save yourselves.

To some it may seem like Chris is the kind of person that don’t care about what others think, but it wasn’t like that at all, he did, except when it came to his clothes, he wouldn’t ever let what other people think stop him from wearing what he wanted or doing what he liked, “Oh, definitely, no one should wear something they dislike just because others want it, as long as the person isn’t hurting anyone, they should do whatever they wanted.”

Chris didn’t follow the fashion trends, he didn’t even know what they were, so he was possibly one of the worst people that you could ask for advice when it comes to it, “I think it looks good, but if you liked it, I don’t think anyone’s opinion should matter,” he didn’t think that he should buy something based on what others thought of it.

The man was never terribly into fashion — liking what he does, which usually leans more toward PUNK sense of style, but what can you do? He takes it off his head to look at it in his hands. NAH — he can’t rationalize the price tag. “You have a point though. Who cares what anyone else thinks, right? Those are some words to live by.”

a scowl graced remy’s features as he turned the sunglass rack, unimpressed by the selections. hearing julio call out to him, he sighed and plucked a random pair, sliding them on before turning around. “well it’s not your best look,” he snorted, shaking his head. “not your worst either.” he conjured a grin as he began looking over the hats, nose scrunching up. “den again, all of dese are pretty terrible.” 

             “   those  who  fight  against  prophecy  only  draw  it  more  tightly  around  their  throats .  ”

There was something about this scene that the alien did not like. Every person around him looked like they were getting ready to pass out due to the boredom of waiting. “How depressing.” He thought, before walking to an open in the center of the group.

“Stop me if you’ve heard this before.” Noh-Varr said loudly, gathering everyone’s attention. “It’s going to be great.” It only took a minute to get ready before belting out a song.

♪ ~ I was cheated by you and I think you know when / So I made up my mind, it must come to an end / Look at me now, will I ever learn? / I don’t know how but I suddenly lose control / There’s a fire within my soul ~ ♪

Julio wasn’t about to start singing in public, and while he does a lot of eccentric things sometimes this wouldn’t be one of them. Most of his behavior influenced by Shatterstar or one of his friends nudging him into it. 

“Hmm? What’s this?”

A piece of paper caught his attention as he walked towards Central Park. There wasn’t much to look at, but the flyer had information about some type of black market drug that promised to cure mutatism and suppress metahuman abilites.

Billy laughed. “They can’t be serious, right?”

It makes Julio sick just looking at the pictures, any promise of their ‘cure’ which just wasn’t right far as he was concerned. “It’s their propaganda. You have to promise me you’ll stay away from anyone trying to feed you this information. It’s not good for you.” 

          𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 about new york city that never changed no matter what universe you in, it was the view. the sight of the thousands, if not millions, of dazzling lights from up high usually succeeded in calming down the nerves that buzzed beneath gwen’s skin, but not tonight. if anything, the sight of the lights and the feeling of the wind in her hair only managed to further remind the young thai american that she was a long way from home. feeling the hairs on the back of her arms stand on edge, alerting the enhanced human to the fact that she was no longer alone, gwen would sigh before moving to stand up out of her prior position which could only really be called ’ the asian squat ’ and jumping back away from the ledge of the of the building she had been crouched upon. “ i thought that door was locked, ” she mumbled to herself before gracefully pivoting so that she could look at the newcomer. “ what are you doing up here, anyway ? it’s dangerous for you to be out this late. ”

Julio steps forward in his yellow and black x-men uniform, hair flowing in the wind. “I know it’s dangerous, but I like a good spot with a view.” He doesn’t necessarily need to be on patrol or anything, but his gloved hands pull on his green jacket as he sits down on the edge of the building. “I was checking on a lead and saw you up here so I had to make sure you were okay."

“huh?” the harlequinn blurts out as her gaze shifts from the poster she’d been staring at and towards the brunette. “oh, yeah, i think it’s a bunch a’bullshit if y’ask me.” she agrees, thoughts going back to her friends who’d suffered from this new hope serum. if it weren’t for them..hell, harley probably would of been selling it. the fate of heroes in harleys’ eyes were minimal. “y’gonna do anything to stop it?”

“An asshole of epic proportions,” Lois confirmed, slinging one leg over the other as she settled properly into the chair. “And I grew up on a military base, so I don’t say that lightly.”

Neither the name nor the face rang a bell, a fact which only sparked the usual curiosity in her. “Lois,” she introduced with a small smile. “So, Julio– what brings you to The Missing Bean this morning?”

“I feel like MOST cops are these days.” Julio might be biased, but doesn’t really care about letting his opinions be obvious. “I have issue with authority, but I do believe there are some good ones out there.” He just hasn’t met them personally.

“It’s nice to meet you Lois. Some call me Rictor as well.” Which might be a risky confession, but he was willing to take one. “Would you believe me if I said I came for the coffee? It’s better than Starbucks, and people are more accepting usually.”

a  pout  upon  painted  lips  ;   for  a  moment  ,   there  are  no  words  to  express  the  emotions  that  sat  heavily  in  the  air ,  the  pain  of  being  hated  for  simply  existing  .   she  was  no  stranger  to  witnessing  a  feeling  such  as  this .    “    then  should  we  go  somewhere  ?  ”     she  asks  ,  the  injury  settling  in  shyly  between  them ,    “    i  know  i’m  not  interesting  enough  to  be  around  with  much  ,  but  at  least  we  could  get  away  for  a  moment  .    ”  

she  doesn’t  wear  hatred  well.      even  if  the  propaganda  of  a  CURE  filled  in  the consciousness   of  the  masses  .    to  be  angry  at  a  world  afraid  of  her  felt  acrid  smoke  that  burned  her  lungs ,  burned  her  mind  .  SHE  TRIED  IT  ONCE ,  to  no  avail .     “    i   don’t  think  much  of  it  .   ”     she  replied  softly  ,  her  hand  passing  over  her  cloth  bound  eyes ,     “    i  can’t   read  after  all.  ”