The Divine Queer Gardens

[Joule]

Take a stroll around GG's gorgeous gardens, complete with their very own hedge maze.



And peacocks. There are peacocks everywhere.

[Waistcoat]

The Mansions gardens were a sight to behold for anyone to visit it. A variety of trees and bushes surrounded the little pathway in the center of it all. Jacquine was mesmerised by its beauty as she strolled down the stone path taking in the nature of it all.

‘Mister GG has such takes such good care of his garden’ she thought to herself a small smile spreading across her face as she breathed in the clean air.

Eventually she came across a small fountain shooting water in such a rhythmic fashion surrounded by a large variety of flower pots and stone benches. She was feeling a little tired from the walk so decided to sit down on the bench and feel tiniest flicks of water land on her exposed feet.

It was lucky for her that the benches were placed so far away from the fountain; otherwise her dress would be soaked. A small breeze flew about causing all recipients to sway gently as it passed by, almost as if they were dancing it felt cool against Jacquine skin during the summer heat.

She felt at peace here.

[Joule]

It was one of the rare times in which Nat was, first of all, not half naked, and, secondly, looking for some quiet downtime. Using his powers to bend light around him and become invisible, he escaped the cameras, making his way through the flowery parts of the gardens.

Book in hand he walked aimlessly while reading, small sleek glasses resting on his nose. They could easily fix his eyes, he could more than afford it, but there was something old, nostalgic, sophisticated about his glasses that he was fond of. He only ever wore them when reading his books anyway.

"History of the 21st Century" The cover of the book was dark leather, the title embedded in it in gold.

It was a good day.

[Herald]

Traipsing through the dry ground of the gardens, Arayda searched for some peace and quiet. Sanctuary in her bedroom was not enough with the noise from downstairs. She quickly changed into in a white singlet, fitting jeans and knee length boots before leaving without notice. She was full from eating Rachel's pancakes and with only her phone and a set of headphones on hand, she entered the towering maze, taking another random path until she met with the first dead end.

With her arrival, she got on bended knees, brushing her fingertips through the blades of grass to feel the soil.

The dryness alone was enough before she pocketed her phone, not yet blasting her songs into her ears, and decided to settle in the sweet silence. Settled into a corner, she took a seat and rested her head against the foliage to get some rest.

[Freefall]

Maxwell Newgate/Leviathan

Max had arrived late last night, and barely had the time to put his things in his bag before he passed out. They were so far from the beach right now, and he desperately wanted to surf, but the pool was a little crowded when he passed, but the gardens felt full of fresh air and that was better than being cooped up in doors.

He stretched his arms high into the air, he'd seen a couple of people but they honestly didn't look like they wanted to be disturbed. Max by passed them and found himself a nice little spot under a tree he could sit in and let the wind blow over him. It wasn't sand, sea and surf but it'd do for a while.

[Phoenix]

Life was... God, how was life? Terrible. Why would he even question that? It was always terrible, and people were terrible, and everything was unfair and he was allergic to flowers. Nathan loved flowers.

He had taken probably more allergy medication than was healthy, but with his body, he'd burn through it all in no time, and stayed up wind as he made his way through the gardens. It was summer. It wasn't like there was ever much pollen around anyway.

'Your love for flowers is your subconscious telling you something. You only love the things you know you can never have. You're self destructive because you're running away.'

Nathan scowled, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants. The voice had been particularly active that day, never ceasing in its soft mumbling of terrible things. Murder, fire, death, how he had all this power and yet refused to use it. Same old same old. It needed to get some new material. Nathan was starting to feel like there was a broken record in his head.

But wandering aimlessly around the gardens helped enough. It was quiet, it was calm, and with his allergy to pollen, the last place anyone would ever look for him in. Not that anyone would want him. Unless they needed something. It was always like that. It was better that way. It was painful.

Oh! Forget-me-nots!

[Divergence]

A ginger girl was standing in the gardens, looking lost. Coincidentally, that was exactly who she was. A ginger girl. Who was lost.
"I really should have studied the map more closely," she whispered to herself, somewhat remorsefully. What a great start of day one. Nothing lifts your spirits in a competition like getting lost the moment you enter the grounds. They told her to walk straight ahead, but when she tried that technique, it led her to a wall. Either they weren't clear enough with their instructions, or she was simply walking straight in the wrong direction.
This is what happens when you let someone talk you into participating in reality shows, she thought to herself, sceptical as ever. She had only agreed to this because it was an opportunity to work with other heroes; but now she could add one more reason to the list why she was against this kind of stuff. How.. unexpected.
"Oh well," she sighed and picked her luggage up again. She'd been standing here for a few minutes now, admiring the garden, and perhaps it was on time she tried a different route of approach.

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