Nebulous // AU

Jul. 18th, 2015 05:30 pm
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[somewhere in unspecified time and space, a call has been made.

Robin's hanging out at his place, leaning back against the table, looking idly over the instructions on the back of a large box. "Twister". someone explained how to play this game to him while he was drunk at a bar a few nights ago, and said it was the "best thing ever"--but he thinks their explanation had more stripteasing and body shots than the box is really bothering to tell about.

anyway. he called his friends over so they could give it a try, and here you are.]
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Skeleton City // AU

Jun. 9th, 2015 08:59 am
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[welcome, welcome. they call it the city where "the dead" come to rest. isn't that funny?

disorienting. the tunnels are cramped. lots of people. lots of doorways. a maze of gates and windows carved from stone, built from scrap, assembled in the same way that wasps slowly build nests with their own spit. Oren's been dropped mid-level, far below the sunlight. the fans are long-since out of sight.

however he got here isn't clear, but he'll find himself in an alley. long, dark stone. light bounces in wet spots off the ground. it smells like earth and garbage. some of the windows here have things in them, like nondescript single-color curtains, or a boring family totem. some of the windows are boarded up. the "apartments" are tall, but it's hard to tell where the homes end and the ceiling begins.

there are a couple shady-looking people hanging around. scrawny guys. one of them has a young face, with dirty-bright neon hair and a gaze devoid of any brain cells. the other guy's got hollow eyes and leathery skin. they both look dirty and poor, no way around it, even with the strange cut of their clothes and the young one's affinity for spikes. there's a third figure huddled in some blankets by some crates, but they aren't moving.

the two look at him as he walks in. they pretend they didn't, a second later. but they're obviously spooked, as they go on with their inane, mumbling conversation. something about someone busting up someone's apartment over an argument. probably not important.

the streets past the alley more, but no more welcoming. most people don't come down here unless they're workers, vagrants, or too poor to go anywhere else. "Level 6", they clarify, about where the fight took place.]
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