Alex «Havok» Summers (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tolaywaste) wrote2014-05-12 10:48 pm
tolaywaste) wrote2014-05-12 10:48 pm
Entry tags:
- !tw: fire,
- [ alec ],
- [ anya ],
- [ ben ],
- [ lydia ],
- [ morgana ],
- [ peter ],
- abandonment issues: x-men edition,
- admiral wtf,
- anger problems r us,
- fuck yo barge,
- fucking machines,
- fun with destruction,
- get me out of here,
- god who even invented aus,
- i have a lot of feelings but shh,
- in the street they look like,
- literally just don't care,
- lock me up again,
- mirror alex is a good friend,
- when everything else is gone,
- where's team dad,
- where's team mom,
- why think when you can yell & hit stuff,
- x-family is least functional,
- » ic
29. » spam + text
spam } barge, day 1
[He died. He was alone. He was in the dark. There was not much air because the heat of his passage strangled it out, and then there was nothing, because his head was cut off by . . . something. Some monster.]
[Some man.]
[Marsh.]
[He remembers the way his body tried to keep breathing, even though it absolutely couldn't. And he remembers waking up, as alone in life-after-death as he was in death. More alone. Erik is gone. Charles is gone.]
[He trembles when no one is around, feeling hemmed in by the airless levels and the close quarters. But when people are nearby, he acts bigger than he is, a cornered animal reminding other animals that he is still more dangerous than them. Look at him sideways, stand too close to him, and he'll lash out with his fists or his powers. There's madness in his eyes and a scar on his neck, and he is alone, alone, alone.]
text } end day 1
Fuck loyalty. Nobody's loyal.
spam } port, remainder
[Now it's too open. He is practically agoraphobic after the close quarters of the broken-down Barge; it's too bright out here, and the people look at him with suspicion as he looks at them with fear and aggression.]
[It won't be long before he tries to pick a fight with someone he shouldn't on the ground, but before that his fear will get the best of him. He'll stick close to the few people he still knows and trusts. Everyone else will be attacked, no questions asked - maybe a couple answered.]
( ooc; text refers to this; alex's backstory here. encounter him anywhere, let me know how much damage you're cool with your character incurring. return tags coming fromletslip. )
[He died. He was alone. He was in the dark. There was not much air because the heat of his passage strangled it out, and then there was nothing, because his head was cut off by . . . something. Some monster.]
[Some man.]
[Marsh.]
[He remembers the way his body tried to keep breathing, even though it absolutely couldn't. And he remembers waking up, as alone in life-after-death as he was in death. More alone. Erik is gone. Charles is gone.]
[He trembles when no one is around, feeling hemmed in by the airless levels and the close quarters. But when people are nearby, he acts bigger than he is, a cornered animal reminding other animals that he is still more dangerous than them. Look at him sideways, stand too close to him, and he'll lash out with his fists or his powers. There's madness in his eyes and a scar on his neck, and he is alone, alone, alone.]
text } end day 1
Fuck loyalty. Nobody's loyal.
spam } port, remainder
[Now it's too open. He is practically agoraphobic after the close quarters of the broken-down Barge; it's too bright out here, and the people look at him with suspicion as he looks at them with fear and aggression.]
[It won't be long before he tries to pick a fight with someone he shouldn't on the ground, but before that his fear will get the best of him. He'll stick close to the few people he still knows and trusts. Everyone else will be attacked, no questions asked - maybe a couple answered.]
( ooc; text refers to this; alex's backstory here. encounter him anywhere, let me know how much damage you're cool with your character incurring. return tags coming from
letslip. )
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How do you figure? If we're not counting the dead, I mean.
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