Warren Worthington III

To say the protests had dispersed would have been something of a misnomer. The protests had been dispersed, through force, courtesy of the giant machines that had been sent to do just that. The fires had been put out, as well. And most of the bodies had been hauled from the wreckage. Leaving visible mutant corpses just laying around would have been tacky, after all.

( Cut for Length and More Disturbingly Parallel to Current Events Potentially Triggery Subject Matter. )

[OOC: NFB and NFI for distance, and once again, this dystopian fiction AU is far, far too reminiscent of current reality. If you've been giving the news a pass this past week for your own mental/emotional health, you might want to give this post a pass, too. Many thanks to glacial_queen, who plays a spectacular WWJr. OOC commentary is welcome, if you feel so inclined.]

Warren frowned as he made his way into the condo that he used to call home. It was exactly how he remembered it- a little too clean, a little too unlived in. Even his room hadn't changed since the last time he'd been here with Karla. There were only a few things missing, which Karla had vanished and taken with her before they'd gone tearing off to the other side of the country to save his father's life.

It was almost easy, walking through here, to get caught up in that feeling all over again. Almost. Looking out over the New York skyline conjured that feeling he remembered from doing so as a little boy, complete with the urge to spread his wings, and even a tinge of shame to go with it. He bit it back, spread his wings a little (so surreal, to be able to do that without a harness holding them down), and turned to face his father, who was lingering almost awkwardly in the doorway.

( It's more imposing than I remember. )

[OOC: NFB for distance and establishy, with canon bits and snippets taken from http://www.25moments.com/ with blatant disregard for dates because otherwise I'd be all kinds of Jossed by that DoFP thing that happened. Open for texts, bearing in mind that time moves much more slowly in Warren's home reality, so ICly your characters could be waiting for hours for texts back.]