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The store had appeared empty when John arrived, a situation which lent him a quite appreciated ‘ break. ’ When there’s already a monster on a rabid rampage, finding an area its heading towards clear of civilians feels akin to receiving a good grade on a quiz; you still have to pass the inevitable test to follow, yet knowing you’ve aced the preliminary doesn’t hurt. At least, such is the case until his gaze catches sight of a woman a few feet away on a second cursory scrutiny. Dammit. 

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Thin fingers make quick work of the other woman’s hair, twisting it into a simple braid beginning at the nape of her neck. A pause is taken for the blonde to pop another CHEETO past her lips, and as she starts munching, her work resumes. The television plays some sort of Saturday morning cartoon in the background, but she’s not paying too much attention. Rather, she’s about to make the concluding statement of her argument ( the one she’d been playing out just before the snack found its way into her mouth ).

𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙸𝚅𝙴𝙳:  “ which one lets me out of here alive?” - Delphi [ @idlcminds​​​​ ]

✘ BATMAN: ARKHAM CITY.

AN INTRUDER was the last thing he needed. The night’s been dragging on for an eternity and he’s dealt with enough scumbags to take on another smart alec looking for trouble. Unless he’s jumping the gun with that hasty conclusion. But all the experiences he didn’t ask for thought him one thing — BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY.

“𝙻𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜,” the robotic voice resounds in the empty shed as he steps forward; his heavy boots mark each stomp with a hollow clunk.

He doesn’t want to come across as HOSTILE, yet his hand still rests close to the holster attached to his belt. Again, just in case. STRANGER DANGER wasn’t ever taken too seriously by him, and in a way it did lead him all the way here, but now he’s getting... nervous. Thanks to the helmet covering his unease, Jason can keep this bit of information to himself.

Hugh didn’t, as a rule, typically enjoy working with Starfleet. Most Starfleet officers had either heard horror stories about the Borg or, worse, they’d lived through some horror stories of their own. The experiences didn’t seem to give them any sympathy for former Borg. It only heightened their distrust. The scars and implants on Hugh’s face were often taken as a threat, inspiring open hostility even in five star admirals who should have known better.

Still, Hugh wouldn’t be alive without a few Starfleet officers who’d seen the person underneath. He liked to give them a chance, even if staying open-minded often served to make the experience more exhausting.

He had a few liberated Borg in stasis for transport to a Federation facility. He was sure they were fully disconnected from the Collective, but Stafleet had insisted they stay in stasis and that they were taken aboard by shuttle rather than transporter. The full rationale he’d been given for this decision had been just in case.

He sat in the front of the shuttle, arms crossed, waiting while a couple security officers carried the stasis pods aboard like cargo. There was an ensign with him. He wondered if it was her job to watch him. 

││the evidence││

idlcminds said:

▲ -- for Phillia

Phillia was bullied by Harvey when they were both children. Harvey doesn't remember doing it.

      "I mean it. I don’t remember.” Dent’s voice was firm, though clearly tired as he kept a hand over his face. He did try his best to recall what he was told about, but most of his years before the incident had become a mash of traumas he was certain the greatest psychiatrist in the world could not untangle. And his childhood was something he would rather forget entirely.

@idlcminds​ said: "You know, you picked a really odd time to have this conversation." ( for Zack, from Delphi, let the shenanigans begin ) MEME: Bones {Sentence Starters} STATUS: accepting !!