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If it had been someone else, she may had thrown a tantrum amidst all their classmates, but Greyson and her always had a sort of understanding. They were very far from friends, but a mutual respect had been established between them and if she was quite honest, she was glad to have someone with their fighting skills not hate her- she knew that going around making enemies who could two times her weight during training would not end up well for her. “Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” she commented, settling down on the chair next to them.

A sigh slipped through their lips as they watch Sabina sit down, but finally they allow themself to flash her a half-hearted smile. They’re not her biggest fan -- they’re not anyone’s fan but their own -- still, they surprisingly tolerate her. It would have been preferable to have been left alone while they ate, but they won’t try and chase her away. Anyone who might have the thought to join them would not be so lucky. “To have woken up like that would’ve required going to bed last night, and anyways my mood is fine.” They take a bite of their salad, pausing before they add, “You, on the other hand, were the one who was just about to kick up a fuss over a chair.”

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The sound of the voice caught Greyson’s attention, and they looked up slowly, their gaze flat as their eyes landed on Sabina. People had come in and out, and not one of them had bothered talking to them until now. They took a deep breath in before saying, “This is where I sit today.” They extend an arm, gesturing to the empty chairs at the table they were sitting at, as well as those at others. “It’s just a chair. There’s dozens more just like it. Try them out.”

Lunchtime at Hudson gave of a strange high school vibe- or at least what Sabina reckoned high school must have felt like. People lazily walked in and wandered around, alone or in groups, filling their trays with food that undeniably looked tastier than anything a school could ever offer. Sabina stacked her plate with spaghetti and cheese, making a mental note to find the nearest coffee machine as soon as her empty stomach stopped complaining, and made her way to her usual spot, only to find it occupied by one of her new classmates. “That’s where I sit,” she said, probably a little harsher than she should have been, but she had stopped caring about what she sounded like a long time ago.

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♣ ✆ ☠

send ♣ for a text not meant for you

[ text → emma ] fucking emma and her fucking traveling. i don’t dislike her entirely but i’m pretty fucking jealous of where she’s been.

send ✆ for a morning text

[ text → emma ] you left a book here. again.[ text → emma ] come get it before i toss it.

send ☠ for a misguided advice text

[ text → emma ] you’d feel better if you just let go and punched someone. like, next person to upset you, just punch them

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☏

send ☏ for a vague text

[ text → carson ] does he want to get hit?[ text → carson ] i mean, i’d fucking lay off if he didn’t pop up around every corner like a fucking jack in a box but

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✆ ☠

send ✆ for a morning text

[ text → rome ] hope you’re ready to get your ass kicked[ text → rome ] you still wanted to spar at 10, right?

send ☠ for a misguided advice text

[ text → rome ] idk just start swinging[ text → rome ] that’s what i do[ text → rome ] but i also don’t care if i get hit back and i think you’re wanting to avoid that?

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♠√

send  ♠ for a drunk text

[ text → eva ] yr nice. reaaly nice. yr like ?? sawyer, and i cn’t stand it smetimes.

send √ for a long-winded confession text 

[ text → eva ] you’re so fucking nice it’s annoying and i’m tired of it and you and honestly that’s the only reason i’m even telling you anything. sorry. but yeah, my brother fucking left without a word, but i’m over it. totally over it. i don’t care what anyone says about me (especially if annie says anything -- don’t believe her). it’s just fucking draining to think about. that’s all. it means nothing to me anymore.

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♠

send  ♠ for a drunk text

[ text → jack ] smetime’s i feel bad wehn i hit you ??? lke nt often tbh[ text → jack ] but thn you alwys look like someone’s kicked u so i hit u to mke sure ur expression doesn’t go to waaste

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♔ ♠

send ♔ for an angry text

[ text → danny ] jesus christ you don’t have to be in charge all the time[ text → danny ] fucking get over yourself and move on

send  ♠ for a drunk text

[ text → danny ] d’youu always seem so lost lol[ text → danny ] lke you;ve bene ehre before [ text → danny ] you’rer like a lst puppy

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♠ ☏ ✘

send  ♠ for a drunk text

[ text → ingrid ] jsut leave the door unlcoked pls[ text → ingrid ] i gotta fighgt some ppl[ text → ingrid ] + i lft my key and dn’t wnat to go bck to get it

send ☏ for a vague text

[ text → ingrid ] the blood’s not mine[ text → ingrid ] scout’s honor[ text → ingrid ] i’ll clean it up later

send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent

[ text → ingrid ] what do you do when you wanna fight your roommate every time they talk[ text → ingrid ] wait not an you old roommatelater[ text → ingrid ] actually it was you

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♔☼✘

send ♔ for an angry text

[ text → annie ] who the fuck do you think you are?[ text → annie ] saying i have abandonment issues?[ text → annie ] i mean, i’d guess you’d know all about that -- at least from the other side of things

send ☼ for a congratulatory text

[ text → annie ] wow, you hit me and actually left a mark this time[ text → annie ] you could have probably thrown a little more of your weight into it, though, if i’m being honest

send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent

[ text → annie ] there are times that i really fucking pity you[ text → annie ] there are other times i just could care less

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✺

send ✺ for a sassy text

[ text → quinn ] go to hell[ text → quinn ] wait[ text → quinn ] i don’t want to see you there

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>> :// ACCESSING AGENT INFERNO…

NAME: Greyson

CODENAME: Inferno

AGE: 25

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Non-Binary, UTP

FACECLAIM: Dominic Sherwood

STATUS: Available

QUESTIONS. PROMPTS. TEASER. 

>> :// BIOGRAPHY …

The first mystery of your life is why your parents gave up on being a family before they even had one. You’re their second child, but you know from your brother that they’ve never been much of a mother and father. It takes you a long time to accept this. When you’re young you desperately try to earn their attention, drawing them family portraits and hanging your report cards on the fridge. Somehow, your report cards always go ignored and your family portraits end up in the trash. But it’s not all hopeless. Every time you’re left feeling less important than your parents’ work, your older brother is there to remind you what you’re worth. People on the outside are quick to judge him–a teenager adorning stick-and-poke tattoos and black eyes, who totes his kid sibling around on his motorcycle–but you know better. He teaches you everything you need to know about life: how to adjust to the worst of situations, how to defend yourself, how to be independent. The irony of it all is that you’re so dependent on him, you’re not sure who you’d be if you wound up alone.

The second, and biggest, mystery of your life doesn’t uncover itself until you’re twenty-two. Before that, though, your life is surprisingly calm. When you’re eighteen, you and your brother move to Chicago where you go to school and he works. The two of you live in a shoebox of an apartment, but you’re happy. Even with parents like yours, you’ve managed to maintain a semblance of normalcy: you made it through high school, you enjoy college, you have friends. The trouble comes after you’ve graduated. At age twenty-two, you wake up on a normal Tuesday morning to find your brother’s room a mess, his closet completely cleaned out. Sure that he’d never leave you, you file a missing persons report. The cops and your parents are quick to tell you what you can’t accept: he’s not lost. He just left. It’s a difficult truth that leaves you cold and empty. You always felt whole because your older brother told you you were, but now he’s gone. Now, you fill the void with violence and anger and anything else that fits.

It’s not long before you’ve become exactly what everyone thought your brother was: trouble. You drink every night, often starting bar fights for no good reason–and when you haven’t gotten your fill, you visit an underground fighting ring in the early hours of the morning. Your brother is–was–a fighter at heart, and he taught you everything he knew. You wonder now if he taught you to fight so you’d have a way to cope when he disappeared. If it was his intention to help you cope, he couldn’t have done a worse job. You drown in your own anger, you push away every friend you’ve ever made, and when your parents reach out for the first time in your life, you blame them for everything. Anything is better than blaming yourself. So, instead, you blame the world, and you carry yourself the way you wish you could feel: like you’re on top of the world, untouchable. When Hudson confronts you, you attribute their interest to this facade. And, without a second thought, you disappear and make yourself into the third great mystery of your life.

>> :// CONNECTIONS …

NANO. You’ll be the first to say it: they’re an easy target. Weak, defenseless–it’s almost too easy. You almost feel bad; in some universe, this might have been you. The empathy that still lives in you tells you they don’t deserve it. On the other hand, easing up on them would be extremely dissatisfying. After all, they’re the perfect outlet for your aggression, and they’re a lot more interactive than a punching bag.

FALCON. The two of you started as sparring partners, but he quickly turned into your biggest headache. He’s so annoyingly unafraid of you, and always so eager to fight. You’ve almost given up on being harsh to him. It’s too exhausting; he always counters you. You’d rather knock him out cold and take an extended lunch break.

HAZE. They’re just trying to be helpful. And you really wish they would stop. Something about them is so strangely familiar, so reminiscent of your brother–and it scares the hell out of you. Every time they try to protect you or steer you toward the right track, it becomes more unbearable. You can’t, won’t, let anyone but yourself make you feel important anymore. To avoid any possible mishap, you push them away the best way you know how: with acidic words and half-empty threats.

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>> :// WELCOME, AGENT INFERNO …

Congratulations, Bex (she/her, EST)! You have been accepted as Greyson Waites, with the faceclaim Dominic Sherwood. Please see the orientation packet for what to do next. Congratulations again, we’re so happy to have you!

>> :// ACCESSING NOTES FROM THE HEADMASTERS …

Greyson!! We love Greyson and were so excited to see them apped for. This was everything that we were hoping to see and even more (you’ve left Admin Maddie completely speechless)! All the development that you’ve done on their relationship with their brother was amazing to read, and the overall voice that you’ve given this character is perfect. The additional info about how they know they’re not good at teamwork was the icing on the cake, and we’re so ready for that to play out here!

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And, without a second thought, you disappear and make yourself into the third great mystery of your life.

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