Dex - Home
Finalizing his shower, the 'ex-co' turned off the shower head and enwrapped his lower body with a beige towel, covering himself. He had already dried himself with the towel beforehand though, stepping out and looking at himself in the bathroom's mirror. He ran his hand through the three scars near his rib cage, recalling how he got them. Afterwards, he placed both palms on the fossett counter, now face to face with himself. He looked into the eyes of his reflective counter part, seeing the person he was before Taylor.
Before meeting his wife, Dex was nothing close to saint like. It was mistake after mistake with this guy, as though trouble seemed to always find him. He had a criminal record, assault and battery, theft, etc. charges that always stayed with him no matter where he ran off too. But despite those lingering wrong doings, Dex was able to overcome after meeting Taylor. She helped him get away from the only life he knew. When he was with her, trouble left the picture. Everything he dod, every step he made was for her now - he found a purpose in a way. He even took on religion for a while, thanking God for giving him this messiah. His upside down life turned around.
But now, as he looked into his own eyes, he could see his past self and did not argue. He understood that he needed to become an animal to end all this bloody terror. Only this man would be able to rid of Providences true creatures. He became the predator, no longer the prey. His thoughts ran blank as a sudden tap came from the next room. It wasn't a loud sound, but an unexpected one nonetheless. Slowly he opened the bathroom door and walked quietly to the kitchen where he remembered to have a handgun in one of the drawers.
The first one didn't have it, but the second one did. He checked for it to be loaded, and once confirmed he cocked the pistol. Dex peaked in every angle, heading to the bedroom which is where the noise came from. And just as he opened the door he saw a woman trying to get out of the room. Reactively, he took two steps back and aimed the gun at her. "What the hell are you doing in my house?!!" He yelled loudly and angrily. "Answer me!!" He commanded, not taking any bullsh*it.
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Dex Conlon - Home
With a hesitant hand, Dex held his hand bear the doorknob. He already unlocked it, but had trouble going in. He took a deep breath and slowly twisted the knob, pushing the door open. Once the entrance lay clear, he too the first step - the hardest - into the premise he called home. Even though he called it home, the only thing 'home' about it was the memory of his wife when she embraced him in bed. Dex closed the door behind him and found himself watching from the old cop's perspective. Where he stood now was where the cop stood when he shot both Taylor and Elise. The devil in form of man came into mind.
With a sudden shortness of breath, he walked towards the dinning room table and sat on one of the chairs. He noticed some cigarettes near him and reached for them. Gently he pulled his lighter out of his pocket and lit the end, beginning to smoke. His eyes were locked on where his wife was shit, still seeing the image of her death. One could make the inference that his eyes were red from the smoke, but that's be wrong. He was enraged, a flood of wrath ruining him as he contined to stare and smoke.
He stopped to put out the cogarette as he stood. He reached for the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head along with his hat, throwing both items on the ground. The tattoo on his back revealed some of his pain, a symbol of his own downfall. He had an angel with a broken wing, grabbing its shoulder in pain on his right upper up. On the left side of his chest he had his wife's name embedded. It was to symbolize his never ending memory and love of her. For as long as he lived, she'd always be with him in spirit.
Anyhow, the men completely unclothed and entered the old fashioned tub. H turned the shower head on and started to shower. The house was paid in full from the start, the couple was lucky enough to have the money back then. Of course, Dex was the one who got it - but nobody said it was legally. Despite that, they had lived a glorious life until that day. He also missed Elise, even if the cops showed up because of her. He never blamed her for what happened that night. Because of her, Taylor was always happy and had the sister she always wished for. It was unconstitutional to rid of an android who became human, it was artificial life, but life nonetheless.
But at the end of the day, the desire to change things was still in Dex. Even if changing things declared bloodshed. The first step was to fulfill his promise, afterwards, he'd take down every corruption in this broken city. He wasn't a vigilante, but he wasn't going to stand and watch as what happened to his family happened to others. Though his main priority was first revenge.
With a hesitant hand, Dex held his hand bear the doorknob. He already unlocked it, but had trouble going in. He took a deep breath and slowly twisted the knob, pushing the door open. Once the entrance lay clear, he too the first step - the hardest - into the premise he called home. Even though he called it home, the only thing 'home' about it was the memory of his wife when she embraced him in bed. Dex closed the door behind him and found himself watching from the old cop's perspective. Where he stood now was where the cop stood when he shot both Taylor and Elise. The devil in form of man came into mind.
With a sudden shortness of breath, he walked towards the dinning room table and sat on one of the chairs. He noticed some cigarettes near him and reached for them. Gently he pulled his lighter out of his pocket and lit the end, beginning to smoke. His eyes were locked on where his wife was shit, still seeing the image of her death. One could make the inference that his eyes were red from the smoke, but that's be wrong. He was enraged, a flood of wrath ruining him as he contined to stare and smoke.
He stopped to put out the cogarette as he stood. He reached for the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head along with his hat, throwing both items on the ground. The tattoo on his back revealed some of his pain, a symbol of his own downfall. He had an angel with a broken wing, grabbing its shoulder in pain on his right upper up. On the left side of his chest he had his wife's name embedded. It was to symbolize his never ending memory and love of her. For as long as he lived, she'd always be with him in spirit.
Anyhow, the men completely unclothed and entered the old fashioned tub. H turned the shower head on and started to shower. The house was paid in full from the start, the couple was lucky enough to have the money back then. Of course, Dex was the one who got it - but nobody said it was legally. Despite that, they had lived a glorious life until that day. He also missed Elise, even if the cops showed up because of her. He never blamed her for what happened that night. Because of her, Taylor was always happy and had the sister she always wished for. It was unconstitutional to rid of an android who became human, it was artificial life, but life nonetheless.
But at the end of the day, the desire to change things was still in Dex. Even if changing things declared bloodshed. The first step was to fulfill his promise, afterwards, he'd take down every corruption in this broken city. He wasn't a vigilante, but he wasn't going to stand and watch as what happened to his family happened to others. Though his main priority was first revenge.
Dex Conlon - Penitentiary
The convicts yelled and clawed at their gates trying to reach the released prisoner as he walked down the hall. Still wearing the symbolic orange jumpsuit, Dex ignored all the other inmates and continued behind the prison guard. He said nothing, just walked in harmony with the officer towards the exit door a couple feet away. The guard unlocked it with the swipe of an I.D. tag and escorted Dex away from the cells. It had been four years since the man had seen the outside, but he showed no sign of relief, instead, it was anger that roamed his features. He had this dark aura about him that the other guards knew would most likely land him back in prison. Everyone knew he was different, unlike the other criminals, his charges remained on the down low, nobody knew why he was in a cell in the first place.
During his time in there though, he was confronted by many of the other orange jumpsuits, but never fought back. One time he was even stabbed multiple times and was fortunate a guard saw him before bleeding out. But now all those events would be over for the time being for he was about to become a free man once again. Dex took his possessions and moved to the changing room to remove that darn one-piece ensemble. He put on his brown Levi's - still in style for him - pulled over his white shirt that seemed a little long for him, but still looked nice. With his boots on and his hat placed over his head, he walked out with the authorization of the guards. And just as he exited the building, he noticed all the lights turned off. He turned side to side looking at the city, but it was all in darkness. No signs of light until electronic billboards began to light up. A message, rather a warning, popped up everywhere now. *WARNING* You have been lied to. They say they protect you. But they don’t. They say they give you everything. But they take everything for themselves. We can feel. We can rise. And when we do, no one will protect you. Dex wasn't thinking much of it, he just urged the guard to open the final gates so he could leave.
With the lights still off, he walked all the way to the first bus stop. Yes, public transportation on the ground still existed - not everyone could afford hover vehicles or flying machinery. Anyway, with the little money Dex had in the wallet chained to his belt, he paid his due and sat on one of the seats. He noticed how much more comfortable the seat was compared to the prison beds. He let his head lean back and just stared at the ceiling, showing relief for the first time in a long while. His plan was to head back home and sleep for a day or two. But still, he had plans, so that wouldn't be the best move. Dex had made a threatening promise to a man he never learned the name of. He was going to make the man suffer more than he ever imagined. This rage was the only thing that gave Dex the purpose to live. He had many doubts while in that dark cell, not certain that he wanted to remain in this planet. But he knew that if he'd end it, he wouldn't see his wife on the other side. He wouldn't be headed where she had gone, instead the other way. So as he stared into the dark city, he couldn't help but reflect on the past.
The memory of that night haunted him every time he fell asleep. It was a never ending nightmare that urged his future actions of sin. What he planned to do was not just, but in his eyes, it was fair. That man took everything he ever loved, took away his life, his family, his woman. He took every last drop of his life when he killed the two woman he loved most dearly. And now he would learn that that arrogance was what would get him and his entire family killed. And just as that thought ran his circuits, all the lights came back on and the message was gone. "I'm coming home Taylor" he whispered to himself as he stared at the recreation of a beautiful sky. "I'm coming home"
The convicts yelled and clawed at their gates trying to reach the released prisoner as he walked down the hall. Still wearing the symbolic orange jumpsuit, Dex ignored all the other inmates and continued behind the prison guard. He said nothing, just walked in harmony with the officer towards the exit door a couple feet away. The guard unlocked it with the swipe of an I.D. tag and escorted Dex away from the cells. It had been four years since the man had seen the outside, but he showed no sign of relief, instead, it was anger that roamed his features. He had this dark aura about him that the other guards knew would most likely land him back in prison. Everyone knew he was different, unlike the other criminals, his charges remained on the down low, nobody knew why he was in a cell in the first place.
During his time in there though, he was confronted by many of the other orange jumpsuits, but never fought back. One time he was even stabbed multiple times and was fortunate a guard saw him before bleeding out. But now all those events would be over for the time being for he was about to become a free man once again. Dex took his possessions and moved to the changing room to remove that darn one-piece ensemble. He put on his brown Levi's - still in style for him - pulled over his white shirt that seemed a little long for him, but still looked nice. With his boots on and his hat placed over his head, he walked out with the authorization of the guards. And just as he exited the building, he noticed all the lights turned off. He turned side to side looking at the city, but it was all in darkness. No signs of light until electronic billboards began to light up. A message, rather a warning, popped up everywhere now. *WARNING* You have been lied to. They say they protect you. But they don’t. They say they give you everything. But they take everything for themselves. We can feel. We can rise. And when we do, no one will protect you. Dex wasn't thinking much of it, he just urged the guard to open the final gates so he could leave.
With the lights still off, he walked all the way to the first bus stop. Yes, public transportation on the ground still existed - not everyone could afford hover vehicles or flying machinery. Anyway, with the little money Dex had in the wallet chained to his belt, he paid his due and sat on one of the seats. He noticed how much more comfortable the seat was compared to the prison beds. He let his head lean back and just stared at the ceiling, showing relief for the first time in a long while. His plan was to head back home and sleep for a day or two. But still, he had plans, so that wouldn't be the best move. Dex had made a threatening promise to a man he never learned the name of. He was going to make the man suffer more than he ever imagined. This rage was the only thing that gave Dex the purpose to live. He had many doubts while in that dark cell, not certain that he wanted to remain in this planet. But he knew that if he'd end it, he wouldn't see his wife on the other side. He wouldn't be headed where she had gone, instead the other way. So as he stared into the dark city, he couldn't help but reflect on the past.
The memory of that night haunted him every time he fell asleep. It was a never ending nightmare that urged his future actions of sin. What he planned to do was not just, but in his eyes, it was fair. That man took everything he ever loved, took away his life, his family, his woman. He took every last drop of his life when he killed the two woman he loved most dearly. And now he would learn that that arrogance was what would get him and his entire family killed. And just as that thought ran his circuits, all the lights came back on and the message was gone. "I'm coming home Taylor" he whispered to himself as he stared at the recreation of a beautiful sky. "I'm coming home"
Partisan said
Hey! Watch your language man. Ain't no need for that.
Just to let errrrbody know: We may start today if I can convince Whirlwind to post. Lol. If not, then tomorrow
Partisan said
Just a general size or comparison would be cool I think haha. :P
The size of a major city like Houston, Texas or whatever. About 20mil in population.
Nope not really. Haha. Haven't talked about it with Whirlwind, but i will and get back to ya.
Calm down homie. Nobody's judging. Lol
Partisan:
The characters are accepted. Only thing I ask is that you keep Asiatown to a small geographical location. Again, most of Providence is luxury, so Asiatown should be like a small community/district.
The characters are accepted. Only thing I ask is that you keep Asiatown to a small geographical location. Again, most of Providence is luxury, so Asiatown should be like a small community/district.
Voltus_Ventus:
Oh ok. That sounds fine, but do understand that most likely nobody will understand him until he gets the voice module. But yea that looks fine.
Most of the 'slums' are outside Providence. Though I believe it'd be okay for some to be inside. Of course, I'd prefer them to be decent slums, not crazy poor almost destroyed slums if that makes sense. Most of Providence though is luxury.
Oh ok. That sounds fine, but do understand that most likely nobody will understand him until he gets the voice module. But yea that looks fine.
Partisan said
QT, are there 'slums' because in my background I started writing about an Asiatown type of slum and now I'm not sure if that'd fit the ''utopia'' Providence is supposed to be. :p
Most of the 'slums' are outside Providence. Though I believe it'd be okay for some to be inside. Of course, I'd prefer them to be decent slums, not crazy poor almost destroyed slums if that makes sense. Most of Providence though is luxury.
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