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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 2, 2013 21:54:34 GMT -5
Report 42: Experiment 01113
Subjects appear to be taking to the procedure.
The only thing standing between you and evil.
The only ones who maintain the peace.
The only people left who will fight for this city.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 2, 2013 22:03:04 GMT -5
History
It started as a government experiment, a beta test to further the security and safety of the city’s civilians. A select group of men and women, all with military or police training, who met specific qualifications (selflessness, protectiveness, analytical capabilities, stamina, dedication, and overall ability) were chosen for the experiment. These men and women also had to have no familial ties: no husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, sisters, brothers, parents, or children. Their memories were virtually wiped. They could recall what their purpose was, their name, and their age. Nothing more. However, flickers of déjà vu, though uncommon, occurred.
This group was deployed into a large, crime-riddled city. The civilians referred to them as “Caped Crusaders” and “Superheroes”. From the very first day, their identities were hidden. In a Clark Kent/Superman essence, they lived their lives in fairly normal circumstances. They had normal day jobs. They grew accustomed together as they were required to live in the same house. A large, plantation-style manor on the very outskirts of town was where they were stationed. Below the house was a bunker for a variety of their gear and where they would meet when facing an especially large or troublesome problem.
A call system was installed throughout the house and connected them directly to the city’s 911 call center. Depending on the issue, anywhere between one and three of them would respond. Crime was on the decline for the month that they had been guarding the city. That was about the time that one of them went rogue. The city began to fall into darkness once more.
The government wanted to terminate the experiment. They wanted to end the possibility of any more problems. It soon became all too clear to them that they now needed their experiment more than ever or one of the nation’s most populated cities would implode and crime would soon thrive.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 2, 2013 22:30:38 GMT -5
Information
The Heroes
The Heroes were all given special abilities. Each of them was given acute senses, immense strength, and an ability specific to each Hero. They varied this specific ability between each selected person in order for the Heroes to be able handle any sort of situation that arose. No two Heroes were given the same ability. Flight, super speed, and the manipulation of weather were just some of these abilities.
They conceal their identities via black masks. Each mask is different. Some Heroes prefer that only their eye region be covered while others have masks that cover their entire face. They have unique carvings in each and are made of a sturdy bullet-proof material created specifically for them. They were given regulation uniforms; skintight black suits made of a pliable, fireproof material akin to thick cotton. They also have floor-length hooded black cloaks that they wear, of a similar, though thinner, material with a thin cord that ties around the shoulder/neck area.
They do not use weapons, as they have their special abilities. They enjoy defending the city and are fierce about protecting each other and the civilians. Though they are Superhuman, they still bleed and are able to be injured, but they can endure more pain and blood loss that the average human. Their identities as Heroes are not by any means common knowledge. The government group that created them and they themselves are the only ones who know who they are. The civilians view them as something straight out of a comic book. No one has ever seen them in uniform without their masks.
No matter how seemingly perfect they are, each of them was given a specific weakness. This was the government’s “Terminate Switch” should the need arrive. No one knows that specific weakness but the Hero themselves and the government group. Not even their fellow comrades know.
The Supervillan
Henry Arkin Valtore was originally a Hero. Henry, a tall, wiry man with broad shoulders, deep brown eyes, and black crew-cut hair, met all the requirements. However, not long into the experiment, something happened. This mishap was kept quiet. Only two people knew: the head scientist, Mr. Jonathon Hamilton, and the nurse working on Henry, Ms. Valerie Jordan. The two attempted to keep it quiet, and were careful to leave no hints as to it being them.
When Henry went rogue just a month into the experiment, the two of them said nothing. Henry held no compassion. He viewed the city as filled with people who didn’t deserve to be under their protection. After responding to a 911 call, Henry never returned to the manor. It later became known that the specific call he responded to was a hold-up at a liquor store. The owner and three customers were dead. The gunman was, too, but his death appeared to be particularly violent. His head had been caved in by what police could only see as a person’s fist. A blow like that would have to be very powerful to cause such damage.
Henry’s whereabouts are not known, but there have been several instances which have demonstrated that he was not only involved, but out to destroy the elite team of Heroes and the city they protected.
The City
Harvert is a large city inhabited by a tenth of the nation’s citizens. It is absolutely festering with crime and the 911 calls are continuous, both day and night. The Heroes have to pick the calls that are most dire to respond to. Despite the crime, there are many parks, businesses, restaurants, commercial companies, stores, and neighborhoods. Some live in the high-rises, while others live in the suburbs. A picturesque horizon is speckled with skyscrapers. Harvert is located on a peninsula, with a gulf and an ocean surrounding it on three sides.
The House
The Heroes’ house, though appearing old on the outside, is quite modern internally. It is located on a stretch of land that is several miles away from any other house and surrounded by wheat fields and a thick green forest. The plantation-style house features a wrap-around porch on both the first and second floors. It is a mild green, a comforting color, with crisp crème accents on the trim and shudders. The interior of the house was updated to the modern age, and it appears to be pulled straight from a magazine. Each person has their own room, decorated to their tastes.
The bunker below is very bland in comparison with the house itself. Their equipment and anything that they do not want regular citizens seeing stays down there. Besides that, there is a large, ovular oak table situated in the center of the bunker. They use this for discussions, as the bunker is sound proof and undetectable. These conversations can get heated at times.
A unique call system was wired throughout the house. This carried 911 calls straight to their home. Dangerous “red alert” calls tripped a wire that turned on a red strobe light in one corner of each room in the house. This would alert the Heroes to any immediate danger in the city. There is a room much like an office that is set up in the back of the house where one person filters the calls coming in at all times. The Heroes take turns for this, and alert the others to serious dangers that needed to be attended to right away.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 2, 2013 22:43:41 GMT -5
Rules
- Obviously all sight rules. I think everyone knows all the typical rules.
- UPDATE: Only two Heroes per person, but you can make however many civilians as you can keep up with.
- Don’t god-mod, as this is probably a roleplay that would be easy to get carried away with.
- If an ability (ie. flight, superspeed, weather manipulation) or weakness is already taken, use a different ability.
- Your identity as a Hero cannot be common knowledge to the public. The idea of this is for you to keep it hidden at all costs.
- For clarification: the civilians are the ones making the 911 calls.
They can't know that the Heroes are who they are, but they can know them. Like Spiderman/Peter Parker and Mary Jane. Mary Jane knows that Spiderman exists and she knows Peter, but she doesn't know that Peter is Spiderman.
I think that's it, but I may add more at a later date.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 2, 2013 22:50:17 GMT -5
Skeleton
Name:
Age:[Between 20 and 26]
Gender:
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
Civilian or Hero:
- Special Ability: [If a Hero]
- Weakness: [If a Hero]
Personality: [Required]
History: [Not required for Heroes]
Appearance: [Required; description and/or picture. Describe mask if a Hero]
Heroes || Black Hoods Sign-Up Page
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 2, 2013 22:52:54 GMT -5
Characters
Character Name || Age || Gender || Hero/Civilian || Ability [If Hero] || User
Lark Jefferson || 22 || Female || Hero || Weather Manipulation || Caebeeb
Luke Carver || 24 || Male || Hero || Controls Peoples' Emotions || Caebeeb
Charlotte Weber || 20 || Female || Civilian || Caebeeb
Ryder Garthbrook || 23 || Male || Civilian || Caebeeb
Isaac Brown || 23 || Male || Hero || Sonar Hearing || Psychic Tiger
Hailey Hall || 20 || Female || Hero || Pass Through Solid Objects || Psychic Tiger
Juliet Roberts || 22 || Female || Civilian || Psychic Tiger
Alex Wade || 20 || Female || Hero || Ambidextrous Healing/Wounding || Sheridan
Jace Michaels || 23 || Male || Hero || Shifting/Communication with Animals || Sheridan
Blake Cole || 25 || Male || Civilian || Sheridan
Kayla Matthews || 21 || Female || Civilian || Sheridan
Eve O'Malley || 24 || Female || Hero || Psychological Intrusion || Kitteh
Aaron "AJ" Fredrickson || 20 || Male || Hero || Superspeed || Kitteh
Serena McKnowell || 23 || Female || Hero || Fire Manipulation || Pirate
Daemos Callas || 26 || Male || Hero || Reactive Adaptation || Pirate
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 3, 2013 0:37:04 GMT -5
I shall now declare this roleplay open! 
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 4, 2013 19:29:53 GMT -5
Lark sat in the cushioned chair in the call room, headphones in her ears as she listened to 911 calls that were being transferred to the manor. She switched between typing the caller's situation into the computer and a small switch board where she changed to the next call. Her long hair was pulled up into a pony-tail that swung gently as she moved, brushing the back of her gray t-shirt each time. Her dark jeans made slight brushing noises as alternated between bobbing her knee and tapping her bare foot. She often fidgeted when she was concentrated on a task, something that she was never aware of. So far that day, the calls had all been fairly uncritical. There hadn't been any alarming emergencies that might warrant that the Heroes respond. It was strange, as typically they would have been dispatched at least a few times by now. She didn't pay mind to the abnormality, instead focusing on the task at hand. Her brow furrowed as she listened to one call, wondering why anyone would think being locked out of their house was a legitimate reason to call the police. She sighed softly, skipping to the next call.
Ryder yawned, deciding that his sweat-drenched shirt gave him ample reason to take a break. He left the tractor out in the field and headed toward the farm house to get a glass of water. The elderly couple that had hired him paid him well for his labor. They would take part of what was produced on the farm and would sell the rest to small markets and grocery stores. They also had a small roadside sand where they sold fruits and vegetables that were in season. He was in charge of that, too, but it had been a slow day. He stepped inside and made his way to the small kitchen. He could hear the outdated T.V. on in the other room, and knew that the couple was watching their daytime shows. He filled a glass with water from the tap and then gulped it down in one sip. He set the glass down and paused, hearing a car door. He frowned slightly, glancing out the window toward the roadside stand. No one was there. He shook his head, figuring he was hearing things. He sighed and headed back outside. He heard voices and paused, heading around the side of the house. He paused suddenly, seeing two men heading toward the house from a pick-up truck with a horse trailer attached to the back. They each had shotguns and were heading toward the front door. His eyes grew wide and he moved back around the side of the house and out of view. He pulled his cellphone from his pocket and shakily dialed 911, waiting anxiously for the operator to pick-up.
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Jul 4, 2013 21:54:24 GMT -5
Isaac was in the kitchen fixing himself a sandwich. He moved about the space with ease, opening the metal door to the fridge and closing it gracefully. He set the ingredients down on the counter, which for him consisted of cheese, turkey, lettuce, sliced tomato, mustard, and bread. He worked quickly, stacking the various foods onto the bread in no particular order, but somehow neatly. Anyone watching Isaac that didn’t already know him would never have guessed he was blind. The young man completed his sandwich by topping it off with another piece of bread. He took a bite of the sandwich, chewing it slowly allowing the favors to intermix. Pleased with the taste he set it back down on the plate before placing the ingredient back into the fridge. One of the only perks of losing one of your senses; the others are heightened. Although in a house full of supers he wasn’t the only one with heightened senses. Isaac carried his plate into the living room, maneuvering his way to the couch without any trouble. He sat down facing opposite of Lark. His cloudy grey eyes looked past her as he picked his sandwich up off the plate that balanced on his thighs. “Sounds like a slow day.” He commented referring to the 911 calls Lark was listening to. “What, no cat stuck in a tree we can save?” His tone was dead serious although his lips curved slightly revealing his infamous smile.
Fresh brew coffee hung heavy in the air as Juliet feverishly typed. She sat a tiny two person table in a small café that was only a block from her apartment. It was unlike her to be anywhere besides home writing, but she needed a change of scenery. Juliet could only handle so much of her plain partially unpacked apartment before getting stir crazy. Especially the column she was currently working on. She was assigned to write about a local music festival that would take place the upcoming weekend – something Juliet had no interest in. How she longed to work on a more eventful topic, possibly front page worthy. However Juliet knew she had to work her way up and earn better topics even if that meant writing for columns few people glance at. Newspaper was only temporary. Once a position opened up at the local news station, Juliet would apply. Even as a small girl she dreamed of being a reporter. Whether an anchor girl or field reporter so long as she was delivering breaking news she would be happy. The blond read through her work, making sure it was perfect. She wouldn’t settle for anything else. She sighed after sending a copy to her boss knowing she would have to turn in a hard copy later. She closed her laptop before leaning back in her chair. Juliet had taken a big risk moving there, she just hope she made the right decision.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 4, 2013 22:32:37 GMT -5
Lark wasn't aware of Isaac's presence at first, completely submersed in the task at hand. When he spoke, though, she heard him, and pulled out one of the headphones, a bit startled. She turned to look at him, seeing that he was being humorous by the smile on his face, and chuckled slightly. "No. But plenty of people getting locked out of their cars and houses. And the occasional old man who can't open a jar of pickles." She left only one earbud in as she turned back to the switchboard so that she wouldn't miss anything if he spoke again. She suddenly sat up straighter as she flipped to the next call. "911, what's your emergency?" There was a slight pause on the line. Then Ryder's voice could be heard, "Yeah, I think we're being robbed," he said quietly. "Two men just showed up with guns at the farm I work at." He sounded like he was distraught. "Where are you, sir?" A gunshot sounded in the background, and then Ryder spoke again, sounding much more frightened and speaking quickly. "We're down Oakview Drive. House 2873. It's on the edge of the city." Suddenly, there was shouting in the background, "Hey! Drop that *expletive* phone!" It sounded like there was a scuffle. "Sir, are you there? Sir, what's going on? Sir?" Lark got to her feet quickly, pulling out the other earbud. "Hey, looks like there's finally something. Seems like it's going to turn into a hostage situation. I'll take it. Wanna come?" Before he even answer, she stepped to the doorway, "Luke? Can you come take over the calls?" The tall man came jogging down the stairs and headed to where Lark was. "Yeah," was all he said before taking Lark's place in the chair. Lark then headed down to the bunker, changing quickly into her suit and cape before putting on her mask. She pulled her hood up over her head and made her way back up to the house. She waited to see if Isaac was going to join her before she headed out to one of their small, sleek black sports cars parked on the dirt driveway at the front of the house.
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Jul 4, 2013 23:12:50 GMT -5
Isaac smile widened at the pickle joke – his subtle way of showing appreciation towards Lark’s humor. However his smile faded when Ryder’s call came on. Isaac put his sandwich down when he heard the gunshot over the line. He put the plate down on the nearby coffee table realizing his meal would have to wait. He got to his feet at once, nodding at Lark’s question. “Hell yeah.” He answered before following her downstairs. He ran over to his gear quickly changing. He left his mask for last, which he promptly put on before making his way out to the shiny sports car parked outside. Lark was already there, waiting in the driver’s seat. He ran around to the passenger’s seat, closing the door firmly closed. “Alright Ms. Jefferson, let’s go catch us some bad guys.” He gave her a witty smirk, his dead eyes still able to reflect his excitement.
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Post by Sheridan on Jul 5, 2013 0:25:11 GMT -5
Upstairs in his room, Jackson was playing on the computer, his reading glasses shining as he watched the bright screen before him, tongue sticking out slightly from the right side of his mouth. His brow was creased with concentration, his eyes darting to and fro as he focused on the task at hand- planting more peashooters to kill the oncoming wave of zombies. Moments later, a "Yes!" could be heard outside of his door as he beat the end of the game for the second time. At least, the second time since he had been here. "Now that that's done," he said softly, clicking the quit button so that he found his home screen once more, "I better check that," he mumbled to himself. Clicking on his favorite browser, Jackson easily pulled up a few of his favorite online things; two web-comics and a role-playing website. He quickly discerned that nothing new was happening before standing from his computer desk with a sigh, stretching a little as he started his venture down the stairs. Just before he made it to the bottom, Luke came down to answer Lark's call, almost bumping into Jace on the way. "In a hurry?" he asked, reaching the bottom of the stairs. He realized that he was still wearing his glasses and swiftly took them off, looking around before deciding to ditch them on a nearby coffee table. He didn't follow Lark and Isaac as they left, instead he went to stand by Luke, leaning lightly against the table. Jace watched his fellow Hero for a while, his blue-green eyes unblinking. "So," he said, soon tiring of Luke's stoic expression.
Alex was sitting in the living area, her back against the arm of a couch with her feet resting atop the second cushion as she listened to her music, careful to keep an eye on her gloved hands every once in a while. She had experienced too many mistakes with her powers to let her be forgetful of them. Satisfied with how high up they were still covering, she closed her eyes once more, her head and body jamming along to her rock music. She had it turned up way higher than she needed it to be, but she didn't care. It wasn't like her hearing was going to be damaged, right? After a while, she felt a slight breeze as the air around her was disturbed, but waited until her song had ended before she actually looked up and removed the Skullcandy headphones, resting them around her shoulders as she stood, her music silenced. Glancing around her, she headed instinctively towards the call room located towards the back of the house, figuring something must have been up. "Hey," she said, nodding her greeting to both Luke and Jace as she entered the room. She continued walking until she was directly behind Luke, her hands resting on his chair without a second thought. "What's happening?" she asked, looking between the two of them.
Cole and Kayla were going about their daily lives, Kayla calling her parents while Cole toiled away in his basement, working on some project, both oblivious to the plights and struggles of two of the Heroes.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 5, 2013 1:04:25 GMT -5
((I see. Accepted. ))
Lark merely smiled, amused that he called her by her last name. "Let's," she murmured before starting the car. She peeled out down the drive, heading toward the address that she had memorized. It actually wasn't all that far from the manor. She drove like something straight out of movie, but she wasn't worried. She always drove like this and she was very good at it. Her keen senses helped her and she was in complete control of the car. She could easily determine what to avoid in the road and she drove at speeds that a regular human wouldn't be able to handle. As she neared the house, she slowed down drastically and stopped at the end of the drive. She put it in park and cut the engine. "The house is a short ways away, but I don't want to alarm the hostage-takers," she informed him, glancing at him sidelong. "Let's go." She got out of the car and waited for him to join her before she stopped short, grabbing Isaac by the elbow. She pulled him to duck behind a nearby tree as one of the gunmen came out of the house and headed to the truck, grabbing another weapon before he headed back into the house. Inside, Ryder and the elderly couple we being held at gunpoint, the three of them kneeling on the ground and facing the wall. Ryder was trying to calmly negotiate with the two men, saying how they didn't have to do this and trying to persuade them to let the elderly couple go. Outside, Lark let out a soft sigh. "Well, it looks like one of them is at the door." She paused, assessing the small home. "I can bring fog into the house. Thick enough to blind them for awhile. Think you can lead me in through it and we can disarm the men and then get them out of there." She turned her eyes to her fellow Hero for confirmation, her hand still on his elbow. He didn't need sight, so it only seemed logical that he would guide her.
Luke felt the presence of Jace behind him, but said nothing on the matter. He was focused on the task at hand, gazing at the computer screen through his glasses. He ignored Jace's interesting attempt at conversation. Was he trying to communicate? He wasn't fazed by the eyes watching him. It didn't bother him. He didn't show any emotion, his eyes focused. He didn't turn to look at Alex as she joined the small gathering. He leaned back against the chair just as she placed her hands there. He lifted his eyes to her face momentarily before he leaned forward again. She was wearing her gloves and he wasn't worried about getting hurt. "Lark and Isaac just responded to a possible hostage situation at a farm house. I took over the call system for today," he murmured in response to Alex's question. He refrained from requesting that they leave him alone, hoping that he could convey that simply through his body language.
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Post by Sheridan on Jul 5, 2013 1:22:34 GMT -5
Jace didn't let it bother him when he was ignored but Alex was answered; not only was she an attractive female most of the time, but he had not asked a question like she had. He really did need to work on his skills, he decided with a slight frown. When Alex leaned forward to rest her hands on Luke's chair, he almost spoke up, but refrained. After all, she was wearing her gloves so there was no way to bring her powers up. "Today's been sorta boring. I mean, I meat Plants Vs. Zombies. Again," the boy said, making a face.
Alex nodded her head at Jackson's words. "Yeah, it's been slow... Wouldn't you agree, Luke?" she asked, making sure to involve him in the conversation, or at least try. It was rather obvious that he didn't want the two of them around, but that wasn't going to stop them. After all, Jace had been trying to make friends with Luke for quite some time, and Alex just thought it was fun to watch them both squirm, one in annoyance and one at his own awkwardness. She noticed that Luke had almost rested his back against the chair, only to lean forward again because of her hands, so she pulled them quickly away, clenching them at her sides. "Sorry," she mumbled, looking down for a moment before getting a fiercely determined look in her eye. "Want some help?" she asked Luke, offering her best sweet-voice.
"Yeah, we can help you if you want," Jace said with a nod, "Or at least, ya know, keep you company."
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 5, 2013 1:35:37 GMT -5
Luke refrained from commenting as Jace spoke, though he was neither impressed or amused by his words. He didn't bother to respond to Alex's question, either. They obviously weren't getting the hint that he didn't want company. He shifted his glasses so that they rested higher up on his nose before he flipped to the next call, turning his attention to the computer as he typed the situation. He shook his head slightly when Alex apologized, never turning to look at her and his expression never changing, but he could feel the slight change in her emotions. He knew she felt strangely about her ability, so he did what he could to not make her feel bad about it. "Not a problem," he murmured as he flipped to the next call. At her next question, he simply continued with his work, giving her a short answer. "No." He ignored their comments, continuing with receiving the calls.
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Post by Sheridan on Jul 5, 2013 1:58:18 GMT -5
Alex and Jackson were both silent for a moment, Jace because he was feeling awkward and Alex because she was readjusting her gloves out of nervousness. She didn't want to accidentally harm one of the two men in the room with her, and very easily could have if her gloves had slipped when Luke leaned back. Once she was sure that her bird handling gloves were high enough up, she smiled, feeling confident once more. "Well, if you don't want our help," she said, crossing her arms at her chest, "Then I guess we'll do what he said. Keep you company." She was enjoying herself once more, knowing that neither of the boys were. It wasn't a sick sort of enjoyment, rather the amusement one gets from watching children squabble, knowing that it's inevitable that they either become great friends or one dislikes one while the other tries to be friends with him forever. She was betting on the later.
Jackson wasn't enjoying himself for once. He wanted to be friends with everyone, he was that kind of kid, but Luke was just so.. So.. So something, Jace didn't even have a name for it! Alex seemed to be settling in for the long haul though, so with a soft sigh, he decided that he would too. "Maybe we'll get a call too," he mumbled, talking to himself in a barely audible level, even for the supers. Jackson wished that he would have went with Lark and Isaac. He enjoyed Lark- she was a nice girl, if a little quiet. They had had some nice chats, and he counted her as a friend. Or, at the very least, an almost-friend.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 5, 2013 2:33:07 GMT -5
Luke did a good job of not showing his annoyance, but they just kept talking. He ignored them, pouring all of his focus into the task at hand. Their presence was beginning to wear his nerves thin, but he had had months of practicing shutting out Jace and behaving gently around Alex. He flipped to the next call and frowned, sitting up a bit straighter. He glanced at the time as he took down the call. The sun would be setting soon. The call played into the headphones as he quickly took down the information. "911, what's your emergency?" Charlotte's soft voice could be heard on the other end, "Someone just broke into my apartment," she whispered. The fear in her voice tugged on Luke's heartstrings, his protective side showing. "Where do you live, ma'am?" Charlotte let out a shaky breath, "Oh God, he's coming." The 911 operator remained calm, "Ma'am, can you hide somewhere? Or get out of the apartment?" Charlotte was silent for a moment before speaking again, "No. I'm apartment 1B, Shadow Grove, off of Lincoln street. I-I-I'm Charlotte Weber," she scarcely breathed. "Okay, Charlotte, keep quiet. Stay where you are." There was a sudden bloodcurdling scream on Charlotte's end. The call was cut short. Luke spoke in a commanding voice, "One of you needs to get to Shadow Grove Apartments, of of Lincoln. It's 1B. Possible abduction or murder." He turned stiffly to look at them, his eyes dead serious. He rarely got this emotional. "Now," he snarled, his eyes turning to Jace, the nearest one in his line of sight. "Her name is Charlotte."
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Post by Sheridan on Jul 5, 2013 2:57:10 GMT -5
Alex and Jackson both fell silent as Luke sat up straighter. They could both see the change that had come over him, even before they heard the scream. He had been more intense than usual, angry even, and obviously worried. Alex had just been about to go when Luke growled out a very rude-sounding 'now', making her frown and her eyes harden some.
Jace on the other hand, had only nodded, his face instantly serious as he turned and quickly headed to the bunker to gather his things. He was back out in moments, making his way swiftly to one of the cars. "Shadow Grove, right," he said to himself, nodding as he got in the car, starting it swiftly. It was times like these that he wished for better powers- flying or something useful. Driving at speeds that the norm's couldn't handle, Jace arrived at the apartments within minutes.
Getting out of the car, the young man quickly made his way to the correct door- 1B- before busting it in. There was no time to wait and sneak in, as Miss Charlotte could already be dead or dying. Having kicked the door in, Jackson entered the threshold, looking around him for signs of the victim or the perpetrator. There was a phone lying on the ground only a few feet away, making Jace worry even more. Closing his eyes only for a moment, Jackson shifted himself slightly to give him a superb sense of smell. There was plenty of sent in the house, but the smell of fear was unmistakable, leading him towards the back of the apartment.
Rounding a corner, Jace came face to face with a man in a dark mask, one that made Jace want to roll his eyes. "Get on your knees," he warned, his voice full of command and control as he came closer. "Where is the woman?" he asked, never taking his eyes off of the man before him.
Back at the house, Alex was still in the call room with Luke. She had since let go of the angry way Luke had commanded them about, having been reminded of something that she couldn't even remember. She sat in an empty chair next to him, watching him silently as he sat there, obviously still upset. "You could have went," she told him. "I could have taken the calls. Lark would have been fine with it," she said. After a few moments of pause, she spoke again, her eyes sure. "Jackson can handle it," she told Luke, trying to emit calm certainty. "He's a pretty tough guy," she offered, nodding once. "He might seem.. Not so tough, but he is. He can do things," she said. Luke obviously already knew that Jace had powers, they all had them, but she wanted him to feel better. Even if he didn't want friends, he had them, and she was one of them. Alex was the kind of person that didn't like seeing her friends in pain, no matter what kind of pain it was.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 5, 2013 3:35:13 GMT -5
The very cliche, mask clad man instantly froze as the Hero burst in and found him. His eyes grew large as he dropped the smoking fun to the ground. He slowly fell to his knees and raised his hands, staring up at the other man. "P-Please don't hurt me. I was just trying to do something nice for my girl, man. It's her birthday tomorrow and I wanted to do something nice, you know? And I saw this girl dressed all nice come here, so I figured she might have money and jewelry. C'mon, man." In the kitchen, Charlotte was sitting against the cabinets. She was too hopped up on adrenaline to feel the pain in her leg where she was shot it in the hip. It definitely had to be shattered. She stiffened as she heard the front door open, fearing the worst. When she heard voices, she tugged herself to her feet, placing most of her weight on her good leg. She grabbed the chef's knife out of the block and made her way toward the living room where she heard the voices, the knife at her side. Seeing the cloaked figure, she paused for a moment. When recognition dawned on her, she let out a breath and dropped the knife. She slowly lowered herself to the ground, leaning against the wall. She pressed her hand over the bleeding wound, too dazed to realize that it wasn't helping much. "Thank you," she whispered to the masked Hero.
Luke sat there silently as Jace headed out to take the call. He didn't seem to hear Alex as she spoke, his eyes staring off. He blinked once and adjusted his glasses. He shook his head slightly. "Too emotional," he murmured, which seemed ironic considering his power. "I might have jeopardized her life if I had gone." He sat there quietly after that, his brow furrowing slightly. There was just something about her voice. Frightened, small, gentle. Something was tugging at the very back of his mind but he sighed and pushed it away. He turned back to the call panel. "Either of you could have gone. I know you could have handled it," he murmured before flipping to the next call.
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Post by Sheridan on Jul 5, 2013 4:03:25 GMT -5
Jace was satisfied when the masked assailant dropped the gun and got onto his knees, his hands raising above his head as though Jackson had a gun himself. Rather than tying the boy up right away though, he made sure to kick the weapon far away lest he try and reach it at the last second. He said nothing as he reached down, grabbing the man where his wrists met and pulling him to his feet, tying him up with special rope that all Heroes could use if they chose. "Where is the girl?" he asked again, turning the man to look him in the eye. Moments later, Charlotte entered the room bleeding heavily from a shot to the leg. "You shot her," he said quietly, mostly to himself as he looked the woman over, securing the knots at the same time. "You, don't move. The police will be here in minutes," he said briskly, obviously unhappy as he tied the man's bound hands to a nearby support beam. "Next time, try saving your own money," he muttered as he walked quickly to Charlotte. "Ma'am, I'm going to pick you up and carry you to the car," he told her as he did. "You've been shot, and I need to get you to the hospital." He said this as he was already carrying her out, making sure to grab some sort of cloth item on his way out.
Making it to the car, Jackson sat Charlotte in the seat, pressing the cloth to her hip and putting pressure on it. "Listen, I need you to press on this, even if it hurts," he told her, hoping she still understood. It seemed that she was going into shock. Before he closed her door, Jace pulled his cloak off and draped it over her, knowing that if paramedics were there, they would have covered her in a blanket by then. He quickly entered his own side of the car and drove to the nearest hospital, getting her there much quicker than a normal person could have. Once they had arrived, he wasted no time in picking her up and carrying her inside. "I need a doctor," he told a nurse in a calm voice. "This woman's name is Charlotte, she's been shot and has lost a lot of blood," he told her. She nodded and scurried off, quick to find someone more qualified to handle this sort of thing. He was getting some looks, but he hardly noticed as he looked back down at the young woman in his arms. "Charlotte? Can you hear me?" he asked her, his blue eyes locked onto hers, "You're going to be alright. You're at the hospital, everything's going to be fine." His voice was low and soft as he spoke to her, his tone and body emitting nothing but serenity and confidence; he had learned pretty quickly that it helped the victims. "Everything's going to be alright," he told her with a small smile.
Alex said nothing for a long while, waiting on Luke's response. He seemed off, as though this woman was different somehow. "Are you.. Are you remembering things?" she asked in a hushed voice. She herself had no memories, and apart from the one she had experienced moments before, had never even had a feeling of déjà vu so the very idea of it made her curious. He didn't answer her then though, instead turning his attention back to the call that had just come in. Briefly, Alex wondered what her life had been like before. Had she always struggled with her identity, with whether she was really a woman or not? Or was that some sick joke of those that had given her the so-called gifts she possessed? She didn't guess that it really mattered- her old life was dead and gone, something she would never get back. Besides, she thought, What if she didn't want it back?
When Luke spoke again, saying that he knew she could have handled it, Alex felt a little taken aback. Luke wasn't one to say things like that. It was almost admitting that she was.. Capable. And he didn't seem like the type of guy to admit anything. "Yeah?" she asked, then smiled a little. "Well thanks," she said to him. She wasn't going to dwell on his almost-complement, but she did appreciate it. She was sure he could tell that on his own though, since he could feel what she was feeling and all.
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