#lovecorrupted

rafe had expected another flooding ; strangely enough, it was not due to damage from the heavy rain && strong weather from a while back. no, however it was something far worse.

❝ the genius who designed the place chose to place the plumbing system behind this corner here, ❞ he says, leading the way. he's careful with his steps, trying to step on dry patches, though eventually giving up once they reach what seems to be a ... strange amalgamation of pipes and valves.

❝ in order to preserve the rest of the museum's aesthetic, i chose to reserve this part of the wing for staff members only. ❞ some of the water seeps out of cracked && poorly maintained tubes, with various buckets shoved haphazardly underneath them.

however, some of the cracks and dents appear manmade.

"Hey that’s okay, we don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”  Mike offered, trying to help as much as possible.  “Just a little more talking first so I know what you need.  Do you want me to talk and distract?  I could also sit here in silence with you if you want.  Or completely leave you alone.”  Mike got in certain moods, so he knew that sometimes it was hard to pinpoint what exactly you needed in the moment unless it was offered.  “I’ve got some water here, no matter what you choose I want you to sip some of it though, okay?”

Location: Hero Housing Time: 6:00 AM OST: Jogging in The Morning.  _____________________________

The morning air was something that Asher enjoyed,  the cool air that made contact with his skin until the sun began to rise where the air would turn warm, which he kept a good pace for himself as he jogged across the campus,  sweat dripping down his body listening to his breathing hearing some footsteps behind him which he looked back to notice it was Mr. Parr.  “Oi, Good Mornin’ dere Mister Parr. Hows it been hangin’ for you dere bruv’? “ He said slowing down a bit so both of them can be at the same pace. 

❝ you make it seem so easy, ❞ rafe mutters under his breath, pouring himself a drink. he thinks to pour the other a drink as well, averting his gaze as he hands sebastian his drink.

everyone stops when you enter the room. eyes are drawn to you, people gravitate towards you.

trouble is bound to head your way.

he inhales slowly as he's staring out his living-room window. ❝ you put it like i'm not allowed to worry about you. ❞

❝ however, being my only intern, you are my responsibility. i'm supposed to worry about the shenanigans you get yourself into. ❞ the people you're friendly with, the people you laugh with ... the people you mess with, the people you fuck and the people you love ...

While Chronos wasn’t a huge battler, they longed to spar with someone. Don’t know; the sounds of blades clashing and screams were one of the only noises that didn’t make them want to fucking meltdown. But! She can’t! Because guess what! She has an image to maintain!!! Being an idol sucked most of the time, especially a K-Idol because netizens are ruthless and will not hesitate to tear you down one way or another.

Management did say while she had powers, she can’t use them or else hell will break loose. Sure! They weren’t the only ones with powers in Constelle who had powers but for some reason, they were targeted. What! The fuck! Classes today sucked, so she wanted to let off some steam but running around didn’t help and singing didn’t help either. It was like this huge gap in her psyche that was missing.

...She probably misses the thrill of a battle, or at least some kind of spar at least, which was why she was here, far away from the grounds but still close enough to watch people spar (like usual, after her literature classes were done for the day). Slav squat as her backpack sat on her left while a can of Arizona Green Tea (the huge ass cans) sat on her right. Munch munch on a candy bar because by god she is hungry and burnt out. Fuck.

“Man, it be super fuckin’ poggers if management would let me fight...or spar at least.” she mumbled as she took a bite out of her candy bar, watching people from the training grounds wistfully and fucking yearning for combat. Even if it’s just once. Well. Maybe not just once but you know. Person’s (girl?) gotta let this energy off somehow and being a vigilante might not help.

a stray bullet narrowly misses the cowboy as he's tumbling down on the ground, the hulking man covering jesse's body with his own. jesse grits his teeth at the sudden impact on the cold, concrete floor.

❝ could'a just shoved me away 'nstead o' tacklin' me to the floor ... shit ... ❞ jesse groans he steadies himself, crawling his way over to a couple other crates for cover.