marcus (_drac) wrote in missionreports, @ 2016-09-01 21:18:00 |
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He walked quietly for his brawn. Barefooted and draped in standard issued sweats, Marcus once more ruffled a towel through his hair as he walked down the hall of subbasement two. The super had indulged in the sauna on ten and was making his way back to his room with a sense of nonchalance. Where others within Poltergeist felt shell-shocked at the mass casualties of Romeo, Marcus felt little more than the blunt edge of callousness. Marcus had seen so much loss and had helped in so much bloodshed that he narcotized himself from all the horrors and constant realities just for survival purposes. Death of supers happen and it would happen again just as sure as Marcus knees would ache right before a bad storm or how his back would bitch with pain while being transported to his next drop. |