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Entry tags:
- † daryl dixon | the angel,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † elliot alderson | mr robot,
- † flynn scifo | n/a,
- † haen hithiel | chatterbug,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † kyle conlen | red hot,
- † magicman | n/a,
- † mako mori | n/a,
- † motoko kusanagi | the major,
- † richie foley | gear,
- † rita mordio | n/a,
- † skeets | n/a,
- † thaddeus 'rusty' venture | doc,
- † yuichiro hyakuya | n/a
I Wish I Had a Castle in the Sky ( OPEN )
WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A
Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?
[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.
Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]
[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.
This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.
But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A
Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?
[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.
Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]
[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.
This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.
But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]
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Why do you like getting me so worked up about this stuff?
[Hah. Try to get around that question, Kyle. Yeah there's a small part of him that isn't sure he wants to know the answer but he tells himself it's probably going to be Kyle teasing him some more and he's not afraid of that.]
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He's going to make this hard for you as it will be for him.
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Sex. [He forces it out a bit louder than he means to an a couple heads turn towards him and Richie is going to kill Kyle at this rate. Or die. Or both. He shoves him with his elbow again.]
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Well, you're the one that's trying to make me sleep on my own floor tonight instead of sharing the bed with me... I'm just defending myself is all.
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Yeah I know you want those hands all over this, but I just want to have some blankets so I'm not cold all night.
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I don't want to melt into a puddle of human fleshy fluids either. [That is also definitely a scientific term.]
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With a heavy sigh, Kyle grabs Richie around the arm so he can get a better look at those pretty eyes behind his glasses. ]
You are the worst, Rich.
[ Now let him off the hook on this game as you stare into his blue eyes and remember all the reasons why you like him and want to let Kyle spoon your scrawny butt tonight. ]
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Sounds like you have bad taste in boyfriends. [He leans in close, barely a breath between their faces.] As your friend, I should warn you about guys like that taking advantage of your trusting nature.
[And what does he mean by that? Well he's about to steal a kiss right there.]
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It's reflex now, the worrying, the awkward hold back, even though he doesn't need to anymore, it's still there. But sometimes he sees Kyle and just...really wants to kiss him. For once his brain doesn't give him fifty reasons not to do the thing and he's kissing his boyfriend right there on the couch.
It's quick, but forceful and he pulls back with his ears turning bright pink and a dumb grin on his face even as he rubs at the back of his neck.]
Uh, I... [Wow, he just did that.]
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So... I think, uh, what you're telling me is... You'll be sleeping in bed with me tonight, right?
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You gotta ruin the moment.
[Not that he said no.]
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Well, hang on—I think I can get it back.
[ Kyle leans up to meet Richie, a little dry when he kisses him very softly. That same warmth creeps through the contact again, pouring into Richie all the way to his toes. Now just think about that, pal, if it was on other places eh ehhh. ]
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Why don't they do this more? This really seems like something they should do a lot more often.
He finally makes himself pull away only to slump just a bit against Kyle's chest, breathing deeply to catch himself.]
See--[He says, a little breathlessly.]--I told ya. You're trying to melt me.
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...... Okay, maybe figuratively.
[ Kyle slides a hand through the front of Richie's messy blond hair, eventually coming down to cup the side of his face. ]
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I give, I give.
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[ Yup, soak in this smug ginger face!! ]
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You are making me think the floor doesn't sound so bad myself.
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You go from being sweet to this. Why do I put up with you again? Is this one of those questioning my life choices moments?
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I hope not...
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I'm definitely question the life choice behind letting you win.
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You already promised me all the blankets. And if your folks wake up and get mad I'll just say I feel pray to your puppy face. They'll buy it.
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