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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
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I do apologize for any typos. I'm rather tired at the moment, but felt like writing anyway. I'll read it through again tomorrow and fix any possible mistakes then.
I do apologize for any typos. I'm rather tired at the moment, but felt like writing anyway. I'll read it through again tomorrow and fix any possible mistakes then.
Oh, thank god, he hadn't just heard things. Andrew let out a relieved sigh, trying his best to get a glimpse of the woman behind the door. He wasn't completely alone. This was great, the man told himself, willing his hands to stop shaking. No reason to appear pathetic in front of a woman.
”Thank you so much,” the man spoke through the small gap. In between sentences, he did his best to take in deep, calming breaths. ”I thought I'd be stuck here forever. I'll help you from the other side. I'm sure we'll get this son of a bitch open!”
Was this woman with the maintenance crew? Andrew had a faint feeling that everything wasn't quite as it seemed, here. That didn't matter. What mattered was that he had some extra help now. He'd get out, and then he'd get home. And then Andrew would do his best to forget all about this. Maybe this woman – Hero she had called herself – would know what was going on, or could at least point the way out of here. She seemed friendly enough.
The hope of getting out was quickly dashed by a cry of pain from the other side of the door. With a cringe, Andrew stopped his pulling. The woman, however, insisted on continuing on.
”Uh, maybe you shouldn't stress yourself too much,” Andrew spoke up, trying to peek at the woman through the small crack. Hero wouldn't be much help to him if she hurt herself while trying to open a door. ”Couldn't you find something else to open this- hey, can you hear that?”
Andrew quieted down, listening to the fizzling sound. Was Hero using something to get him out? That was good and all, but a warning would have been nice. He kept his eyes at the door, looking on in confusion as it was melted away in front of him. By the time the sound sputtered to an end, there was a hole on the door, large enough to fit Andrew through.
Soon enough he was out, stepping into the dim, badly lit hallway.
”Thanks,” he said to Hero, trying to put on a brave face. He was probably failing miserably at it, too. Sometimes, it was more difficult to fake bravery. This was one of those situations. He glanced at the curious melted hole on the metal door that had kept him trapped inside.
”So, how'd that happen?” Andrew certainly couldn't see any equipment he'd imagined. Hero wasn't exactly dressed like maintenance, either. Suppose it didn't matter. Hero was a pretty thing, and kind enough to help him out. He had a feeling he could have met someone a lot worse in a situation like this.
”How'd I even get here? No wait, don't answer that. How do I get out of here?” he asked with an anxious look on his face as he glanced at his surroundings. It didn't bring him much of a relief. How could it, when all he could see were more unfamiliar places? This place really didn't radiate friendliness. Only then he noticed the screen on his wall, flickering and barely alive. His name and birthday, yesterdays date and leading to... 2025? Exhaling shakily, Andrew turned to his savior.
”Th-this, uh... that can't be right,” he said, tone confused and faint. He wasn't certain how many more surprises he could handle in one day.
”Thank you so much,” the man spoke through the small gap. In between sentences, he did his best to take in deep, calming breaths. ”I thought I'd be stuck here forever. I'll help you from the other side. I'm sure we'll get this son of a bitch open!”
Was this woman with the maintenance crew? Andrew had a faint feeling that everything wasn't quite as it seemed, here. That didn't matter. What mattered was that he had some extra help now. He'd get out, and then he'd get home. And then Andrew would do his best to forget all about this. Maybe this woman – Hero she had called herself – would know what was going on, or could at least point the way out of here. She seemed friendly enough.
The hope of getting out was quickly dashed by a cry of pain from the other side of the door. With a cringe, Andrew stopped his pulling. The woman, however, insisted on continuing on.
”Uh, maybe you shouldn't stress yourself too much,” Andrew spoke up, trying to peek at the woman through the small crack. Hero wouldn't be much help to him if she hurt herself while trying to open a door. ”Couldn't you find something else to open this- hey, can you hear that?”
Andrew quieted down, listening to the fizzling sound. Was Hero using something to get him out? That was good and all, but a warning would have been nice. He kept his eyes at the door, looking on in confusion as it was melted away in front of him. By the time the sound sputtered to an end, there was a hole on the door, large enough to fit Andrew through.
Soon enough he was out, stepping into the dim, badly lit hallway.
”Thanks,” he said to Hero, trying to put on a brave face. He was probably failing miserably at it, too. Sometimes, it was more difficult to fake bravery. This was one of those situations. He glanced at the curious melted hole on the metal door that had kept him trapped inside.
”So, how'd that happen?” Andrew certainly couldn't see any equipment he'd imagined. Hero wasn't exactly dressed like maintenance, either. Suppose it didn't matter. Hero was a pretty thing, and kind enough to help him out. He had a feeling he could have met someone a lot worse in a situation like this.
”How'd I even get here? No wait, don't answer that. How do I get out of here?” he asked with an anxious look on his face as he glanced at his surroundings. It didn't bring him much of a relief. How could it, when all he could see were more unfamiliar places? This place really didn't radiate friendliness. Only then he noticed the screen on his wall, flickering and barely alive. His name and birthday, yesterdays date and leading to... 2025? Exhaling shakily, Andrew turned to his savior.
”Th-this, uh... that can't be right,” he said, tone confused and faint. He wasn't certain how many more surprises he could handle in one day.
Quick question! Is this going to be our posting order, or am I allowed to respond to Apocalipse now?
His birthday shall be 21st of March. Put that in your post, if you feel like it.
Apokalipse said
@Lookie, I didn't know Andrew's birthday, so I just put 00 for those and did the math for the year he was born. If you want to tell me what day he was born, I'll go ahead and add that into it.
His birthday shall be 21st of March. Put that in your post, if you feel like it.
Andrew didn't know where he was, and he was in pain. Those were the only things he could really comprehend as he listened the distorted voice that rang through his room, loud and unpleasant. Maintenance crew was coming, stay in your... holding cell? He had trouble keeping his breathing calm, his body stiff and eyes squeezed shut. Denying the situation wouldn't help, Andrew knew as much, but old habits died hard.
What had happened? He couldn't remember much past this afternoon. After that everything was blank. The man would have guessed at an accident(those caused short term memory loss sometimes, right?), but hospitals didn't have holding cells. Or large doors made of metal to keep the patients in. Maybe he didn't want to know. That was probably the best option. He shouldn't ask any questions, he should just get out.
The man let out a pained groan as he lifted himself from the unforgiving mattress, ignoring everything else but the large metal door in front of him. It looked heavy, but Andrew had heard it creak open before he'd completely woken up. It wasn't just his back that ached, the man realized as he forced himself on two shaky feet. It was his whole body, every inch of him seemed to burn. His breath hitched in his throat, inhaling and exhaling in short, quick bursts. Andrew was scared. Thankfully there was no-one in this place to fault him for it here.
Getting to the door with unsteady feet was difficult, stumbling over himself and leaning against the wall. Andrew was left standing in front of the slightly cracked metal door, hand rising to rub as his neck as he tried to calm down. Instead, he found himself touching a smooth line running down the back of his neck, smooth and void of hair. With hesitant hands, he investigated at the line. A scar he realized, noticing that it started from the very top of his spine, disappearing well below his neckline.
He pulled his hand away as if it had been burned. How had he gotten that? Had someone stolen his organs? Whatever was waiting him behind this large metal door wasn't going to be pleasant. Trying his best to ignore the paranoid thoughts, Andrew pulled at the door with shaky hands. At first it didn't move, and the man locked inside had to choke down a panicked keen that almost escaped his throat. Staying here wouldn't help him. If he'd been kidnapped, he needed to get out, right? He needed to get out.
With another pull, the door moved with a faint creak. Andrew let out a relieved sigh, feeling hopeful. The slight crack on the door had widened, though not by much. From somewhere outside, he could hear a loud slam. Someone else must have been here as well! Maybe that maintenance crew? Could he trust them? They'd be working with whoever had shut him inside this room. Trying his best to keep himself from panicking, the man pulled as hard as he could.
It wouldn't move anymore. No matter how hard he pushed, the door wouldn't move. Andrew wondered if he was just too weak to pull it open, or if it was the fear that had sapped out all of his energy. His hands wouldn't stop shaking, no matter how he tried to stop it, and while his back felt better than when he'd woken up, it still ached.
Then he heard a yell from outside, calling out. At first Andrew stiffened, worried, but whoever the other person was, they seemed just as confused as he was. Maybe there were others like him here. This one had seemed to get out. Embarrassment coursed through Andrew's body. Someone else had gotten out, while he was too weak to do more than make the door budge.
”H-hey,” he coughed out, before clearing his dry throat and starting again. His voice felt hoarse, as shaky as the rest of him. His voice rang through the dark hall. ”Hey! I need help. I-I'm stuck, I can't get out!”
What had happened? He couldn't remember much past this afternoon. After that everything was blank. The man would have guessed at an accident(those caused short term memory loss sometimes, right?), but hospitals didn't have holding cells. Or large doors made of metal to keep the patients in. Maybe he didn't want to know. That was probably the best option. He shouldn't ask any questions, he should just get out.
The man let out a pained groan as he lifted himself from the unforgiving mattress, ignoring everything else but the large metal door in front of him. It looked heavy, but Andrew had heard it creak open before he'd completely woken up. It wasn't just his back that ached, the man realized as he forced himself on two shaky feet. It was his whole body, every inch of him seemed to burn. His breath hitched in his throat, inhaling and exhaling in short, quick bursts. Andrew was scared. Thankfully there was no-one in this place to fault him for it here.
Getting to the door with unsteady feet was difficult, stumbling over himself and leaning against the wall. Andrew was left standing in front of the slightly cracked metal door, hand rising to rub as his neck as he tried to calm down. Instead, he found himself touching a smooth line running down the back of his neck, smooth and void of hair. With hesitant hands, he investigated at the line. A scar he realized, noticing that it started from the very top of his spine, disappearing well below his neckline.
He pulled his hand away as if it had been burned. How had he gotten that? Had someone stolen his organs? Whatever was waiting him behind this large metal door wasn't going to be pleasant. Trying his best to ignore the paranoid thoughts, Andrew pulled at the door with shaky hands. At first it didn't move, and the man locked inside had to choke down a panicked keen that almost escaped his throat. Staying here wouldn't help him. If he'd been kidnapped, he needed to get out, right? He needed to get out.
With another pull, the door moved with a faint creak. Andrew let out a relieved sigh, feeling hopeful. The slight crack on the door had widened, though not by much. From somewhere outside, he could hear a loud slam. Someone else must have been here as well! Maybe that maintenance crew? Could he trust them? They'd be working with whoever had shut him inside this room. Trying his best to keep himself from panicking, the man pulled as hard as he could.
It wouldn't move anymore. No matter how hard he pushed, the door wouldn't move. Andrew wondered if he was just too weak to pull it open, or if it was the fear that had sapped out all of his energy. His hands wouldn't stop shaking, no matter how he tried to stop it, and while his back felt better than when he'd woken up, it still ached.
Then he heard a yell from outside, calling out. At first Andrew stiffened, worried, but whoever the other person was, they seemed just as confused as he was. Maybe there were others like him here. This one had seemed to get out. Embarrassment coursed through Andrew's body. Someone else had gotten out, while he was too weak to do more than make the door budge.
”H-hey,” he coughed out, before clearing his dry throat and starting again. His voice felt hoarse, as shaky as the rest of him. His voice rang through the dark hall. ”Hey! I need help. I-I'm stuck, I can't get out!”
Gonna do my best to write a response tomorrow. Found myself a tiiny bit too busy to write today, sorry.
Jumping in! Gonna say that I'm interested, can't wait to read the backstory.
Oh cool, we're back on again! Maybe we can get this thing started now~
Was the thing an update or something? I'm afraid I didn't really pay much attention, thought that I'd just wait it out.
Was the thing an update or something? I'm afraid I didn't really pay much attention, thought that I'd just wait it out.
Name: Andrew Thorne
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Scar/Tattoo: Taking over most of his back and following the lines of his ribs and spine, Andrew's scarring is wide and smooth. His tattoo - a collection of thick black lines - starts at the back of his neck and loops in the front, near his collarbones.
Powers/Abilities: Teleportation, which is linked to his fairly limited ability to manipulate his own molecular structure. Breaking apart and reconstructing himself elsewhere sounds complex, but feels terrifyingly natural to Andrew. He isn't able to teleport large distances, but jumping just a few meters away from his current location is possible. He also needs to see the place where he's trying to use this particular power.
While his ability may allow him to to manipulate him body into any element or shape he wishes, staying in said state requires much more concentration. Sadly, his current situation isn't really helping him concentrate, making a majority of his abilities useless. He also needs to be in contact with the element, or be familiar with the shape he wishes to take.
Personality: Andrew is somewhat of a social chameleon, choosing to blend in instead of standing out. He tends to avoid difficult choices, generally doesn't give his own opinion on others problems and just plays things as safe as he can. Andrew is at him best when avoiding large responsibilities, purposefully acting dumber or weaker than he actually is, all the while making sure that he's worth keeping around. He generally considers his own comfort first, no matter what the circumstance is.
This doesn't mean that the man is particularly unkind, or dismissive. It just means that he's a coward, no matter how he tries to deny it. If nothing else, his ability to do nothing but listen has made him a patient man in most circumstances, and acts much too understanding towards nearly everyone. He can get talkative too, sometimes leaning on pointless tangents to calm himself.
Andrew doesn't handle dangerous or scary situations well, opting to run off as far away as he can instead of figuring out a long-lasting solution. If that doesn't work, he has been known to simply lock up, unable to truly protect himself.
Bio: Andrew was adopted to a good, steady household at a very young age. For most of his like, Andrew had no interest in finding his biological parents, happy to stay away from whoever left him. His parents took care of him and he had plenty of friends, so he didn't complain. He lived this good middle-class life until the age of 13.
Not a few days after his fathers birthday, things started to fall apart. It started with a sad reveal of his adopted mother having cancer that had spread too far for it to be treated. Andrew didn't take it all too well, shutting himself away from his family. His father did his best to cope with the situation as well as he could. It didn't work. Andrew avoided obstacles as they came to him, and after his mother died, he kept ignoring his fathers habit of staying out later and later than usual. When he got home, he was drunk and more often than not, angry about what had happened to his wife.
His father might not have taken his anger out on Andrew, but the alcoholism soured their relationship. By the time he turned 18, he'd cut all connections to his father, moving away from his home town. His plan was to just take it easy. He got a lucky strike in getting an okay job without much of an education, and set off to find his biological family. He might not have much luck with his adopted family, but maybe there was more of a chance with his biological parents.
It took many years, but by the time Andrew turned 24 he'd created an awkward but loving relationship with his mother. Everything seemed to go fine. At least Andrew had found himself a nice, safe routine to follow, with little to no bumps in the road. It wasn't exactly a flashy or a fancy way to live, but Andrew had never wanted that. Things like that would only complicate things. What he wanted was a steady, normal life with no surprises, because that was easy.
Then he found himself waking up in an unfamiliar building with strange scars carved into his back. A part of him doesn't want to know what's going on, but an even larger parts just wants out. So that's what he's going to do.
Other: Will add in if necessary
My CS is done. Not my best work but I hope it's acceptable. Also, if I accidentally call the guy a "her" at some point, it's cause I ended up changing his gender half way through. Realized that with so many female chars already, I'd feel best if I balanced it out with a guy.
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