i’ve been bamboozled!

After listening closely, Wren nodded, realizing he would more than likely be searching for a bit. His attention reverted to the box to the side of him now, attempting to pick up where he had left off. “Heavy metal is always a good option,” his voice had more of a matter-of-fact tone to it, “so are you going strictly for heavy metal, or you open to some rock stuff, too? I know for a fact we’ve got Blink-182 over there somewhere.” Rock and alternative were his preferred genres, but he did begin to dabble in a bit of it all by working at the store.

“I’ll tell you that I’m open to all sorts of ideas. Rock is something I’m open to if you have some suggestions.” Jason doesn’t listen to a lot of blink-182, but he enjoys what he hears when it’s on. He continues to flip through the sections, pulling out a Mastodon record to add to his growing collection as well. He moves over to the section that’s more Rock oriented. “Who’s your favorite artist?” He asks to make some more small talk. 

Looking through the new releases that had arrived, Wren tried arranging the box in alphabetical order so that it would be easier to stock once he went back to the all too familiar rows of already stocked records. Every week, he never failed to be intrigued and amazed by the amount of records that would come in from every genre. Nirvana’s Nevermind album played throughout the store, a bit louder than usual but still within an acceptable volume for a public location. Eventually, he would get around to playing a new release playlist, but it seemed pointless to rush to music that most people hadn’t even listened to for the first time yet. There was time - for now, his own musical interests would take over. Hearing the front door open, his attention shifted. “Hey, welcome to A Sound Purchase. Looking for anything specific?”

Jason steps into the record store, hands starting to look through some of the stacks. “I’m just looking for something, not sure what yet. I’m thinking eighties or nineties — need a new selection to cycle through at home.” He says as he pulls out an old Megadeth record. “This is a good one. Rust in Peace is a favorite.” He confesses as he puts it under his arm as he keeps looking.

ok so maybe he’s not supposed to be in here, but … he’s never used a real bow and arrow (well, not extensively. there was that one time he tried to learn in preparation for the idol star athletic championships, but…) and he’s kind of curious. he uses one made from his energy while he’s hwall, but obviously that doesn’t compare to a real bow and arrow. especially with draw weights, he’s never done that. so he gingerly fiddles with the strings of some practice bows, before sighing and taking his place in front of a target, empty handed.

his hands glow softly, a lilac energy emerging, before he raises his arms and a bow and arrow appears in his hands. his form isn’t perfect - but when he looses the fake arrow, it lands nicely in the center ring of the target. and dissipates into the air. and for the next hour, this repeats, the easiness of the motions bringing him peace and calm.

Jason leans against the wall watching the kid practice the archery. He has never learned that particular skill, never to an expert level at least. Did he know how to use a bow? Yes, but beyond that he prefers a gun or his sword. Archery just reminds him of his best friend Roy — which makes him wonder where he is these days.

“well shit, yeah, that sounds like a time,” she whistles a moment, even letting out a light chuckle. it was clear the woman was at least partially used to horrific images like that, “for me?” she pauses a moment before continuing, “this one lawyer. i was 17 and beat up some guy who decided that him and some friends were gunna come onto me and mine. 17 year old girl with enhanced strength versus some frat boy creep? he’s still in a coma. but that fuckin’ lawyer… that cabrón, called me a monster. racist piece of trash,” she shakes her head, blinking away a memory, “yeah, i’d give him a piece of karma if I could.”

❛  so i was pulling out of my parking spot earlier today ,  and was stopped out of nowhere by a cop . said i was driving recklessly or something . ❜ portia shook her head , taking a sip from her drink .  ❛  i’m starting to think he just has a problem with woman . especially ones behind the wheel . ❜

“Fuck him, fuck cops in general. The only one I trust is my oldest child.” Jason says shamelessly as he makes a vague hand gesture with his hands. He just knows there’s too many dirty cops out there in the world.

“i..- i didn’t mean to hurt you,” she didn’t actually know if she had. anyone else might’ve made a fuss as the blast collided with them. jason just seemed to be taken aback and mildly inconvenienced. “are you… okay?” he seemed well enough to be offering her help, but she hesitated even before she added, “i don’t want you to, like, bleed out or anything, if i say yeah…”

“I’ll add you to the list of many.” Since was in college, Theora had existed in spaces where sleep got in the way. From pre-med programs to superhero circles to residency to her medical career, too many people she knew disregarded sleep. She looked around. “I’d say we did a pretty decent job here.”

well, he was certainly piquing her curiosity. ava would have been the first to admit that someone who is not a traditional hero would be someone she got along with. good and bad was never black and white, the young woman knew this all too well, “ain’t that the fuckin’ story of my life,” she sighs wryly, though with good humor, “yeah, i get that,” she pauses a moment, quirking an eyebrow, unsure if he’d take the bait but trying anyway, “who is it for you?”

“… i can pay you back for that.” she should, could, would, in fact, considering that it was ENTIRELY her fault. m.a.r.i.a. buzzed through her ear piece, running through the readings ; she tapped the sensor on the side, cutting her off. she didn’t need the a.i.’s interpretation of what had just happened, considering she had just lived the reality of one of her gloves finger blasters going off, uncalled for, only by the grace of whatever higher powers there might’ve been out there avoiding someone, and hitting something. “i mean… obviously. no question. i wouldn’t… not.” 

“I think I can handle it. Long nights at the ER prepare you for doing just about anything om little sleep.” Theora shrugged. The clean up had been going fine. (translation: she hadn’t been paged to deal with any dumbasses who get themselves hurt.) “No doubt about it. I even called off for the opportunity to sleep in.” 

“hero type, huh?” though it wasn’t like that was out of the realm of possibilities for her. she mused for a moment, “Id think of some privileged fuck that annoyed me recently and go have fun,” she shrugged, “nothing gruesome. just wanna scare em. have some fun.”

“But seriously, what would you do if the Purge was real?”

open ;;

“You got anything better to do than stare at the newbie?” They growl contemptuously.

                   The grin they always give Jason is unique ; it’s one of admiration , one that idolizes him tenfold. It’s no secret Link may possibly be the Red Hood’s biggest fan out there , often trying to act like him as a child with a red bucket for a helmet and finger guns. ❝ Hey, I’ve missed you too !! ❞ They chime , standing up straight. ❝ It’s been – it’s been a time , you know ?? ❞