#thseance

The words echoed as she woke, it was dark and she was alone.

“Hello?” Jenna called out, still in her catsuit, blood dripping for the side of her face as she slowly healed. “Is anyone there? Dad? Jase?” She continued, heading her voice echo through the darkness. She remembered fighting in Wakanda, fighting for the world but after the snap she could remember or seem to recall where she was.

“Anyone? Please!” She cried out, dropping to the ground.

Klaus looked at the giant crab that sounded like his brother. He reached out and snapped his hands like crab claws at him. “Do you have crabs?” He asked with a gasp as he ignored what his brother was saying. “Is that why you look like a crab?”

Jonathan Crane was getting out of his car when his phone rings. He shuts the door walking away heading to Arkham Asylum pulling his phone out answering it. " Crane speaking." He listens to the other as he walks to the building. He hangs up after saying," I'll get it done." He puts his phone away running a hand through his hair going inside the building. Once he was cleared by security he goes to his office a file waiting for him. It was for a man named Klaus Hargreeves. He had been reading all about what was known about the man and he was now his client. He was rather one of the odd cases but he didnt mind that.

He leaves the office heading to where security was waiting for him. He nods to them and they in return nod back. Jonathan was rather well known around here as the good doctor on the outside...but he had terrible darkness in him. That was the Scarecrow that he used to scare the inmates here straight....Scarecrow was rather dangerous. No one cared what was done to the patients as long as progress was made so they always looked away if Jonathan asked.

He reaches the room Klaus was being held in. There were security guards in the room awaiting for Jonathan to release them of watching her. Jonathan was just outside the door which allowed people to see in but no one could see out. It was time to meet her. He runs a hand through his hair before sliding his card through the scanner. It let's him in unlocking the doors with a loud noise.

@thseance

Number Four’s accident had been the worst injury to happen to a member of the academy outside of a mission and honestly, the recovery sounded horrible. 

Five had made the effort to try and help Four as much as he could when he was able to, blinking in and out of rooms to get his brother things he needed. It wasn’t much but it was enough, especially when the others were praising the injury and the relative quiet it brought to the house. 

"I'm going to take that as a compliment, since all the gay guys I've known have had AMAZING hair," he doesn't care if people think he's gay, it's not an insult to him at all, and he was bisexual, after all.

@thseance​ // meme // accepting 

         the events of the night were a blur, though she knew there had been far too much alcohol. that always seemed to be the case whenever she went out. self control had always been lost the moment she decided to have fun. however, the regret was beginning to set in, due to the massive migraine she was dealing with. hands cupped over her eyes, shielding her vision as she moved towards the window, shutting the curtains. sunlight was overrated. sitting in the dark for the day would make her just as happy as being outside. 

          removing her hands, she looked around the hotel room, finding it to be a mess. clothes were scattered, empty bottles on the floor. even the frame above the bed was hanging at an angle. sighing, she walked over to the bed, seeing the lump underneath the blankets. it wasn’t until she went to shake him, that she saw the ring. eyes widened, fingers shaking as if to make the band disappear. but it stayed wrapped around her finger, signifying how their night had come to an end. 

The security system was uninstalled in, basically, ancient times. With no current occupants, the general public gawked at--and in--the Murder House too often to track. Short of an attempt to, like, blow the place up? The police were over it now. Can’t fight the inevitable. The city sure as shit wouldn’t pay the monthly fees. {f a i r      g a m e} Intruder alerts had been downgraded to fire drill status ‘round here. At the start, like in elementary school, they left young Violet bug-eyed--on high alert. Struck fear where a heart once pounded, when it beat at all. But now? They weren’t shit. A quick cock of the brow, a flick of the cig, and then the return to the book you were reading for the forty-sixth time. A nice break from the norm ‘til it became the norm, but no actual threat. And after all, what threat could they pose, at this point? They were already dead. Hard to get used to for a while.  Most of the ghosts here had grown too bored to even fuck with the squatters and junkies anymore. But this time, the flower opted, her actions all depended on theirs. So, who’s it gonna be tonight? Creak. Who’s slinking through that unlocked door? She lied, invisible, in wait.