The air is filled with smoke and ash from the building burning around them. They’d managed to get most of the humans out of the area before things got too hot but mutants are falling injured or dead on both sides ( Read more... )

Davian--or Richards, if you like--is wandering outside again. Not too far from the apartments. He's not in the mood to explore, just wander. He's also not in the mood to do anything else but brood. Introspection does that to a fellow.

[ Harold Richards is just a name. ]

Buffy's brooding.

She learned it from the best (read: Angel).

Know what Davian needs right now? A fuckin' cigarette. Yeah, he feels stupid for getting hooked on the damn things when he knows he might not get any here, but back in his world, in his job, it didn't do to get your panties in a twist over lung cancer or any other potential health risks. And anyway, a cigarette was a good way to blow off steam when ( Read more... )

Venus is enjoying the wide space of the training court to see how many times she can run up and down the walls. It's actually pretty exciting for her. She can just let loose and see how much air time she can get between leaps and bounds and flips.

Gotta enjoy the little things when you're trapped far, far away from all your loved ones!

If you've wondered where he's been, the answer is "around ( Read more... )

He stood in a place that was nothing more than a shithole.

This alley was perpetually wet, from rain or booze or piss, and Owen Davian was pretty sure all three had hit this place tonight. He kept his shoes away from the corners. The last thing he wanted was to get shit stuck on his shoe.

Next to last. Blowing the deal? That was the last thing ( Read more... )