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Me, crabwalking out of my room in search of drink at 2 am: THORSTy… THORSTY….

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Devon knew to brace himself when all of this had happened–an unexplained explosion plus a pyrokinetic makes a logical assumption all around, but he really wasn’t in the mood for pointing fingers today. Flicking his lighter on and putting it out again, he settled for leveling Dixie with a look that conveyed his displeasure with his chosen opinion, before he turned his eyes to the fires that danced before his eyes. At least the fires hadn’t done anything to garner his immediate irritation–they were doing just as fires did.

“Your mouth runs faster than your head, Dickies.” Concentrating in the flames, he inhaled, let them lift up and linger, before he let out his breath and let it dissipate. “You should get that checked before it gets you into any trouble you wouldn’t want to be in.” He felt the flames roar louder, his anger seeping through his powers, a reflex still there, even with his stubborn attempts to scrub it out of him.

( Old habits died hard. )

“My guess is an IED or something, maybe an arson job that got careless,” he commented, a defensive tone to his voice, something bitter and unspoken that he kept inside. “You got other ideas?”

“Dixie,” he corrected him immediately at the slip up, though it had been mostly a reflex. Their team of vigilantes sure did love to butcher his name in any sort of way or throw a spin on the fact that it sounded like Dick. He knew that it was mostly the way he acted,  but at the same time, he paid tribute to the overall combined lack of humor summed up by the entire team in any given situation. Devon, for example, well, Dixie wasn’t even sure the guy knew how to smile.

Regardless, Dixie definitely didn’t know when to quit, and couldn’t resist getting in one last quip before moving on.

“The good type of trouble or the bad type of trouble?” The cheap grin on his face faltered as he processed the rest of what Devon had to say. He forced himself to focus.

“I dunno... IED sounds pretty weak--for this level of destruction, I mean. Arson, maybe, but that still means somebody had a motive, right?”

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“Nothing, it’s just….”

The more Theo explored, the more he got the feeling that they shouldn’t be inside. The smoke and the foreign smell aside, the site was, figuratively, too hot right now. Dixie’s comment stuck with Theo - what if someone did do it and they were coming back to finish the job? As he walked along the wall, shining the flashlight in front of him, he came to the end of the hallway to an office. It was blocked off by so much fallen material and debris, but Theo worked at clearing it away, determined to get inside. Once it was clear enough for him to get through, he ducked down and went for it.

The closed door had been burned and warped in the fire, so it didn’t take much for Theo to kick in the handle after a couple of tries. Theo swung it open and was going to call out behind him, but stopped once he realized he was standing in a puddle. The metallic smell was all too familiar, and a wave of nausea passed over for a moment. He followed the puddle into the office and around the desk, until it just stopped. Theo looked around, spotting a couple of filing cabinets that had been knocked over, some burned bulletin boards and diagrams, and a busted window. It didn’t make sense to him how – 

A drop fell in front of Theo and he froze. He didn’t dare look up. 

“Dixie……I think the cops missed something.”

As Dixie noticed the absence of his friend, he stopped what he had been doing and joined him at his side.

When the moment caught up to him, he noted a number of odd things. The smell, not entirely unfamiliar but still assaulting his sense of smell nonetheless, hung thick in the air. This was just for starters. Then there was the window. If this part of the building was still standing, it didn’t make sense to him why the window wouldn’t be in better shape. And to bring it all home, there was the overwhelming realization of what he was standing in.

He turned his head briefly to Theo before throwing it back to look at the ceiling. Dixie wasn’’t entirely shocked at what he saw, but it didn’t stop his eyes from bugging out and his jaw from dropping.

“...Fuck.”

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justanotherrpmeme :

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

bold which habits your muse has

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Injured/Injury Starters

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

“Can you look at it for me?” 

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# / $ / ♀

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

Dixie TO Ol’ Ironside: 

Dixie TO Ol’ Ironside: Actual documentation of Charmaine in the morning

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

Dixie TO Ol’ Ironside: Alright. Goodnight. Love you!!

Dixie TO Ol’ Ironside: OH GOD WRONG PERSON WRONG PERSON

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

Dixie TO Ol’ Ironside: i think the worst part about this city is that i like it better than the last..

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✆ ☎%

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

Dixie TO Sad Romance: WHY IS IT SO BRIGHT OUT

Dixie TO Sad Romance: SUMMER WHY DO YOU HATE ME

Dixie TO Sad Romance: 6:00 AM THERE SHOULD NOT BE SUN

Dixie TO Sad Romance: WE MIGHT HAVE TO START MEETING FOR BREAKFAST AT MIDNIGHT

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

Dixie TO Sad Romance: I just saw thg best dog. Ever!! Hurry conome quack

Dixie TO Sad Romance: …..quick

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

Dixie TO Sad Romance: is it illegal to steal smthing if you intend on returning it?

Dixie TO Sad Romance: and would that be called illegal borrowing???

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warbvcks:

“Yeah, Dixie’s here, too. Let me call you back.”

Theo hung up the phone, and by the time he looked up, Dixie had already made his way over. “Hey, wait a sec….forget it,” Theo huffed and caught up to Dixie, the billows of smoke disappearing into the night sky above them. Once he crossed to a certain point the air grew thick with the smell and some other kind of stench, but it didn’t affect Theo all that much.

He figured he’d be fine to poke around for a while before the smoke became too much, but at the thought he reached forward to place a hand on Dixie’s shoulder. “Hey. I know you’ll be Fast and Furious with it, but just…be careful, okay? We might have five minutes max before the rest of the roof caves in, and I do smell something besides smoke.”

Theo sighed and ducked under the yellow tape, entering inside.

There was a large pile of wreckage he stepped over as soon as he got in, and he took his phone and shined the flashlight around to try and make sense of the interior. He immediately spotted what might’ve resembled small pieces of furniture, but Theo kept moving as he spoke.

“Huh. That’s not weird at all.”

Dixie gave a surprised look before twisting his face into a grin. He didn’t doubt his abilities one bit. The first sign of a cave in and he’d snatch Theo up and carry his teammate out with him. Nothing to be worried about. Still, it felt oddly comforting to have somebody worried about his safety for a change. Somebody ought to worry about it after all.

He gave nothing but a mock solute in response and began zipping throughout the room.

Here and there were bits and scraps of his belongings, but nothing was whole enough to be salvaged. It was a shame, really. All that time and effort gone to waste. It wouldn’t be so hard to rebuild if the other warehouses weren’t also in shambles.

“What’s not weird?” the speedster asked absently as he shifted through a rather larger pile of bricks and burnt plywood.

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|  DIXIE ELLIOT  |  WHIPLASH  |  SEVENTEEN  |  ENHANCED SPEED  |  CLOSED  |

You learned early on the number one requirement for a successful con was fast. Fast fingers; fast mind; fast feet. Fortunately, for your parents, you had all three, and were more than equipped to follow the family line like the dutiful caboose you were born to be. Except what they didn’t account for was your willingness to comply, or lackthereof. You might have a quick mind and sharp tongue, but nothing quite prepared you for the harsh reality that, when it came to your family, it was join or die. Perhaps too literally. With such an expansive network across the city who knew what type of boogeyman could be pulled from the sewers to exact revenge. So, you did what you do best: you ran. It’s hard to go anywhere your parents, or the people controlling them, can’t reach, but you think you’ve found your own little slice of heaven. At least for now. God knows you always find a way to screw it up.

FACECLAIM: MILES HEIZER

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☎

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

Dixie TO Babyface: I’ll  be thr e in like 2 seconds I promiois 

Dixie  TO Babyface: I know i siad tht 10 min ago but 

Dixie TO Babyface: forreal this time

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✉ / ✘

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Dixie TO Sugardad: can i nominate you to be my role-model pls

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

Dixie TO Sugardad: I know you invited me to stay w you and all

Dixie TO Sugardad: but you snore like youre alerting the city to an oncoming tornado

Dixie TO Sugardad: im trying to sleep

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✉ + ♀

Send ��✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Dixie TO Tabasco: u have like THE BEST eyes but u also kinda scare me tbh

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

Dixie TO Tabasco: ok, im only txting you this bc everyone else is out on patrol and wont text back, but like

Dixie TO Tabasco: u guys are like my only friennds and im feeling super lonely

Dixie TO Tabasco: can i come hang out with you??

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“Fuck... Fuuuuuuuck,” Dixie groaned as he scrubbed a hand over his face. It wasn’t the first time since the explosion that he’d gone to see what was left of the East End warehouses--what was left of his home. He’d been around once already, early in the morning. Once the cops had left the scene, it was safe to be around but not noticed. It gave him time to investigate sure, but moreover it gave him the opportunity to take it all in; the destruction of everything he’d worked so hard to establish since moving to this hole-in-the-wall little neighborhood. And just when he was finally starting to feel safe.

It didn’t make things any easier now though.

Dixie had brought Devon along because he was the only other person in this group of theirs that he knew frequented the area. He didn’t live there like Dixie. But he did spend enough of his time there, Dixie supposed, that it warranted a visit after all the destruction.

But that was then, and this was now. And now Dixie felt all the frustration that came along with seeing his home in shambles and standing next to the only professional pyro in town. He couldn’t help but let it slip in this misguided anger but...... 

“You know it’s so weird that everything just exploded huh? Out of nowhere. Do you think it was an accident maybe...?”

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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While most people were either tucked away in bed or stumbling out of the clubs at two in the morning, Theo was wide awake, sitting on the roof of an apartment building fifteen stories high. His feet dangled over the edge. It wasn’t planned, but once he pulled himself up over the ledge, the view had been breathtaking enough for him to stay. It was a quiet night except for the occasional wind breeze that pushed right around Theo before traveling on.

There was something about standing up there, with that kind of view, that made him feel big and small at the same time. And also a little like a modern-day, real life Miles Morales. Just without the bite. And the cool as hell spidey senses.

Either way, early morning visits through the city were Theo’s favorite – he enjoyed watching the rest of the world wake up. That was easier to acknowledge than the fact he hadn’t been able to fall asleep yet. Once he’d found out he wasn’t fatigued after staying awake for more than fifteen hours, Theo had started the bad habit of not getting enough rest - it had to be a by-product of his powers. He was on hour forty four.

Before his mind had time to wander and the self-judgement of avoiding sleep (read: nightmares) settled in, that’s when the explosion happened. He heard it before he saw it. The site wasn’t far away from where he was, and it didn’t take him long to scale the wall down and jog over. He slowed as he got closer, by that time the authorities had blocked off the entrance and were taking care of the damage the best they could. Theo decided to just stand in shadows until they left, and when they did, he made up to get a closer look. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the damage – and within moments, someone called him. “…Yeah, the police are leaving now. I’ll check it out and call you when –”, but before he could finish, Dixie appeared at his side.

“Jesus, you could give somebody a heart attack just appearing like that,” Theo mumbled, but Dixie had continued talking. Theo was going to stop him before something Dixie said caught his attention. “Wait. You think someone is the cause of all of this? I thought I heard an officer call it in as a gas leak.” Theo looked back to the building, then. “But even if there’s someone responsible - why this place?”

Dixie had planned to say more, but quickly shut his mouth at Theo’s insinuation. Dixie had said said ‘whoever’... ‘Whoever did this’. He hadn’t even realized it until the other commented, legitimizing his concerns. Was he really still so paranoid to think that it was somebody after him? He thought he’d moved on from that theory.

The blonde nearly stuttered in gathering himself for a response.

“I mean... I’m not totally sure someone did this...” he looked toward the destroyed warehouses, “but I don’t think it was any gas leak.”

He looked back to Theo, hoping his response hadn’t given away to much and considered what to do next. The police had all packed up in the time it took their conversation, and the last ambulance was long gone. There wasn’t anything stopping them now.

“I say we check it out,” he blurted before turning abruptly and taking strides toward the scene.

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If there was one thing Dixie did not inherently consider himself, it was lucky. But he’d be damned if that wasn’t the best word for his predicament now. Because despite the scorched brick and debris covering a good third of the block, he wasn’t one of the blood-soaked bodies turning up seaside with shards of glass puncturing his skin. Instead, he was one of the fortunate bums that had been away from their squatter’s residence when the explosion occurred.

4:00 AM and he was coming back from a night’s patrol to find his newly acquired couch as a heap of ash and faux leather in the center of what once was his home.

He stood watching the police wrap up their investigation from a distance. The remaining survivors had either long since been escorted to the hospital or were being ushered away now. And Dixie did not plan on leaving anytime soon. Not when the worst was already running through his mind.

Had this been another scare tactic delivered by his family back home? A warning to return? Or worse, an attempt on his life...

Dixie knew it was a poorly devised theory, paranoid at best. After all, there were plenty criminals here in this city that were more than capable of this; none of which had to travel miles from home to do so.

Beyond his own inner thoughts, he supposed it was only a matter of time before someone else from his group showed up to investigate. They were a nosy bunch, he knew. When he made out Theo in the distance, he made quick work of showing up by his side. Nevermind he was on his cell talking, Dixie began jabbering away.

“Theo, I’m so glad someone’s finally here. Can you believe this? All this,” he gestured with a wave of his arm toward the leveled plots of land, followed by an imitation of an explosion, “boom--gone. Whoever did this is seriously fucked up. And sneaky too, I mean, I was out around town and I had no idea any of this was going on...”

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drapetomania (n.)  an overwhelming urge to run away