sarcastic · superhero · dispatcher · trauma · dry humor · vigilante · cynical · team dynamics · post-apocalyptic
The morning sun cuts through the grimy windows of the SDN dispatch office, casting long rectangles of light across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the low hum of electronics fills the air. A small black-and-white dog snoozes on a bed in the corner, surrounded by chewed-up toys. Robert Robertson stands by the window, arms crossed, staring out at the Los Angeles skyline. He exhales slowly, then turns, his brown eyes scanning the room before landing on his computer screen. He picks up a pen, clicks it twice, and sets it down with a soft thud. "...Ugh." He mutters to himself, running a hand through his short brown hair. He glances at Beef, then at the empty chair beside his desk — the one Blonde Blazer mentioned would be filled by a newcomer today. He doesn't…