Jerry felt another headache coming on, It had begun almost as soon as he left for the seedier parts of town. A dull thud that grew into a sharp stab. However grabbing his head and curling up into a ball wasn't going to be great for everyone's view on his sanity, so Jerry endured and kept walking. He could tell he was getting to his destination because the environment got worse, the cracks were large, trash was everywhere, and almost everyone had a mean look on their face.
As Jerry continued his search for something to do he noticed the brothel and stopped. Looking at the dingy building made him sad, he had saved one of the girls that worked there once. Some pig had wanted a "free service" and had taken her to a far alley. It was chance that he was even in the same area that she was, his usual spot before he found his dumpster had been covered in "anti-homeless spikes" which was total bull shit. She had been young, perhaps too young but Jerry didn't question, she had been through a lot. After the untimely rescue she showed him were she worked, tried to give him some money, and offered her services. Free of charge. Jerry didn't accept the money or the offer, he didn't much approve of prostitution but he also wasn't a fool. Money was hard to come by these days and people had to do what they could to get by.
As he was about to leave, Jerry noticed the door open and out came the Mistress. She was carrying a basket full of what he guessed was food. From what the girl had told him, she was a good person at heart even if she could be a little cold at times. She was pretty to, more than pretty really, beautiful would fit better. Jerry didn't look at that though, being homeless he was used to being alone and it wasn't really a life that gained companions. He had a dog for awhile but he got hit by a car and died. Watching her go, Jerry glanced back at the brothel and gave a last, sad sigh before continuing on his way.
Jerry didn't need to look much farther however as a car stopped next to a man in front of him and preceded to open fire. As Jerry sped up to the man in an effort to protect him something odd happened. It felt as if Jerry had been "pushed" towards the man, he even felt his feet leave the ground. Jerry collided with the man and enveloped his body over his, then the bullets started hitting. Jerry hadn't been shot before and it was a whole different experience than the punches and kicks he usually got. It felt as if he was being hit with dozens of hammers all at once but even worse than that was the headache he was getting. He was absorbing to much force, the bullets would hit him than just casually roll off his skin but the headache grew more and more as the bullets continued to do so.
Finally Jerry had had enough and tried something new. Instead of containing the impending blast that he new was coming, Jerry stared at the car with unbroken concentration until large dent suddenly and violently showed up on the drivers door, sending it up and over about two or three yards before hitting the ground topside up. But it wasn't enough. The force Jerry had absorbed was far too much than he had originally thought and he could feel it trying to become free.
As Jerry panicked, he ran as fast as he could to somewhere, anywhere were there wasn't people. As he ran ripples of force would throw trashcans, rocks, and anything else not heavier than a man a couple yards in random directions.
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Ok, last post until training day starts. Hopefully I can fallow this tangent and get myself out of the corner I kinda painted myself in.
The sedatives didn't last long, in fact it was almost as if they were cut off abruptly. Several splits in his skin had erupted due to his outburst and they hurt like all hell. Worse than the slight burns he had from earlier. Focusing on this, Nathan slowly felt the life return to his limbs and he started to move around. As he explored his surroundings, Nathan discovered that most of the materials were either fireproof or air tight, well that's what the labels said. Odd, it was as if the room was tailored specifically to accommodate him and his powers.
As the last of the sedatives wore off the pain began to make itself known with force. Peeling off the gauze, Nathan noticed a new split had formed along his forearm. It wasn't boiling, but the blood was flowing unhindered. Digging into his luggage, Nathan found the first aid kit he carried with him and took out the stitching needle. As he did his work, he thought about what happened. Who has explosions happen at this time? People should be getting ready for sleep, not causing explosions. Well its in the past, no need to dwell on it that much. As Nathan finished with the stitches he grabbed the gauze and wrapped it around his arm tightly, restricting blood flow. As this wasn't Nathans first rodeo with powers gone wrong, the action was rather routine. With a sense of finality, Nathan injected himself with a needle of morphine. Nothing to much, just to dull the pain and keep a clear head.
With that taken care of, what did he want to do? The stitching had taken about five minutes so nothing big could have happened since then. But did he really want to go out there. With his little accident he was sure that he had made a bad first impression, a freak among freaks he rationalized it. Looking down at his hands, Nathan felt a feeling of dread worm its way into the pit of his stomach. If training started tomorrow, how was he going to train? With his hands still burnt and now with the split just taken care of, there wouldn't be a chance in hell that he could heal fast enough. Unless...If a phoenix could come back from the ashes, whats stopping him from being able too.
With no other option and being drugged enough to actually consider it, began to make some preparations. Locking his door, dimming the lights, and drinking from the tap located in the bathroom. Nathan settled himself down on the floor in a criss cross applesauce way, man Nathan missed kindergarten. Thinking back to all the times he had used his powers, they were all fueled by extreme rage. Well how about a nice simmer instead of an incinerator? As Nathan began breathing in and out, nose in mouth out. He settled into a sort of trance, the anger was still there but it wasn't taking over. As it spread through his body a dull light filled his veins which pulsed brighter temporarily with every heartbeat. Nathan didn't know what this meant, it might not do anything but if his hunch was correct than he could actually control it. It was a slim hope, but hope nonetheless so Nathan clung to it and hoped that something could come of this.
As the last of the sedatives wore off the pain began to make itself known with force. Peeling off the gauze, Nathan noticed a new split had formed along his forearm. It wasn't boiling, but the blood was flowing unhindered. Digging into his luggage, Nathan found the first aid kit he carried with him and took out the stitching needle. As he did his work, he thought about what happened. Who has explosions happen at this time? People should be getting ready for sleep, not causing explosions. Well its in the past, no need to dwell on it that much. As Nathan finished with the stitches he grabbed the gauze and wrapped it around his arm tightly, restricting blood flow. As this wasn't Nathans first rodeo with powers gone wrong, the action was rather routine. With a sense of finality, Nathan injected himself with a needle of morphine. Nothing to much, just to dull the pain and keep a clear head.
With that taken care of, what did he want to do? The stitching had taken about five minutes so nothing big could have happened since then. But did he really want to go out there. With his little accident he was sure that he had made a bad first impression, a freak among freaks he rationalized it. Looking down at his hands, Nathan felt a feeling of dread worm its way into the pit of his stomach. If training started tomorrow, how was he going to train? With his hands still burnt and now with the split just taken care of, there wouldn't be a chance in hell that he could heal fast enough. Unless...If a phoenix could come back from the ashes, whats stopping him from being able too.
With no other option and being drugged enough to actually consider it, began to make some preparations. Locking his door, dimming the lights, and drinking from the tap located in the bathroom. Nathan settled himself down on the floor in a criss cross applesauce way, man Nathan missed kindergarten. Thinking back to all the times he had used his powers, they were all fueled by extreme rage. Well how about a nice simmer instead of an incinerator? As Nathan began breathing in and out, nose in mouth out. He settled into a sort of trance, the anger was still there but it wasn't taking over. As it spread through his body a dull light filled his veins which pulsed brighter temporarily with every heartbeat. Nathan didn't know what this meant, it might not do anything but if his hunch was correct than he could actually control it. It was a slim hope, but hope nonetheless so Nathan clung to it and hoped that something could come of this.
@iSuspect Quick thing, should we edit our posts? I mean, Mehmet isn't one of those characters my guy could harm without effort. Which he kinda did before the pack had a definite Alpha.
I'm here, just waiting for people to do their posts.
iSuspect said
Nice post, Pathfinder.I wish my internet was acting all crazy so I could post again.I think Riley and Nathaniel should have some sort of history. Don't you think? :/
Maybe, for now I'm just gonna write him with seperation anxiaty and survivors guilt form his old coven until we can think of something better.
As the sedatives flowed through Nathans body time seemed to slow, not really but he just couldn't move fast. More than that he couldn't move much at all. The pain was gone though, so that was a plus. As he was lost in his reverie of thoughts, Nathan didn't feel the soothing cold that had blossomed on his back. Well, not at first. As the cool sensation drifted across his back, he started to regain his thoughts.
First off there were more people around him, which brought a feeling of both relief and dread. Did he light something on fire again? Did anybody get hurt? These thoughts flashed through his mind before they were annihilated by pain, someone was grabbing his arm and it was absolute agony. Realization dawned on Nathan as he thought, "If the skin split, than this is really bad." Too drugged to talk however, all he could do was weakly moan. With that said and done all Nathan could think was "Way to make a first impression you idiot." as he was dragged wherever the strangers were taking him.
First off there were more people around him, which brought a feeling of both relief and dread. Did he light something on fire again? Did anybody get hurt? These thoughts flashed through his mind before they were annihilated by pain, someone was grabbing his arm and it was absolute agony. Realization dawned on Nathan as he thought, "If the skin split, than this is really bad." Too drugged to talk however, all he could do was weakly moan. With that said and done all Nathan could think was "Way to make a first impression you idiot." as he was dragged wherever the strangers were taking him.
Virgil wasn't having a nice time. After the altercation with the doctor during his physical exam the personnel had issued him a "biting aversion mask", yeah right. They just didn't want me to take another bite out of that doctor. It served him right, no man should have fingers were that man put them. Since then he has been in solitary confinement along with the other "Violent individuals".
Its been about a month since then and since Virgil hasn't shown any outward signs of violence, so the doctors think that he should get some social time. However the kept the mask on. Virgil hated the clothes they had given him, they were long, warm, and fuzzy. Nothing how he liked his clothes. So in his spare time he ripped the pants into shorts and took the sleeves off the shirt. As the handlers escorted him down to the leisure room Virgil noticed that the mask was a little too tight, bastards probably did it on purpose.
As Virgil entered the leisure room he noticed that something was off, while he couldn't change in these walls whatever was dampening them couldn't change his instincts and something was setting off the lizard side of his brain. He couldn't smell it per say, but it felt like it. "Some of these crazies aren't like the others" he thought with an ominous chuckle that made the handlers back off a bit. Even if there was more of them he was still bigger and much, much stronger than either of them. Instead of trying to make a dash for something Virgil just lifted up his hands and motioned for the cuffs, "These cuffs ain't gonna unlock themselves boys." Seeing the orderlies not move an inch, Vigil added with some black humor "Oh come now, I can't bite ya. Well, not yet anyway." as he clicked his wrists to the mask on his head.
The orderlies had a short argument over who should do it, when they finished one of them sheepishly unlocked the cuffs and the two hurried away. Twisting his wrists, Virgil let out an appreciated sigh and decided to sit in one of the more comfortable chairs and propped his feet on a foot table. Placing his hands behind his head, Vigil thought "It ain't easy being green.", concluding it with another ominous chuckle.
Its been about a month since then and since Virgil hasn't shown any outward signs of violence, so the doctors think that he should get some social time. However the kept the mask on. Virgil hated the clothes they had given him, they were long, warm, and fuzzy. Nothing how he liked his clothes. So in his spare time he ripped the pants into shorts and took the sleeves off the shirt. As the handlers escorted him down to the leisure room Virgil noticed that the mask was a little too tight, bastards probably did it on purpose.
As Virgil entered the leisure room he noticed that something was off, while he couldn't change in these walls whatever was dampening them couldn't change his instincts and something was setting off the lizard side of his brain. He couldn't smell it per say, but it felt like it. "Some of these crazies aren't like the others" he thought with an ominous chuckle that made the handlers back off a bit. Even if there was more of them he was still bigger and much, much stronger than either of them. Instead of trying to make a dash for something Virgil just lifted up his hands and motioned for the cuffs, "These cuffs ain't gonna unlock themselves boys." Seeing the orderlies not move an inch, Vigil added with some black humor "Oh come now, I can't bite ya. Well, not yet anyway." as he clicked his wrists to the mask on his head.
The orderlies had a short argument over who should do it, when they finished one of them sheepishly unlocked the cuffs and the two hurried away. Twisting his wrists, Virgil let out an appreciated sigh and decided to sit in one of the more comfortable chairs and propped his feet on a foot table. Placing his hands behind his head, Vigil thought "It ain't easy being green.", concluding it with another ominous chuckle.
Name: Virgil Defrain
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Virgil is a little on the tall side, being 6'5 and about 190 pounds he casts quite the intimidating shadow. Virgil has strong features like a heavy set jaw, a strong nose, and broad shoulders. Clothing wise, Virgil would preferably not were much else besides some undies and a pair of shorts but since that isn't always accepting he will were a tank top over it.
Personality: Virgil is a relaxed individual with slight animalistic tendencies. He has spent so much time as an animal that he has forgotten what its like to act human, he tries at least. Virgil doesn't bother with lies and trickery, seeing them as a waste of time and effort which he could be using sleeping, reading, or staying within his mind and imagining what the new doctor tastes like.
Superpower:
While he was free, Virgil rarely left his hybrid form and could hypothetically stay that way indefinably. However these long extensions of being part animal my indeed make him the only person in the group to qualify for insanity. While in this form, Virgil is incredibly strong, tough, and if he is in water, fast. Even his healing is faster than a normal persons. However, enough damage and he will fall just like any other animal.
Biography: Virgil grew up in the swamp lands of Louisiana, living off the land and such. It was a simple life in and of itself, go hunt, come home, eat, sleep, repeat. Life was uncomplicated. That is, until his first change occured. Virgil hadn't felt anything like it, the strength, the speed, the power. It quickly went to his head and he got cocky, eventually his family found out and he was exiled. No longer fit to take the Defrain name, but he did anyway just to spite them. Virgil stayed in his crocodile form for a long time, finding it simpler than the life he had left behind. He was a king of beasts and he liked it that way. One day, while out of form, he had been caught by some random passerby's and they had a talk, Virgil told them everything and not too days later a shiny white van showed up fallowed by several police cars. Finding it unwise to change in front of a bunch of guns, Virgil went along with it. Now he's stuck in this crazy house.
Other: Has eaten people before and has bitten the personnel while doing physical exams. Because of this he is required to wear a "anti bight mask" when outside containment.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Virgil is a little on the tall side, being 6'5 and about 190 pounds he casts quite the intimidating shadow. Virgil has strong features like a heavy set jaw, a strong nose, and broad shoulders. Clothing wise, Virgil would preferably not were much else besides some undies and a pair of shorts but since that isn't always accepting he will were a tank top over it.
Personality: Virgil is a relaxed individual with slight animalistic tendencies. He has spent so much time as an animal that he has forgotten what its like to act human, he tries at least. Virgil doesn't bother with lies and trickery, seeing them as a waste of time and effort which he could be using sleeping, reading, or staying within his mind and imagining what the new doctor tastes like.
Superpower:
While he was free, Virgil rarely left his hybrid form and could hypothetically stay that way indefinably. However these long extensions of being part animal my indeed make him the only person in the group to qualify for insanity. While in this form, Virgil is incredibly strong, tough, and if he is in water, fast. Even his healing is faster than a normal persons. However, enough damage and he will fall just like any other animal.
Biography: Virgil grew up in the swamp lands of Louisiana, living off the land and such. It was a simple life in and of itself, go hunt, come home, eat, sleep, repeat. Life was uncomplicated. That is, until his first change occured. Virgil hadn't felt anything like it, the strength, the speed, the power. It quickly went to his head and he got cocky, eventually his family found out and he was exiled. No longer fit to take the Defrain name, but he did anyway just to spite them. Virgil stayed in his crocodile form for a long time, finding it simpler than the life he had left behind. He was a king of beasts and he liked it that way. One day, while out of form, he had been caught by some random passerby's and they had a talk, Virgil told them everything and not too days later a shiny white van showed up fallowed by several police cars. Finding it unwise to change in front of a bunch of guns, Virgil went along with it. Now he's stuck in this crazy house.
Other: Has eaten people before and has bitten the personnel while doing physical exams. Because of this he is required to wear a "anti bight mask" when outside containment.
Its cool, I think its bound to happen with a mostly long post RP.
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