Helo

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Luke’s attention quickly shifted to the guy with snapping mandibles. He thought that was pretty cool, sure it was probably uncomfortable but a cool sight to see none the less. The guy also happened to be standing near the buffet of food which grabbed Luke’s attention again. He felt his appetite quickly returning. This was a luxury he rarely had after all, he was primarily used to eating what he could steal or forage from a dumpster, this food was like something people got at restaurant and he couldn’t even remember the last time he ate something this good. He finished the small bit that was left on his plate before getting up. “Well, I’m hungry again.” He said hopping up and heading for the food. This time it was waffles and fruit, some of the fruits he’d never even seen before.

He headed back to where Noelle was and noticed the guy with the mandibles approaching. "Cool mutation, you know what they crossed you with? Me, I'm guessing snake which works out pretty well for me, kind of a big fan." He said gesturing, with his fork, to the snake tattoo on his neck. "Names, Luke." He added.
@Lemons

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@Lemons Welcome back

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@Kit DewStein

Luke gave Noelle a nod, their jailors were going to be on high alert right now, escaping right off the bat would be almost impossible. His best bet would be to wait for them to lower their guard some, to stay out of trouble and keep his head down so as not to draw too much attention to himself. Unfortunately, patience and staying out of trouble were not in his wheel house. He could manage the waiting though, it wasn’t as if he had anything better to do anyhow, but lying low would be a challenge. Luke didn’t like the idea of not having his freedom, and this place, as big as it was, was still just a cage, he didn’t like being told what to do, and being treated like less than human was going to set off his angry and impulsive tendencies. If he could keep himself in only a minimal amount of trouble he’d probably still fly under their radar, he was sure the staff here would underestimate him; just another young, dumb, street punk, but Luke was a survivor and he wasn’t half as dumb as he looked.

He sized up the new guy who walked into the dining hall. He was tall, taller than Luke who at 6’3 was used to being the tallest guy in the room Unlike Luke, this guy was built like wall and looked like he could be a super solider without genetic enhancement. “We may have to wait for our moment, but if the rest of the group here is down I’d say we could be pretty unstoppable. Either way I’m getting out of here one way or another.” He said after Vlad finished talking. Luke was not looking forward to attending “classes,” he hadn’t seen the inside of a classroom in at least five years and rarely showed up before that. He was barely literate, he never had any interest in putting effort into something that wasn’t directly related to his survival. “Great, as if keeping as all here against our will wasn’t bad enough, they’re gonna torture us with school.” He said rolling his eyes.

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@KatherinWinter
As long as we aren't all about to become the weirdest version of the human centipede I doubt you could real life creep me out lol
but your concern is appreciated

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@KatherinWinter
I say go as twisted as you want, I love a good villain.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

sorry it's been awhile, been super busy with summer semester and work
also wasn't really sure where to go with my characters

also just noticed I've made the post count in OOC hit 666
my dark side is proud

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

Logan Rivers

Logan slept in some but still woke up with a mild hangover from the night before. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to with his day, he didn’t have work until the evening, but figured some fresh air would be a good bet. He showered, changed, and headed into the tiny kitchen of his apartment. He set his phone on the counter and made himself a bowl of cereal. Logan wasn’t sure why he’d joined the whatsapp group for his fellow high school alums but he had. The thought of reconnecting with people from high school, especially those who had been affected by the shooting legitimately scared him. He hadn’t really planned on using it, but when his phone buzzed and notified him of the new message he was compelled to check it. He felt his heart drop, his stomach turn, and his skin go clammy. There was Charlie Decker; eyes bloodshot, his entire demeanor in a manic state, rambling about the poison of the town. There was his best friend in complete anguish and he’d never took it seriously, Logan had never really noticed enough to realize his friend needed help. Instead when Charlie had been depressed he’d pass him a bowl and tell him to light up and lighten up, don’t be such bummer, or you just need to get laid. Why would someone send this, and who would even have a video like this?

“Damn, that’s fucked up.” He said to himself.

“Your telling me, I mean that video makes me look crazy.” A familiar voice joked. Logan looked up and saw Charlie Decker, looking exactly as he remembered him, in his kitchen and nearly had a heart attack. “I mean I know I’m splitting hairs here but of all the videos of me to choose...” Charlie added shaking his head. “Relax man, I promise I didn’t slip you any psychedelics, this time.” He added with a laugh.

“It’s not funny, man. You killed people, and, you’re supposed to be dead.” Logan said, whispering for some reason, eve though he lived alone he was somehow wary that someone would see him talking to a ghost.

“Well if I am dead, and this is all just some fucked up manifestation of guilt, then I’m just your own subconscious messing with you, then you’re the one making bad jokes and I’m not real.” Charlie said with that same stupid look he got whenever he thought he’d outsmarted someone.

Logan shook his head and walked outside, video’s and visions of Charlie were way too much handle.

“What’s up man, aren’t you glad to see me? I mean shit Logan, I’m the one that’s dead and here you are looking like a ghost.” The Charlie apparition said as it followed him outside.

“Dammit, do not follow me.” Logan said raising his voice just outside his front door. An nearby elderly neighbor gave him the stink eye and shook his head. Logan kept walking and ignored the neighbor who probably thought he was nuts.

“Fine.” Charlie said, flipping him off before vanishing. Logan gave a small sigh of relief that the ghost Charlie, or whatever it was, was gone, at least for now. He needed something to stead his nerves and since he’d left his cigarettes back at his apartment, and he was not going back there right now to get them, he headed for the nearest gas station. He grabbed a fresh pack, lighter, and a cheap crappy cup of coffee and just wandered around the city for a bit as the caffeine and nicotine called his nerves.

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Nick Donovan

Nick gave an overly enthusiastic high five to Dylan Martin. “Right on D, glad to have you back on set. Surprised you managed to tare yourself away from the exciting world of stocks and suits to hang out with us thespian types.”

“Huh, well I’d hardly call the stuff you’ve been in the work of a thespian.” Dylan shot back.

“I can only assume you’re referring to Zombageddon.” Nick joked.

“Actually, I was specifically thinking of Rhinoshark Vs Cat-Raptor.” Dylan replied. Nick was glad to have the guy back on set, if was nice to have someone to joke around with.

“So, tell me how does it feel to be Gordon Gekko.” Nick teased. Dylan let out a sharp laugh.

“Wanna see something hilarious?” Dylan asked handing Nick his smartphone. Nick took the phone and glanced at the screen and chuckled as he saw his IMDB page pulled up on Dylan’s phone.

“Fun fact though, they always have the best craft services for those movies.” Nick added handing him back his phone. He continued to catch with Dylan as they walked around the set.

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@Kit DewStein
Luke grinned. “Yeah well I guess your wake-up call must’ve gone smoother than mine.” He said, lightheartedly, in response to her comment about not considering anyone here the devil yet. “Got tased and a kicked around.” He said lifting his shirt just enough to show the bruise around his rib cage. He put his shirt back down and continued to shovel food into his mouth while talking. No had ever actually taught him manners, that would require having adults in your life that actually cared. Luke, also, didn’t know when he’d be eating again, he never did really, so he was used to indulging in a bit of gluttony whenever he had the chance. “I guess this is still better than any foster home I ever got stuck in, so, can’t complain too much, at least the food’s good. Name’s Luke by the way-” And he would’ve continued talking if the doors hadn’t opened revealing Vlad along with a girl their age wearing a collar.

The scene before him, along with Vlad’s little speech made his stomach turn. It cleared up a lot of things for Luke. One, this guy was clearly the devil. Two, he had most certainly made the biggest mistake of his young life, there was no doubt about it, they were prisoners here and as good as the food was nothing was worth being in a cage. And three, he was going to be in for an unpleasant time because he was certainly not going to take this quietly, whenever he had the chance he was going to make things difficult for his jailors.

“And here I was hoping this was going to be like a Captain America thing.” Luke whispered as he quickly swallowed the food still in his mouth. He pushed his plate aside, no longer having an appetite for anything this creep had to offer. “If that’s not the face of the devil, then I don’t know what is.” He added as Vlad’s soulless eyes sent a shiver of dread down his spine.

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@Kit DewStein
Luke awoke to a loud banging on the door to his room, or more accurately his high-tech cage. His entire body ached and his muscles felt weak. His mind was fuzzy and he desperately tried to remember where he was and how he got here. It started to come to him slowly; the creepy man and his offer of money and some kind of experiment. He sat up too quickly in the bed and felt instantly lightheaded. He looked around the room and saw the door open revealing two uniformed men wearing light tactical armor. Luke assumed they were guards, and he noted that they were armed.

“Careful with this one, don’t let it bite you.” Said the taller man. “On your feet, solider.” The man ordered.

Solider? A memory triggered, the creepy guy again telling him about the experiment. He remembered the phrase genetically enhanced super soldier being used. His mouth was dry and when he went to lick his lips he realized his tongue was forked. Another memory, Vlad, the creepy guy, asking him one final question, ‘Got a favorite animal?’ Luke was slowly piecing things together.

“Hey, freak, get up and get to the dining hall.” The slightly shorter guard yelled approaching him. Luke snapped his head towards the guard and immediately felt fangs spring forth in his mouth, his hissed and leapt from his bed at the man. His entire body pulsed and he fell to the ground unable to control any movements. The other guard had shot him with some kind of taser gun and the other guard let out a nervous laugh before kicking him hard in the ribs.

“Keep those fangs put away, kid, or you’ll get a lot worse.” The guard who shot him threatened. “You signed up for this, remember, best if you just cooperate, or we can always find more street trash if you prove to be more trouble than you’re worth. Now, follow me.”

Luke slowly got to his feet and followed the first guard with the second guard following behind Luke. When they got to the dining hall the first guard gestured towards the table of food. “Go play nice.” He ordered. Luke approached the table studying the unfamiliar faces that were already there. His stomach growled as he looked at the feast laid out before him. He’d never seen so much food before and couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had a real meal. He grabbed a plate and loaded it up with breakfast foods; eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns, grits and some orange juice. He’d eaten half the plate before he even sat down. He took a seat next to the only other person he saw eating.

“Hey, you been here long? Any idea what’s up with this place? I kinda feel like I just made a deal with the devil.” Luke asked, only half joking about the last part. He hoped someone here might have a little more information than he did.

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Appearance

Luke is lean and lanky, standing tall at 6’3 with wiry muscles. He sports a blond mohawk, sharp features, and his once green eyes, both iris and sclera, are now pitch black due to his recently added animal genetics. The inside of his mouth with the exception of his teeth but including his now forked tongue is also black like the dreaded Black Mamba. He has a pair of retractable fangs that extend from his canine teeth which are capable of injecting a powerful and lethal toxin. Much like the snake, Luke, is quick, agile, and able to strike with deadly precision.

Name: Lucas Cole

Age: 16

Bio: Luke never knew either of his parents, he can only assume he was both unplanned and unwanted as he was left in the parking lot of a hospital in New Orleans as an infant. What followed was a string of increasingly terrible foster homes and group homes until he had enough of it and decided to take his chances, at the age of twelve, on the streets. He’d been mostly taking care of himself his whole life anyhow, already fairly skilled in the arts of pick pocketing and shoplifting he did alright for himself on the streets. He made himself a few friends, lived in a few punk squats, and stole what he needed. He ended up interested in graffiti and managed to build himself a reputation as an artist, made a bit of money selling drugs before moving up to stealing cars. Luke never cared to stay in any one place for too long so every now and then he would steal a crappy old car and drive until it broke down somewhere new. He ended up in a new city one night where a man offered him an absurd amount of money to be a subject in some medical experiment, which he quickly excepted.

Animal: Snake-Black Mamba