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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 24, 2016 17:08:12 GMT -5
Hello, and welcome! I'm in dire need to RP because I'm super bored with nothing to do. I'm going to be up practically all night since I kind of took two naps and it's Christmas tomorrow, so yeah. I'm gonna need something to do until I fall asleep.
{Note: This is NEVER private! I am always willing to create duplicates! :3}
Requirements:
Be literate (Using proper grammar and not many typos.) Be descriptive (Using imagery and strong language.) And lastly be able to type at least 25 lines per post.
The reason why is because I would like to improve my writing skills!
Plot:
One day, my guy discovered he has the power to control fire. He can make it appear out of thin air, shape it, bend it-basically do whatever he wants with it. He became known after someone was found burned alive with no traces of fire nearby. It somehow got tracked back to my guy, who was instantly declared a criminal, becoming infamous across the world. Just like that he became an outcast, which lead him to do things he never would have wanted. His life became a living nightmare, and he is constantly on the run from the government, police, and others who want to capture him. He just so happens to live in your girl's city. And soon after hearing the news about my guy, your girl discovered she has the power to control water and ice while helping people out at a hospital during her job. She became a hero, using her powers to help people. The two of them had heard about the other before, but they both hated the other with a passion. After all, they were complete opposites. We start the RP one night when my guy is running from the police. He gets shot, but ends up escaping. Soon after, the two of them run into each other. My guy despises her for being the hero, and he gets sassy with her. Your girl also gets sassy with him, and they end up getting into a fight with their powers when my guy ends up losing control of himself. When my guy collapses in defeat, what will your girl do? Will she help him, or take him in? Will she discover that he actually isn't that bad, and he can't help it, or will she try and turn him over to the police for the safety of everyone else?
Starter: {I ask for your posts to look something along the lines of this please!}
The night carried on as usual; a sudden winter breeze, the occasional sound of an engine as a car passed by, and lastly the ever so annoying chirping of insects. There was also the occasional sound of sirens as they whizzed by, but it wasn’t often. The main cause of the sirens-The Human Torch. He was famous for his power to control fire, and infamous for burning someone until they kind of died. The media ate that up quickly, spreading entirely false rumors about him. Once he had heard that he was a cold-blooded killer. That guy just happened to be the unluckiest guy on Earth. He didn’t mean to hurt anyone, he just found himself in a desperate situation with no escape. After that, the poor guy lost control of himself and gave the other guy some fatal burns.
The guy-who’s real name happened to be Lucian, Luc for short-had a rough life to begin with, so you couldn’t really blame him if you knew him. His parents had constantly beat him, until he finally snapped and accidentally went too far. Not able to turn back anymore, Luc continued to live as a criminal, stealing whatever and wherever he could. Those few situations earned him a reward on his capture, so he also had to live on the run and in constant fear of being captured. Sometimes he wondered what would happen after his capture. Would be be rewarded with the death penalty, or possibly experimented on? But he usually always got away from the police, despite his countless wounds.
The usual quiet was quickly interrupted by some sirens and flashing lights that could make a person go blind. Luc clicked his tongue with a 'tch' and took off into the nearest alley, pulling his hood up over his messy black hair and stuffing his hands in his pockets. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and the freezing air appeared like smoke every time he exhaled. This was just the beginning however. The big chase usually ended with a close call each time. It seemed they were almost able to outsmart him when he suddenly seemed to vanish from their sight, never to be seen again that night. Tonight however, they had already thought ahead. One squad car was waiting on the other side of the alley, cutting off most of his escape routes. Before he was able to turn back and run down the new street, two gunshots ripped through the silence. He hadn't noticed the cops yelling at him to remain where he was and get on the ground with his hands behind his back, instead greeted with a sharp pain in his upper chest. The other bullet whizzed past his ear and shattered some glass from a store window behind him. Feeling the need to get away, Luc whipped around and dashed in the opposite direction that the car had been facing, leaping into the comforting darkness of an alley. He ran through the maze of the alleyways, going from one side of town and ending up on the other side. With time to spare before the cops arrived, he climbed onto the dumpster and made his way up to the roof of the one-story building, heart pounding against his chest. Luc collapsed at the top, staring at the sky full of stars. Pressing his hand against the pain, he glanced down at it to see his hand covered in crimson liquid. Shutting his eyes tightly, he waited for his heartbeat to slow to normal and listened for the cops, knowing they would probably search the entire area since those cops never seemed to miss a beat.
Sometime later, Luc sat up quickly, gasping for breath. He hadn't realized he had passed out, causing a displeased grunt as he moved his hand to his head. He was still on the roof, he had just blacked out for some time. It was still dark, so he hadn't been out for long. Possibly just enough time to let the police pass. Lucian kept one hand on his wound at all times as he stood up and jumped off the side of the building, since he had learned that applying pressure to wounds was good to at least try and stop the continuous bleeding. Luc landed and stood up, feeling drowsy as he attempted to make his way to his house-although it was really an abandoned apartment. Stumbling with his steps and practically tripping over himself every five seconds, he eventually made it a good distance, turning the corner to yet another dark pass between some buildings. He made it out onto the sidewalk without a problem and let out a small sigh of relief, turning the corner and staying in the shadows, glancing at his reflection from the glass window of a store beside him.
{Note: Luc is pronounced Loose by the way. :3}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 25, 2016 0:03:40 GMT -5
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Dec 25, 2016 0:22:30 GMT -5
I normally don't go for things like this, but it actually sounds interesting. I'm afraid that I'm going to sleep soon b/c my younger brother is guaranteed to wake everyone up around eight o'clock D: If you don't mind me completely ditching you for today during Christmas, I should be more active once the holidays are done and would love to join you in this. May I??
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 25, 2016 0:31:43 GMT -5
{Of course you can claim this! And no worries, I completely understand being busy with Christmas!}
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Dec 25, 2016 0:41:17 GMT -5
OH I do adore your background by the way. It's beautiful. Also, if you don't mind, is it alright if I downplay my girl's ability to make ice? I'd much rather focus on the water aspect of it, but since I know ice is technically water, I'm not going to disregard it completely. I'd prefer snow if anything xD I already have a reason for that as part of her backstory, so it's not like I'm totally throwing away your idea, because it is a nice idea. I hope that's okay. Would you like a small description of my character beforehand, or shall I describe her in roleplay? Either is fine with me. I'm off to bed now, goodnight, Merry Christmas! c:
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 25, 2016 0:48:17 GMT -5
{Thanks! Your profile pic is lovely as well!~ And go right ahead! That's perfectly fine by me. In fact, that makes things more interesting as well, heh. I'm totally open to changing things at any time! And you don't have to make a description if you don't want to. I feel that takes up too much time, and I'd much rather just get right into it. ;3 And alright, you have a Merry Christmas as well! ;D}}
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Dec 26, 2016 23:18:22 GMT -5
The ten o’clock news was as depressing as expected. One person watching, a girl recently turned twenty, was disappointed as the images flashing on the screen of her small television. She was less ashamed of the information than she was of herself for watching in the first place. Nothing on the news surprised her anymore, which led her to stop watching, until tonight. She couldn’t say why she turned on the television as she sat down on her couch. Perhaps it was the weather that prompted it, or the lack of her drawing paper and pencil nearby. Regardless, she couldn’t turn back now. Her only real hope was that she would fall asleep before it was over. In the meantime, the girl watched as the cameras cut between the main reporter sitting at his desk to others “on the scene” at various locations throughout the city. First manslaughter, then armed robbery, then a three-car accident blocking traffic on May Street. At least they begin with the worst, she thought. They get it over with quickly.
The young woman stood up from the cushions, which were a maple-wood color that she adored, walking to the kitchen, eyes on the refrigerator. As she opened the door and pulled out a carton of milk, the phone rang, slicing through the sound of the news like a warm knife through butter. She answered, “Hello?” On the other end, she recognized the voice that responded, “Lyndie? It’s Carrie. I need you back here for the night, you know why.” Lyndie knew. Three weeks ago, a fire had ravaged through the biggest hospital in the city. The cause was a tiny electrical current in the basement burning through its wire. People who were quick to react and volunteer managed to evacuate everyone, but there was no saving the eighteen-story building, not even with seven inches of snow falling that day. Lyndie worked in another hospital, only ten stories, and it was situated twenty-five blocks away. Her hospital, as well as three other small ones, had to take in the patients and pick up the slack while the major hospital was rebuilt. Lyndie’s primary duty was as an ultrasound technician, but with the flood of new patients, she and other minor employees were called in as assistant nurses, especially during the night shift. Carrie’s voice reached her again. “You got coffee?” “No, I got milk,” Lyndie replied, and she could hear Carrie’s smile in her voice. “Well, get coffee and get here in twenty minutes.” With that, she hung up, and Lyndie set the phone back in its holder, losing herself in her thoughts. For a week after the fire, before investigators determined the cause, she had been convinced it was that boy, the one who could control fire. She was certain that there was nothing else that could start such a destructive fire from a match that was apparently invisible. And why not? He had killed strong people before, why not weak ones this time? Lyndie almost didn’t believe it when they gave a wire as their reason. She was dumbfounded that a wire, thin as a hair, could do something as devastating as bringing down a skyscraper.
Lyndie shook her head, deciding she would skip coffee, and get it during her break at two in the morning. She wasn’t at all tired now, as she replaced the carton and shut the door, walking back into the living room of her small apartment. Lyndie went into her room to change into her scrubs, which were a light blue-green color that complimented her light, sugary brown eyes. Her dark-chocolate brown hair was cut to her shoulder blades, but she shoved it into a messy bun and put her sneakers on. Passing through the living room once again, Lyndie shut the television off, but not before she heard the reporter say, “Reconstruction on Eames Memorial Hospital to begin in two days, ex-.“ Silence, until she grabbed her key and coat, and left, locking the door behind her.
Once out of her apartment building, Lyndie began to walk the two blocks to her hospital, Loenthal. The night was cold with the breath of winter, the sky above her clear and dotted with stars she couldn’t see here. She knew they were there, however. Sometimes she would leave the city, go five miles east to the fields, just to watch the stars, as she had when she lived in Boston with her parents. After growing up outside the city and going to school in it, she had to leave for work. It was funny to her, how she ended up in another city, though it was slightly smaller, nicer, and had a less famous name. Tonight, however, she had to work. Lyndie was almost there, spotting the name and the sign of the hospital at the end of the street, when she noticed a figure approaching. It was late enough that they were the only two on the sidewalk because it was a quieter street. Most people out late would be in bars or wandering Main Street. She quickly determined the shadowy figure was a male, and his shoulders were slumped, like he was trying to hide something. As they got closer, Lyndie saw he had one hand pressed to his collarbone on the right side of his body. He was trying to hide something, pain, maybe. Lyndie was about to ask what his problem was, when a car passed, the headlights illuminating his face. Him.
Her mind flashed back. She had pushed an ultrasound machine to a room on the fifth floor. The patient was unable to move, stage four lung cancer. It was a regular evaluation, and it went smoothly, until he asked for the water on the table beside his bed. Lyndie had nodded to him, reached for the glass, unsuspecting. The water leapt toward her hand and the glass dropped, shattering. Lyndie squeaked, scaring the patient as the water fell to the floor as well. She ran, getting an intern to clean it up and return the ultrasound machine. She continued through the rest of the day, terrified and excited as to what it meant that she had moved the water without touching it, but she couldn’t do anything about it until she was home again. In her open palm, she created water with a thought. From then on, Lyndie had used her power to do good. She knew about the boy with fire. She was not like him. She was better. She thought she was, but her faith was struck with an arrow of doubt one day. It wasn’t really her fault, and she told herself this thousands of times. She had been frightened, and her water was cold, too cold, and she couldn’t stand to think she was as bad as him. She couldn’t stand to think it was true. Lyndie pushed the memory from her head, focusing again on the boy. She stopped. What now? She thought, watching him. He would notice her within the next few seconds, and he would probably recognize her, too. Lyndie thought she knew what he would do, what he had always done: burned her. But that wasn’t possible with her. Lyndie would never attack first, but adrenaline was coursing through her veins, every instinct telling her to run, punch, drown him, do something other than stand there like an idiot. That was exactly what she did, however, and she would forever curse herself for it.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 27, 2016 0:52:46 GMT -5
Lucian had to stop every now and then, as a wave of nausea hit him like an oncoming bus. That combined with a migraine was just about as close to the torture he felt at home. He shut his eyes tightly and caught his breath from trying to rush home before anyone spotted him in this weak, pathetic state of his. His dark blue eyes held a hint of worry, but he didn't dare make it obvious. He was afraid the cops would find him, but it wasn't just that which he feared. It was what would happen after. Would he be given the death sentence, or would he be handed over to the government to be experimented on? The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine, but he quickly straightened up, turning back to see if anyone was near him. The pain however was obvious. As he stumbled over his own two feet and having to stop and lean against the window of some closed shops, he was just glad nobody was there to see him. The wound still hadn't stopped bleeding, but he had slowed the blood flow down a good amount. The only sound he was aware of at the moment was his hand brushing against the buildings as he used them for support and his footsteps. He had almost passed out, and that was the last thing he wanted. The harsh winter wind that blew through the streets wasn't helping. In fact, it made this whole situation worse. Not having enough energy to spare to heat himself up with his flames, he only had a mere hoodie to keep him warm. Luc moved his hand up to pull his hood over his face, desperately trying to block the breeze from hitting his face. Both of his hands were freezing, and all he wanted to do was collapse in bed.
Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic! The word repeated itself in his mind over and over again. The word his parents used to describe him, and he started to believe himself. He wasn't a 'star student' or a doctor or a millionaire, he was a dropout nobody who found himself getting into fights a lot. His thoughts were interrupted by a sick feeling, causing him to bend over, staring at the ground with wide eyes. He just stood there for a solid minute, leaning his shoulder against the brick wall and moving his hand to his throat, which felt like he was being strangled. Once he felt a little better, he looked up and saw the hospital in the far distance. He wasn't that far now, just a couple more blocks to go. Putting one foot in front of the other, he frowned to himself, reminded of the little 'incident' at the other hospital. The day when he discovered he had these dumb powers. But that was another story for another day, as he didn't want to be reminded of it.
A couple long minutes later, he felt like he was being watched. He just had that one gut feeling, causing him to stop. Was it the police? No, it couldn't be. They would already have surrounded him. So, who was it? If there was anything at all. The fire wielder turned around, just as a car passed from the opposite side. The bright lights blinded him for a few seconds, and with a disgusted look, he clenched his fists and the inside of the car suddenly glowed a bright orange, before it skidded and hit a streetlight. In a matter of seconds, there was this huge accident. However, he gritted his teeth, feeling the side effects of what he just did. His hand had this horrible burning sensation, and once he glanced down at it, it was charred black. With his powers came pain. Nobody was immune to fire, not even him. He was always left with some brutal burns, leaving his palms charred black. It wasn't fun, but it was a simple price to pay for his freedom. Holding back a yell, his eyes focused in front of him once more. He saw a silhouette of a person not too far from him, and his eyes narrowed immediately upon recognizing who it was. The so-called 'hero'.
She was the only person he despised with a passion. Oh, how badly he wanted to meet her in the flesh. But not at a time like this.
"Well hello there, Lyndie. Or rather, the hero. Nice to finally meet you in person." A deep voice with a rough edge to it spoke up. Luc hadn't spoken in a while, not having a need to. A sudden burst of energy came over him, like a spark igniting a flame. It was fueled from his anger towards the hero.
"You know, I hate people who play heroes, thinking you can go and save people," Luc stated, his gaze hardening. "People don't deserve to be saved, because they hate us. They think we're different, and so they label us as 'freaks'. Those people don't deserve a hero. Nobody does." He growled, the air crackling around him as a threat.
Luc started walking towards her, glaring at her with a gaze that could kill. As he stepped into the dim streetlight, the blood was visible, and so was his charred hand. He stopped just inches away and grabbed the top of her scrubs by her neck, looming over her with an dark presence surrounding him. His hand heated up and caught her scrubs on fire, but he suddenly let go, turning his back with a frustrated sigh. He was agitated simply by the sight of her, but he knew he needed to calm down a little, snapping back to reality as he felt a slight burn once more.
"I wanna get home without any trouble, so don't even think about going after me, or having anyone else go after me either. That's your warning." Luc stated simply, just wanting to get home before he did something stupid that he couldn't afford. He was calm enough to think things through at the moment, but he doubted it would last long. He didn't expect her to just let him go like that, but it was worth a try. Shrugging to himself, he kept going as if none of that had happened. Stuffing his freshly burned hand into the pocket of his now ruined, bloodstained hoodie, Luc sighed. Sometimes he just lost control of himself, due to the fact he had a rough childhood and his parents were a bad influence on him. They let their anger take control and took it all out on him, their only son. Being just about the most hated person across the world was also something that caused him to snap. Stealing was just about the only thing he could do anymore. And heck, he even lived in an apartment that looked like it could collapse at any second. That was just a reminder of how the world hated him and he wasn't needed. He only made it about twenty steps before he clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white, and slammed it against the glass window of the store, causing the glass to shatter. What did he do to deserve this life of pain and suffering? While the hero had a perfect life saving people, why was he so useless? Feeling some warm liquid run down his hand and drip onto the sidewalk, he quickly wiped it off. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want healing, but he wasn't going to let her help him. Not that she would help him anyway, unless she was as insane as him. He could just go home and pull out the first-aid kit he snagged a while back and fix himself. Although, the only downside was that he was nowhere near an experienced healer. That was, if he could even make it home.
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Dec 27, 2016 13:27:05 GMT -5
[ wow you're fast D: I'm sorry if I don't respond that quickly~ ]
An endless stream of thoughts ran through her head. Something was wrong. He was stumbling, using the walls and windows of stores for support. He looked like he would collapse any second, and who would be there to catch him? She was sure it would not be her; only friends did that for each other. They were anything but that, completely the opposite, really. Part of her heart told her to help anyway. He was in rough shape, to say the least. It was too difficult to see what was hurting him in the dark, but it was not a minor cut or bruise that might come from anywhere, considering his lifestyle. Lyndie debated turning and running, pushing past him and pretending she didn't see him. She could make it to Loenthal and leave him to his choices. She hesitated, though, just a moment too long, and he saw her. Suddenly, the car that had passed burst into flames from the inside, and Lyndie's hand went to her mouth in horror. How could he do that? They had done nothing to him, but distract him from seeing Lyndie. This boy was too easily provoked, using any reason to harm others. Lyndie dropped her hand and reached toward the car that had come to a sudden, violent stop against a streetlight. She felt her water appear, dousing the small flames in the car. From across the street, Lyndie couldn't tell the conditions of the people inside. She saw movement, which brought a wave of relief over her. Hopefully they hadn't been exposed to his fire long enough to be seriously burned by it. Lyndie couldn't run over to pull them out and inspect them, as Lucian spoke.
If she was anything, it was a good listener. She knew that patients often did not want help, but someone to listen to them. They told her all their stories, what happened to get them in the hospital, what their lives were like, what they hoped for in the future. This boy was not a patient, and she didn't care what he had to say after he tried to kill innocent people, but she had to listen, if only to keep him from hurting anyone else. With each word that left his mouth, Lyndie was convinced he was lost in his own world, something she had suspected from the start. He was determined to play the villain, to force the role of heroine on her. Lyndie gave the slightest shake of her head, bewildered at the delusion. Did he not see that what he did was wrong? Not just because the law says it was wrong. He was human, did he not feel anything? She did the right thing, trying to fix what he unraveled, not because she was anyone's servant, but because she had to. It went deeper than an obligation from her ability. It was like a pull at her soul, and there was no ignoring it.
The air around him sparked, like someone was trying to relight warm coals. He scowled at her as he accused her of playing the heroine, as if this was a game. To him, she guessed it was. Lyndie frowned in return. He is nothing more than a child. This thought was calming and disheartening at the same time, and Lyndie pulled up the strength to stay where she was as he advanced. There was nothing he could do to harm her. Water always beat fire, but not everyone had the same resistance as she did. That was why she protected them. "The only one playing is you," she retorted, her voice surprisingly steady despite the fact that her heart was racing. Lyndie was quick to scan him up and down as he got closer. He was not much taller than her. There was blood, soaked through his jacket where his hand had been holding as he walked. His hand was burned, and she forced herself not to look away. It was as bad as what she had seen in the hospital. Third degree. But why? He made the fire, shouldn't he be invisible against it? Lyndie's thoughts were dragged back to the present as he grabbed her collar. His hand lit orange and yellow, guiding the flames onto her clothes. A flicker of fear before she had her water cover her, mixing with the flames, making them steam out. Lucian let her go, which she wasn't expecting, and she stumbled, watching him turn away.
Didn't want any trouble?? Her eyes widened in disbelief, her anger visible. Didn't he realize he was setting himself up for trouble just by existing? He was not as smart as she had initially thought. He threatened her, and though it would never amount to anything, she wasn't about to let him go without similar treatment. It was common courtesy. "You already got trouble, you know." Lyndie resisted calling him names. She was raised to be above that, regardless of what the other children at school said. She let out a breath of laughter at his "warning". She jumped when he slammed his fist into a window, shattering the glass. She glared at his back, disgusted. Lyndie formed a ball of water in her palm, freezing it easily into a snowball. It wasn't often she let her water get cold after what had happened, but Lucian was so infuriating. His thoughts, his actions, everything he did was ridiculous. He had to learn. Lyndie threw the snowball, hitting him right in the back of his head. She knew it would be harmless. She wasn't about to fall to his level of insanity to win a fight she could win from where she was.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 27, 2016 16:58:45 GMT -5
{By the way, I edited a few things if you already read it lol. I don't feel like I'm that fast, haha. It still takes me an hour to a couple hours to type up a reply. And it's alright! Don't feel pressured to respond quickly.}
The snowball smacked the back of his head and it ticked him off to no end. Grabbing a shard of glass from the ground, he chucked it at her, aiming for her chest. She was just lucky he wasn't at full power, because he knew without a doubt he could crush her in a fight. After all, fire was stronger than water...right? Fire caused explosions, while water was completely useless to him. Enough water could stop fire. That flicker of doubt crossed his mind and he scowled, pushing the thought away quickly. But...he could always overpower her.
"Yeah, I know. Trouble finds me wherever I go. Not like I was completely unaware." He muttered, moving his hand up to run a hand through his hair. Whatever, it wasn't about that right now. It was about getting rid of her no matter what. Letting both of his hands fall to his sides for once, he smirked at her. "Fight me." Luc challenged her, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Every time he exhaled it appeared like smoke in the air from how cold it was. He took off his black hoodie, discarding it in the nearby alley. He revealed his white undershirt, which was completely stained red around the wound. His face was now completely visible, with his burn scar running across his right eye down to his chin, dark blue eyes, and his messy short black hair. Spreading his legs shoulder-width apart and having one foot in front of the other, he stood in a fighting stance, attempting to appear stronger than he was. No longer cold, he appeared almost like a monster. No longer sane, Luc had snapped upon being whacked by the snowball. Nobody dared challenge him like that, and he was beyond infuriated.
Luc ran towards her, picking up speed along the way and closing the gap between them quickly. He then aimed for her neck, hoping to grab it and tighten his grip until she could no longer gather oxygen, forced to endure what he once had. That would cause her to pass out and if he held it long enough die. If she passed out that would make things so much easier without her resistance. Although, he didn't use his powers this time, one hand already damaged enough. The only thing he hoped for was to make contact with her throat, or else his plan would fail and he would surely face the consequences. Not knowing what she was going to do to him if he lost, it only made him more frustrated and fired up. Secretly hoping she would end his pain, he continued rushing her. One blow, and it was over for him. He would either live to suffer another day, or everything would fade to black. Not like one was better than the other, as they were both bad outcomes. But whatever, Lucian wasn't going to back down now. This was the moment that would change his life forever.
Whatever she had decided to do, she was wasting precious time away from the people in the car as well as the patients in the hospital. And Luc was losing blood every second, fighting when he could have been home. Luc's mind was blank, only focused on fighting, the only thing he happened to be fairly good at. "I'm not playing anymore. People deserve to suffer just as I had all those years!" He yelled, managing to grab hold of her neck with the last of his energy, wondering how long it would take her to pass out and chuckling to himself despite his vision fading to black and his head spinning. "This reminds me of that hospital, when the hero was in a bad situation. What was it called? No matter, it's already gone. You can't save everyone...especially me. It's too late to turn back after everything I've done." He stated, breaths coming in pants as he used the last of his energy on her. His grip wasn't as tight as he hoped, but he still had her in a bad situation. Although, she didn't even have to break a sweat to beat him. The fight was unbalanced to begin with, and it wasn't in his favor. After walking away didn't work, his whole plan was to make it so that he bled out, either by her or his doing. And it seemed to be working as the ground beneath him was stained with crimson red. There was a moment where his grip loosened for a second, and his hands were shaking from the splitting pain in his head.
"If I'm...going down, I'm taking...you with me!" Luc yelled to her, this feeling of pain similar to the torture he felt many years ago. His body had learned to struggle through the pain and some amount of blood loss, but even this was his limit. Not appearing to give up however, he remained as he was.
"Just give up." He muttered through gritted teeth.
"Stop trying to be a hero! Not everyone can be saved, so why? Why do you help people?" Luc yelled, staring into her eyes, his grip still around her neck.
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"my taste in music is your face"
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Post by epiphany on Dec 27, 2016 22:30:49 GMT -5
hi! is this still open for duplication? this plot seems really interesting <3
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 27, 2016 22:44:30 GMT -5
{Hello! And of course!!!!!! :3 Ah, I'm glad you like the plot! I'll go make another thread for us so it doesn't get confusing here. Sorry for the mini poof by the way I had to take a shower.}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 27, 2016 22:50:00 GMT -5
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 29, 2016 20:14:53 GMT -5
{Ahh, sorry for not replying! I went to an arcade with my fam today. Oh wow, two to four hours typing up a response? Sounds like fun to me. XD}
His irrational decisions and words did have some meaning. He knew in the back of his mind what he was doing wasn't right, and who was the only one that could possibly stop his flames? Who other than the water bender. Since he couldn't really control himself after his abilities took over and caused him to snap, he just went with it. It wasn't like she would understand though even if he told her. Nobody understood the fear of going home, the yelling of how useless he was, and the pain he had to endure everyday. If someone went through a harsh life, it usually always ended up affecting them in the future. He inherited his bad behavior from his parents, so all he did was look for an excuse to fight and take his anger out on someone else. When he felt threatened, he fought. When he was reminded of something bad, he fought. Trouble did find him, like the police, but it was also his fault. Mostly his fault.
She knocked the breath out of him as she kneed him right in the abdomen, making his arms fall to his sides in defeat and almost pass out right there. That was until she doused him with water, causing him to gasp in shock. His whole body felt numb from the blistering cold, and he couldn't stop shivering. The only thing that felt good was his hands, which felt some small relief from the burn. Raising his hand shakily, he gave her a light half-hearted punch on her shoulder.
"A little overkill, don't you think?" Luc glared at her, rolling his eyes at the fact that it was already cold enough, and she just had to make it twenty times colder. "Should've just finished me off. Not like anyone would care anyway." He added, glancing away from her and up at the stars. He didn't even try to walk, leaving him as deadweight for her to carry as they headed for the large building. Trying to annoy her as much as he possibly could, he continued talking to her. He hadn't had a conversation in a long time, and it was actually quite pleasant, even though they were both sarcastic and full of hate towards each other.
"Tch, why the hospital? I told you already, I don't need help. Especially not from you. I hate hospitals. And I also hate you." He argued, knowing that he would be trapped in there with the police. Sighing as he had no other choice, he saw a woman approach them who Lyndie seemed to know. Scowling at the sight of the hospital in front of him, he turned to Lyndie.
"Mark my words, this isn't over. Oh, and by the way nurse, the shot is on my chest. If it was on my shoulder, I would have won." He growled at her, forced to lay down in the gurney. At least now he could sleep and recover properly, but when he woke up, he knew he would probably be cuffed and under tight supervision. If...he wasn't being handed over to the government or something crazy like that. He placed his palms downwards, but it wasn't like that was going to cover up the fact that he was the single most dangerous person out there. The burn scar on his face kind of gave everything away, but that was besides the point. Fighting hard to stay awake, he watched as Lyndie headed towards the stairs to go help some other patients. Why hadn't she just left him there? Bleeding out would have been better than this. If he wasn't so foolish, he could've thought things out and ended it himself. But that was too late, and there was no going back. The hospital was too bright as always, and it had a certain smell to it which he despised. The last time he came to a hospital was that time he burned it down. The details were fuzzy, but he had barely found out he had these 'cursed' powers as he called it, and when he was questioned about them he kind of ran out and ended up in the basement in a panic before accidentally setting a wire ablaze and practically lighting the whole thing up in flames, earning the nasty scar on his face.
As he was transported to the room, he quickly flipped the finger at Lyndie and stuck his tongue out at her. Might as well have some fun while he still could, because he knew the fun wouldn't last long. As soon as she was able to return to him and explain what happened and everything, he was done for. But as soon as his chest healed, he was fired up and ready to take her down, no matter what he had to do to finish it. "Soon as I wake up, you're gonna pay for this!" Luc shouted at her before she disappeared and the world faded to black. The last thing he remembered was thinking about how heroic she looked walking up those stairs, and how much he hated it.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 30, 2016 0:20:41 GMT -5
{We can just timeskip to when she gets back to him and he wakes up.}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 3, 2017 6:21:33 GMT -5
Lucian had woken up some time ago, stretching out his arms and legs. He winced as he did however, as every part of his body was in pain. All the adrenaline had worn off from the fight hours ago, and his whole body ached. He glanced around the room full of machines and white walls, trying to think things through and resisting the urge to punch or set something on fire like he usually did. He never learned how to deal with his emotions besides destroying something, which was exactly what his parents did. But instead of destroying things, they destroyed him. Anyway, having absolutely no idea what he was going to do next, he still felt horrible and groggy. His wounds were all patched up, but that didn't mean he felt any better. Upon seeing a figure enter the room he was being kept in from the corner of his eye, he glanced over at the person. Making eye contact with none other than Lyndie, he sighed. If she hadn't been there earlier, he could have been at home. It wasn't that things would have been any better, but he wouldn't have to worry about other people. He absolutely despised people, but that also left him lonely. Instead, he was spending his time in the hospital, surrounded by people who hated him. He was pretty much powerless in here, and he could practically feel his parent's fists beating him up until he could barely stand. It always made him want to do some bad things, but he never did.
"Oh, so now you wanna talk." Luc slumped down on the bed or whatever it was called in the doctors office, then folded his arms over his chest. He always used to be friendly and talkative, but now he was just lonely, depressed, and a sociopath. "Not like you'd care if I told you how I felt though. Because you never went through h*** every single day at your own house!" He yelled, wondering if she was going to cuff him or take him away or something. There had to be a catch to her visit. Although, he was surprised he wasn't restrained or guarded already. After not speaking for a while in an awkward silence between the two, he sat up, wincing as that required him to move.
"Why didn't you just leave me there? I told you already, I didn't need help! Maybe...maybe I wanted to bleed out." Luc snapped at her, looking away as his voice went quiet at the end. "That was the closest I've come to ending my suffering, and you just had to ruin it. I'm sick of living like this...and just living at all. If I bled out, then at least nobody else would have to die because of me. Then everyone can go celebrate the death of some psychopathic fire guy that nobody ever cared about." Her words were cold and uncertain, and he just couldn't ponder why she would help him in the first place. If she didn't like him, then what was the point? Did she think that she could fix him? Change his ways? It just wasn't going to happen. He had killed too many to turn back. Heck, even his own parents. Did she feel guilty? Wanted him to stay alive but be locked up? Wanted him to suffer even more? She definitely accomplished the suffering part, as he was still alive and forced to be in this place with her. If anyone, she didn't make any sense.
"I want an answer this time. I want to know why you helped me." He demanded while moving his hand away, face dead serious. His black hair was a mess, and his dark blue eyes hinted at his pain, both internally and externally. His mind was racing, and he had so many things he wanted to tell her, but he didn't. She was ticking him off just by being there, but this time he held back, gritting his teeth instead. He hated the fact that he couldn't do anything. He still felt sluggish, and he knew he was never going to make it out without someone recognizing him, which would mean the end for him.
"You know, forget it. Just...just finish me off already! Please..." Luc trailed off, desperately looking up at her. His life was a mess, but it wasn't like he could just start over. He was starting to believe all the negative things that people have told him, that he was a freak and a monster and he'd be better off gone. He felt pathetic and weak, asking for her to do it for him. But she was the last person he could go to. Despite their differences, they were the only two with powers. His mind kept replaying bad memories of his parents, and he was starting to lose it once more. This mental torture was just as bad as physical torture, and his heart was starting to race, filled with anger and hatred.
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