My name is Hal Townsend. I’m twenty four years old living in some nowhere town just outside of New York city. Not too outside to be a country bumpkin, not too deep in to be a city slicker. I merely exist in one of those millions upon billions upon trillions of places that toi pass par without much notice. Those small towns that toi pay no mind to where people just go to stop existing. People that don’t really live, but don’t have a desire to kill themselves. They just go there to stop being. But if you’re born in one of these places, toi either just accept your lot in life and just decide...

"—gonna make a big scene with a nuclear bomb! Gonna rent a limousine with his sunglasses on—"

Roux sung to herself quietly with her usual bop to her movements as she watched the streets and blocks go par through the tint of her shades, the world being the fitting dark and doomed tint that she saw it as. She sat in the taxi's backseat with her hands rested uncomfortably in her lap, having pulled on a hoodie over the clothes that she had been wearing a long with a pair of sweat pants she had brought as what would be her third switch of clothes since arriving. For some reason, Raven had a lot...

“I-I don’t know K-Kore, I feel a little exposed…” Yoon stammered in front of the mirror, pulling down on her grey short-shorts. This link Kore chose was nothing like the conservative outfits she owned. “I-I think these shorts are too small for me, they don’t have a bigger size?”

“Eeeeennnooopppeeee. This is a Spencer’s honey, not Marshall’s.” The rose haired woman popped the bubble of her bubblegum, leaning against a mur and snickering secondes later as the self-conscious Keeper kept eyeing herself in the mirror. She was wearing a mini denim jupe and an almost see-through...