|A small goth from Scotland. Loves X-Men, Bioshock and the 50's aesthetic. Also a writer who actually draws more than writes. Oops.|
Halloween or April Fool's?Outside parties are a weird concept - especially when it’s eleven at night in October. Clearly not everyone feels the same - almost the entirety of Jean Grey’s School are outside, partying like there’s no tomorrow.
There’s alcohol too - carefully kept out of the way of the younger kids, but the teenagers are allowed a small drop. As one of the only sober ones around, you have a lot of blackmail material you can catch on video.
Well, it is Halloween - evidenced by the fact almost everyone is wearing ridiculous costumes. Even the every gothic Rogue is dressed up - albeit in an outfit she thinks is ‘cool’. The only people who aren’t dressed up are you, a few of the kids, and Mortimer Toynbee.
Speaking of, you see him across the garden chatting with Scott. Now that beer and vodka has whittled away Scott’s tough jock nature, he seems to quite like him. Good - someone needs to give Mort a second chance. He hasn’t exactly had an easy
The AceThey were half lives; doomed to die at young ages. The only chance for them was to die in battle, to open the gates and spent an eternity in Valhalla.
Ace was a war boy. A half life. So why did he keep on going when everyone around him was getting sicker by the day? He had tumours - most of them did. And while they got bigger and made his breathing raspy and short, they weren’t terminal.
He watched his best friend die not long after the Immortan’s rule began. He had died at eight thousand days; passed away in his sleep. Painless. But he wouldn’t have made it to Valhalla, dying soft.
Seven hundred days later another friend died, screaming ‘witness!’ as his car went up in flames, the smoke billowing up and blocking out the sun.
From that day on, Ace was alone. He tried to be friends with the other boys, but it wasn’t the same. The three of them had been through everything together - he would never find friends like that again.
Time passed, and every da