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Post by Bleating Ram on May 9, 2017 23:13:32 GMT -5
"Mommy, mommy, look!" "Shh, don't point, and don't get too close." It was the same old same old stuff. It didn't bother her as much anymore though, at least not as much as it used to. Standing at the bus stop in the rain, she had her hands in the pockets of her hoodie, hood up to try and keep her somewhat dry. Though that was proving to be pretty useless at the moment as the rainwater soaked through the fabric of her hoodie. Looking up, she squinted her eyes a bit as the drops of rain hit her face, sliding down her cheeks and dripping off of her chin. A sigh escaped, a quiet, almost lonely sound. Turning her head, she searched for the bus, only to be met with nothing. Lowering her head once more, she caught her reflection in the puddle at her feet. She looked normal, well, normal enough. She had a human nose, a human face, all that was really different was the black sclera of her eyes, but hey, you could just write that off as he being one of those punks who got that tattooed right? But how did she explain the three stitches on either side of her mouth? With none over her mouth as if she'd broken her jaw or something? And when she wasn't wearing her hoodie? How did she explain all of the stitches around her body, or the fact that her skin twitched and jerked without warning? She couldn't really explain it. Well, that was a lie, she could explain it, just nobody really ever believed her. How could they? Who on earth would believe her if she told them that she had been experimented on as a teenager, and that some jerks had cut her up and messed her up and then decided to stuff all these strange, parasite like threads into her? There was no believable explanation for that. And so she just suffered with people staring and making comments and the like.
Eventually the bus arrived, pulling up with a screech and opening the doors for people to get on. The kid and her mother climbed aboard and Raven was about to follow until the bus driver denied her access. "Hey! We don't want your kind on here!" he declared, causing some of the passengers to look up to see who he was talking to. 'Your kind' oh how those words bothered her. She wasn't any different than them! She still functioned normally! She still breathed the same air, did the same things, she just had a couple little differences! That's it! With a scowl, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Listen buddy, just let me on alright? It's not even that far that I need to get to." "Well if it's not that far, why don't you walk?" he growled out,"you're not getting on this bus. Now step off, or I'll have to contact the police." The woman let out an irritated growl before making a big show of stepping back off of the bus steps, watching as the doors were practically slammed in her face and the man drove off. "Jerk," she growled, kicking up some water before she started heading down the side walk. Man, what a pain. This was so stupid. And she wasn't the only one who had to endure such things. She knew others who went through the same things of having to deal with the discrimination all because they had a couple things that were different about them.
It took twice as long for her to get to the building she needed to, but at least by the time she got there it was empty for the most part. It was a safe place really, nobody bothered her there. That was probably because she had sent a guy through a wall at one point but hey, he kinda deserved it. The building looked a little old, kind of run down on the outside. And the inside really wasn't all that better, but the owner couldn't really afford to have it all restored and the older man wasn't about to start charging more for people to use his gym. She slipped out of her wet jacket, hanging it up and wringing out her hair before she tied it up into a ponytail. Walking over to the lockers, she put the combination into hers and pulled out her tape, taping up her knuckles and then putting it back, closing it up and making sure it was locked. Not that it really mattered, nobody in the gym ever stole from anyone else. And the best part about this place? Well, most everyone that went there wasn't normal. Almost every last person that went there had something different about them, it was what made it a nice little safe haven for them.
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Post by Bleating Ram on May 9, 2017 23:15:18 GMT -5
Name: Raven Dozer
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance: Raven is 6'3" tall with a lean build and ghostly pale skin, which combine to give her an almost sickly look. Her eyes a dark sapphire blue color that contrast with her pale complexion. Raven's hair is jet-back and when it's down it reaches the middle of her back, and there are neon blue highlights streaked through it which give her blank look a splash of color. The left side of her head is shaved and the right side tends to fall into her eyes every now and again. Her left eyebrow has two short scars through the outside end and her hair has never grown back. A tattoo of a raven’s wings take over both shoulder blades, she has a small raven in flight on her left side near her shoulder, and a black mamba coils around her right arm while an ace of spades card resides on her hip. She has snakebites and 8 piercings in each ear. She tends to dress punk casual and isn't fond of anything girly. She has black stitches all over her body, running up and down her arms and legs, each one a few inches apart, one around her neck, one around each shoulder, two around her torso, and two on either side of her mouth that gives her a malicious smile.
Personality: Raven is a tough young lady who won't let herself be pushed around. She can be cold and sarcastic, but she loves her friends and is deathly loyal to them, ready to give up her life for them if she had to. She does have a sweet and loving spot, but it's a rare sight to see and doesn't come out often. She's a natural born leader and just takes charge of the group right from the get go. She may taunt and make jibes at the others, but she loves them all, even if the get on her nerves. She can, at times, be a ticking time bomb that's just waiting to go off and she'll snap if she does. She loves a good fight and isn't afraid to get her knuckles bloody busting up a face or two. She's somewhat oblivious when a guy is making a move on her, but she's not an innocent girl, so don't try anything stupid or she'll probably kill you. She's a take no prisoners kind of girl, but despite her tough nature, there is a soft spot she's trying to protect. Inside she's hurting and wanting someone to just keep her safe and make sure she doesn't get hurt anymore. She doesn't believe she's pretty, but she'll only joke about it around others, and she doesn't believe people can love her. Her self esteem wavers constantly, and she doesn't think people actually like her. She's not good at being soft and loving, but she's understanding.
Special abilities: Can manipulate parasitic threads in her body, can manipulate the bones in her body, has “spooky hands” which she can manipulate into just about anything
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on May 9, 2017 23:26:41 GMT -5
( *slides in* just my cup of tea)
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Post by Bleating Ram on May 9, 2017 23:27:41 GMT -5
Yessss, wonderful. I was scared nobody would join)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on May 9, 2017 23:32:06 GMT -5
(Its ok, i just need a bit to get a post)
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Post by Bleating Ram on May 9, 2017 23:35:58 GMT -5
Take your time my friend!)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on May 9, 2017 23:53:03 GMT -5
(X3 I'll have you know that I'm quick to join a bud's jump ins, especially if they fall under my scope of interest)
Among the many abnormal beings at the gym, Valk had taken to swinging wildly at the punching bag suspended from the ceiling. She had the decency to at least curl her fists and keep her claws from absolutely shredding the bag. She didn't find work easy and she didn't care to fork over some rarely-owned bills to replace the bag if she destroyed it. She stood 5'3" with braided white hair and wide colorless eyes. Even without irises or pupils, the point of her focus was clear. She was intent on beating the hell out of the bag. Her wide maw was turned downward in a frustrated scowl, reaching almost literally ear to ear.
She'd been played again. And she was livid.
The promise of a job had been tempting, so she'd gone. They'd promised pay for a bit of muscle work and rather than go through with the assignment, they'd mocked her for her beast-like appearance and thrown her out before she could get even. So now she took out her rage on a hapless punching bag, small angry growls escaping her throat with each strike. After several minutes of this, she suspected herself of cooling off. Another strike to the bag, and the chain slid off the hook above, sending the bag into the wall. Well not into the wall, fortunately. The wall had taken enough punishment in the last few weeks. She would have picked it up and put it back, but she already knew she was too short to reach the ceiling and she didn't feel like embarrassing herself any further today.
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Post by Bleating Ram on May 10, 2017 0:00:13 GMT -5
(Aww, well thanks man! And I'm glad it catches your interest yo)
Raven had walked over to a free bag, about ready to give it a beating until something else caught her eye and she watched as another person pummeled their poor bag. It was interesting enough to keep the woman from actually punching her own bag, deciding instead to watch what was going on. When it fell off, she couldn't help but smirk in amusement and she walked over. "Need a hand?" she questioned, grabbing the bag and already working on putting it back on. Being 6'3" it wasn't much of an issue for her to reach the pin that held the bag up by its hook. Once it was secured in place, she turned her attention towards the other, skin constantly twitching and jerking. "Seems like you've had a rough time eh? At least rough enough to take it out on that poor bag." Not that she had any room to talk considering she'd had to replace a couple sand bags. She was able to work just fine since she managed to work at a tattoo parlor and while it wasn't her own like she dreamed, it was still a job and one that paid her pretty well. "Name's Raven," she offered, extending one of her strange hands towards the other. She couldn't really recall ever seeing her before, though it was quite possible. Raven tended to keep to herself when she came to the gym. She was usually only interested in doing what she was there for and then getting out of there with as little interaction as she could get.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on May 10, 2017 0:09:41 GMT -5
Valk looked upward at the stranger, having a full foot between their heights. She was quiet a moment as she watched her hook the bag back into place. "Appreciated, but not required." She replied. "I'm done with it. If I go at it again, I won't be sheathed, and I don't think the manager wants to spend the next hour vacuuming sand out of the mats." She replied. It wasn't common she held conversations with anyone, even other mutants. She couldn't really say for sure if she recognized the other woman, but at least for a stranger she was helpful. When she commented about her anger, Valk shrugged. "I just got rejected for a job." She pointed a claw at her mouth before continuing. "Guess I didn't have the award winning smile they were looking for. Valk." She introduced herself, curling her other hand around the strangers and giving a brief shake.
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Post by Bleating Ram on May 10, 2017 0:19:04 GMT -5
"Right, because you were gonna be putting it back?" she asked, her tone more playful then mocking. "Probably not, but we can't just leave it lying around otherwise someone might get hurt," she mused, looking at the sand bag before looking back down at her. "What a bummer," she commented,"justifies you taking it out on the poor bag too." When she was told that Valk didn't have the "award winning smile" Raven snorted and shook her head,"I always thought that was such bogus, always makes people look so fake. Don't let it bother you too much, they're just lame that's all. Valk eh? You come here often?" she questioned as they shook before she crossed her arms over her chest, letting her weight shift to one foot. Had she seen her before? Probably? You'd think she'd remember seeing someone with a mouth like the other's, but hey, who knew with her. At least she seemed nice enough, not snapping at her immediately like she could have when Raven first walked over. Though that probably wouldn't have ended well with Raven's attitude she tended to have.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on May 10, 2017 0:25:30 GMT -5
"More often at night." Valk admitted with a shrug. "I just wanted to hit a bag before I went back and hit them instead." She'd actually made that mistake a number of times with most people who threw insults her way. Even if they hit back, the rest of the world always took their side. She'd learned pretty well to hide herself outside the gym with scarfs or masks and colored contacts, but she always went to the job ops as she was. She usually took work as security or as a bouncer. Despite her size, there rest of her had an intimidation factor that tended to land her the job. Not this time, unfortunately.
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Post by Bleating Ram on May 10, 2017 0:34:50 GMT -5
"Ah, yeah, I rarely ever come here at night," she admitted, scratching the side of her nose,"never really have time to. Eh, hey, at least you have a little better self control at not going after them," she joked with a bit of a grin. She understood perfectly well that the world usually took non-mutants sides no matter what the story was. Even if they pulled a knife or a gun first or something it was always them that was at fault, simply because they weren't normal. "Can't see why they wouldn't hire you though, I think you're pretty cool and I don't even know you all that well," she decided, shrugging her shoulders a bit. "But hey, everything happens for a reason, so maybe you wouldn't have been happy there in the first place."
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on May 10, 2017 0:42:10 GMT -5
"It was just a two night gig." Valk shrugged again. "That's the best I can usually land. I mean, how bad could it be?" She'd had a few jobs where someone had asked her to lift heavy crates all night from truck to storage. That had been more of a pain than just standing around and looking scary. Still, she might have to look for more manual labor jobs if nothing else came up soon. "Anyway, are you hear about a vendetta too?"
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Post by Bleating Ram on May 10, 2017 0:46:41 GMT -5
"Really? Huh, maybe you should try expanding your stuff or something," she offered before smirking and shaking her head. "Yes and no? It's not really a specific one like yours, I just tend to be a bit of an angry person and this is the best way for me to take it out without taking it out on someone else. Don't need to get in trouble with the cops again," she answered. "Plus it's a nice way to stay in shape so that if it ever came down to it, I'd be in shape to whoop someone." Raven had been coming here for quite some time now after being released from jail for assault and the owner came to her, offering her access to the gym just like he did countless others who needed a place to go and blow off some steam.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on May 10, 2017 0:56:47 GMT -5
Valk nodded in agreement. "We'll have to share stories of combat over coffee sometime. Though I'm guessing you just got here? It'll have to wait until later." She replied simply. It was nice to find another person who might match her sour attitude toward most people. At least, she hoped it was. It was too soon to tell if she'd enjoy Raven's company, but so far she didn't seem too bad. She'd just learned after several mistakes to not trust her first impression of people.
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Post by Bleating Ram on May 10, 2017 13:06:54 GMT -5
"I guess we will, though I don't really like coffee," she mused before nodding,"yeah, I did. And I had to walk in the damn rain so I'd kinda like to stay here a bit longer," she admitted. "Hopefully by the time I leave the rain's done," she muttered. Tapping her knuckles against the sand bag, she looked down at the floor before shifting her gaze back to the woman before her,"you leaving soon?"
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on May 10, 2017 14:33:14 GMT -5
"Nah, I'll probably relax in one of the steam rooms or in the pool." She replied. She wasn't too keen on wandering around in the rain, and the sound of rainfall on the roof where she lived would be irritating enough to keep her awake instead of resting up. No, the gym was the better option at the moment.
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Post by Bleating Ram on May 10, 2017 15:15:45 GMT -5
"Alright, well then maybe we can walk together or something," she offered, her taps slowly becoming harder and more aggressive. "I'll see you around then," she mused before turning and swinging at the bag. Man it felt good to hit something, and it only caused her to swing with her other fist.
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