Invader Len

Secrets of the Game (Invader Len & ElectricVelvet)

After changing into fresh clothes and phoning a friend for a ride, Alex was already in their beat up Toyota, driving to Brooklyn. He was quiet the way there, grinning to give off the impression that he was having fun. In all honesty, car rides made hime somewhat nauseous, and his ID did not permit him to drive just yet. The minimum driving age here was 16, but that was with parental consent. And his fake identity made him almost seventeen, but he'd still have to wait another year before he could apply legally. It was one thing to make up an identity for yourself. It was another thing to make up parents. And parents had to pay taxes and have jobs, and no matter how "special" he was, there was no way he could keep up that sort of charade indefinitely.

Before he had come, however, he had made sure that he had all of his "things" with him. A .22 caliber handgun, a switch blade, a spare burner cell, all hidden on his body. Just in case another pawn found him, and he had to fight.

They parked two blocks away, almost all of the parking closer had been taken up. Upon seeing the house, Alex raised his eyebrows, impressed. Well now, wasn't that a nice middle-class house? Structurally unsound, maze-like garden, small pool, something built to look good. Before entering he made sure to take note of all exit and entry points, just in case he needed to run.

The sound was almost deafening. Alex had never been one for this new age 'hip-hop' and rap music, honestly he rather missed the music of the 60's and 70's, what little of it he had heard. There was just something about that rock and roll genre that clicked with him. It was fun, it had rhythm, and it broke rules. And he did love breaking rules.
But this new stuff? He had heard quieter orchestras than this, and that was saying something! Why was it that American music was always so loud?

Still, he had to pretend to enjoy it, and stood around chatting to people while they were still sober. It was amusing, he would admit, watching everyone become drunk and disoriented. He would sit and wait for a while as more people showed up. If things were really good, maybe they could set this abomination of a house on fire?

He found the liquor cabinet easily, examining the bottles. While other people were raiding the fridge, looking for beer and wine coolers, he was rather pleased with the selection of scotch. Oh, so someone in this house did have taste? Taking some ice cubes and a short glass, he poured his drink before replacing the bottle. Chances were these children would content with their low alcohol level drinks. If they did try and whisky or vodka, they'd probably ruin it with a shit load of sugar and syrup. Liquor wasn't ice cream to put sprinkles in, it was a drink to be enjoyed in refinement. He had spent most of the past century in a freezer and even he knew that.

As the inside grew more crowded, he moved outside, sitting near the pool with his drink. Putting a cigarette in his mouth to ease his headache, he was in the midst of setting it aflame when he noticed someone else was outside. Oh, it was the orange floozy from earlier. How dull. Perhaps she was too smashed to notice him? Either way, he paid her no heed, looking back through the windows with a cruel sneer at the so-called festivities taking place. Oh, how fun the people in this new age were to watch.

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For the rest of that school day, things went by relatively normally. He took his science and history classes, and seeing as he didn't have an elective, spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on his "cases". The house key he could find relatively easily, he just had to make time to do so. The doll was probably trashed, he would buy a new one and call for details about it again so he could make sure they were identical. The two credit cards, however, were likely stolen. And since he couldn't operate computers farther than google, that meant he had to go to someone who could.

Taking a bus down to East Harlem, he checked in at a run down convenience store, the only people there being the attendant, a skinny latino kid, and an elderly black woman with who he presumed were her grandkids. He waved to the attendant, who perked up and grinned widely.
"Hey, if it isn't Mr. Tall, Dark, and No-Sense-Of-Humor! Where've ya been, man?" He called at him. Alex gave him his own sly grin.
"Can it, Juan, or I'll knock out another two of your teeth. Give me another two packs of the usual." he ordered him, sliding the money across the counter. Juan chuckled and passed him two packs of the requested cigarettes, leaning on the counter to chat.

"So, what are you doing back so fast? This is your third stop this week! Don't tell me that you've been missing me, huh?" he asked him, making kiss lips. Alex reached over the counter to poke him in the eyes, but the other boy had already jumped back.
"Whoa, I got it! No homo, no homo. But seriously, what's up? You look beat."
"I am beat. I had to save some flea-bitten cat today, which made me late for school, and when I got there this bitch ruins my favorite shirt, and I get a call from Jules ranting about Old Gonji." He ranted.
"Old Gonji? You mean the crazy fish guy who got kicked out of Soho?" Juan asked. Alex grimaced.
"Yeah, that one. Anyways, I need some help. I've got two missing credit cards to find, and seeing as how I can't keep up with your fucking technology, I'm coming to you. Since you're the only person I know and trust to hack a computer." he explained.

Juan paused, thinking this over.
"Okay man, but what's in it for me?" he asked, hesitant. Alex leaned forwards across the table.
"I'll owe you one."
"Done deal! I'll give you a call when I find them, just give me the information!"
"Great. And I'm also gonna need your shirt."

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Also, what kind of animals are on the island? Like your typical pigs and cows and stuff or some weird mutant animals?

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Splash!

The chilled orange juice soaked into his shirt and dripped all the way to his pants. The glass then tipped over, spilling the remainder of it's contents on his tray, ruining his food. Giving it a glare of disgust, he turned his cold eyes down towards the offending person, a spray-tanned bimbo. Containing his venom, he kept his face cool, despite the mess she had created by ramming into him.

And then he opened his mouth.
"S-Sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" he apologized, smiling and waving off the incident. Putting his tray down on an empty spot, he assessed the damage done to his shirt, all the while discreetly sizing up the girl. He recognized her, she was in his afternoon classes, but he didn't know her name. However, with this reassuring information, he was at least positive that she was, in fact, another idiot high school girl and not someone targeting him.

"At least it's lucky I still have my gym clothes with me! No harm done." he called over his shoulder, readjusting his bag and going to the boy's bathroom. There he changed out of his wet shirt, rung it out, and stuck it into his bag. Alone in one of the stalls, now, he took another cigarette, to cool his nerves. Honestly, this was the childish world he had to put up with. The one had had been putting up with for more than six months. It hadn't been hard getting a fake identity set up, but it was difficult keeping it together.

Taking another puff, he felt the vibrations of his burner cell, along with the tell-tale music of the Macarena. Groaning, he wanted to simply ignore it, but he could use a distraction right now. Flipping open the phone, he answered.

"What is it, Jules?" he snapped irritably.
"Hey, did you find the old lady's cat?" came a chipper and excited voice on the other end.
"Yeah, under a bush. Tell her to keep her damn pests inside from now on, I'm tired of crawling through peoples gardens."
"Great! How much did you get?"
"Ten. And no, I'm not sharing it. I need to buy a new pack or two today."
"Yeah yeah, that's pocket change compared to this case! Listen, Mr. Gonji's-"
"Oh god no, the crazy fish guy? The one who goes on and on about Hiroshima and Nagasaki?"
"Yeah, that one! Listen, he-"
"No, Jules."
"But you haven't even heard-"
"I don't need to hear it. I'm not going on some fucking goose chase for a crazy ex-sushi chef!"
"But Aleeeex!"
"No. And even if I would, I'm full today. I still have to find two credit cards, a house key, and a Buzz Lightyear doll."
"But man, this is really important-!"
"Bye, Jules." he said curtly, hanging up and snapping his phone shut. Shit, that hadn't helped at all. What he needed was a stiff drink. Perhaps he could snoop around and find out who was throwing a party. He was moderately popular, and chances were there would be somebody flaunting their parent's liquor cabinet.

Exiting the bathroom, he went back into the lunch line, greeting all of his "friends". Alex Middleton was a well-liked boy with no enemies, did his homework on time, got good grades, and helped his community as a small-time detective. And it was important to keep up this appearance, at least for the next couple of years.
And his "hard work" of keeping up a thriving social life did pay off. He got to know almost everything that people would share from social media, gossip, and the school's paper. Including word that someone was having a house party that night, with "everyone who was anyone" being invited. He smirked to himself. Perhaps pretending to be a child wasn't so bad after all.

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The bus stopped outside his school, a plain looking building in East Village. It's walls were a dull beige, the paint faded near the top but much fresher and bright near the bottom, a sign of new coats being continuously applied, probably to cover up graffiti. He rather liked the graffiti culture here in the U.S. Many of the tags were artistically genius, and to him, the very act of painting a masterpiece in secrecy was something that amazed him. It was a way of expressing rebellion through art. Of course, there was a very big difference between actual art and just spraying a signature or a penis on concrete, like you were marking your territory.

A flimsy chain-link fence surrounded the school, the gates being closed off during the school day. This was a closed campus, and the fence was presumably to protect students in case of outbreaks of violence. It was a nice way of saying "Keep Out" but it wasn't hard to tell that if anyone did attack the building or the students inside, the fence would only hinder the movements of the police.

He really didn't want to have to go to the attendance office and have to wait for a note to get to class, he had always hated bureaucracy, so he slipped under a well known gap in the fence, re-attaching the zip tie to it once he was inside. The school's cheap band-aid solution to their gap in the fence would only be good as long as it didn't prove a problem. If the ties were lost or the gap widened, they might be convinced it was time to bring out a blowtorch and fix it.

The bell signaling the end of second period rang just as he stepped through the cafeteria doors, and he couldn't help but groan. Great, one period was bad enough, but two? All because of that damn cat and the damn bus driver. Still, as long as he had some time between classes, he figured he might as well take his daily dose of cancer.

Crossing the cafeteria and pushing the door open to the boy's bathroom, he sat down inside one of the locked stalls, pulling out his packet and lighter. The stench of smoke and the rush of nicotine brought almost immediate relief to his aching senses. The entire school stunk worse than the bus, filled with the scents of deodorants, sweat, food, gas, ink, makeup, pus, drugs, and of course, raging teenage hormones. He looked down at his pact, shaking the remanding cigarette's around. Only seven more. He'd have to buy more on his way home. Being a chain smoker was the only way to survive in this enormous city, and being in an enormous city was the only way to blend in. And he needed to blend in.

Flushing the ashes and butt of his cigarette down the toilet, he stepped out to the sinks and washed the dirt off his hands. He then stepped out of the bathroom and joined the crowded and noisy halls of traveling youths. Let's see, he had missed both Mathematics and English, meaning his next class was PE. He crinkled his nose in disgust. Oh dear lord. The locker rooms. He really should have taken a second smoke.

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He was almost there. Wiping off the sweat from his brow, he inched closer through the undergrowth, twigs catching at his hair and his elbows sinking in the dirt. He had to be careful moving like this, in case his target saw him. Not a sound could be made, not the crumpling of a leaf or the frustrated curse of damnation, nothing that would alert the target to his presence. It was a formidable opponent; the pursuit had taken almost more than an hour. He was used to achieving his objectives much more quickly than this. Overhead he could hear the sounds of foot steps, and he froze, and he could sense the target was getting uneasy. If he didn't hurry, he would have lost her again.

He inched forwards evermore slowly until the footsteps ceased, he could see the black hair of his prey now! Adjusting his body and looking at his surroundings, he arched his back, alerting the target. Without wasting any time, he stung out of hiding, arms open wide, tackling his opponent and locking her legs. Grabbing her by the back of the neck and avoiding scratches, he stood up, the need for silence no longer necessary. The screaming and yowling rung loudly off the walls of buildings, but he didn't care. It was done.

"Oh, Alex! You found her!" came a relieved cry from the porch. Alex walked up the creaking wooden steps, handing off the small black and white kitten to it's elderly owner. He then forced a smile, looking cordial.
"Oh, it was no trouble, Mrs. Macarthy." he replied, pulling a throne out of his palm without a wince. "She might be a little dirty, I found her behind your neighbor's beach rose bushes."
The gray-haired matron shook her head and tutted disapprovingly at her feline.
"Now Maizy, what has mommy told you about running off like that? I'm so sorry for asking your help, Alex. Honestly, this is the third time this week she's escaped! Oh! I almost forgot, Alex, wait here, I'll go get your reward."
"Oh, Mrs. Macarthy, you don't-" he began, but was cut off.
"Now now, I have to give you something for being such a dear boy." she repeated, taking her kitten inside and closing the screen door.

Catching a glimpse of himself in the window, he grimaced. Well now, didn't he look like a sight to see? He still had leaves in his hair, and hands and elbows were covered in first, and his glasses had a spiderweb stuck to them. He sighed and brushed himself off as best he could, looking much neater without having a garden supply store on him.
After cleaning his shaded glasses, he quickly put them back on before Mrs. Macarthy came out. Smiling pleasantly, the woman handed him a ten dollar bill, which he graciously accepted. Checking his watch, he groaned internally. It was almost second period by now. Blurting out several goodbyes, he rushed off the porch and down to the bus stop, just barely making the bus. Sitting down near the front, he was tempted to smoke- the sights and sounds of the bus were almost overwhelming him. Smoking helped dull his otherwise too-sharp senses. Stopped him from going completely nuts in a bustling city like New York. He could probably light one in the bathroom, assuming he was quick. He didn't want to become a truant and attract attention.

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For a long time, the CIA has used super humans to carry out top-secret missions. But the agents were not theirs in creation. Rather, they were the result of years of torture and experimentation, in the camps of Ravensbruk, Mauthausen, and Auschwitz. Taken in secret, along with many of the scientists who had created them, to U.S. soil in Operation Paperclip, hoping that they could be put to further use. Kept in cryogenic slumber, or in drug-induced stasis, they were only woken for their missions. Implanted inside their bodies were catheters full of potassium cyanide, and continuously updated tracking devices. These were used in case the subject ever went AWOL, or became uncooperative. And they served their purpose. Not one of the subjects ever escaped their captivity.

Except one.

Codenamed Damon, this subject was unlike the others in that it was subtle. He had no deformities, no unusual powers, just enhanced senses. Especially sight. And also unlike the others, he was very disloyal. On his final mission, the murder of a federal prosecutor, Damon escaped. He had found and removed the poisonous catheter and chips, and removed them. Then, with the same subtlety that made him a great agent, he disappeared. But to where? To an enemy state? To an anarchist movement? To exact his revenge?

Oddly enough, he was in perhaps the most unnoticeable locations. A public high school, inside the largest city in America. Working as a finder of lost things, and avoiding the other players hunting him in this deadly game.

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I'll get mine set up too! Pardon me! Behold! Ye Handfork of truth!

Names: Rhee and Lilu
Ages: 19
Gender: Lilu is a girl, and though Rhee is biologically male, he identifies as agendered.
Mutations: Rhee has Pyrokinesis, as well as fire absorption, though the latter is a bit tricky, as he takes damage from the fire he absorbs into his body if he holds it too long. Lilu is the opposite; she has cryokinesis, the ability to create and control ice and cold water. The both have a shared mutation, which is that although they are both twins, they only have one body between them. When one inhabits the body, the other is pushed into a semi-dormant mode in the back of the mind. Their body also changes physically depending on who is currently dominant.
Appearance: Both have dark brown skin and long black hair, Rhee likes to wear his up and Lilu prefers it down, so people can tell who is who. Both are very slender and androgynous, as there are only very slight differences between them. Rhee's eyes are more slender than his sister's and are a light brown, whereas Lilu's are blue and have longer lashes. Rhee has a long blue tattoo going down his right side to his thigh.
Abilities: Aside from their mutations, they are both adept contortionists, and have a slightly enhanced sense of sight and taste. They can also communicate face-to-face with the use of a mirror.
Non-mutational skills: Rhee enjoys sewing and is an accomplished cook. Lilu prefers dancing and making loud music.
Personalities: Rhee is very quiet and straightforward, giving off the air of an cool and intelligent person. In reality, however, things are very different. He is good at reading the atmosphere, but terrible at communicating with people, and often gets into trouble by unwittingly blurting out whatever comes to mind. He cannot read, or solve simple algebraic equations, being unable to imagine something that does not exist. A very simple and blunt person, he cares very much for his sister and the people around him, though he does tire of questions about his sexuality. Lilu, on the other hand, is simply a bundle of energy. Constantly bubbly and talking, she often bickers with her more quiet and asocial brother, and enjoys playing pranks on him for when he gains control. A mischievous mink, she is clever and cunning, with an unforgiving mean streak and perhaps a bit of sadism hidden behind her happy smile. She enjoys poking fun at people and making up parodies.
Goals: To find their mother. Many years prior, a storm swept the island, and though there was little damage to infrastructure, four people were missing, seemingly without a trace. With no evidence of foul play or suicide, it was concluded that the four had been swept out to sea. Rhee and Lilu's mother was among the lost four. Despite heavy odds, the twins had hope that she was still alive, and safe, perhaps, in the outside world.
Fears/Weaknesses: Rhee cannot swim, and Lilu has a severe fear of insects, to the point where she will freeze anything that scurries or scuttles. Also, they cannot switch between another with relative ease- they can only switch every four hours, though it is not mandatory that they do so. In addition, switching requires the consent of both twins- if one is unconscious or unwilling, then they cannot switch.
Backstory/Extra Stuff: Rhee never understood basic problems, and refused to attend middle school and high school. Seeing as one cannot really punish someone who isn't physically there, and since Lilu was an exceptional student, the school gave in, though they warned Rhee that this would only hurt himself. He was something of an unruly delinquent and a truant due to this, and got in trouble several times, something he doesn't like being brought up.

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Wow, this looks amazing! Any room left?

Invader Len again, Hi!

Hi everyone! The Lenster is back! Most of you probably don't remember me, or if you do, they involve terrible memories, but good Rps. Anyways, if you are Tcab, Whitelily, or Sora, shoot me a PM so we can discuss the RPs we were doing before the site shut down!