#havevent

It’s been a couple of hours since Jeremy first entered the building. And apparently the people in charge of this all though it was time for dinner. If you could call a pack of crackers and a bottle of water dinner that is. And Jeremy couldn’t for multiple reasons. But they all came from the same source, his inability to break things. He couldn’t open the foil wrapper or break the plastic seal from the bottle. And even if he could the crackers were too big to just swallow whole. There was no way that he would ask anyone if they wanted to break his food for him. He wasn’t a baby bird who needed his mother to feed him. Although he had to admit, he’d rather be home with his mother than in this unpleasant building by himself. 

After walking around the building to keep himself warm he decided to take a break. Not soon after someone decided to stand next to him. It didn’t take long before Jeremy noticed that the other didn’t have any food or water. And while he was hungry the food couldn’t do him any good. So he decided that instead of it being wasted on him to give it to someone else. ‘’Good afternoon, I see that you don’t have any food or water. Would you want mine?’’ He asked as he presented them the metallic colored package and the small water bottle.

Somewhat, at least. The two people sitting at the ends of the table were slamming it from above, fervently engaged in an argument; Goddamit, Harold, it’s people like you who started this mess. Now, we’re all screwed if we get caught, and we’re all going to jail. 

Mason resisted debasing to their level - or, rather, raising - and doing something stupid like pull out a business card and talk about the law, how they wouldn’t go to jail without due process. Rather, he just sat below the table, content with himself. But there was also a growing sense of isolation. Here people were, nattering about and flinging complaints everywhere. And with the alcohol settling in, Mason wanted to do that too.

When someone walked up to the table, within reach, he began to paw their feet. “Pssst, down here. Come join me. There’s an outlet down here, even if there’s no power, you can still use it.”

Still, even with her decision to stay, she still felt like the building was suffocating. Too many people, too much panic. She couldn’t deal with it. She just needed somewhere to breathe. She eventually found an alcove, completely empty and perfect. Her back pressed against the wall and she slid down, sitting cross-legged, shivering in the winter chill that hung in the air. She pulled out a silver flask, filled with rum, hoping that the alcohol might warm her up and calm her down. God, it was like she was a caged animal, desperate and scared, but she was determined not to show it.

She took a swig and narrowed her eyes as someone rounded the corner. “You can find your own spot, asshole. I’m not sharing.” Her first response was hostility, that was the way she always had been. It was better to be hostile and keep people at arms length than allow anyone in. Even as she spoke, her teeth chattered, making the words sound stilted, “Just let me get drunk in peace.”

Ryder was surprised and disappointed to hear that the two men who attacked ASH weren’t affiliated with his cause. Immediately after hearing of the attack, he’d met with his closest allies and started to confer about how they could follow up. That was, until, he was forced out of his home and into a freezing warehouse. Ryder stood near a corner of the room, surrounded with other Infamous and to say that he was in a poor mood was an understatement. But having someone plow into his back all of a sudden put the cherry on top.

Looking out of the window allowed her to close herself off from all the madness for a moment. She’d tuned out all the sounds coming from behind her, instead focusing on the way her breath created small clouds in the cold air. Lifting a hand, she drew a small flower onto the fogged up glass, making her smile a little as she looked at it. She wished she’d brought some books, but knew it was useless extra weight. Besides, someone might have gotten the idea to steal her beloved books to build a fire or something -- since no one used books anymore these days -- and she was glad they were safe.

She didn’t realize someone was standing close to her until she reluctantly turned around to face the chaos again and found herself looking the other straight in the eye. She stumbled backwards, pressing herself against the cold window, eyes wide. “O-Oh! Goodness, you-- I didn’t see you there! Oh gosh...” She pressed her hand against her heart, feeling it beating violently against her palm. “You scared me...”

@carloscrossed

A thousand questions were boiling inside Jeremy’s head but he lacked the courage to voice them. Why was he here? What was going on? What will his parents think? So many questions and he only had answer to one of them. He knew his parents were worried. They probably already called the police. He wouldn’t be surprised that if there was a search party looking out for him. With his head in the clouds Jeremy roamed the apartment. Walking past faces he’s never seen before and not a single familiar one. He felt lonely but most of all confused. 

After circling the apartment for the fifth time Jeremy was sure that he wouldn’t see even a single familiar face. But he wasn’t surprised. In the limited time before he got locked up again he hasn’t met that many people. But if he had the choice he’d rather be locked up in his home than in this unfamiliar place. 

With a yawn Jeremy finished his sixth round around the apartment. It’s than that he suddenly saw a familiar looking face. As he walked closer it became clear that he knew the other. With an excited smile on his face Jeremy approached him. ‘’Good afternoon, sir.’’ He said a little softer than usual. Loud enough to be heard, but soft enough that the change of volume was obvious. 

‘’How are you doing?’’ He asked in an attempt to make small talk. Hopefully it would distract him from the situation he had no knowledge about. 

     December; the holiday season. Everyone is busy Christmas shopping, the streets are filled with music and lights and the world seems just a little less dark. However, some people get greedy or reckless and while the majority of the supers have been keeping a low profile, there’s always those who get a little rebellious after a few too many drinks. And so the holiday cheer came to a halt.

    December 17th. Two members of the Infamous went rogue -- decided it was their time to show off. Using their abilities to create chaos and confusion in the streets of New York City, the ASH was quickly alerted of their actions. They moved out and soon they had taken over the city, putting it on full lockdown. No one allowed in or out.

                                           The two young men were never seen again.

   Because of this incident, the ASH became once again as active as they had been, years ago. Determined to rid the city off of all the mutants, once and for all. People got taken from their houses, questioned and threatened. Many people sacrificed their friends and family to protect the ones they loved and themselves. Quickly, the supers had no one left to trust.

   Alarmed by the situation - the ASH patrolling the streets - Violetta Jones urged all mutants to come to Hero Haven and stay there. The abandoned apartment building wasn’t on ASH’s radar and could provide safety, provided that no one left the building until the threat was over.

   December 19th. No lights or other electricity, limited food and cold rooms. Desperate times call for desperate measures. As long as they stayed hidden, they were safe. No one knew how long the lockdown was going to last, but everyone knew that the danger was right outside their doors.

                                          Will you panic, rage or accept the situation?