#suchallenge004

@misfcrtunes

Josh looked away from the taunting guy. Damn. He didn’t know how, one of the telepaths around here probably blabbed about him, but this guy knew he’d been involved with the Reavers, and now he wanted a fight. Josh didn’t fight. Even in school when he was pretty sure he’d win! But he just kept goading an goading, yelling anything. ‘Yeah, what Superman? Come at me bro. I’m your kryptonite’ Josh kept his head down, hoping he’d just go away. At least there wasn’t a big crowd, yet anyway. His own fault for getting lost and ending up near the gym.

He was lost in his thoughts and didn’t even see the guy coming, he heard the ‘crack’ before he felt a burning pain in his nose and went flying back, slamming into the ground. The other guy waste no time before getting his kicks in, Josh curled into a ball, it was like when the Reavers found him all over again.

She knew this wasn’t the best plan, in fact it was one that would surely get her into trouble if she was caught. Stealing from the theater department was a low for her. To take something from the place she treasured most made the female’s stomach tie itself up into knots. Mary-Jane had to do it though, she needed the lighting rig to finish her audition tape. Of course her class made it difficult and wanted it on film instead of in person but the way her room was currently reflexing was impossible to get a decent shot. After taking hold on the fixture she started outward, the girl would return it tomorrow morning before anyone even noticed it was gone. That was until the lights were flicked on and the girls hands now matched the scarlet color of her hair.

❛ Ha... So... I know this looks bad but hear me out. I just need it to finish my homework assignment, seriously. I’m bringing it back. ❜ 

SHIELD Spring Break Challenge:             ↳ White Queen Cocktail Her signature color and moniker, the cocktail is perfect for that hot day on the beach.

It was sweltering in the club.  Weaving her way through people to get off the dance floor, Kitty had to wipe a hand across her forehead to catch the sweat before it could fall into her eyes.  It was a very busy night - not surprising, as it was Friday.  The crowd barely gave her space to slip between without touching anyone, but she loved it despite the claustrophobic atmosphere.  She needed it, considering the week that she’d had.

Slipping up onto one of the tall stools at the bar, she ordered another drink - non-alcoholic, of course.  Even if the large stamp on her hand hadn’t shown she was under 21, she wouldn’t have indulged anyway.  It was so freeing to just get out and move among others.  She didn’t need chemical help to have fun.  She was just taking a sip of her Coke when the commotion started.

Kitty turned her head toward the first angry shout, curious but unconcerned.  She was all the way across the club, the bar was on a raised platform that would probably be pretty difficult to just jump onto, and it was the perfect example of why security guards got paid.  Of course, at a time it was smart to stay off the dance floor, the harder remix of a familiar catchy song she liked started up.  “It figures,” she muttered, taking another sip.  Her eyes widened, though, when her higher vantage point let her see that whatever it was wasn’t staying in its corner.

@mutanthope

Megan approached the office, her hands hidden in her long sweater sleeves. She never knew how to feel about being called for, in any case, but somehow in a college setting it was much more terrifying. She walked up to the open door, eyes on the ground. Her whole walk had consisted of trying to debunk why it was that she had been sent for, what she could have possibly done in her short time here to have gotten herself into a bad place. It must have been the flying, the wings. It had always been her wings. She brushed her hair behind her ear and gave a steady knock on the door with a shaking hand. “Professor? You wanted to see me?” She tried to stand up straight, to give off the aura that nothing was the matter, but somehow she could tell that she was failing.