#time: present

@mieunmi

[/trigger warning: mentions of blood]

since he was out most of the day, always busy with jobs, he rarely spent his time at home. even when it was furnished pretty tastifully, he was not much around to relax in his private chambers. that was why he had agreed to provide his apartment to eunmi as much and whenever she liked. now he was a busy guy who had all kinds of thoughts whirling around in his head which was why he sometimes forgot about their agreement.

at that specific evening, he just finished one of his jobs and returned home to get rid of his dirtied clothes. dohwan took off his gloves and dropped them into a box. then he slipped out of shirt that was saturated with a mixture of his sweat and his victim's blood. it felt aweful on his skin, sticky and uncomfortable. he just wanted to get rid of the stains, the sooner he turned his victim's last remain into waste water, the better. hot water run over his tensed body, he slowly relaxed, as he let the warmth prickling into his limbs. after getting out of the shower and drying himself off, dohwan walked over to his bedroom to get himself fresh clothes to wear.

The only thing keeping Quinn’s hands from tying their way around Puck’s throat was her exhaustion. Any other time, she’d be shoulders deep in a rant about how disgusting it was to rate the Cheerios, her Cheerios. His misogyny was one of the few things that cracked her cool exterior, most likely because of how much it was exercised on her. But she didn’t have it in her. The little sleep she’d gotten had been in an empty bed, with Rachel’s bus stuck in the mud after an away game and McKinley’s Titan’s in a shady motel with no service. She was supposed to be back today, just in time for Glee, and Quinn was staring at the door, occasionally glancing at her phone to see if in a miracle, Rachel had been able to charge it since she’d told Quinn it was dead.

@elysiancode

L o a d i n g . . .

As soon as she transitioned to Elysium, she knew something was off again. There was that strange sensation along her right side, a slightly painful sort of pins and needles tingling where her avatar data flickered, forming a limb that wasn’t there in real life.

“I thought we fixed this,” she muttered, poking at the unfamiliar appendage with her left hand. It didn’t feel right; it felt like a glitch. Cyberspace didn’t know how to translate her body correctly.

It was a prototype project, she knew that. Aster had gotten them in as beta testers, she knew that too. It didn’t mean it wasn’t uncomfortable as all hell.

She squeezed the foreign arm, shuddering a little at the feeling it gave her. Last time they’d come, Aster had figured out a rudimentary patch to get rid of it. Apparently it didn’t stick with repeated logins.

@phantomxmi

[/trigger warning: blood, gore, murder]

the warm red splattered everywhere, when the gang member prostrated with gargling sounds. he felt the blood running down his cheek. the fight between gangs was everything but beautiful. in this kind of world only the strongest survived. grim stared at the man to his feet, as he lit himself a cigarette. sounds of steps approaching fast could be heard from afar. seems like his victim had called for some backup. the male clicked his tongue, before deciding to retreat for now. he couldn't risk to be up against a group of enemys.

with fast steps, he run towards a nearby parked car. flicking his cigarette away, grim threw open the door and jumped inside. "drive!!" he yelled at his driver, when he saw the first pursuers only a few meters away. as soon as the engine began to roar, grim felt the tension leave his body and he leaned back with a sigh.