[centre][img]https://i.imgur.com/NWNGAS2.jpeg[/img][/centre][centre][colour=61DE2A][h3][b]Tyler Harven[/b][/h3][b]Wish Therapy[/b][/colour][/centre][hr] [colour=61DE2A]“You know, I never thought I’d end up here.”[/colour] “What? Lying in a shitty alley?” [colour=61DE2A]“Language. And, no. I meant alive.”[/colour] “That’s pretty grim. Are you this bleak all the time?” [colour=61DE2A]“Pretty much. Optimism is overrated. It never really appealed to me. World’s too fried for that.”[/colour] “Hm. Ever considered going to therapy?” [colour=61DE2A]“... Nah. Wouldn’t work out.”[/colour] “You won’t know unless you try. Who knows? It might even help.” [colour=61DE2A]“I’ll pass, thanks. I have a hard enough time not scaring people who don’t know me. I’d give a therapist a heart attack with what all goes on in my head. Good talk, though.”[/colour] “... Good enough to let me go?” [colour=61DE2A]“... Yeah, not happening. You’re a lot braver than you look. Most people would have already pissed themselves by now.”[/colour] “Who says I haven’t?” [colour=61DE2A]“TMI. Well, anyway, it’s about time I get going now.”[/colour] Tyler stood and brushed his pants off, cracking his neck both ways with a satisfying sigh, the glow of his eyes dimming slightly. The half-naked, dark-haired man hanging from the streetlight swayed slightly in the wind. “Leaving so soon? I thought we were having a moment there.” Tyler chose not to acknowledge that last sentence. [colour=61DE2A]“The cops will be here in a few, and I have a job to get to. Good conversationalist or not, [i]you[/i] are not gonna make me late on my first day.”[/colour] Tyler paused with his back turned. [colour=61DE2A]“Oh, and try not to do this [i]offal[/i] again. Trust me, it’s not worth it. Find a hobby or something. Ciao.”[/colour] The sirens started the moment he stepped out of sight. Hands stuffed into his pockets half-consciously, his eyes began to wander, taking in the sights of the city he was about to leave behind. Grand buildings pierced the sky, filled with bright lights that made him squint and avert his gaze from the blinding semi-skyline. His eyes flickered to the street to his left, watching a junkie puke his guts out onto the pavement, graffiti-covered wall. Wow, that was some impressive art. Never seen those words used like that before. Too bad whoever made it decided that [i]this[/i] was the best use of their talent. Tyler sighed. ... God, this place was a five-star mess. He was gonna miss it. Just a little, though. He wasn’t one for sentiment, and he didn’t hold as high an opinion of this city as some people did, for whatever reason. But, he had spent quite a bit of time making a name for himself here as a... On second thought, maybe he wasn’t going to miss it nearly as much as he first thought. He was certainly not going to miss his “fans”. Those people were absolutely baked in the noggin’, and that wasn’t a statement he made lightly. Seriously, what kind of person sees something like him in action and gets [i]excited[/i] about it? No, thank you. He was content to stay well away from that nonsense. He did not need that kind of energy in his life. Tyler checked his watch. Three hours left. That was plenty of time. [hr][centre][colour=61DE2A][b]Claremont Arrival[/b][/colour][/centre][hr] Claremont was... different. That was his first thought. Of course, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing by any means. It was refreshing, in a way. He’d gotten way too used to living in DTLA. He was way too used to living in the US in general, actually. Not that he missed home or anything. There was a good reason that the entire place was burned down. It was a poison that needed to be purged one way or another. In less dreadful news, there was the SDN building on the map. And, it was all the way over there. ... ... He had half a mind to just throw caution to the wind and book it, but he wasn’t that stupid. It was tempting, though. It really, really was. Taking a cab was too much of a hassle right now, so he just started walking. It wasn’t like he’d be late. Shorter legs or not, it wasn’t actually that far off. Well within walking distance, really, just... this type of walking distance was a bit different than he was used to. Was it too much to ask for a curse to be a little proportional in its effects? ... Of course, it was. Eventually, Tyler found his way to his destination. His gaze roved over the building for a brief moment before he entered the building and made his way through the corridor. He watched everything, his eyes darting around to take it all in as he walked. He carried nothing but a bag slung over his shoulder. Usually, he’d carry his things like a normal person. Not anymore. He pushed a door open and found himself in the middle of... something. Or nothing at all. Most of them were just standing around, but the costumes gave him an idea of what exactly was going on. [colour=61DE2A]“Ah. Hello. I assume you must be the heroes? Nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you all.”[/colour] He would have offered a smile, but his face never really cooperated when it came to that.