Eric Horst

Atypicals Anonymous

And there we go.

Adam Wilkerson

AA New Member Form

Please fill out this form and bring to your first meeting.

Personal Information
Name (please include any nicknames): Adam Wilkerson, not much more to it. Somebody once called me Wicker's Son by accident.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Occupation: Freelance Writer
Neighborhood or Borough in Which You Reside:
I used to live in Toronto...now I live here, why does it matter?

Questionnaire
Note: These questions are for research purposes only. Please respond honestly, completely and without omissions.

Describe the nature of your Atypical abilities.
Alright, to put it simply, I can manipulate anti-matter in any way I please. To a certain degree. Yeah, anti-matter, the opposite of normal matter, the stuff that suicide bombs itself when it interacts with normal matter. If there's anti-matter in the area, which is especially prominent since New York is a city filled with medical advancements and other such things, there's tons of machines that generate anti-matter, I have more power at my disposal. It's kinda like a form of telekinesis, so I can craft stuff out of anti-matter (Small Stuff), or just move anti-matter that's been floating around in the air. I can craft anti-matter, but it's quite straining to do so, and I've had little reason to do so, and I'd rather not go to the hospital just because I was bored.

Briefly describe the series of events that led to who, what and where you are today.
You really want to know that? So many nosy people...just wanna be left alone... I used to live in Toronto with my parents, couldn't afford my own place cuz I refused to get a "Real" job. What can I say? I enjoyed writing but that doesn't pay the bills if you haven't successfully published anything.

Then I had to go and piss off a local gang of teenagers with a rough streak. Normally, I would have gone to the cops first thing, problem is, those punks were really good at covering their tracks. I couldn't get any evidence because any and all the stuff they did to my parent's house was never witnessed by anyone, and the only time they beat the crap out of me specifically, I was half drunk and had no idea what was going on.

So my parents got fed up and asked me to move out, try and forge my own path.

Now I'm out here in New York, living in an apartment, trying to pay off my bills, things could be better, and I've honestly grown a disdain for most people. I've honestly thought about using my powers to dissolve anyone who annoys me at least once.

All this just because I accidentally threw a few molecules of anti-matter at one of those punks and they thought I threw a stone at them.

How would you describe your appearance to someone who is blind?
Kinda tall? Why do I have to do this again? Messy ginger hair, brown eyes, kinda pale. Haven't spent much time outside... thin maybe? I'd say I can lift my fair share but I can't build up any noticeable muscle no matter how many times I've bench pressed my stupid desk.

How would you describe your personality? Likes and Dislikes?
...I just want to be left alone... why does my personality matter if I'm going to a meeting exactly? Either way, I like jokes, so I'll probably laugh if I hear any. My sense of humor hasn't evaporated. Kinda smart maybe...least I can throw out a good pitch if somebody was interested in one of my works...

What is your current state of mind?
Thinking about why I'm signing up for this. I could figure it out myself, but... I dunno, maybe this is the kinda thing my parents wanted for me when they said to start trying to forge my own life.

Really want to find somebody who actually is willing to give my work a read...

If your current place of residence was destroyed under mysterious circumstances, which of your belongings would you attempt to recover from the rubble?
Anything I find still intact I suppose. I've never really thought about what would happen if such a thing occurred, then again, I doubt most people do. They always think it'll happen to somebody else.

If you want specifics, I'll probably try and find my jacket or my damned mp3 player. That thing is glitchy as hell, but if it holds firm even after something like that, it's irreplaceable. Music helps me write after all.

What is making you happy right now?
That's almost a creepy question... uh...

Not sure how to answer that one in all honesty, why are you asking such personal information? This meeting better have food.

How did you hear about AA, and what made you want to attend?
I was hungry, and passing by one of the fliers, I mistook it for an advertisement for a restaurant, I grabbed it... realized my mistake right after, but it held my attention anyways. Other people like myself, and a possibility of free food? Thats the real reason though. I'm going for the free food. Nothing more.

What is your greatest fear?
As long as I've been aware of what I can do, I've been worried that I'd accidentally eradicate everything I love. It's a pretty rational fear in all honesty when you have the power to mess with anti-matter. Don't read to much into that, I misspelled a few things. The ocean. I hate the ocean.

If you could give up your atypical abilities, would you?
No comment.

Please suggest any refreshments you'd like to see at the next AA meeting.
As long as there's food, I'm fine with anything. There'd better be something.

Atypicals Anonymous

@over easy That was a fast reply. Dear god I've never seen such speed. Except my cat when he hears a car. Alright I'll get working on it.

Atypicals Anonymous

Whazzz uppppp! Any room left in this store or should I take my 10 coins elsewhere?

Twisted Tales ~ Once Upon a Nightmare

Gordon Edwards

The Crabbyshack, investigating a possible sabotage.

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She had certainly stepped up to the plate quickly. They both were out of the rain, and the smell of the ocean instantly hit him square in the face like a surprise tax collectors visit. Seafood practically reined supreme in the building like cats marking their scent, and it was almost overbearing. A strong stomach was certainly required for this job, it made Gordon glad he didn't mind the smell to much. He'd witnessed others turn greenish hues the last time he'd been in there.

With a light bow, the man grinned at Keeler, but said nothing. She seemed like a spoiled one, but the kind that made up for it with their wit and smarts. The insults were going to annoy him though, so he pretended not to have heard the comment about his education or his birthright. Still, if she was going to be rude about it, he'd hold off on his own introduction for now.

Running a hand through his hair, Gordon raked his eyes around the establishment, until his eyes fell on the tank that contained the precious namesakes of the pub, the crustaceans. Without waiting for Elizabeth to follow, he swiftly advanced towards the tank, staring into it with intent. From what he had read, normally the tank was filled with the buggers, but as also stated, nearly 50% of them had gotten sick or died, neither of which was good for business, and now the tank only had a few within it's glassy confines.

His presence at the tank hadn't gone unnoticed, and one of the few waiters who worked the place came dashing up to him, almost in a panic.

"Hullo! Welcome to the Crabbyshack! I see you've taken an interes' in the lobster' n' such, but we're low at the moment and these ones are for disply' only!" His accent was thick, and his demeanor clearly pointed to a person with a dire need of money who had no experience working such a position, but regardless.

Gordon's head moved from the glass tank, to the troubled employee, grinning internally to himself for tricking a staff member into coming to him instead of hailing one over like he normally had to, then jabbed a thumb towards his lovely female companion.

"We're here to speak to your manager about the lobsters actually. Go alert her to our presence if you will." His voice was surprisingly smooth, but an edge in it made it clear he wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Mister!" The waiter flailed a bit, "S-She's b-busy at the moment! Y'can't jus'-"

"Your boss complained to the industry we work for, she'll be expecting us, so stop making excuses and bring us to her."

The waiter clammed up, and with a nod gestured for the two to follow him into the kitchen.

@Rune_Alchemist

Skyline Academy (Academy of Heroes)

I'm just waiting on y'all. :P

Twisted Tales ~ Once Upon a Nightmare

Alright so here's something to think about, does a place like the Crabbyshack have enough going for it to have something fancy like waiters, or is it more of a one person show?

(Edit) Ah heck, I'll just imagine the place with one or two, nothing big, nothing fancy, just some hicks who were slapped into somewhat nice uniform and made to work because they needed money.

Twisted Tales ~ Once Upon a Nightmare

@Raptra Take your pick, catching cats could be tricky, but so could convincing a couple of bickering loons to tell the truth.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

@LetMeDoStuff :p Oh yeah, forgot about this for a bit. Uh, I'm gonna cancel, I'm caught up in a lot of other rps.

Twisted Tales ~ Once Upon a Nightmare

Up and running. Though writing doesn't really run.

Twisted Tales ~ Once Upon a Nightmare

Gordon Edwards

Rain was like a way of reminding people that god cried too.

At least, that's how Gordon sometimes saw it, most of the time however, all he could see was pouring rain coming from the clouds above as constant reminder that life went on, and that he was glad he wore a trench coat.

The droplets of water would hit him, only to slide off like tiny waterfalls, as the wind occasionally swiped at his scarf. Wind was never really an issue in a city such as Ravenport, as even on windy days the buildings gave some cover from it. Windy days were chilly, at least that's what he had heard others complain. The only thing he could possibly complain about was his new position in the sketchy detective agency and the case file he'd been handed. Earlier that day, he'd been given his first assignment, an investigation into a possible act of sabotage over at a local pub. It was a place he'd been at least once before, though he hadn't been there long. Something about live sea creatures unsettled him, and although he had been hungry, he decided to skip lunch and left before he'd even heard the specials.

Tugging his hood slightly more over his head, the young man stepped over one of the larger puddles that had formed on the road, his boots hitting the wet cobblestone with muffled thuds. He was looking forward to the case, at least in some sense. From the look of Rolfe when he handed him the files, this kinda thing had happened before, he could tell that much even before he looked the two characters over. Neither one looked the type, but competition sometimes changed people, but for all he knew, it really could be just another stupid coincidence that Barker's seafood were dying.

He'd find out sooner or later, as he rounded a corner and out from the dark buildings of the main streets, his eyes landed on another figure, standing just outside the pub known as the 'Crabbyshack'. Crabby was right, the woman who ran it didn't sound to cheerful. Judging from the way they stood, and the fact that he knew he had a partner on this particular mission, Gordon lightly jogged towards the figure, his boots kicking up small splashes behind him.

Slowing to a stop before the figure, He nodded at them, as he pushed open the door to the better off tavern. Comparing the Crabbyshack to it's competitor, the Bloated Barge, there was honestly no real contest, though he wasn't fond of either. Stepping inside and throwing off his hood with one hand while leaving the door open with the other, he gestured for his college to follow, while running a quick once over of the one he'd be working with.

She seemed somewhat impatient, obviously not fond of rain, or being in such a place, not to mention, even under his cloak, she seemed to be of noble birth, not exactly someone he'd expect to see working such a job, but she was there, she was easy on the eyes, and she seemed to have an air of intelligence to her. Good, he'd been worried he'd be sent in with some mindless brute who ended up breaking everything.

"Sorry for the wait." His voice was sincere, though he meant it as more of a formality then anything.