Realistic or Modern Heroes, Villains & those In-Between (OPEN - SEE INFO INSIDE)

[A L M O S]

HEROES, VILLAINS & THOSE IN-BETWEEN
NEW ATLANTIS
PRE-DAWN, CLOUDLESS SKIES WITH A LIGHT EASTERN WIND
MONDAY - 05:33 AM
LOCATION : EASTERN CITY DOCKS

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The sun had yet to rise in the sprawling city that was New Atlantis. This did not, as it never had and never would - deter agency in it’s wards. Many had been awake for hours now, and most would wake soon enough - to change shifts in keeping the city alive. This task often proved more literal among these buildings, streets and homes, than in those sister cities of the still young Metropolis.

The sound of sirens blared down the highways, drowning out many snoozed alarms and frightening rats back into the sewers. The red lights of the ambulance cutting through the blue of the two police cars escorting it - together proved a dazzling display, commanding a clear line through the reluctantly ceding early morning traffic.

They headed east, past the gilded monuments of the finance district, past the ironically fashioned ‘traditional’ town-houses which kept worried spouses docile - as their husbands failed to come home from another ‘late-dinner’, past a few high end stores - and the large black cars who had been parked in front - their tinted windows and silent vigil not allowing the worried shop owners any comfort, past a few buildings that became more run down by the second - until finally the three vehicles reached the docs. All three now quiet.

The cold morning air had the officers and emergency personnel rubbing at their noses and cheeks, flinching as car doors slammed in the sudden quiet. A bell tolled somewhere - most likely a fishing vessel anchored a ways in, and water lapped softly against pier walls. Mist lay across the calm water, and everything seemed peaceful. Then again, it made sense - the victims were dead, they had gotten the news a minute before they had arrived.

The stone crunched under their feet, as one tall detective and and a few emergency personnel solemnly walked over to the boat - which lay creaking quietly against one of the few remaining wooden docks. The thing was old, worn down and filled with moss and rust. The water line hinted at it carrying a rather large load on a regular basis, and that at the moment - it should be nearly empty.

On the wood jetty next to it, lay three bodies - currently covered in white tarps, which contrasted heavily with the grimy surrounds. Next to it, stood a two men. One, assumed to be the harbormaster, the other a patrolman. The latter was ashen in his face, and a quick look to the side confirmed that he had been sick behind one of the nearby crates. Try as he might, the shivers and wide eyes gave away his sheer terror at the situation. The former, stood looking contemplatively at the three covered forms. In his mouth there was a dead cigarette, and the smell of salt, fish and tobacco hung about him. He seemed strange to the setting, as if befitting a small fishing village more than what was the ass end of an international harbor. His formal dress, shaved face and sober eyes were the only things hinting at his station.

“Greetings. Inspector Gerfast. Report.” The tall woman stepped forward, her long brown leather coat flapping behind her in the light wind. She nodded her chin at the guard, while keeping her eyes on the harbor master.

“M- Morning Mam! The harbormaster here spotted the Vessel - The…” He fumbled around, patting his pockets for a note, when the man next to him gruffed out “The Urchin” - not looking away from where the bodies were. The guard continued “-Uh yeah, thanks - The Urchin, the ship - he spotted it round four this morning. It was not on the register, so he made some inquiries. When nothing turned up he set off to check it out. Got me to help. Found three bodies in three coffins near the bottom of the vessel. Heard a noise. Opened them, saw they were alive. Got them out, they were choking-” He jumped slightly when the man next to him roared.

“Choking?! The fuckers were coughing their lungs out! They could barely speak! Then they started bleeding black shit from every fucking orifice they had, before drowning on dry land! The middle one, god bless him - tried to stay awake as long as possible - missed him by a minute you did.” He looked up at the detective, a sad look coming over his face as he placed his hand over his heart. His eyes returned to the covered bodies. The guard stayed silent.

Gerfast looked at the corpses, nodding at one of the medics to lift the tarps one by one. She looked them over, frowning. They were pale, covered in a black ooze that seemed to have dried quickly in the morning air - lines running out of their eyes, noses, mouths, ears - and by the look of the staining - everywhere else as well. It explained why the tarps were clean at least. There were light scratches across their faces, a quick look at the hands showed that it was most likely self inflicted. Two deep punctures above the still wide eye sockets - as if someone had driven two centimeter thick nails through the skulls - and into the pre-frontal corteses, before removing them. She looked to the harbormaster.

“You said one of them stayed cognizant for a while. Anything they shared? A name? A motive? Any final requests?” She kept an eye on him. She did not really think he had anything to do with this, but it was better to be safe than sorry. The situation had already met a bit of a dead end - and nothing would come from being casual about it now.

“Aye, mum… that he did. Kept asking me to kill him. Broke my heart not to.” He sniffed slightly, not looking away. Gerfast sneered, before she looked out over the harbor, to where the tallest of the Skyscrapers were only now being gilded by the sun - their uppermost points glinting with the new morning.

New villains, and new heroes. Neither quite aware of how fucking complicated they made her job, and - she assumed - none caring. From leagues of evil to leagues of justice - they all can’t seem to help pissing in her porridge at least once a week. Clearly this was the work of one of them. It did not match any descriptions from before, but when it was this weird, well - let's just say she was willing to bet on it. Which meant she will have to interview at least some of them. And make a public address. Which will lead to a frenzy. One word rang through her head.

Shit.

[I put this here as a bit of background and an intro to the story - things will go on, and you can choose to interact with the plot, or create some of your own plot. Things happen whether you affect them or not. Gerfast will be the sort of middle ground - the person who will investigate the mystery, and ensure that the story moves forward - you can choose to interrupt her or aid her. She is an NPC, along with whoever did this and their CS's will remain secret - so as to not spoil the story. If you just want to play with your char in the work, and not take part in the main story - feel free to do so. I will try and make a post every day on how the story develops outside of.

Please use your first post to introduce us to your char. Have them do something that gives us a clear indication of who they are and what we can expect. It helps you set the tone for the rest of your RP. Every day I will make a general post - which will indicate a time stamp. We will move forward in 24 hours cycles. So you can start from this stamp, up until 6 AM Tuesday - when you will get an update of what has happened in the city. Think of it as morning news. Try and stay within this frame, so that we all develop at similar paces.

If you are seeing this for the first time, and you wish to join in, please go to the provided link, and create a char sheet. Tag me in it [@Almosegosum] - and take some time to read through what we have, and try and integrate yourself. If you tire from the game, inform me, and we can remove you in a manner you would prefer. Try to not just disappear. Better to leave in game, and return as another char than to just up-and-out - and derail the established stories.]​

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/heroes-villains-and-the-space-in-between.341810

THE ABOVE IS NOT MY THREAD - I TOOK IT OVER FROM hitman654
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HuntedFox hitman654 GardenParty T That_Irish_Person The DoomyFish The Elder

Here you are people - Finally! Please inform me of anything that goes amiss. Any complaints, and Ideas - feel free to share with me. Again, I am learning here - and learning is best done together! Help me, to help you! Be the change YADAyadayadayadayadayadayada....

 

[A L M O S]

Christopher and Co.

Spoiler: BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE...

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Name: Christopher Hugo
Alias: Strings
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Sexuality: Bisexual

Name: Akane Sato (M)
Gender: Female
Age: Looks mid 20's

Name: Renard Harris (BOND)
Gender: Male
Age: Looks to be around mid 40's

Name: Lucas Silva (Q)
Gender: Male
Age: 19

EARLY MORNING, CLOUDLESS SKIES WITH A LIGHT EASTERN WIND
MONDAY - 08:27 AM
LOCATION : NEW ATLANTIS CEMETERY

The cemetery was cold. The early morning air courting the remnants of the quickly evaporating mist. Christopher frowned at the sun, placing his sunglasses upon his nose, before sniffing obnoxiously loudly. The cemetery was quiet, the only sounds coming from the city far away, the sounds of morning birds, and the light breath of wind in the tall grass adorning some of the unkempt graves. There was also the sound of gravel crisping under his soles as he re-positioned his pose, and his attempts at trying to keep his nose from running. Behind him stood a woman, quietly - almost deathly so, carefully looking at nothing - seemingly waiting for something. His dark blue jacket complimented the dark burgundy of hers. As was planned. Aesthetics and all that. He sniffed again, his ear twitching as he heard a car slowly approach from far away.

His eyes returned to the grave before him. It was recently closed. On it, the name of a brilliant mathematician who had died two days ago. He worried his lip, a crease forming between his brow. He had really wanted to be at her funeral. She was so brilliant, and he wanted to see her before she went under. He wanted to say goodbye, and explain what he was gonna do - before... shit. This just felt like stealing. He let out a deep sigh. "Are you going to do it? Within the hour? Or do I need to move your morning appointments?" The voice came from behind him, and he turned to her.

"I am, I am... I just. It feels like a waste. I wanted to offer her tea at least." He glanced over at the grave again. The woman in red rose a brow, before taking out her phone and threateningly holding her thumb over the unlock button. "Fine. Fine. God dammit..." Christopher walked over to the grave stone, and sat down on the cold marble - taking out a cigarette. The lighter flared to life, and he leaned back a bit, taking a deep drag as he extended his legs - hoping the sun would warm them a bit.

The woman in red nodded, unlocked the phone and began talking to someone, while typing on the keypad. The gravel crunched under her heels as she started walking away - towards the gate of the cemetery. She arrived at the gate, and opened it with practiced ease, using only one hand - and typing away with the other. A beautiful midnight blue and silver Phantom drove through the gate - and stopped a few meters off as she closed the gate behind the vehicle - before getting in, and driving back to the grave where Christopher still lounged.

Christopher, who had been focused on the grave, did not react to the car stopping a few meters off - nor did he react when a middle aged man got out - his suit immaculate and his hair perfectly trimmed. The man walked over to the grave, and help out a cup - steam rising from the slit at the top.

"Your Tea. Sir." The man's face remained stoic, holding the cup towards the other. Christopher paid him no mind, and remained focused on the fresh grave. Everything became quiet again, and the only sound that could be heard was the faint tapping of what sounded like knuckles on wood - though muffled by about six feet of earth. A few minutes passed. An hour passed. Two hours passed. The car window rolled down.

"We have to leave now, if we wish to get back before your meeting." The voice was calm, and matter of fact. Christopher growled, but got up anyway - groaning as his legs and backside complained from his previously uncomfortable position. He took off his glasses and reached out to Renard - who now held out a handkerchief along with the by now cold tea. Christopher took the hanky and dabbed at his eyes - which had glassed over, if only a little bit.

"God... she was amazing." He smiled down at the grave, speaking with a a breathy sigh - before replacing his glasses and taking the cup. He sipped at it - grimacing at the cold tea - while he got into the car - the door being help open by Renard, already taking out his tablet and reading some reports. Renard and Akane remained quiet, as the former closed the door and got back into the car before he began driving. After a few moments, Akane reached into a leather bag next to her - and took out a medical file - handing it back to Christopher. In it were a few ex-rays and DNA reports from some or other super who had been shot by some or other super during the evening... god that sounded boring. But it paid well - so... yea. With a small smile, the three quietly drove back to the city - as behind them, a charming old mathematician quietly lay in her coffin, awaiting her second death.

 

[That_Irish_Person]

You would think that this early in the morning people would still be asleep or just waking up to get ready for the day. Amanda had been awake for the past thirty-six hours, she was recently asked to hack into a local man’s bank account. She likes knowing as much as she can about her hacking victims. This man’s name was Rupert Garnett, he was forty-seven years of age, he lived alone in a small apartment around forty minutes from where she lived, he had a gambling problem and was in debt to a lot of people -one of them wanting his money now-, his birthday is on June 5th 1972 Amanda sat on the bar stool at her kitchen bench staring out of her floor-to-ceiling at the city below her, a warm coffee in a glass latte on the bench, she aroma filling the almost empty room. She had been working to hack into Rupert’s bank account and to transfer $45,000 from his account to this man’s account which she could only assume was fake because this kind of business is risky and accounts are easy to track. “Good morning….”


Amanda made her way back to her computer, it would only take her a short while to finish the hacking, maybe an hour at the max. She leant back in her chair after she had completed the hack before opening a new tab logging into a fake bank account waiting for the money to come in. She changed her accounts everyday, a new name each day…. A new identity each day…. She would transfer the $12,000 to another account, then through to another account. She didn’t get into that much trouble with the law anymore because she was always one step ahead of them, always covering her tracks. She was almost untraceable, it would take someone almost half a year to find out information about her, where she lived, her banking details, she tried to hack herself and it took her a long while to be able to hack into her computer and housing system, everything that she had.


She wasn’t one to spend her money straight away, only to divide the money into multiple accounts to get more interest. She liked to save money, she always thought of the future. If she had to move city or country than she would want to be positive that she had money somewhere, because we all know that without money we are screwed. She needed to refresh herself so that she could officially great the day, she had things that she had to do today, although it was rather relaxed, she had to go out for lunch with a so called “friend” and possibly go shopping. Amanda walked into her shower, the water automatically turning on when she walked in, she changed the temperature with a few touches on the tiled wall. The steam from the shower was filling the room, she walked out of the shower and wrapped the towel around herself eventually changing into a black, knee nigh, business skirt, a white button-up blouse and some black heels while finishing off her coffee she had that morning and finished reading a book that she started the night before.​

 

[The Elder]

Miles/Natalia Redd​

Location: Unknown Residents
Day: Monday
Time: 8:45

The Redds are New Atlantis most infamous mafia family. The own many buildings and businesses throughout the city. They fund many gangs as well. The Redd's legally make their money off of businesses they invested in, while on the illegal side they make money by shipping drugs and guns, business deals, and pulling off hits. The family has been in the Mafia business for quite sometime now and it doesn't look like it'll be ending soon.

As the morning began, Natalia woke up from her slumber and climbs her way out the bed. She grabs her black silk gown and looks at her bed seeing two beautiful women sleeping. She walks to her dresser grabbing her cigarettes and lighter. As she exits her room she lights her cigarette. She walks through the long hallway where armed men are standing. She peeks into her brother's room seeing how he's spread out on his bed still sleeping. "Of course." She said. She closes the door and walks down the stairs were more armed men were walking around, and some were watching sports. Each and everyone of them said good morning to Natalia with the word Ma'am at the end. She walks into the kitchen where their butler was making her a breakfast burrito. She sat in the stool placed in front of a granite island. She grabbed her table and started swiping through the news. "Morning Charles, is there anything special planned today?" "Good Morning Master Natalia, and besides the normal shipments there isn't anything special. You have a free day. Well Master Miles be attending breakfast today?" He asked her. "I highly doubt it Charles." "Of course Master Natalia." He brings her breakfast burrito and places it in front of her, along with salsa, fruit, and orange juice. "Thank you Charles." She said still scrolling through the news. As she scrolls she finds the report about the tragedy that happened at the docks. "Hmm now that's highly interesting. Listen to this Charles." She said then begins to explain the situation the. "What a tragic story ma'am? It seems there's a new player in town ma'am. What are you going to do about it??" "Hmm I'm not sure just yet Charles, but trust that something will be done." She places her tablet down and begins eating.

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[The DoomyFish]

Vaughn Caldwell
Location-Downtown New Atlantis
Day-Monday
Time-8:50am

A slender and tall silhouette stood on the corner edge of one of the many skyscrapers the adorned the New Atlantis skyline. The glowing red crown seemed to hover over it's head as if it were the Halo of some angel, though it would be had to imagine angels looking like this creature. A kind of billowing black smoke emanated from the silhouette, only to be carried over it's shoulder to stretch out behind it. It looked like a shot out of a horror movie.

Vaughn had spent most of the night in this Monsterous form. Much as he disliked the lack of feeling it was important that he kept up his practice, the last thing this city needed was a pissed of transdimensional conquerer with a hunger for human life. The silhouette let out a sound similar to a sigh of exasperation and cracks began to spiderweb through it's jet black skin. In an instant the black skin erupted off, fizzling into nothing as the shards flew through the air. Standing in the place of the Shadow King, was Vaughn.

The cold air of the morning whipped at his back, as he looked down to the city streets below. Everything seemed brighter and he could see the city beginning to wake up. He pulled his phone out of the Levi blue jeans he was wearing and checked the time. It read 8:52am. Looking a bit perturbed, he began dialing the number to the Cafe he worked in a few blocks away from the crappy apartment he called home. When his manager picked up he began his little white lie. "Mary I just woke up I might be a little late coming in today... Fifteen minutes tops...Yeah I know, I'm sorry still getting used to the civilian life...thanks Mary I'll be see ya soon." Hanging up the phone he hopped off of the ledge and opened the roof access door to the stairwell.

It took him seven minutes to make it to the ground floor, fortunately he paced himself and managed to not work up a sweat. The fact that he took of his coat probably helped a bit. Luckily his apartment was across the street and only on the third floor. He briskly crossed the road getting several annoyed honks from the people rushing to their own menial jobs. Smiling and waving at the Cars blowing their horn only got him a finger, and it sure as hell wasn't a thumbs up.

As soon as he made it inside he turned the stove on, put a pan on the stove, and left to take a three minute shower as it heated up. The shower was cold and unforgiving, which gave him more than a few nostalgic memories from his days in the deserts.

After drying off he took his clothes with him into the Kitchen where he made himself some scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. He managed to wriggle his black slacks, white button up shirt, and black leather non-slip shoes on in between bites, surprisingly without getting anything on them. The only thing that remained from the day before was his dog tags which he never removed.

Sliding out the door Vaughn didn't bother to lock it, his apartment was basically barren, he didn't even have a television. It would take a special kind of person to find something worth stealing in there. The Click clack of his hard soled shoes acted as a timer on his way out the door counting down the seconds to his arrival at work. He wound up being a bit later than he had initially said, showing up at 9:21am. Nonetheless his manager greeted him with a smile as he made his way into the Poseidon seafood Cafe.

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[A L M O S]

Christopher and Co.

Spoiler: BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE...

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Name: Christopher Hugo
Alias: Strings
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Sexuality: Bisexual

Name: Akane Sato (M)
Gender: Female
Age: Looks mid 20's

Name: Renard Harris (BOND)
Gender: Male
Age: Looks to be around mid 40's

Name: Lucas Silva (Q)
Gender: Male
Age: 19

LATE MORNING
MONDAY - 11:27 AM
LOCATION : PURGATORY CLINIC & POSEIDON SEAFOOD CAFE

The melodic tunes of Max Richter's Recomposed Winter no. 1 ran through the marble, glass and steel interior of "Purgatory". The few people that worked there, walked silently - paying the music no mind. Neither did they the screams coming from one of the two main surgeries. Christopher did pay them heed however, and it prompted him to roll his eyes for what felt like the seventh time in the last seven seconds. He stood over a body, which lay prone on a table in front of him. The body was of some or other muscly, stupid piece of droid rage - who had been shot last night. Normally he could handle them, put them under and finish his work quickly and effectively. This one was paranoid however, so no putting him under, and no localized anesthetic to 'undermine his combat prowess'. Christopher rolled his eyes again as the man screamed.

"I swear to god... if you do not shut up and stop whining like some hormonally inundated bitch, I am going to pull this scalpel from this wound, and shove it up your ribs." He whispered, sneering as a the beast of a man shifted and smeared some blood on his coat. The thing served as a lab coat... but looked more like some or other extended dinner jacket made of white silk - with a less ostentatious collar of course. The man groaned again, but seemed to take the threat for what it was, and lay still - if only slightly so.

Normally Christopher did not mind seeing big brawny guys going all squirmy, but when they were this stupid it just pissed him off. He would admit that the bullet wound was rather bad... whoever did this either became very lucky or really wanted to piss this guy off. It was almost as if it were designed to hurt, rather than kill. All sense of any sympathy that might have been building in him flew out the window when the man shifted again, screaming loudly. Christopher ripped the bade and clamp out and threw them onto the surgery tray next to him, and started walking away from the man, taking off his gloves as he did so.

"Where the FUCK ARE YOU GOING?!" The man roared trying to push himself into a sitting position, but falling down again and whimpering. Christopher opened a cabinet to the side, took out a crystal glass, and a bottle of cheap whiskey - before pouring himself a few fingers. He turned, and sipped at it, while glaring at the man. "Are you fucking drinking!" The large dazed eyes gained a tinge of fear, and Christopher smirked.

"Why, yes... I am. It seems I found a secondary mutation. Along with super strength you are also a capable of transfiguring your pathetic excuse of a brain into that of a pretty princess while trying to cope with pain. And If there is one thing I have no time for, it is royalty - so I am going to drink, you are going to scream - and we are gonna get that motherfucker out of your shoulder." Christopher commented - matter of fact while downing the drink and walking back to the table, bringing the glass and the bottle with him. He took another swig, presenting the bottle to the man on the table - and putting on fresh gloves.

As the playlist moved on to the next track, screams could be heard coming from operation room two once more, this time - not stopping for a few minutes.

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Akane stepped out of the Phantom, and pulled her bag closer to herself. Dulled her sensibilities might be, she still did not like this part of town. It was less clean. Less refined. And she hated the fact that Christopher wanted Calamari from this place. And only this place. Christopher had sent her away the moment he entered the surgery - stating that he wanted a nice basket when he was done - lemon, tartar - the works. She pulled her bag closer.

It was not like she did not know why. It was the boy. A powerful, effective young guy - who could be a valuable asset. Courting him by buying disgusting, oily seafood from him seemed... unreasonably wayward. But it was not she who was running the show. Christopher was. And he liked drama. And he liked Calamari.

She stepped into the shop, her deep red coat, and refined posture drawing more than a few eyes. Of the 44 times she had been here, of the seven current patrons - three had been here twice, two thrice and one had been here nine times while she frequented the space. The rest were unfamiliar, but seemed to range from lower blue collar to mid white. Her eyes ran over the group, noting them noticing her, her face not betraying any emotion.

As Christopher insisted, she was to drink a coffee there - and 'chat' - a thinly veiled hint at recon. She took her usual seat, and took out her phone. Waiting on the waiter. The DoomyFish

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[HuntedFox]

Joseph Mayne
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Location~ His apartment near a housing district in New Atlantis.
Day~ Monday
Time~ 11:30

Warm morning light filtering through thin curtains and half-open blinds... the quiet whirring of a fan that had been working all night. And the unorthodox beeping of a tired alarm clock that had gone off for the third time that morning.
These, the surroundings of one Joseph Mayne.

His eyes flickered open exhaustedly, foggy vision slowly moving upwards to rest on the digital screen of his clock. He narrowed his eyes in slight confusion, before thoughts finally clicked.

"Oh sh*t!"

He clambered out of his bed, turning his clock off via slamming his hand frustratedly down on the 'off' button.
The young man had no recollection of how many times he had hit snooze, only that he was late for work.
Precisely half an hour late.
Of course, Joseph was by no means regularly late to his job. In fact, he was usually five minutes early. As he scrambled anxiously to get ready... the only excuse he had, albeit one that he could not tell anybody, was that he'd stayed up horrifically the previous night.

It wasn't exactly that fact that he had stayed up, but more of what he had done. Ordinarily, if your average twenty-whatever year old had stayed up insanely late one night it would be because that person had stayed up all night drinking, hanging out with friends, or both. Generally both.
But not Joseph.
Jospeh was what one would call, humbly, a superhero. And this particular superhero had to go on patrol Sunday night. Not only that, but nearing the end of his shift he had caught a few wanna-be super-villains trying to cause trouble.
This had left him with painful bruises, a few lacerations and a distastful lack of sleep.

But just because he was a superhero doesn't mean he didn't need a job. It was fun and all, but it didn't really pay much.

As soon as Joseph was ready he high-tailed it out of there as swift as possible, heading down the streets in his formidable mountain bike.
He worked in a low-key corner-store not far from where he lived. His boss was kind and fairly forgiving, and the job payed well-enough. Joseph only prayed he would still have the job after today.

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[That_Irish_Person]

Amanda wasn't one of those typical 'let's get ready so we can make some progress today' people, she was more of a 'If I have plans I need to be on time otherwise I am not going to bother' people. She was going out to lunch with Vaughn at 1:25 this afternoon, Vaughn was sort of like her little brother but a little different from everyone else. While Amanda was still trying to find her feet in the world as a newly programmed human, many people had taken her into their care, one of them turning her into a soldier for war. She was called 'Seven' then and was in Vaughn's platoon, she saw Vaughn as someone too young to be fighting in a war and wanted to be there for him in a dangerous world. The last time she had seen him, he almost looked dead, covered in blood and the light slowly draining from his eyes. When she felt out he was still alive she was ecstatic, but when she found out that he was also a Shadow King she didn't really know how to feel. He had asked her for help with controlling the demon and has been trying her best to help him tame the beast and help control the beast.

Amanda took out her phone and text Vaughn 'Hey, are we still on for lunch today? 1:25 at where again?' She smiled a little when she looked at herself in the mirror, her lips were shining a little because of the lip gloss she had put on, and her hair perfectly permed. She grabbed her keys to her apartment, phone, and wallet before walking out of the door making sure to lock it. She walked out onto the street and looked at her watch showing the time of 11:47, her bus would be at the bus stop at 12:24. She would be able to make it with about ten minutes to spare where she could read the news that she didn't get to watch that morning. She walked pass people that she could recall accidentally running into four years ago, and people that cursed at her when she was crossing the road in front of them three days ago. Her memory was that of a computer, literally it was a computer, when her programmer had programmed her he wanted her to remember everything he told her and showed her, bank details, passwords, usernames, accounts, people, shopping lists, memories. Everything you could think of, he wanted her to remember everything.

When Amanda had approached her bus station there was an elderly lady and a young girl sitting down on one of the chairs, the lady was comforting the little girl who was crying over a spilt ice-cream. Amanda couldn't help but feel a little guilty having seen the little girl cry and just stood there doing nothing about, so she walked up to an ice-cream parlour near by taking 3 minutes from her spare time, she bought the little girl a strawberry ice-cream and walked up to her. The little girl's face instantly lifted as Amanda stood in front of the little girl holding the ice-cream, the smile on the girl's face made her feel a little happy inside but her face didn't really show it all too well, a small little smile popping up. "Thank you Miss!" The little girl hugged Amanda's waist and took the ice cream from her hand, the older lady giving a kind and soft smile to her while thanking her for her good deed. Her bus pulled up at the station and she waved goodbye to the two on the chair while swiping her card on a little box and sitting on one of the seats looking down at her phone reading the news, "Hmm... I didn't think much of that place anyway... Probably just some men that didn't pay their money for some drugs or something..." Her eyes widened when it clicked that she was speaking her thoughts out loud, some people looking at her with puzzled faces.
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Texted: The DoomyFish​

 

[The DoomyFish]

Vaughn Caldwell
Location- Poseidon Seafood Cafe
Day-Monday
Time- 11:34 A.M.

Vaughn had just finished closing out his latest table when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He drew the phone to see that it was Amanda asking about lunch. He quickly texted his response back saying "Yeah I'll clock out for break when you get here...where do you wanna go?" After he made sure the message was delivered he stepped out to drop the check at his table. That's when he spotted Akane, the stunning employee of his Personal fail safe.

Smiling and thanking his customer for their patronage he made his way over to her, picking up a mug and coffee pot from the waiter station on the way. "A pleasure to see you again Ma'am, I'm assuming it's gonna be the calamari again?" He looked over his shoulder at his manager who nodded to him tapping her watch and signaling out 20 minutes. He had told her when Akane first showed up that she was his therapist to help him deal with the memories of the war. He didn't really like taking advantage of his veteran status, but then again it helped out alot.

He poured Akane a mug with a very steady hand, and sat in the seat opposite of her. "So then, besides the octopus, what can I do for you?" He asked her with a smile, in a obviously flirty tone. He found Akane to be attractive sure but that wasn't his only reason. She was so professional and serious that Flirting was just fun for him.

Interacting with- Akane ( A L M O S )
Texted- Amanda ( T That_Irish_Person )​

 

[That_Irish_Person]

There was something about watching everything go by out of the travelling bus, it was almost like watching the world revert back to it's moonshine and speakeasies days as she passed through the dodgy part of New Atlantis, seeing people on the streets in jumpers next to fires or having sex in the nearby alleyways for money. Amanda was snapped out of her little daydream when her phone vibrated in her hand, the screen lit up displaying Vaughn's name texting back 'How about the Bayside Cafe?' She quite liked that place, it was a cute little brunch restaurant that she used to work at once upon a time. It took her a while to put her phone back down as she remembered seeing Vaughn's face smiling at her. She got off at the next stop and started to walk in the general direction of the cafe.

Texted- Vaughn ( The DoomyFish

 

[A L M O S]

Christopher and Co.

Spoiler: BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE...

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Name: Christopher Hugo
Alias: Strings
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Sexuality: Bisexual

Name: Akane Sato (M)
Gender: Female
Age: Looks mid 20's

Name: Renard Harris (BOND)
Gender: Male
Age: Looks to be around mid 40's

Name: Lucas Silva (Q)
Gender: Male
Age: 19

LATE MORNING
MONDAY - 11:34 AM
LOCATION : PURGATORY CLINIC & POSEIDON SEAFOOD CAFE

Christopher plonked down in a chair, grabbing a drink from a silver platter - presented by a man in a dark gray suit. The other walked away while Christopher glared at the roof, slowly cleansing his palette and mood with something from the top shelf. A few minutes later, Lucas arrived - holding out a a phone - sitting down next to his employer.

"That was a shitshow and a half. Do you need a massage? I can have one arranged." Lucas spoke with his usually chipper voice, already dialing on the phone. He had been in his office while the operation concluded. At first he thought it was rather violent sex, then it sounded like violent murder. Then it sounded like a mix of the two. When he had come up to talk to Christopher, the patient was just leaving the surgery, all patched up - with a dazed look on his face and what could either have been a small smile or a grimace. Either way, he kept out of the way while the other left.

"That it was. And no thank you, I have a few things to sort out first. I need my reports by the end of day, please." Christopher took the phone and pressed the green button as Lucas walked away. On the screen flashed Natalia's name. He thought it best to check with her first. He sipped at his drink as he waited for her to answer. The Elder

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Akane remained poised, offering a polite lowering of her head in his direction - along with a breath of a smile. While she was sure he was just playing coy - she could not entertain the idea of sex. Christopher has made it clear. They were in essence tools. Toys even... but not those kinds of toys. It was something he really struggled with, because it would be such a powerful blackmail tool - resurrect someone known to be dead and seduce a politician. The sheer scope of possibility... But alas - the taboo stuck.

"Greetings, Vaughn. When has it not been?" She chuckled. Once. "You are quite busy today. Can you spare the time?" She had seen the manager okay it - but she felt social ordinance required her to at least offer him the illusion that she was taking his needs into her consideration. "We are slightly concerned. You have been rather... active as of late. Are you maintaining control? Your living arrangements boarder on squalor. [she looked around the space, her face remaining impassive] We wonder, whether you would not be more stable in a more... controlled and... manicured environment. The DoomyFish

 

[The DoomyFish]

Vaughn Caldwell
Location- Poseidon Seafood Cafe
Day-Monday
Time-11:35am

Vaughn simply shrugged when Akane started as if giving up on the calamari conversation. After assuring her he had the time to talk he listened to her "pitch" of sorts.
"I can assure you my control is in excellent condition, I have a specialist helping me with it so its become alot easier for me. Which also is why I've been more active." He shifted a bit in his seat exchanging the flirting posture and mannerisms for a more relaxed position. "As for my living situations, yeah I could go for some new digs. Though I don't know about controlled, I've had plenty of structure for one lifetime." He chuckled a bit as he leaned forward
"Look tell your friends I am very great full for the...insurance you guys are offering. But as for my life I'd like to leave that in my hands." He got back up for a second to get himself a coffee cup and poured the coffee into his mug. He added no sugar or cream as usual. Sighing after he took a drink he spoke up again "I'll at least take a look at what you guys have in mind, but if I don't like it I'll have to decline." His phone vibrated again and he looked down to see Amanda had suggested Bayside. He responded quickly with a "yeah sounds fine, see ya soon." Before he he looked back at Akane.​

A L M O S
T That_Irish_Person

 

[duegxybus]

A Daily Struggle
Location - Pinefield Heights Apt. Complex, New Atlantis -> Streets, New Atlantis
Monday, 11:35 AM
Myra Kolinsky​

It looked as if she wasn't going to wake up at all on this day, but wake up she did. The girl's arm hit the table next to her bed. She sat up with a jolt and a gasp, staring at the wall. That wasn't supposed to happen. She looked at the alarm clock and smiled. Today was a Monday, so she didn't have work immediately. Work would have to wait. Food could come first.

The girl rolled out of bed and looked in the mirror. She looked at her hands, then at her face. A reflection with piercing green eyes stared back. Just what Myra needed to see every morning. She made her way over to the shower, grabbing a towel as she got into the shower. As she turned on the hot water, Myra began to recall that one thought about trying to turn into an ostrich. How would others react to an ostrich running down the streets? That might make a fun experiment later on during the day.

By the time she finished showering and got dressed, she heard the doorbell ring. Outside was a package with a note attached to it. She tossed the package on the couch and opened the letter.

Dear Miss Kolinsky,

It's Michael. He wants to talk to you

SCHRRK.

That was all that Myra had to read to tear the note in half. The note fell to the ground, but by that time, Myra was out the front door. There were steaming footprints at her doorstep. Myra walked through the streets, pulling out her phone as she made her way to the large news building.

OPEN FOR INTERACTION​

 

[NyxDarling]

Einua Creui
Location- streets, new atlantis
Day-Monday
Time-12:40am


Einua sat silently on the curb of one of the many winding streets of new Atlantis, his back arched against a stop sign pole. Skin bracing gingerly against the cold of the metal, the sound of people walking to and fro. conversations starting and suddenly dropping, accompanied by the sound of car's and taxi's turning the blinkers on, honking at each other and driving off into the distance.The bustle of the city was a normal thing, the background white noise of life moving on. Gentle fingers raised,and flushed against the sides of his head. The sound of exhaling echoed out, drowned by the sound of the city's white noise.

Knuckles turned white as they braced against Einua's cheeks, pushing heavily against his temples in order to alleviate some of the pressure welling up in his head, the migraine hat had started this morning had only gotten worse with each minute that passed by. he stretched out carelessly, his feminine form on display for most to see, although clothed in black skinny jeans. and a shirt that fit tightly and had "give love freely" written all over it. Most people at the first glance they took his way thought him agirl, this caused him to get cat called alot, and hit on by guys; that is, until he finally told them....he's a guy. he got a laugh out of that kind of thing all the time. Although, because of his feminine appearance, no one took him as a threat...which was a good thing. But, he had to live in a constant state of fear and misery because of this. He couldn't...wouldn't let anyone get to close....or let anyone in, he was to dangerous. It was best for him to just wander around aimlessly.

Although, Einua hadnt much thought about staying in the shadows in the current moment. The scene splayed out in front of him in slow motion, a kid dropping her ball. And chasing after the such said ball into the street. All this happening while a Scheduled bus seemed to be driving at dangerously high speeds....and not stopping. The sound of the Emergency break could be heard from the bus, they weren't working. The tires were smoking from the speed, and screaming could be heard from inside of the bus.

His body moved by itself, without realizing it he had run out into the street and in front of the child just in time. The bus mere seconds from colliding into Einua and the little girl, Gasping could be heard from Einua. It was the sound of unkempt pain, slivers of purple and black mist/gas like substance seeped from the pores on his back. the mere slivers turned into globs, and then a cloud of destructive force billowing out of Einua's back. It wrapped and warped around Einua and the girl in a protective ball; waves of the energy like substance bursted out in many directions, the sound of Melting and sizzling metal and heart wrenching scream's. Substance surrounding Einua and the girl shook violently. the power started to slowly seep towards the girls, bits and pieces of her flesh flecking off, blood spilling from her body. He saw this, and tryed his best to stop it. to pull it in. The void of black and purple mass slowly drew back into his body, but by the time he had drawn it back in, the little girls hand had been destroyed.and her hair and skin singed....but she was alive.

Einua looked around as the energy dissipated, the spot he had run to protect the girl was now destroyed. a hole the size of boulder missing from the road underneath them. The ground around them singed and blackened, he shook as he looked up. half of the bus had melted, the body's inside...had melted and had become a part of the bus itself. the burning flesh filled the air, but he noticed..that they were all elderly people, he didnt feel any better. He should have known better, tears started to well up against his eyes, spilling over his cheeks as he looked at the little girl in his arms. He laid her down gently, her breathing faint and weak, but her heart beat strong. He had to run, and so he did. Heading for one of the alley ways before he attracted to much attention...although he may have done that already. "This...is so not how i wanted this day to go" he hissed under his breathe.​

 

[The Elder]

Natalia/Miles Redd​

Location: Streets of New Atlantis
Day: Monday
Time: 11:34 AM

A couple of minutes after Natalia finished her breakfast, Miles came down stairs and joined her. He greeted his sister and kissed her on her forehead. For hours they sat and talked about future ideas and plans. It wasn't until the clock read 10:30 when they decided to Wonder the streets. By 11:00 the two of them were riding in the backseat of a black sports car with tinted windows. For about 30 minutes now they've been wondering the streets and just as things were looking a bit dead, the streets started to livin up.

From across the street the Redds noticed a woman jumping into the streets after a girl, and protecting her from a bus almost hitting her. Energy flowed from the woman and shield herself and the girl. When the bus hit the field it started to melt along with the people inside. The Redds were a bit amazed but didn't really show it. Soon the field disappeared and the women ran off in a scare leaving a weak girl in the streets. Miles looks towards his sister. "Take the child to the clinic, illngo after the woman." Natalia simply nods. "Alright but be careful out in the streets. Try not to draw too much attention to yourself. Remeber our identities aren't known but our powers are." "Yeah yeah I know Nat now go grab the girl." At that note he slams the door and runs after the girl. "Jason drive up to the girl." "Yes Ma'am." He safely pulls up beside the girl, for Natalia to grab her. She lays the child across her lap and places her hand on her head. "Alright take us to the clinic." "You got it ma'am." The drive pulls off heading in the direction of the Purgatory Clinic. Seconds later Natalia's phone began to ring. She pulls it out and starts to answer it. "What timing you have Christopher. There was an accident that occurred and I'm bringing an injured little girl to you now. Do you have a table clear, if not then clear one. Oh I'm sorry. How are you and what's the reason for calling??" A L M O S

Miles followed the woman into the alley. He would've lost her if he didn't track her down by sensing her aura. He finds her and begins to read her aura, and to his surprise he realized that she is actually a he. 'Well I didn't see that coming.' He thought to himself. Miles pulls out a cigarette and lights it with a small flame of aura. He took a draft then blow out the smoke. He placed his hands in his pockets, leaning against the alley wall. "You caused a hell of damage back there. Seemed like a lot just to protect one little girl. I can tell you want to do good, but it doesn't seem like you're doing that good of a job. You can't control your powers which causes you to harm people. Shit if I didn't like or need this city I would say just let go, but then again you'll ruin business. So here's a tip, learn to control your powers or you'll end up being dead." He looks him, then says a word he knew the guy would be surprise to hear. "Einua." Miles spoke his name even though it was there first time meeting. NyxDarling

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[NyxDarling]

Einua Ran heavily down the alley way, coming to a rest after a couple of blocks, his chest heaving and his skin crawling with the left over residual energy wavering over his skin. He didnt even notice as he was being followed, tagged by one of the members of a mafia here in the city. As they spoke up, Einua jumped in fear. Falling to his legs and heaving loudly as he turned to gaze upon the man. He had a tall muscular stature, and seem menacing in a way. But then the mans voice rang out, and something switched within Einua. He stood slowly, his gaze focusing in on the man. "You mean, if i could die in the first place?.....at least it was only old folks, and the girls alive....I hope at least. Dont worry, you wont be seeing or hearing about me anytime soon. And sir, next time-" his gaze dropped then, his body going limp suddenly as the light left his eyes. He had tried to sound intimidating as well, to make sure that the mafia knew he would be no problem to them, but the heaviness in his body began to grow, claiming him to the world of dreams. His body thumping heavily against the concrete.

The Elder

 

[HuntedFox]

Joseph Mayne
~~~~~

Location~ Irving's Mainway (Most commonly "Irving's")
Day~ Monday
Time~ 11:44

Ten minutes. Give Joseph ten minutes and he could get from his apartment to Irving's, the convenience store where he worked, on his bike. ...provided he booked it and used a couple shortcuts which may or may not be illegal.
By the time he reached the corner store it was around quarter to noon, and he was severely out of breath. He pulled his bike into the metal rack outside the store and secured it with a couple bike locks, taking a moment catch at least a bit of his breath before going inside.

When he did enter, he was met with a very unamusd face from behind the checkout.
"Hey... Sam."
The young man started nervously.

"So you're not dead." The blonde-haired woman who owned the store, Samantha Irving, stated dryly. "Boy, you are so lucky I can't afford to fire you. You better be staying late to make up for it."
"Yes ma'am."
"Start with cleaning the bathroom."

Joseph nodded and headed towards the back. Once out of hearing range, he let out a quiet groan. He had to stay late... which meant he would be late clocking in at the League. This was not a good day.

He pulled out his keys, unlocking that special "employees only" door and going back to the supply closet.
What fun.​

 

[A L M O S]

Christopher and Co.

Spoiler: BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE...

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Name: Christopher Hugo
Alias: Strings
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Sexuality: Bisexual

Name: Akane Sato (M)
Gender: Female
Age: Looks mid 20's

Name: Renard Harris (BOND)
Gender: Male
Age: Looks to be around mid 40's

Name: Lucas Silva (Q)
Gender: Male
Age: 19

LATE MORNING
MONDAY
LOCATION : PURGATORY CLINIC & POSEIDON SEAFOOD CAFE

Christopher Smiled at her flattery. It is something he was prone to. He smiled into the phone as he had one of the maids start on some tea. "We can talk when you are here, dear." He placed the phone down next to him, quickly forgetting about it, and forgetting to turn it off. A habit those who knew him found irritating and unfortunate. He lay back on his chair, keeping his eyes sporadically flying to the front door while reading the morning news. The Elder

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Akane smiled at the boy. It was fun when people did not just go with Christopher's machinations. He was so used to people just doing what he said. Her eyes fluttered to his text, and her face became passive again. "Tell you what. We will present you with an alternative solution soon enough - having taken your ideas into account. Why don't you go get the meal, and finish up to go see your friend? No?" She decided against making the offer now. It was a bit heavy handed, and she feared he might reject it. If Christopher had one rule during business, it was never make an offer anyone might have any reason to refuse. This seemed like a bit more of a subtle game than they had first thought it to be. The first step was always hardest - and it needed to be executed perfectly. It was the foundation they would build on. The DoomyFish

 

[AndR01D]

Alex Hughes​

Location: Alex's Apartment
Day: Monday
Time: ~11am

Alex finally awoke from his sleep, having been up late the previous night. He opened his eyes to see nothing but the empty side of the bed, his daily reminder that she was gone. He groaned and pulled himself out of bed to start the day. "Bereavement leave" is what his employers had called it. Seemed more like "take two weeks off and piece your life back together" leave to him, but a week in and he'd achieved nothing. Did developing superpowers count as a step forward or a distraction? Alex wasn't sure, but pondering just how much he could do helped take his mind off how empty his flat felt. It would never be enough though, the place was depressing. He began to quickly get ready to go out, watching the news on television as he did so - yet more suspicious deaths by the sound of it.


Location: Ruska Park
Day: Monday
Time: ~1pm

Alex strolled through a small park not too far from the town centre. It was surprisingly quiet, but he guessed everyone had gone further into town for lunch: the area was a little seedy. The fresh air felt good, it helped him clear his mind.

A young man - little more than a teenager - sprinted into the park from the entrance opposite him, he seemed frantic, panicked about something. Alex watched intently, and sure enough another figure followed, chasing the boy. This man was older, maybe in his late 30's, but was heavily built and wearing a brown coat and dirty trousers. The rough sort. The boy had stopped, realising that there were fences surrounding the park, with the only exits being the one he came though and the gate next to Alex. He bolted towards Alex, who backed up slightly. The older man was faster though, and managed to grab the boy and throw him to the ground. The man reached into his coat and pulled out a metal object - a revolver.

Was this really happening?! In broad daylight and right in front of him? Alex hesitated at the thought, although he could comprehend why. With the amount of heroes patrolling at night crime might even be easier to pull off such activity in a quiet area during the day. Alex knew he wasn't prepared for this, hell he hadn't even been out as a hero yet, but what use were powers if he didn't answer the call? He ducked behind a tree and donned what you could call his attempt at a "costume", although it was little more than raising his sweatshirt's hood and putting on a grey face bandanna.

He came out from cover and sprinted towards the pair. The boy was on his back, trying to slide away from the gunman. He was pleading as he tossed a plastic bag towards the man, Alex could make out just enough to know that this was about money, or drugs. The man seemed merciless though, shouting angrily, "Not enough. You can do better. My boss is not a patient man!"

"Uh... leave him alone!" Alex almost stuttered. He felt anxious and unsure as he stopped close to the pair. The boy glanced at Alex, wide-eyed. Alex watched only the gunman closely, knowing there was little he could do if the man decided to shoot the kid. He began charging his power, storing voltage in his arms. A tingling sensation began to permeate his skin, almost like static.

The gunman was jumpy, franticly turning to face Alex the moment he shouted. He aimed the gun straight at the wannabe hero. "Who the hell are you supposed to be? You don't know who you're dealing with. Get lost!"

"I.. I can't do that. Drop the gun!" Alex demanded, trying to sound more stern. The boy took the opportunity to get up and start running, the gunman's attention firmly on Alex. Small victories. Alex began to raise his hands slightly, trying to have this lunatic not shoot him.

It didn't work. The man heard the boy's footsteps and pulled the trigger on Alex.

It all happened in slow motion as a tongue of fire hurled a bullet straight at Alex. He winced as he felt something punch him in the shoulder with a force that threw him back a few feet. His focus on his power lost, Alex felt the current burst from his good arm and arc uncontrollably onto the smoking gun. As the voltage snaked through the gun and into his foe's body the remaining rounds in the pistol detonated like firecrackers. Molten metal scattered over the scene as the gun was destroyed from the inside, while the man shook with the force of the electricity before collapsing onto the ground.

Alex stumbled back as his shoulder only now began to ache and burn intensely - he'd been shot.

He clutched his shoulder and looked at the scene in front of him. The stench of ozone contaminated the air. The teenager was nowhere to be seen, probably got away while he could. On the ground in front of him lay the gunman, smoke rising from his clothing and his skin seared by molten metal. He wasn't breathing.

Fuck

Alex wasn't in good shape himself. He was bleeding heavily, his hands shook intensely from the shock. This wasn't how things were supposed to go... He made his way back towards the gate, trying to ignore the burning pain. He had to get away, but he felt dizzy and disoriented. He almost collapsed as he neared the exit, still clutching his bleeding shoulder. He sat on the ground propped up against the tree, trying to plot an escape and stem the bleeding. He needed medical attention, but this was a gunshot wound and that'd arise suspicion if he just walked into a hospital. He could feel his thoughts becoming cloudy...

[Assistance would be appreciated]​

 

[duegxybus]

GSW
Location: Ruska Park
Time: ~1 pm
Myra Kolinski​

Myra continued her walk to work when she passed Ruska Park. That was one of her favorite places in the city. Nothing ever happened. It was quite tranquil and peaceful. It was a good getaway place. It was many things, one of which was-

CRCK!

Myra's head whirled toward the sound. It was a very distinct sound. It was a flat crack. No echo. No, it wasn't fireworks, it was a gunshot. It was incredibly loud too. She turned to see a teenage male sprinting past her, not paying any mind to what had happened. She gulped; maybe they could shoot her if she wasn't careful. However, something in Myra lead her to walk in the general direction of where the gunshot resonated from.

After a few minutes of walking, Myra approached the source of the sound. The familiar smell of ozone hit Myra's senses first. She crinkled her nose. Funnily enough, it did smell like a swimming pool was set on fire. Clearly something had gone down.

Myra hurried over to the location and looked down, noticing that someone had been shot.

The girl's eyes widened and a light gasp escaped her lips. The scene was quite horrifying. There was a man who lay on the ground, and the one who was shot was limping to the exit before finally collapsing near a tree.

"Hey!!" Myra rushed forwards and slid to her knees next to the tree, looking at the wound. It was a shot to the shoulder, and it was clearly bleeding profusely. Thankfully the wound was elevated over his heart, so the bleeding wouldn't continue.

Myra pulled out her phone and dialed 911. "Hello! Operator! Someone's been shot! We're at Ruska park! Near the exit! No, he doesn't look conscious. Yes, he's breathing." Of course, the operator gave Myra some instructions. She moved next to the wound and looked at where to apply pressure. Indirect pressure. She didn't know what that meant. Wrap something around his arm? She took off her coat and wrapped the sleeve around the man's arm, tightening it slightly. Hopefully that was enough to slow down the bleeding. "Hey, listen, say something. Help's on the way. You'll be okay." Myra wasn't too worried that the man would die since it was a shoulder wound and not a chest one, yet there was the nagging sensation that maybe something could happen.

"Say something. Cough. Anything." Myra mumbled, awaiting a response from the man. Help was on the way. Everything was going to be okay. Everything WAS going to be okay. Myra didn't know what else to do, so she threw the rest of her coat over his torso. Something about shock? Can't have shock.

Interacting: AndR01D - Alex Hughes​

 

[The DoomyFish]

Vaughn Caldwell
Location- Poseidon Seafood Cafe
Day-Monday
Late morning

Vaughn let a lazy smile come to his face as their negotiations came to a close. He shook Alan's hand saying. "Well you have my number stay in touch." He walked into the back and rung up the calamari but put it down as his employee meal considering he was about to go eat out anyway. Returning to the table he set the Octopus down but not a check. "This ones on me, don't get used to it." He said whirling around gracefully and going to clock out for lunch. He drew his phone on the way to the computer. Texting Amanda the message "change of plans I'll meet you at Bayside." He finished the text and dropped his phone into his pocket before clocking out. Once he made his way outside his attention was briefly caught by a blueish glowing blur that streaked by in the clouds overhead.​

A L M O S T That_Irish_Person

Anthony Cosgrove
Aka.G2
Location- 1.3 miles above Ruska park.
Day-Monday
Late morning

Anthony cursed as he flew, he had awoken to his mother throwing his super suit at him and claiming that there was a Murder down at the docks he needed to look into. Sometimes he didn't know who the actual hero between them was, sure he did most of the leg work, but she seemed to do everything else.

The air was a bit cold today, especially this high up. Flying was one of the things Anthony never got tired of. A loud crack sound brought his attention away from the clouds, it was the unmistakable sound of a gunshot. He lowered through the clouds disengaging the rocket gauntlets as he came closer. Spotting a man lying on the ground bleeding from his torso and a woman with him who had just gotten off the phone "That guy doesn't look so hot. Need a hand?" He asked trying to put on his hero voice. Granted he wasn't actually asking. His eyes glowed blue as he looked at the man, partly to help mask his identity, and partly because he was using the radiation to see into the man in a means similar to an X-ray scanning. "I don't see much internal organ damage, I can remove the bullet but I'll need some help to stop the bleeding, you up for that?" He asked the woman hoping she wasn't related to the man in some way, panic rarely if ever helped a situation.
D duegxybus AndR01D

Senator Ridley Norton
Location- Washington DC
Time- 1:03pm
Day-Monday

The senator walked from the recent congressional meeting with a face as blank as a sheet of paper. Absolutely nothing could be read from this man. Yet the gears in his head were turning, Senator Bradley had yet again stood against an idea he had gotten Senator Wesley to propose. Much to his own irritation, yet as he climbed into his limo, one of his assistant's handed him the jar he had requested. He looked at the spider inside of the jar with a sinister smile. It was the Australian funnel web spider, the most toxic spider in the world, besides the odd breeds that he himself had overseen the creation of. Unscrewing the lid from the jar he allowed the spider out and it climbed down the seat and out the crack of his car door as per his direction. He lit a cigar and waited for the Mid conference break to end so that he could return, yet as the spider began climbing on the limo of senator Bradley he couldn't help but smile knowing that one less thorn in his side would be present. Even if they managed to get the senator to the hospital in the narrow 15minute window, no hospital in DC carries the anti-venom for that Australia indigenous species. The nearest source of the venom was all the way in Pennsylvania and there was no chance it would be here in time.
His connection with the spider was cut short as senator Bradley smashed it flat on the back of his neck, yet the deed had been done. With a smile and a fancy strut Senator Norton made his way back up the stairs to the conference feeling much more confident about his proposal now.
(Open to phone interaction, villains only.)​

 

[AndR01D]

Alex Hughes
Location: Ruska Park
Status: Shot
​

Alex drifted in and out of consciousness, somewhat in a daze. There was someone standing over him... the teenager? No, a girl.

He could tell she was doing something with his shoulder, which he figured was a good sign. "Thank you..." he whispered. He felt himself becoming more alert, something must have slowed the bleeding. He slowly reached behind his back and felt his skin - no exit wound. That'd explain the odd sensation he had in his shoulder: a crackling of electrical power around something solid - the bullet!

Alex knew something was wrong, perhaps interfering with his power. A "short circuit" of sorts around the metal bullet, which might pose a danger to anyone touching the wound. He couldn't stop the energy that was building around the projectile. "Careful, don't touch!" he coughed out, still struggling to speak. Had this civilian called an ambulance? As an unregistered person with powers who'd maybe just killed someone he didn't like the thought of ending up in a hospital! But what about the guy he hurt?

He turned his head towards the site of the shooting. The gunman was still lying on the ground, unmoving, still. But obstructing his view was another man in some sort of high tech outfit... Captain G?

Shit

He struggled to keep his head together, knowing this wasn't a pretty picture. He probably looked like a villain right now, and with a famous hero here to arrest him... But wait, Captain G died years ago? This must be G-2, his successor. Still not good news. A sticky situation, but could he even hope to get away without being arrested or dropping dead?

"Accident.." he managed to say.

D duegxybus The DoomyFish​

 

[duegxybus]

Hero / GSW is still there
Location: Ruska Park
Myra Kolinski​

Myra flinched slightly as the hero looking guy seemed to drop in. This wasn't someone she knew, but she knew that she'd have to just trust in case something went wrong. "Um, okay!" She drew her hands back from the wound and tightened the indirect compression around his arm before turning to the high tech suit guy. "Don't worry, I think I know how to do it."

That was the best Myra could actually do without doing more damage than necessary. However, the presence of sirens in the distance let Myra release her breath and sigh in relief. "They're on their way. Just stay calm. Who am I kidding, you are calm!" Myra exclaimed before looking around for a few seconds, then back at the wound. She did her best to try and stop the bleeding and although it wasn't probably enough, it would still help him retain consciousness until the ambulance came along. "Okay, okay, they're almost here."

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[The DoomyFish]

Anthony Cosgrove
Location- Ruska park
Time- midday

Turning his attention to the other man lying on the ground. He assumed that he was the man who shot him. "On second thought I'll let the ambulance fish it out, they're a bit more qualified." Approaching the second man he scanned him with the same vision he used to scan the man who was shot. Several bits of shrapnel were in his hand and torso, but none seemed life threatening And yet his heart wasn't beating. "Off the record, did you happen to see what went down here?" He asked Mira as he calmly walked over to the shooter with one hand crackling with blue energy. He knelt beside him planting his hand firmly on the man's chest and jump starting his heart with a series of pulses. Fortunately he remained unconscious but his heart rate and breathing seemed to come back.​

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[The Elder]

Miles Redd​

Location: New Atlantis Streets
Time: Early Afternoon

From reading his aura Miles could tell he was feeling week. It was only moments until he would collapse. Miles took a few steps towards Einua and caught him just in time before he hit the ground. "Tch I should've taken the girl." Miles said. He looks around the alley find a good place to sit him. He placed Einua against the alley way and covered him with a piece of cardboard. Right before he left him Miles placed his palm on his forehead infusing his aura within Einua. This way he'll be able to keep track of him. Miles then turned to the wall acrossed from him and began firing a beam of aura into the wall burning the word 'Control' onto it. He then stood up and left walking the streets of New Atlantis. He pulls out his phone and begins to call someone. "Mason, I'm going for a walk. You don't need to send the boys." Miles hung up and placed his phone and hands in his pocket. "Let's see what type of day this well be." NyxDarling

Natalia Redd​

Location: Purgatory Clinic
Time: Early Afternoon

Natalia's car pulled up to the clinic, and the girl was still resting upon her lap. Jason the drive looks back at Natalia. "Would you like for me to carry her ma'am." "No it's okay Jason I got it. Just grab the doors." "Understood." He parked the car and got out and opened Natalia's door. Natalia carried the little girl hold her up just as a mouth would hold her child. She walks through the doors and made her way to the main room. "Christopher, Im here." She called out. A L M O S