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Jun 26, 2016 16:27:04 GMT
Post by hazard on Jun 26, 2016 16:27:04 GMT
 hazard counted their blessings that the streets were crowded enough for them to run through mostly unnoticed, hood pulled over their head so as to cover up their features from civilians. they squeezed at their right arm tightly and pushed through a group of people meandering down the sidewalk. their shouts of anger drowned out by traffic and Hazard’s own heavy breathing.
they turned down an empty alleyway, hidden from the stares of the streets, and pushed their back against a wall. they slid down to the concrete ground and sighed with relief. that fight had gotten too close for comfort. they removed their hand from their injured arm, their hoodie torn and stained where they’d received a nasty gash from the scuffle, though where the cut was had been significantly healed in the time it took them to find a quiet place to rest. hazard reached into their jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of tissues, wiping the dried blood from their hand and then the paint from their face.
a few minutes passed before they were able to hold their body steady. they had sustained enough damage to make their healing factor need to work overtime, and after all that they felt drained. Hazard’s head rolled back and rested against the wall, their eyes closed in exhaustion.
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Jun 26, 2016 22:52:18 GMT
Post by Voltage on Jun 26, 2016 22:52:18 GMT
Commotion in the streets were something that Lane was used as both a person and a hero, although he was required to do something about it as a hero. He counted his blessings, thinking that another hero would soon answer the call and save the day, while he got to enjoy his day off. Some might say that a hero never takes a day off, however Lane never wanted to be a hero in the first place, at least not a registered one. As the shouts of the crowd grew, he continued to drink his coffee in the nearby cafe, relaxing and thinking about the simpler times.
He watched as the crowds of people ran and protested in the streets, while the local police tried their best to calm them, but a shocking reveal turned out to be that they couldn't, they never could. Lane could only chuckle at the attempts of law enforcement. He had to admit that if he was on the clock, everything would have been fixed and back to normal in just a few seconds, or as normal as Kingsport could be. Though he had to wonder what was going on. What villain was causing trouble now, Lane thought to himself. But there was nothing that could get him out of his seat, almost nothing.
As the chatter from outside started to die down, he stared out the window and noticed something, something suspicious caught his eye. Lane squinted as he tried to see through the crowd, a hint of green showing from the top and a familiar face before it disappeared into an alleyway. Lane quickly got up from his seat before throwing a few dollars on the table and quickly walked across the street, before standing in the entrance, staring at the girl that he knew he had seen before. Heck, they lived together.
"Stevie..." Lane wanted to be cool, but the moment got to him, holding back a single tear.
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Post by hazard on Jul 10, 2016 4:34:34 GMT
Hazard turned their head sharply to the sound of the familiar voice. as an immediate instinct their shoulders and back stiffened to attention. as their eyes met the man’s eyes it seemed like time slowed down a bit, and like the hustle of the streets around them silenced. their grip on their shoulder tightened, and they huffed when they realized it still hurt like hell, having not had enough time for the healing factor to really do it’s work.
“Should’ve seen this coming, really. You showing up at a moment when I wasn’t expecting to be followed. Given my current state I’m not a great fit for a fight.” a sigh escaped Stevie and their body relaxed against the wall once more “but I know you probably weren’t planning that in the first place, Lane.”
it’d been a long while since Stevie had seen their brother in the flesh (and not on some passing news story). they wished they could be happier about the reunion, but found themselves being tense given their knowledge of a hero’s duties.
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Jul 16, 2016 18:20:19 GMT
Post by Voltage on Jul 16, 2016 18:20:19 GMT
No matter what the situation was, he was glad to his sister again, even if she was in a less than presentable state. Though he couldn't help but laugh as it seemed like he was more excited to see her than she was. He always planned to talk to his sister after everything that happened, but whether it was his work or shame, it just never happened and he was ashamed for that, until now. He ruffed the hair of his little sister and smiled. "You know me so well, Steve. Fighting was the last thing on my mind, at least right now." Lane chuckled slightly.
Lane sat next to his sister, leaning against the wall and looking at her, smiling. "Its been awhile huh? A couple years." Being part of the institute, it was hard to keep track of his sister, with her being a vigilante and her personality, she was all over the place. Being here with her now, he knew that he would have done anything for this one moment. "You know, I tried to find you. I tried to make contact, but The Institute breathing down my neck makes it hard for me to do anything regarding you without them knowing." Lane laid his head against the wall and looked at her injuries and smirked. "Anything I should be worried about?"
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