bonding and bondage <3
Who: Tim and Jason
When: Wednesday (Day 4)
Where: upstairs hallways
Summary: OH BROTHERS YOU KNOW HOW THEY ARE.
Rating: R
Warnings: most likely violent but not especially gory
Upstairs in one of the hallways, Jason continued his search for Ed. Of course, nobody was going to let him into their suite to check for her, especially not since he was actively gripping his knife, but he could listen, and snap at anybody that looked at him too long. Dimly, he knew that he hadn't felt anything like this in a long time, but it also felt curiously freeing. He was willing to bet he could tear most people in the facility apart, now that they were without their powers, and he was waiting for the opportunity to do so as much as searching for Ed.
The more he thought about Ed, the harder it was to tell himself that he shouldn't just start kicking in doors and fighting people. She was just a kid, one who cried when people hurt each other. Someone had her right now, behind one of these doors; someone was hurting her. He stopped his restless stalking, eyeing a door speculatively. He could start with this one
why would that flicker in his peripheral vision not go away? Fucking helmet. In one swift move, he turned and hurled his knife at the last area of movement he'd seen.
When: Wednesday (Day 4)
Where: upstairs hallways
Summary: OH BROTHERS YOU KNOW HOW THEY ARE.
Rating: R
Warnings: most likely violent but not especially gory
Upstairs in one of the hallways, Jason continued his search for Ed. Of course, nobody was going to let him into their suite to check for her, especially not since he was actively gripping his knife, but he could listen, and snap at anybody that looked at him too long. Dimly, he knew that he hadn't felt anything like this in a long time, but it also felt curiously freeing. He was willing to bet he could tear most people in the facility apart, now that they were without their powers, and he was waiting for the opportunity to do so as much as searching for Ed.
The more he thought about Ed, the harder it was to tell himself that he shouldn't just start kicking in doors and fighting people. She was just a kid, one who cried when people hurt each other. Someone had her right now, behind one of these doors; someone was hurting her. He stopped his restless stalking, eyeing a door speculatively. He could start with this one
why would that flicker in his peripheral vision not go away? Fucking helmet. In one swift move, he turned and hurled his knife at the last area of movement he'd seen.