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connectivitty:

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

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cigarettebnrns:

silas was wandering. his head had long since stopped hurting and while he was still groggy with a hangover it was just impossible to sleep in a room with a dozen or so other people yammering on. so , the osborn boy did what he commonly did to pass the time and that was going for walks , snooping around. when he came upon the blonde it wasn’t on purpose and he wasn’t looking to spar or train , but a smug look lifted to his face only naturally “ what ? you need this whole entire room to yourself ? “ he crosses arms over chest “ seems pretty selfish considering we’re in short supply of space , sweets. “

MJ moved past him grabbing a towel and wiping her face and neck.  “Everyone is filling up spaces just talking, I found the one place I could train without having my ear chatted off... It’s not selfish wanting to keep it that way.” The blonde meta shrugged.  Her anti-social tendencies were definitely inherited from her father.  Something she really couldn’t shake.

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MJ was in a training room, her hair pinned half back and her hands wrapped as she pounded away on a weight bag.  Letting out all her pent up frustrations about being sidelined out in her combo of punches and kicks.  Sweat sticking to her as she did her best to keep calm, every part of her wanting to scream and she knew how dangerous that would be in a metal container underground.  She gripped the bag stabilizing it.  Catching her breath before turning back, “If you want to spar come in, if not I was here first.” The girl groaned.

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cattticus:

atticus had grabbed his book as they had been evacuated from the camp , herded under the ground. they say you’re not supposed to grab anything , it could put you at risk if you dilly dally with material items but there was no way he was going under the ground without something to distract him. he couldn’t stand the fact that he was hiding out when he should have been defending this camp , these kids. 

when another joined him he placed a bookmark inside of the hardback and closed it “ how are you fairing ? “ the trainer asked , arching a brow at the newcomer. 

MJ had just moved into the den, she had to give it to the camp.  They knew how to maximize space.  Even in a should be a cramped underground situation.  She took a seat next to a trainer when he spoke up she just shrugged resting her head in her hand.  “A bit annoyed like everyone else, but other than that i’m just tired.”

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cagekin:

⠀⠀⠀❛ shit, shit, SHIT. ❜ bonnie was panicking, to say the least. in all the confusion, she had lost track of her brother and was now in a frantic search within the bunker. shoving through the mess of people attempting to get themselves organized and begins to call out his name. ❛ jason? jaso— ❜ she cuts herself short when spotting the young sitting next to another on top of their claimed bed, happily chatting away as if nothing were wrong and whether or not his conversation partner was engaged.

❛ jason james cage! you do not go scaring me like that! ❜ the moment bonnie stomps her way over, the boy goes silent and a guilty expression washes over his features, despite him not knowing what he’s done. ❛ i’m so sorry. i’ll get him out of your hair. ❜ she briefly turns her attention to the other sitting there, offering an apology.

MJ had stumbled upon Jason in the big mess of movement from the camp toward the bunker, unable to find anyone connected to the child during the chaos she kept him close.  Hoping someone would start looking once they were all inside.  She held the young boy’s hand, and guided him inside propping him on a bed and handing him one of her favorite books.   She was pointing to some of her favorite picture when she heard the boy’s name get called and her head shot up noticing the woman closer to her age.  “I’m assuming you're the big sister I’ve been hearing so much about..” She chuckled before looking between the two, “Oh no it is fine! He’s actually good company.” The girl joked smiling at the younger boy. 

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the white - haired mutant boy jerked awake suddenly , sitting up and rubbing his hands down his face with a groan “ huh ? what – what time is it ? ” he asked in his sleepy yet thick european accent. “ still locked under ground ? ”

Mj shrugged “I think it’s a little after ten, I haven’t really left my bed today.” Even though she knew her parents would judge her for missing out on keeping up with workouts.  Given they were all trapped underground, she preferred it to at least have one day of just mild relaxing.  

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     river quietly made a cup of coffee, this was his fifth cup now, he could positivity say his nerves were shot. a loud explosion from above made him jump a bit, “goddammit.” he muttered to himself as he tried to handle the pot with no avail his hands were too shaky. the boy ran a hand through his locks with a quiet huff, he looked back to see someone waiting for him to finish. “sorry,” he muttered getting himself together long enough to refill his cup, “any idea what’s going on up there?”

  Mj was nursing her own cup of coffee when she first noticed River.  A light sympathetic sigh escapes her lips at his nervous behavior.  Everyone was feeling it, just some were better at hiding it than other.  “You’re fine.” The Canary replied simply, “You probably shouldn’t think too much about it... we can’t do anything about it or help, thinking too much on it is just going to keep frying your nerves.”

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No way, is that ELIZA TAYLOR? Oh, wait, no, that’s just MORIA ‘MJ’ JAMIE QUEEN. They’re about TWENTY years old, and came here from STAR CITY. They’re the daughter of OLIVER QUEEN & DINAH LANCE. From what i’ve heard, he/she/they DID know who their parent was. I don’t know what exactly they’re capable of, but I wouldn’t mess with them, I hear they’re pretty SARCASTIC, INCONSISTENT, & SHORT TEMPERED. Even so, I’ve also heard that they're LOYAL, PASSIONATE, & DETERMINED ( ooc. | allie, est, she/her. )

Under the cut is a bio on my little song bird here.

Named after her late grandmother,  Moria was born to Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance.  The Green Arrow and Meta Human Black Canary.  It was unknown if she had inherited her mother’s metagene until she was seven years old and was kidnapped by Cupid in an attempt to lure out Oliver alone.  The stress of the abduction triggered her ability that mirrors that of her mothers, untrained and unsure of what was happening to her.  She screamed at Cupid knocking her back and almost killing her if her parent’s hadn’t stepped in.  It was unknown how it would have turned out.   Moria adopted the nickname MJ three years later after finally getting to be around the other Justice League Children.  Growing a distaste for how formal her first name sounded and wanting to come across more her age.  She only lets a select few of people actually call her by her first name, others she just groans and ignores them until she hears what she wants.    The Young Canary never grew up coddled, her father trying to prevent his children from turning out like he was as a child.  She grew up comfortable but never truly spoiled.  She understood the value of the world she came from and how she should be grateful it and she was.   After she finished school, she planned on her joining her parents as a vigilante but for now she’s complacent in just training.