of the previously set up bit made at his expense. Nothing got the message across like showing you aren’t above retaliation!
Mmmmm, on second thought, as she turns over the plan in her own head, she’s less convinced it won’t just cause an escalation. But damn everyone, if a girl can’t commit. Shit! Today was boring as fuck anyway! “I could do it reeaaaal quick on break if you want.”

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@everymanhero - Boner Zoner?
A sly smile slithers up one side of her face, quite proud of herself for that particular nickname. The stupid jackass earned it. No one takes him seriously anyway.
She tries not to convey too much admittance when she tilts her head back towards her dispatcher but he was spot on in seeing through her. At least about this. And it's more fun to be in on it, isn't it?
"That would be highly inappropriate, Robert. Especially since we're still clocked in. But since you brought it up..." Leading with her shoulder, Visi slithers into a proximity a little too past professional. If that is even a thing in this fucking place.
"You can whisper what you think of me in my ear. Off the record." Caramel eyes sharpen, devious and quite frankly, a bit famished. "Your secret is safe with me."
And she is sorry that she is lying.
Shut your mouth, you make me sick with All the lies, all the lies that you spill Slip and fall, I'll watch you drown in All the lies, all the lies that you spill As you're tongue-tied, did you believe it? False pride never existed Now I am cutting ties clean off And I can breathe at last So we all stand enthralled by this bland curtain call And the truth we pursue as we all, we all beg you to Kill the lights, kill the actor, kill the actress!
@torrancetribune - Enshrouded; Invisible Guest Theory
There is no doubt about it in Invisigal’s mind. Tonight has been nothing less than an indicator that the pressing need to figure out a solution for her situation is paramount. She nearly fell asleep while in her veil of invisibility, waiting for the right moment to steal more food and common supplies.
She was more akin to a rat than a wolf these last few weeks, constantly on the run from authorities, dodging waves of villains all looking for that prized piece of Shroud tech. The mask. The keys to the fucking kingdom.
About now she is regretting even taking the thing. But she wanted to make a point. The point however is not something that is withstanding time well. Not without direction. Not without a plan. Of which she has zip. The only thing she has is a basket of wild emotions with no outlet.
Another reason this is all maddening. Visi lost track of how often she hosts fake conversations in her head with Robert or Blazer or any of the other Z-Team members. Angry, defensive, petty, regretful. She goes through all of them in isolation before sleep wins out. And that too is a challenge when every noise made her jump.
Great fucking going, Court. You’re really in it now.
Vis opens her mouth, sucking in sweet air to relieve the pressure on her lungs, consciously allowing herself to return to the living right in front of the old, abandoned warehouse she calls home. For now, anyway.
Standing under the shade of light cast from the single lamp above the door she stops. Blood runs cold when she notices the padlock she had previously stolen and placed there was missing.
Instinctively the light around her shimmers before removing her presence from sight. Once more under her veil, hand already tightly grasping the handle of the knife under her jacket. Briefly she thinks about running, but that would mean abandoning all of her meager possessions. A dire state to be in given her circumstances. A lesson she knows from experience further down the timeline of her youth.
Stage fright was a hell of a thing, but the Starlet takes the next step anyway. The warehouse seems empty save for her things on the far side. Illuminated only by the light of her open laptop pointing to the wall. Clippings of newspapers and articles cover the metal foundation, all of which report on a singular subject.
Invisigal.
Crime statistics climbing, violence breaking out into the streets between rival gangs fighting for power in the absence of a king, then there’s the SDN and the coming sanctions.
She did that.
The actress shuffles closer, steps heavy with dread despite the space continuing to remain unassuming. Minutes pass before she becomes comfortable enough to allow an exit from her veil of shadows. But the mystery remained and she isn't so stupid as to not understand that a deeper meaning is at play. So, her caramel eyes scan for patterns. Until they land on a headline from the Torrance Tribune, Invisigal: Supervillain or Whistleblower?
What a load a shit! And she can’t even help the snort and snarl that contorts her features while stepping from the shadows and into the light. Turning to the laptop which sits still aglow before going on standby, a notepad file sat open with an address and a single question. Single word. Concise.
Interview?
The wolf’s eyes narrow with understanding. Gazing over her shoulder back towards the door with a glare, the laptop finally goes dark and the room along with it. That left just the weak hazy glow of red from her mask. But with a conscious effort, the breathing stops and so does any sense of light.
Courtney contemplates running and not looking back. Maybe make her way up to Seattle. But she never really enjoyed the rain much. Besides she had managed to steel her nerves for long enough to make her way to this rental office building within the busy heart of Downtown. No point in stopping now. At least not until she got a better idea of who left her such a nice, totally normal, message.
Visi tries to ignore the feeling that she is about to walk into Patrick Bateman’s lair but as always, she breathes life into her posturing and suddenly the beast inside is quite incentivized to run wild. If needed.
Make way for the lead actress. She moves to take the stage, weaving through the bunch leaving the front door for the clock-out rush. If only she knew what sort of movie this even is.
A few minutes of orienting herself on the map in the lobby later and she’s up on her way to the seventh floor. Took about seven minutes too. But she doubts she’s heading towards heaven. Probably something closer to purgatory. Limbo. Because that’s where she is when she rounds the corner of the hallway and stops right at the designated door.
Orientation Room: F-66
Hand pauses on the handle, trying a light turn once. Not locked. Not that she really expects it to be with an invitation all but handed directly to her. She swings the door open, a poltergeist within the building before the allowance of oxygen makes her form split visible spectrum and reappear for the scene. "Knock, knock! I'm here for my press junket!"
//Upon deeper reflection I will probably write more Enshrouded piece drabbles throughout the timeline of dispatch for moments I feel need to be highlighted for the AU. Kind of like how I wrote The Bad Apple and my interpretation of how she ended up in the SDN. Definitely think the very end needs a rewrite for my Enshrouded Visi just to get her POV. Maybe some moments with Robert to. Idk.
I'm still keeping my point system for you guys LMAO
* WHAT KIND OF C▒NNIBALISM ARE YOU ?
romantic
eating others as a metaphor for love, desire and devotion. a love that is so strong it is destructive. you are a desperate person. you believe in love at first sight. you believe in soul mates. you believed in magic until you were probably a bit too old. you tend to be obsessive. you long for connection, and all though you have friends, you feel that none of them truly understand you. you wish to devote yourself to another person, as you feel you are not enough in yourself.
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Baby's got no chance, so unlucky with romance Throw it up with your hands Just keep rockin' it, rockin' it, yeah K-Kiss it goodbye (Mwah) I'm speeding up, I can't stop here, yeah You're so pathetic, on the run Are you giving in? The chase is done, what a hypocrite This isn't fun but we never quit It's all the same
Comin' out of my cage and I've been doin' just fine!