Realistic or Modern We bring an ARSENAL

[ROUX]

-Jasper-


"Didn't you already do that?" He said pointedly at the comment.


Jasper stood on the floor of the gym with his legs crossed at the ankle, phone out as he texted someone with a bored expression on his face. He planned to round everyone up in a few minutes, arriving at about four o'clock to make sure everything was in place.


Disturbed by the loud yell from one of the rooms, he had been jarred from his work, and moved to investigate. Davin was already on his way to the gym when he'd arrived, and Jasper hand watched, amused, as the German took out his anger on the item of equipment, obviously too frustrated to notice. He could guess his brother was pretending to be fine, probably fuming behin his earphones...


Will hadn't seemed to have changed too much in his habits, always trying to avoid his problems until he snapped at the worst possible times...he'd have to keep an eye on the younger man for that very same mental instability.


The agent looked up from the phone, sighing as he returned the item to its place.

 

[The Almighty Cutie]

\\Celine\\

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Celine had woken up an hour earlier, her insomnia acting up after months of dormancy. A crick in her neck, and an aching right upper arm, and Celine was not a happy camper. "You would think they'd have more comfortable beds," she had hissed under her breath.


After fixing her disheveled hair and getting dressed, Celine found herself roaming the halls, rollings her eyes and scowling at the louder awakenings of the others. How she wished she could be crouching up in her perch instead of walking down on the ground. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a bun, her face void of makeup aside from eyeliner and mascara. She had no reasons to try impressing any of the people she was stuck in the building with.


Sighing, Celine let her head loll from side to side as she felt her stomach growl. While she didn't want to stop her pointless wandering, she knew she would need something in her system to keep herself from killing anyone she was supposed to be working with. So the blonde turned on her heels and started down the opposite way, heading for the kitchen.



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//Sean//

Sean twitched at the sound of a loud shout, nuzzling his face against his pillow. He was in the state between consciousness and sleep, giving a soft groan as he burrowed further into his bed and tried to slip back into the dream he had been having. His blankets were slung across the bed, tangled with his legs and wrapped around his left arm as he softly began snoring again. In his light slumber, he couldn't help but feel as though something were off and he was forgetting something. The thought poked at him until his mind reentered the dark void of sleep.