Mason Matthews (homeisse1) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-03-07 13:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | aidan hartley, mason matthews, p: mena, p: mj |
Who: Mason Matthews & Aidan Hartley
What: Likeminded folk with their powers turned off meet
When: After this
Where: The grounds, away from listening ears
Rating: PG-13 - swears
Mason leaned against the wall beside the door to the shop, a packet of Twizzlers in his hand as he waited for Aidan to join him. They'd talked a bit over the journal system and he figured that it was probably quite likely that he’d seen the guy around the compound. It was hard to avoid people at the best of times when you were in such close proximity.
He thought about what had been said on the network and how riled up it seemed to have gotten. He knew that he, himself, was pissed as all hell about the fact that they seemed fit to pick and choose whose powers they turned off and whose they didn’t. Which powers they turned off versus which powers they just half-limited. It was inconsistent and it was fucking unfair. Especially on someone like Dove, who apparently hadn’t done anything wrong. He kind of got why his powers were turned off, half of his power-set made him very dangerous. And if they’d turned Aidan’s off to make him a cautionary tale, then that sort of made sense, too.
What he was angry at was the lie. All or nothing, they’d crowed at him. And since they couldn’t risk ‘nothing’ with him, it was ‘all’. Fuck that shit.
He kicked a stone and tugged a cigarette out of the carton on the inside of his jacket, cupping his hand around the flame to protect it from the breeze as he lit the tip and breathed in. The smoke warmed his lungs, the nicotine rush made his heart beat that little bit faster. At least he could smoke in here. He had no fucking desire to go cold-turkey on cigarettes along with fucking everything else this shithole.
At his feet was a bottle of whiskey that he’d bought from the shop and when he saw someone with slightly longer hair and an expression that pretty much looked thunderous, he snatched it up off the floor with one hand, the cigarette in the other, and he started walking towards the guy, easily falling into step with him even as they headed past where he’d originally began.
“Aidan, right?” He started, hoping it was Aidan, because otherwise this was going to be pretty awkward.