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( ♔ ) → ash : superboy

Postby seattle » Thu Dec 04, 2014 1:37 pm

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age biologically nineteen location gymnasium tagged artifice mood amused


      ash smirked at artifice's comment, allowing a small, genuine laugh to escape his lips. he could get along with her, easily. she had silver, cunning eyes like bullets and a sharp tongue, traits easily accompanied with ash's. maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he had dragged it out to be. he expected to resent everybody in the room, no matter who they were. it wasn't that he wanted to; he just assumed that they would all be newbies and isolate them, leading on their lives as normally as they could with super powers. the thought of isolation brought goosebumps to his arms.

      he relaxed his hips and crossed his arms, allowing himself to become more comfortable easing in with the crowd. for once, in the year he had been alive, he was exactly like everyone else. well, maybe not exactly, but similar to. that was okay. he could deal with that. as long as he knew who he was dealing with.

      ash studied the girl in front of him. the quivering of her top lip told him she was rather uncomfortable not knowing why they were here. her gaze shifted back and forth and without meaning to ash had already picked out her weakness; ignorance. he wasn't surprised. he expected nothing less from black widow's apprentice. though he didn't really see a need to, ash kept that thought in the back of his mind. there were two things he liked to know in a person, their strengths and weaknesses. his weakness, obviously, was logic. thinking on the spot. he needed time to process everything, to make sense of what was happening. he had nearly no common sense and the synapses in his brain function about a millisecond slower than that of a normal human's. another glitch in his matrix. he had no ration, no control of his temper. his semi-artificial heart spoke faster than his mind.

      because of this, it took a couple of seconds for ash to analyze artifice's question. he decided to avoid the topic of why they were there, as nobody seemed to know and bringing it up again seemed redundant. he swallowed, trying to come up with a reply that didn't make him sound more arrogant than he already was. "it's weird because it's normal to me. i could do it ever since i was, well, created, and people treat it like a natural anomaly. i guess it is, but it never seemed that way. like learning to speak your native language at a young age? it's kind of like that." he swallowed again, a small grin pricking at the corners of his mouth. "hell, it took me longer to learn how to brush my teeth than it did to lift up a car." super-strength was easy. it was the x-ray and heat vision that gave him trouble. x-ray vision confused him; sometimes his eyes would dilate to x-ray and in the instance afterward return to normal. it gave him a massive headache, and six months of peripheral vision only helped a little. the heat vision, however, was a bigger problem. it seemed to be activated by anger or passion, a strong emotion being emphasized. ash had no control over it.

      ash averted his thoughts back to artifice. he knew there were a couple of kids here older than he was supposed to be- technically everybody was older than him, by a lot- and he started to get the feeling that she was one of them. artifice had a mature and sophisticated stature to her, a huge contrast between any of the other super-kids. "i'm sick of my story, though. what about you? were you born incredibly sneaky or is it a trait that's taught?" black widow seemed like the dream mentor. she was smart, quick, and impeccably keen. unlike superman, she seemed to actually care about what she was doing instead of caring about how the paparazzi were going to perceive her every move.
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( ♔ ) → reese : raptor

Postby morris. » Thu Dec 04, 2014 4:14 pm

      ( . reese mendoza )
        ( protege of falcon ) ( age sixteen ) ( location gymnasium ) ( tags celine )
          ______"yeah, I definitely couldn't reach it." he replied, his happy tone continuing. he was right, he couldn't reach it. not without standing on his tip toes. reese wasn't tall. he stood at a humble five foot six. so yeah, celine towered above him. but that didn't bother him, he had accepted his filipino roots long ago--even if that meant being short. besides, his shortness, and all around scrawniness made him a lot more, well, aerodynamic. which meant more speed, more control, and an all-around smoother ride for both him and his robotic wings.
          ______"he has a big heart." reese replied in regard to falcon. technically--both reese and sam didn't have to acknowledge each other, they were only 'related' by marriage, and that didn't mean anything to some people. but it meant something to sam, and reese really appreciated it. especially since reese didn't have any aunts or uncles on his mother's side of the family, and reese never really knew his dad, so he was out of the question. now that he was working alongside with sam, that just made things a bit easier on reese. especially in times where reese felt like he didn't belong in this field.
          ______"hard to catch up with, huh? that fast?" she probably meant that to be a little more metaphorical. reese wasn't sure. it could be taken both ways. the flash was, after all, the fastest man on earth. reese often wondered why he didn't use his abilities to kill the competition in the olympics. maybe there were regulations set against him. it's such a hard life being a metahuman--that is what reese decided over all. but then again, it wasn't his place to assume that, seeing as he was a human boy with human parents, and human qualities.
          ______it was nice to receive a little reassurance about this ordeal. it had been forcing reese to lose sleep. he'd just lie awake thinking, and thinking about it. that was also a habit of his. he has a lot of habits--more bad than good. more self destructive than character building. but he was still here, standing solidly, and not melting into a big reese mendoza soup puddle. suddenly celine began stating a lot of points reese hadn't even thought of. probably because of the pedestal he often put the heroes up on. but then again that pedestal only existed because he was constantly surrounded by people who had supported them so fully--and reese had always been a flexible thinker. he usually went with what the crowd was thinking, not because he was a follower, but beacuse he liked to make people happy. and the best way to make people happy was by agreeing with their opinions. so he decided he's be open about celine's words. maybe she was right. "why are you sorry? I think it's make sense. all the heroes here have such huge labels, it's basically impossible for them to really do anything without the public, or the enemy for that matter, hearing about it. so who knows if crime is really being fought, or if there's something we don't know about. I mean, they're only super, not perfect." god, it felt so weird saying that--but now that he did, it made sense.
          ______the more she spoke, the more he was able to understand what she was like. it helped him form a new mental mindset for this conversation. his ability to adapt quickly was a bonus in this situation. celine was a bit stranger than most people reese associated with, but that was by no means a bad thing. it was interesting. he liked seeing her react, he liked hearing opinions that had never been covered before. it really fed the mind, most speech that left a person's lip on a whim did just that. "hey, hey. don't be sorry." reese offered a smile--one of many--but this one was a bit calmer, easy going. it was like he had taken on a new personality. "you make good points." this side of him continued, and then he put his hand out for her to shake. "how about we agree not to just leave each other in the dust--no adios. I think a friend or two here will benefit us both."
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( ♔ ) → celine

Postby cheesewedge » Sat Dec 06, 2014 8:30 am

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○ female ○ eightteen ○ biochemist ○
○ where; gymnasium ○ tagged; reese ○

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xxxxxthe flash was a very good mentor, one of the best teachers that she had ever had, but he was a literal genius. "yep... some of the topics he talks are about are so complex and confusing, i end up with a huge headache by the end of the day. sometimes it isn't even a teaching session. just small talk to pass some time. he's also, well, really freaking fast." it was hard to believe that she was being taught by barry allen, the one and only flash, the fastest man alive. he was also a great role model. it didn't hurt that he was also very caught up to date with modern life.

xxxxxceline took a second glace at reese when he made his second statement. it was as if his personality had completely changed, though he had developed a new identity or something. weird... she nodded at his words. at least one person agreed with her, even if he might be lying. who cared, it was nice to talk to someone, for once, who didn't completely underestimate her. the part about superheroes not being invincible was also a very, very true fact. "you know what?" she laughs, "why not?" she grasps his hand and gives it a hearty shake, before dropping back. "you're right, it's better to make more friends than enemies." she didn't really have friends, and had tons of enemies for accidentally mouthing off to wrong people, at the wrong time, and the wrong place. that probably wasn't encouraged here. especially when pretty much everyone here was gifted in some kind of way, super strength, flight, all of those superpowers that were suppose to be complete fantasy but apparently weren't. these people could probably beat her up and scare her off with one simple glare. plus, captain america had just told everyone to play nice, and she didn't want to disappoint him. he was like the popular kid you wanted to suck up to, but secretly disliked. except celine didn't dislike the captain. how could she? he was a hero. in fact, he happened to also be one of the best and most respected.

xxxxxquiet for a few moments, she suddenly opens her mouth for no reason whatsoever. "well, if we are being brought together to defeat some hardcore villain, then i wonder how they're going to train us." classes that would never be taught in school, simulations, the possibilities were endless. it would be suicide to throw them straight into a real mission, and celine didn't exactly think that the agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. were that stupid. the most exciting part of all this to her was the gadgets that they might maybe be presented with. oh, what she what give to get her hands on some state-of-the-art equipment. oh, what a nerd she was. "do you maybe think that they'll give us some cool goodie bags filled with stuff like those awesome microphone headset thingies and those bad-a sunglasses that can scan pretty much anything and tell up what they are? or who they are?" she adds, suddenly giddy with excitement. everything just seemed to get better and better as she kept sprouting things out loud that happened to occupy her mind. she chuckled at herself. making a fool of herself seemed to come naturally to her.
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jackdaw {1}

Postby xxxxxx » Sat Dec 20, 2014 1:11 pm

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Jackson sighed contentedly as he looked into the mirror, figuring he looked alright. After all, it's not like he cared what anyone thought of him. He wasn't bad looking by any extent of the imagination, but yes, perhaps a bit messy. The boy had never brushed his hair a day in his life, so it seemed, and it looked as though he hadn't given much thought to shaving that morning either. His routine didn't consist of prettying himself, just making sure he didn't smell like four day old Hawaiian pizza that had been forgotten under the couch after that crazy party last month. Don't ask. A generous amount of deodorant wouldn't hurt, and neither would a healthy dose of toothpaste, mouthwash, cologne, or body spray. If he wasn't going to contribute too much aesthetically, he might as well go ahead and do society the favor of smelling like someone who knows what they're doing with their life. His black jeans and Converse both had multiple holes in them from his infamously bad luck with his skateboard, and there was quite clearly some kind of stain on his red flannel. Frustrated, he unbuttoned it to reveal a loose black muscle shirt. Maybe that way the stain wasn't so much on display, and people would actually have to be looking to find it.

It doesn't matter, he told himself, for by now he was obscenely late and Miles would probably be super peeved if he found out his protégé spent five years staring at his reflection in the mirror instead of actually trying to get to the meeting.

Jack sucked in a sharp breath and patted his cheek before grabbing the leather bag his father left him, labeled RP for Richard Parker, and heading out the door. Since he wasn't masked or anything, it would be a rather daft idea to try and travel New York City by web, leaving him with the options of hailing a taxi or riding the subway. He'd always hated taxis. How the seats seemed damp and powdery, with the strong stench of the butts of previous passengers and- no doubt- lots of foreign bodily fluids. All he can visualize as he sits in the back of the hideously yellow vehicle is some red-faced, pale-haired, chubbo tourist kid getting reacquainted with his animal crackers. This meant the subway was the likely candidate, even though in truth it wasn't much better. The twenty-one year old child stood on the dirty, crowded bus and clutched the slippery metal pole as the doors closed and they shot down the tunnel. A rather unkempt looking man with ketchup- or at least, what Jack hoped was ketchup- in his handlebar mustache stared at him sourly, looking him up and down like a piece of meat. "Where you headed, boy?" He asked in his low, gruff voice but Jackson just chuckled lightly to himself, pretending he hadn't heard. Oh, yeah. That's what he'd forgotten about the subway.

It took about thirty agonizing minutes of sweaty bodies jammed into a small, dirty train before he finally got to where he needed to be and panted to catch his breath, wondering if he still smelled like he knew what he was doing with his life. He walked down the empty halls, every step echoing tauntingly, and burst into the teeming gym. It seemed as though everyone stopped to look at him. "Uh. Hi."


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