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[magicmoment]

Who: Jasmine
When: Day 1, morning
Where: Jasmine car!!

[We've all got some DOORS TO WRESTLE WITH, huh]

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[magicmoment]

[this woman, for instance, is having significant trouble with the whole prying her door open thing. since. look, being physical isn't exactly her forte.

as things stand she's got it budged by a few centimeters and is trying to widen the crack]

Is anyone there?!

[kingofexplodokills]

[ See, here's the thing. Normally? He'd blow this shit open, right here and there. But he can't make his quirk work so instead of opening it up like a normal person, he's inside his room, kicking and punching this door like it's going to just fall off if he hits it hard enough ]

THE FUCK IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN, HAH!?

[s2g]

[ what's a guy gotta do to get a little shut-eye around here?

he feels. he'd stopped feeling a while back, stopped everything a while back, and yeah, slinging all that weight off had been hard to take at the end, there, the way it's always rough to finally stop resisting the force that'd been driving you all those years. but it'd been easy, too, because a little peace and quiet had been long overdue.

which is the polar opposite of what Wolfwood's getting right now.

everything comes back into focus like a fever dream; the setting, the sounds... and the first thing through his head after "goddamn it" is that he wants a cigarette. so anyone still in the car will find a tall and lanky man slouching in the doorway, looking keen and clear in the face of disorientation. ]

Oi. Anyone got a smoke?