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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on May 17, 2017 17:28:36 GMT -5
This is never private! I don't mind creating duplicates! ;3
Requirements:
Please be literate, descriptive, and able to type at least 10 lines per post!
Plot:
My guy is a criminal. A famous one at that. Known for killing, severely injuring civilians and police officers, and stealing, he lives a hard life constantly trying to evade the police. Now he isn't just your normal person. He has the ability to control ice, which is a huge help in his criminal activities and how he manage to escape all the time. On the other hand, your girl is sent to help capture this new ice person. Your girl has the ability to control fire, but is instructed to only use it when needed. The two end up running into each other one night and fighting, with your girl as the last one standing, ready to take my guy in. As she is about to take him in, a gang interferes with them, who just so happen to know my guy. Much to my guy's disliking, he ends up saving your girl from a certain fate, and your girl now knows that he has some good left in him. Your girl does turn in my guy, which results in my guy being constantly monitored by your girl as he has to undergo experiments to help 'calm him down'. This could lead to her having pity on him, which she helps him escape. Eventually they'll end up sticking together, living on the run.
{Side Note: Since their powers clash, their personalities do too. Excuse the irony, but my guy, despite having ice powers, acts like a hothead. He's always stubborn and wanting to get into fights. Your girl, aside from her fire powers, is stuck up and cold hearted, stopping at nothing to obey orders and capture my guy.}
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Post by Stormsong~ on May 17, 2017 19:04:43 GMT -5
Hello ^^ My name is Storm, and I'd love to roleplay this if you would have me? )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on May 17, 2017 19:21:46 GMT -5
{Welcome! Glad you like the plot. I'd love to have you! ;3. With that, we can just jump right into the RP. So would you like to start, or do you want me to?}
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Post by Stormsong~ on May 17, 2017 19:24:53 GMT -5
(Thank you! I am really excited ^^ I'd love if you could start, if you don't mind. I can give you a more quality reply if I have a little to go off of in the scene before I write ^^' Sorry to ask you to start ^^' )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on May 17, 2017 22:17:08 GMT -5
{Ah, I'm so sorry for the poof! I was talking to my friend for a long while. And don't worry! It's perfectly fine. I don't mind starting at all. ;3}
The air around him was cold. Something Leon had known his entire life. His powers over ice caused him to be permanently cold, which wasn't exactly a nice feeling. Especially during the winter months. But the whole ice powers were pretty sweet. He was able to do so much with his powers. He could have even helped people! But that seemed unlikely, especially since everyone began to isolate him, calling him things like freak and monster. It drove him mad, which in turn caused him to be a criminal. It started with stealing, than it gradually turned into taking lives as police started using force on him after he refused to go with them. Civilians even got caught up in it, but he didn't care. Not anymore. He was in too deep. He always found himself getting into fights, even though it usually caused him more trouble. He always had the advantage though with his powers.
Anyway, tonight just felt...different for some reason. The police were always on the lookout for him, as he always walked the streets at night. But tonight was strangely quiet. Shrugging his shoulders to himself and dismissing that thought, he continued walking down one of the side streets, making his way to a corner store to grab a quick snack. The street lights on this street were really dim, and it was the perfect spot for gangs to be lurking around. Thankfully, there were none. Not yet anyway. At the end of the street was a single building with lights on. Perfect. He would go in, steal a bunch of junk food, then get out without having the cops come. Then he would head to the place he called home.
Leon had on his usual black hoodie and a dark pair of jeans. Just casual enough to pass off as a normal guy, but still pretty suspicious at that. The hoodie wasn't nearly enough to shield him from the cold, but at least it was something. You would think that he was used to it by now, but the nights were usually always colder, and that didn't help at all. Passing a main road to the side of him, he continued walking closer and closer to the building, mouth watering as he imagined the feast he was going to have tonight.
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Post by Stormsong~ on May 17, 2017 22:22:13 GMT -5
(Okay ^^ I may fall asleep before I reply to this, but I'll have one out tonight or tomorrow)
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Post by Stormsong~ on May 18, 2017 19:56:06 GMT -5
(Replying now~ sorry for the epic poof. >.< today was ridiculously busy)
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Post by Stormsong~ on May 18, 2017 20:11:24 GMT -5
Kimber walked with a confident and silent stride along the ally ways that she knew like the back of her hand. The short young woman, only five foot three despite all of the attitude contained in her tiny, lithe body, was clad in a black trench coat that reached her knees like a dress and was accented by lacy black leggings underneath. There was no need to be indecent- she could take down the bad guy while looking cute and classy, but the outfit was a moot point to the young woman- she would take down the bad guy no matter what she was wearing or what was happening. She was the pride of her agency, and she was going to keep it that way. She had to- for her own life and for the pride that she craved like her next breath from her work. There was also a slightly more…deadly incentive, but she would rather not think of that. On a night like tonight, the night of a chase, her blood was already dancing at 110 degrees Fahrenheit, and she wasn’t in the mood to see the correlation between worry and her internal temperature anytime soon.
Luckily, despite being hot blooded, Kimber was chill under pressure, and she would need every ounce of that chill if she was going to succeed that night because she was about to take on the coldest criminal in the business. Truth be told, no one at the agency knew his real name- at least not yet. The guy had fallen off the face of the planet after a certain, young age, and after that the government had let him slip through the cracks. She liked to call him Jack Frost- figured it would make him a little hot under the collar to be called that. And Kimber? She liked the heat.
As the you woman walked, she felt the first tongues of flame licking eagerly at the tips of her fingers under her gloves, and she took a deep breath in- silencing the flickers into simpering cinders. Now wasn’t the time for that; it never was. If she used her powers, it had to be an emergency situation. If she lost control people could die. Sure, she had trained for months to have perfect control over everything, but there was always a margin of error. The unknown. Kimber didn’t like the unknown.
As the little corner store came into view, the redheaded young woman slid against the rough, russet bricks of the alley way- shoulder length auburn trendels spaying into the wall as she into the shadows as her intense blue eyes danced with conviction. Some would say that her eyes were pure, striking blue ice. But anyone who looked deep enough into her iris would know that they were nothing but the hottest, purest flame.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on May 18, 2017 22:44:53 GMT -5
{Ah, no worries! :3}
The guy's hands were stuffed deep in the pockets of his black hoodie, glancing around every now and then with the slightest hint of caution. There was someone in the distance, but they weren't worth his time. Leon approached the corner store, stepping into the streetlight with a frown while narrowing his eyes slightly. He hated being clearly visible, preferring to stick to the shadows. But that was the least of his problems right now. He approached the front of the store from the side, stepping through the automatic sliding doors. The store was nice and quiet. No customers that he was able to see. He could feel the clerk eyeing him, but he quickly set his plan into motion. Walking briskly into the snack aisle, he started grabbing everything in sight and stuffing them in his jacket. Hearing the clerk begin to shout at him, Leon shot his empty palm out towards the guy, silencing him as ice began to fill the store. Without a second glance towards the clerk, Leon then walked out of the store, content with a jacket full of snacks. That would last him a while for sure, and he grinned to himself for a job well done. Sighing to himself and turning his body in the direction of the abandoned building he called home, he began making his way there. Hopefully without any obstacles.
Something seemed to bother him though. As he was walking, something felt wrong. But what? Dismissing the fact and straightening up his posture, he shook his head to himself, as if that was a foolish thought. Reaching a hand up from his side, he pulled his hood up over his head, hoping that feeling would go away quickly. As much as he wanted to eliminate everyone and everything in his way, he couldn't right now. Not in a public place with cameras and lights. Even he had common sense not to do those things where it was easily visible and where the police could come in an instant. He usually did his criminal activities in isolated alleyways, but even still that caused trouble for civilians, since he never knew when to stop.
Stuffing his cold hands back into his somewhat warm pockets, he yawned, which caused his breath to become visible, like smoke dissipating into the air. It reminded him of the times when he was a young kid, during those really cold days in winter, when he would exhale and was able to see his breath appear for a second. It was always nostalgic to him, though he could never seem to enjoy it anymore. He wasn't a kid any longer, and he wasn't able to become a normal person again. He was in too deep with these powers and this criminal stuff, though every now and then he longed for just one peaceful day.
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Post by Stormsong~ on May 20, 2017 10:18:58 GMT -5
That day wasn’t going to be a peaceful one; Kimber was going to make sure of that. The young woman’s blue eyes blazed with intensity as she studied her soon to be adversary with the closest scrutiny that a couple block’s distance and the faint glow of a street light would allow. If she was being honest, it wasn’t much to go off of, but she had been in worse survalliance situations before. At least she had a clear visual this time around; the young woman rolled her eyes as she though of the time that the agency had had her track targets form 2 miles away just using their heat signatures- the extent of her limits. Needless to say, she had passed out at the end and slept for three days, but no body talked about that one. Kimber had fantastic control of her powers, but anyone who brought up that mission or suggested something similar always somehow managed to mysteriously end up with their eyebrows and arm hair singed to a crisp. Kimber was rather curt, and something about a new hair cut did wonders for people’s bad attitudes.
But then wasn’t really the time for reverie; she had a bad guy to nap. For whatever reason, the agency was hellbent on getting this guy locked up, and she wasn’t really one to question; it wasn’t really a luxury afforded to her at the moment. Still though, he looked normal enough from far away; although, being someone who controlled an element herself, she knew that outward appearance was a terrible indicator of what lie beneath. Granted, her auburn hair was a rather alarming beacon to anyone who knew she had powers and wanted to take a stab at what they were, but the common civilian would be clueless that she could fry them in a under five minutes, and that the man entering the corner store could probably freeze their blood solid in under a minute. If she had to guess, that was probably put her on this case in the first place. The powers thing, sure, but mostly because she was fire and he was ice, and that made for a much nicer combination than, say, sending in someone who controlled the Earth or a normal human in a space heater. It was a drag, but this was her fish to fry, and she was itching to get back to HQ and away from people. She rather hated people. The convince store doors slid open a few minutes later, and Kimber watched he young man’s rather swift advance towards the ally way where she had managed to move to while he was having fun stealing things and scaring the day lights out of the store clerk. Messing with civilians was fun, but it was also highly unnecessary and totally unprofessional. When the man passed in front of her hiding spot, Kimber reached out from the shadows and grabbed him by the hood, throwing him roughly against the wall of the ally as her heart started beating faster. This was it- the fight. The chase. The battle. She lived for it; it really heated her up. “What do you think you’re doing, Frosty? I would hope you are playing Robin Hood with those snacks, but I don’t think that that is the case. How about you come quietly?” She offered, looking at him with a straight lipped face and irritated and blazing eyes.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on May 20, 2017 19:51:09 GMT -5
{Sorry it took so long! I went to someone else's wedding and it felt like it took all day.}
Suddenly, Leon was slammed against a wall, grunting at the impact as his body hit the brick building. Glaring daggers at the one responsible, he was about to throw a punch but a female voice filled the air, causing him to stop even if it was for a second. Leon listened, although rather impatiently, and huffed when she referred to him as Frosty. As he listened, the air started to grow colder around them at a significant rate as he grew more and more ticked off. The reason he was being chased was because they-the government-wanted to harness this new power of his. Besides that, they were meaning to 'learn more' about him, which translated to experimenting on him. Yes, they had the girl in their clutches, but it would be inhuman to do that kind of stuff to her. But experimenting on a criminal who has taken countless lives was a different story. Although nobody was informed of this, Leon had a bad feeling that they might want him for those reasons.
"You're in my way!" Leon spat as he shoved his palm outwards toward her, causing a barrage of sharp icicles to form between them and shoot toward her with incredible force. It was a battle of the elements now. Though the thing was, he had no idea who she was or where she wanted to take him exactly. He just fought everyone, regardless of who it was.
"Like h- I'm going with you." He sneered, running a hand through his messy black hair while proceeding to step by, expecting there to be a body. After that attack, anyone would be impaled by those icy spikes in an instant. His ice was deadly, as he loved making the tips as sharp as an actual knife. He left his newly formed ice sculpture there with a grin, before turning his back to it.
"Frosty, huh?" He nearly growled, unknowingly clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. He was certainly curious of who that girl is-or rather was-but he shrugged his shoulders. She certainly knew who he was...although everyone kind of did already, he supposed.
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Post by Stormsong~ on May 23, 2017 21:26:41 GMT -5
(I'll have a reply up tommorrow. ^^)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on May 23, 2017 21:27:44 GMT -5
{Alright! Sounds good! ;3}
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Post by Stormsong~ on May 24, 2017 6:26:37 GMT -5
The momentary hesitation was all the opening that Kimber needed to back up a few paces; she wasn’t one to resort to violence first, and if the man wanted to cool down and talk it out then she would be more than happy to do so. From the livid look in his eyes, however, that wasn’t likely to happen. She needed more time to read her opponent anyway, and looking at the situation from a little farther away could be a huge advantage if handled correctly. She was a fan of sparing the little attacks when possible and lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to deal a much more impactful blow. A rush of regret ran through her for about half a second as she took in the kids hunger pained frame sagged against the wall in the moments after the blow, but it was quickly singed away. She had her own family to protect; there was no time for remorse. She could regret her life after she was buried in the ground and burning in the pits and her family was safe far far away from the sins of the agency she worked for.
But, it was Kimber’s turn to pause at the sudden temperature drop that swept through the ally like a burst of winter wind. Was he that powerful? Controlling an element was one thing, but manifesting the area to such an extent indicated that the adversary before her either had a lot of potential or was extremely powerful. Or both, in which case she was screwed. Kimber knew the potential power inside of the boy from experience- it reminded her of herself before the agency had gotten a hold of her and “trained” her. It was dangerous. The real question was if he was trying to bluff her by doing a small show of his power, or if it was a natural defense mechanism. She hoped to God that it was the first because the second option… She shivered.
And then he was speaking, and Kimber focused intently on his being- trying to gauge his next move from his voice and the minuscule moments of his muscles. That hardly prepared her for what followed his shout. Suddenly, a barrage of icicles formed out of thin air as the moisture there froze into razor sharp missiles. Kimber hardly had time to react as she threw up her own hands and let a thin view of fire cover them. The feeling of heat coursing through her snapped her concentration for only a split second, but it was just long enough for one of the shards to hit her just below the knees, causing her to crumple into a kneeling position with a sharp hiss of pain. Or maybe that was the steam as fire met ice and both evaporated into the air like smoke.
She hadn’t used her powers in combat in forever, but the boy had really almost gotten one. He was so fast with his moments, and she hadn’t expected him to be so fatally hostile so quickly. She didn’t want to keep using her powers, but there was a little voice inside of her that whispered the truth she didn’t want to hear. If she didn’t use her powers, she was going to die. Resigning herself to a bout of self hatred later, she let her hands warm up as she warmed the molecules around her into heat and the tops of her hand burned to provide fuel for the fire. Not missing a beat even to wince, she pinned the boy with her fiery gaze.
Kimber sighed sighed. She really didn’t want to do this, but…. “Indeed. And just like Frosty the Snowman, I’m afraid you’re about to melt!” And that is then a string of fire shot from her hands directly towards his body.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on May 24, 2017 15:21:26 GMT -5
Leon's grin quickly faded as he dared a glance back after hearing movement. This girl...who was she? After that, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. She was charging at him, and he was getting ready to unleash more of his fury at her, but not before she was able to pin him down. She was more agile than he was, and that was a good advantage for her.
Leon was indeed powerful, but that was only because he had so much pent up rage as well as adrenaline inside of him. Even he had his limits. And he realized it once fire began to appear and shoot towards him. Everything suddenly became clear to him at that moment. But the terror he felt upon seeing the fire when he was at his most vulnerable state was nostalgic. It reminded him of the first time he used his powers against another human, when he had accidentally killed them. The terror was apparent in his eyes as well, and at that moment he looked more like a human being than a freakish monster with powers. The only thing he could do at that moment was cover his face with his arms as the fire made contact with his body. His mind was racing, but one thing was clear. Through the pain of the burns, there was warmth. Something he hadn't experienced in a long time.
Fire always beat ice in the end.
With the thought of defeat in his mind, he knew he would hold it against her for a long time. Smoke began to radiate off his body, and he was breathing rather heavily as the pain mixed with the lurking terror of what was going to happen to him. Leon turned his head, glancing away from the girl as he rested his arms at his sides. Scowling once more as he returned to his usual self, he regained his usual composure. It took him a minute, but he glared up at her, beginning to speak.
"Say Frosty the Snowman one more time. I dare you." He threatened with a low growl in his voice, but didn't attempt to move, as his arms got burnt too. Sighing, he continued. "So, Flame Princess, what do you want with me?"
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Post by Stormsong~ on May 25, 2017 18:56:38 GMT -5
The terror in the man’s eyes was almost enough to give Kimber pause in her attack- almost. The old version of her would have stopped immediately and doubled over crying and begging the man to forgive her, but not the new Kimber. She was better than that now; she had to be. The world had had no mercy for her, and she so would and could have no mercy for the world. So, she let the flames singe her palms into an inky black mess of ashes the embers surged forth from her palms. Although she would never admit to it, the girl missed the feeling of release that shooting the flames gave her. Sure, it shredded her skin like meat on a cooking skewer, but the release of energy and adrenaline that soared through her blocked out all the pain until she came down form her energy high.
Back at the Facility, she wasn’t allowed to use her powers unless she was helping out with something or training them, and those were very rare occurrences. The rest of the time, she was forced to keep her palms gloved at all times and display “high discipline over her emotions and gift”. The young woman shuddered at the memory of the last time she had slipped up on those rules- it made her burn wounds look like a finger prick, and she still had a scar. The people who “employed” her weren’t messing around when it came to obedience, and she wasn’t about to need a remedial lesson.
So when the boy finally crumpled to the ground with smoking defeat radiating off of him, Kimber sighed and reached behind her to produce a pair of handcuffs. She gently grabbed the man’s singed arms, growling slightly at the night name as she snapped then into place. “I’m just doing my job, and what I want from you isn’t really in your clearance to to know right now. I’m sorry that I had to attack you like that, but I don’t take kindly to people trying to kill me.” She paused then, sighing as she reached into her pocket to produce a small container of tincture. “This is burn medicine. It should help with the pain.” She applied to gently to the worst of the burned areas before applying it to her palms which were covered in scars and marred beyond recognition. Wincing, she took a deep, calming breath in as she waited for the skin to repair itself. After a few moments, the skin knit itself together as the ashes turned back into flesh, but still the ugly scars remained. Regloving her hands, she rightened and reached down to pull him to his feet. “If you come quietly, I’ll spare you more pain. If you don’t, next time I’ll singe you to a crisp sans soothing medicine.” The look in her eyes assured that it was a promise and not a threat.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on May 28, 2017 0:29:57 GMT -5
{Sorry for not replying for a few days! Looks like I'm the one who ended up being busy. :'3}
Luckily for him, he had realized that the snacks he had stolen absorbed most of the damage around his chest. Unfortunately, they were now singed to a crisp. His arms had gotten the worst of it, but once he was able to use his powers again, he could cool them down a bit. Feeling the handcuffs around his wrists caused a flood of bad memories of all the times he was previously sent to prison before escaping. It was a feeling of defeat, which Leon absolutely despised. He never lost, so it infuriated him to no end. He was usually able to get away, but not this time. Not when there was someone able to overpower him.
"Your job? And what would that be?" Leon paused as he winced slightly at the burn medicine, which stung a little on impact. Giving him some medicine was a kind gesture, one that he knew he didn't deserve. Though he was never going to admit it, he was grateful. Glancing over at her charred hands, he almost felt pity for her. But she quickly repaired her own skin and slid the gloves she was wearing back on.
"You too, huh?" Nodding his head towards her hands, then glancing down towards his cuffed ones. "You can rarely tell in the dim light, but I get some serious frostbite when I use my powers. I've gotten used to it at first, but it gets worse later on. My body is used to it though, so luckily I don't have to get them amputated." Leon's voice cracked a bit, not used to talking this much anymore. It wasn't like telling her was going to do anything, but it actually felt...nice to talk. He hadn't held a conversation with someone in forever. He did his best to try and avoid eye contact with the girl, otherwise he knew he'd get furious again.
Leon stood up, listening to her 'promise' with a slight chuckle. "I've experienced worse pain before, you think that's gonna phase me?" He laughed at his own words, as if that was nothing. But those dark, depressing words were all he knew. "It's not like you would understand, though." Leon spoke those words under his breath, glaring at the ground. Pain was something he was never able to escape from, and he thought someone like her should be able to figure it out. Well, guess not. Despite his words, he didn't resist. It was useless, trying to escape in his current situation. Deciding to spare some energy for later, he started walking alongside her, waiting for an answer to his first question. He was growing anxious by the second as he could only imagine where she was taking him.
As she lead him down the dark alley and away from the convenience store, something or someone was lurking in the shadows. Not a second later, there were about fifteen gang members with a variety of guns standing in front of them. They weren't just any gang however; judging by the symbol on their right shoulder they happened to be the Crows, who Leon affiliated with occasionally. His initial thought was to see how this girl was gonna handle this and slip away while she wasn't looking, but he just decided to step back and watch for now, deciding is was his best option to stay. Yes he felt worse pain before, but he'd rather avoid unnecessary suffering. He knew full well that if you ticked someone off that had powers, that you would face wrath worse than any human could inflict. And she had the power over fire, spare him, and it was obvious in her last statement that she was not joking. So he stepped out of their way, not wanting to get pummeled with fire or bullets. The ice wielder leaned against the brick wall, leaving this completely up to her. That was, unless he decided to change his mind and step in to help her, though that was highly unlikely...or so he thought. With guns aimed at her, the gang showed no mercy.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jun 22, 2017 21:12:28 GMT -5
The smell of singed chocolate wafter through the air. It was sweet at first, but then the acrid odor of the molted plastic rung through as a gentle reminder that the situation surrounding the two powered people was not as sweet as it appeared to be. It was funny how life worked like that- it didn’t care if you were a good or a bad person. Whether the resulting smell would be an aroma or a pungent odor, the fire consumed people and places and object without hesitation or trepidation. It wasn’t fair because sometimes terrible things happened to the best of people, and yet it was also the most fair thing in the world because all of the destruction was not descrimenatory. Kimber herself, the body of the flames raging beneath her skin, had an eerie sort of nonchalance around her. She wasn’t a particularly good or bad person, so she didn’t really care too much either. At the end of the day, flames brought finality and justice, and she intended to bring justice for whoever ignited her flames.
The handcuffs weren’t exactly the best part of the job either- just looking at the damn things had chills running up and down her spine. There were very, very horrifying memories associated with those things from the day that the people who she worked for all but took her life away. She had always been a reclusive, but she had had a life back in her hometown. She hadn’t appreciated them too much when she was younger, but her parents and her siblings were safe and with he back then. Then that day happened, they were dragged away, she was locked up. Normalcy was now a luxury that was now confined to her morning cup of coffee. Her daily dose of bitter, ebony liquid. A reminder that just because something is hard to deal with doesn’t mean that one can’t their teeth and get through it. Maybe she had a heart underneath all of the fire and brimstone, but she tucked it away every morning when she took her last searing hot sip. She had to be just bitter as her surroundings called for that morning. Sometimes, she would feel like Boston style coffee at the end of the day, but most days she felt like the darkest pot every brewed.
But that was beside the point at the current moment, she had a powerful person in her grip, and he required a close eye. Normally, she wasn’t one who was much for conversation, but if talking kept the man calm she figured she could endure a few minutes of idle chit chat. Granted, the question he asked were rather … probing- laced with subs jabs begging for information that she had no intentions of revealing other than in vague little hints, but it was a small evil to bare to keep him distracted from attempting to destroy her. Thinly veiled promises of doom saved thousands of people from being frozen to death every single day. “Yeah, singeing my flesh off took some getting used to.”
“My job is rather interesting. I get to go out and meet and work with tons of people who are similar to you and I.” She answered vaguely, throwing a fake tone of happiness Ito her voice despite the very evident undertone of exasperation underneath of it all. What? She was as cool as a cucumber, but that didn’t meant that she had to necessarily like what she was forced to do for a living. Besides, she couldn’t give away too much information all at the start; the wouldn’t be any fun. Then again, “fun” wasn’t really a work that was used very frequently in the “priories” section of her vocabulary. Thankfully, “classified” was.
At his suggestion that she didn’t know what pain was, the woman’s eyes slitted into dangerous and gleaming gems. With a growl, she grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him against the unforgiving bricks of the ally wall behind them. Normally, she kept her head together, but something about the way the little brat suggested that this was an easy life for her really lit her fire. “Don’t you dare act like you know my story, boy. I’m sorry you have struggled, but don’t think for a second that I haven’t been through hell.” After a moment, the blackness near the edges of her her vision receded, and she relaxed onto the heels of her feet with a centering breath. “Sorry.” Just as she was withdrawing out of the boy’s personal space bubble, there was a terrifying noise surrounding them. Footsteps, lots of footsteps. Before she knew it, 15 gang members surrounded them. The calm that had coursed through her just a few moments before was washed away in the tirade of the adrenaline that now filled her whole body as she swung her head side to side to take in the scene. This was not good, and that was the understatement of the century. Especially if the tattoos on the men were anything to identify them by. She was officially screwed. Taking another deep breath to calm the rough palpitations of her heart, she growled and stepped further into the circle of dangerous gang members. “Good evening.” She said frigidly, eyeing them all. She waited for them to react, and after a few seconds she made a harsh movement, waiting for all the guns to fire like a chorus of bullets into the night. When they did, she lit up like a comet, surrounding herself and the boy in a wall of flame as the bullets exploded on the outside of the shield. Looks of horror fell over the faces of some of the gang members as some mouthed the word “monster”. Despite the defeaning pops of the bullets, Kimber felt the words echoing in her soul. Tonight was not her night as the pang of sadness caused her concentration to slip up and a bullet nailed the agent straight in the shoulder. Pain like the fury shot through her as she cried out and fell to the ground. Several of the members advanced on her the, a few of the blithering idiots leering over her with sick grins on their faces as they pinned her wrists. “A fiery one. This could be fun.” He threw her a wink. Kimber wanted to burn him alive. But, the agony of her shoulder was too disconcerting as her vision swam from the pain. She had never had a high pain tolerance for anything other than burn wounds and emotional pain, and it was really coming back to bite her now. “Get away.” She moaned out, fighting weakly at the creepy men.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 23, 2017 20:26:36 GMT -5
"That makes two of us." Leon responded to her comment about getting her flesh singed off. The warmth always felt nice at first coming from a guy who only knew the cold, but the searing pain came soon afterward. Thinking back to Kimber's attack earlier, he realized that she might have been holding back. Maybe she secretly had a soft spot somewhere, and didn't want to hurt anyone in the first place? He was gonna find out one way or another.
A loud thump interrupted the calm of the night, causing Leon to grunt at the unexpected movement. The look of confusion quickly turned into anger as his icy blue eyes narrowed right back at her, ticked off at her for slamming him into the wall like that. Her words just made it worse, and he struggled in the cuffs, making a rattling noise.
"The word struggle doesn't even come CLOSE to anything I've been through! You say you've been dragged through he||, but compared to that I met the devil himself." The ice wielder spoke with a harsh tone, dead serious. The harsh words rang through the cold night air, and the boy let out a frustrated sigh. Turns out she didn't know his story either.
"You wouldn't have the slightest idea what they do to me-a former prisoner with a record so tarnished that I'll never be able to see freedom again. They run experiments that are so inhumane that I should have been dead at least a hundred times already. But they do everything in their power to keep me alive so they can continue to do those bloody tests."
Leon would have said more, but the girl stepped away from him and apologized. The boy slumped against the brick wall, exhausted from everything that happened. The words he spoke echoed in his mind, and he almost felt sick just thinking about all that.
Looking up at the gang was like looking up at a ray of hope. He could use this chance to get away, to be home free. He realized how easy it was to freeze his cuffs and smash them against the brick wall, granting him freedom. But...something held him back. Maybe it was how she attempted to protect the two of them from the storm of bullets, or how he saw some mouth the word 'monster'. But it wasn't about the word specifically, it was about how the girl reacted to it. In that moment, he could sympathize with her, having been called that word for years. It didn't bother him anymore, but it seemed to have hit her hard, even if she didn't exactly show it. The only reason he was able to tell was because he had went through that more times than he'd like to count.
During the time she was on the defensive, Leon managed to get his cuffed arms to the front of his body, and immediately sprang into action. He stretched his arms out in front of him, forcing the guys off of Kimber with some ice spikes to the vital points. He hands were shaking slightly by this point, and he felt as if they were about to fall off. There was no way he was going to attack the remaining people like that, so he took a sharp breath and created a gigantic ice wall between the two of them and the gang members. There was no way the gang was going to be able to get to the other side, and Leon made sure of it.
That was his way of apologizing to her for earlier without actually saying it. But he had collapsed to his knees, coughing up a bit of blood. It put quite a bit of pressure on him to do everything he did. Besides that and his hands, Leon was fine. His eyes moved over towards Kimber, wondering how she was holding up. He wasn't exactly worried, just curious. He thought there was no way he was going to worry about anyone.
"Get away? Is that the best you could do?" The ice bender tried to lighten the mood, stuffing his hands into the pocket on the front of his hoodie. The two of them looked like a huge mess, and that was to say the least. They were both broken beyond compare, even though they were so young.
Leon stood up, waiting for her to snap back to her usual self and drag him away to this 'classified place'. He didn't have a good feeling about whatever the place was, but wanted to just get there already to calm this anxious feeling he had.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Aug 17, 2017 21:35:54 GMT -5
“I used to just stare at my palms as they healed. Now, I’m so immune to the feeling that its almost sickening to watch. I feel like it just cements the fact that we are trapped in this cycle. “ A hallow look entered the woman’s eyes then, and a wry smile tugged faintly at the edges of her crimson lips. “The funny thing is that even though the damage repairs itself and the flesh bares no marks, it doesn’t wipe the memory of the pain away.” And with that she was silent again, at least until she slammed him into the way and seethed at him.
Still, for as livid as his statement had made her, it struck a chord within her. He was trapped too, just like her, and there was a certain type of icy guilt that was forming in her lungs for dragging him back to the hell. She knew about the testing; she knew all two well what kind of inhumane things they did to people with special abilities. It was horrifying, but the idea of what would become of her family was even more so. Blood ran thicker than water, and the man in shackles by her side was just a token she was willing to pay to buy the freedom of her family. Granted, it almost wasn’t worth the price, but the key word was almost. The nightmares would lick like the flames of hell at her soul for it later on anyways.
“I have an idea.” She bit out dryly, prepared to singe his eyebrows off. And that was when the noise and the panic started. The moment flashed by in a rush of panic and pain, and Kimber could do nothing but lay dazed on the ground as the surreality of the situation. The men seemed to be more terrifying the closer they got; Kimber was never a fan of people touching her or enclosed spaces. They just kept coming closer and closer…. But, she was too numb to scream.
And then, just as quick as the terrible moment had started, it was over and the scene that ended it was beautiful in its morbidity. All Kimber knew was fire, but almost as soon as she could blink, her world was filled with ice. Frozen pillars erected themselves from around the battlefield, and they seemed to run a tie dyed red prism against the faint light of the ally way and the blood spray. It was beautiful as if a natural, transparent disco ball was shimmering in shards around the area.
The fire commander simply started around the field, watching mesmerized as the lights danced, until a familiar voice snapped her out of the show of dancing lights. For a moment, she blankly drank in her prisoner’s features, uncomprehensive of what he said. After a few moments, the daze over her eyes lifted, and a genuine and geeky smile lit up her face like a soft candle glow. “I suppose that was rather lame.” She chuckled out before rising to her feet- once again the cold and unfeeling agent as the smile slide off her face with each foot of regained composure. “Right, this way then. And…thank you..for saving my life.”
“I wonder why he didn’t kill me when he had the chance.” People were strange. Perhaps killing a downed woman for freedom wasn’t a price that the odd man alongside her was willing to pay his humanity for.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 18, 2017 2:54:22 GMT -5
"You're talking like I don't know what that feels like!" Leon raised his voice, before grunting as she slammed him into the wall. If that was her way of trying to get him to shut up, it wasn't going to work. "Of course I know what that's like! You always act like you're worse off. What you aren't understanding is that I have it just as hard as you do." Leon glanced towards the aftermath of the fight, shoulders rising and lowering in a sigh. She wasn't able to tell from where she was, but behind him, his bound hands were shaking like leaves. He couldn't feel them right now, since they were completely numb. But soon enough they would come to bite him. He couldn't express how many times he ran back to his apartment, screaming into his sleeve so nobody heard him. But that was years ago. Now he just accepted his fate, suffering in silence as he could only stare at his blackened hands.
Leon huffed as she thanked him. "All I get is a thank you? How about you release me and we'll both be on our way?" Before he could open his mouth to speak again, she was dragging him along towards his certain doom. A sickening feeling rose up in his chest, and each step felt heavier and heavier. Not to mention that he was starting to feel again, so he bit his lip, his breathing increasing slightly. The criminal didn't speak for a while, just hung his head and watched the ground beneath him. Deep down, he knew he deserved it. For all the souls he had taken, it was only right to lock him up in the lab. He realized it had to be the lab because who else would send a flaming girl for him?
"Do you feel like this is what I deserve?" The question came out of nowhere, and he turned his head to stare her directly in the eye. His expression was dead serious, with a hint of sadness in it. He hadn't really considered her side of the story, as all they did was spew nonsense and self-loathing. He expected an answer from her. If not, he was going to pester her about it until she did, no matter how long that would be. The ice bender stopped walking, staring slightly down at the girl, head tilted a little to the right like a dog. They were probably really close by now. The pair had been walking what seemed like forever, and there was a clear sense of worry in everything he did, from his posture to his now quiet tone.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Aug 18, 2017 21:47:41 GMT -5
Ragged breaths ripped out of the normally cool demeanored woman. A snarl curled at her lips, and her eyes were alight like tiny spark of flame. “I don’t doubt that you have suffered, but keep in mind that you aren’t the only one with burdens. Stop your d*** pity party.” If there was one thing that Kimber didn’t have an patience for, it was self pity. Things happened, and people had to just pray and move on with their lives; complaining and whining didn’t make any situation better. “I have things to take care of as well. I’m not discounting your pains, but keep in mind that the world does not revolve around just you.” She paused then, regaining her breath as she panted.
“I’m sorry, did you want something else? I can buy you ice-cream?” She offer as a small smirk played over her lips. “Look, I don’t want to do this as much as you don’t want to, but sadly I don’t dictate the rules. I’m a pawn too, and we have to play the game because there are other pieces at work that are much bigger than us. I don’t mean to sound like a defeatist, and I’m really not one. But, the reality of the situation is that we have no choice but to roll with the punches. I promise that I’ll do my best to protect you as much as I can, though. It’s the least that I can do considering that you saved by life. If it were my choice, I would set you free right now.”
She paused, taking a breath and letting her throat, dry after being used so much, burn a bit. “Although, the killing and the violence needs to stop. Get a fake ID or skip the country if you have to. But, you aren’t a bad person, just misunderstood. But never, ever, take another life unless you have too.” She paused again then, letting his voice fill the air. “I don’t think you deserve it. But there are other people far more innocent than you or I who don’t deserve it either.” An intense pain spread out over her face then, mauling her brow as heartbreak trickled like a stain into her eyes.
She stopped then, leading him into an ally and knocking on an unassuming door. “Dante.” She said against the lining of the door. And then suddenly, the door opened a crack before swinging open. “Welcome back, Dante.” The bouncer said, allowing them to pass when looking over the captive with an interested, but not unpleasant look. The tunnel into which they entered was dark, and it seemed to loom on forever in the darkness. But, that darkness was a familiar friend to her now, and Kimber stepping inside with only a half second hesitation.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 5, 2018 16:38:29 GMT -5
Hey there
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