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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 26, 2017 10:31:01 GMT -5
"But we’re dancing with the demons in our minds."
This is a one on one with 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 and I but it is NEVER private! I'm always open for duplicates! ;>
All I ask is that you are descriptive and able to type at least 10 lines per post! Thanks! c:
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 26, 2017 10:32:03 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Caught in the crossfire." Marco Blythe.
Runaway. Criminal. Monster. You name it.
He only became those things because society forced it upon him. His life started out rough, and it only got worse from there once he figured out he had the power to control ice. It seemed cool at first, but decided differently when he realized it injured his hands every time.
Besides the hand injuries, in the beginning he was unable to control it altogether. His emotions influenced his powers, and when he was ticked off then chaos was sure to follow. Over time he learned to control it with practice, but he was quickly deemed dangerous. The ice wielder had even been told that he would be sent somewhere to be monitored so he wouldn't lose control again.
Of course, Marco hated that idea. So naturally he ran away. And thus began his life of crime, starting out small by stealing then making his way up to killing if need be. Though he only killed if he felt threatened.
However, that was enough of his past. Now onto the present time.
The time was four o'clock in the morning. Marco had been walking down the streets when sirens wailed from behind, giving Marco an adrenaline rush. His heart began to thump rapidly, and he bolted forward. He wasn't in a state of panic, he was just the opposite in fact. Marco could only be described as a thrill seeker, and this was just the kind of thing that excited him. He had nothing better to do than steal or be chased anyway. The corner of his lips tilted upwards into a grin, and after a bit of running he decided that he was gonna fight. Marco suddenly stopped and turned back to face the two cop cars, taking a fighting stance. Brakes squealed to a halt, and neither sides hesitated to make their move.
Marco had one outstretched arm, palm facing in the direction of both cars. His other arm was holding the other steady, and he clenched his hand into a fist which unleashed an ice barrage towards the cars, consisting of a humongous sharp icicle shooting towards both vehicles like a spear.
On the other hand, some of the cops were hanging out of the window, guns aimed directly at him. The sound of about ten shots filled the air, almost simultaneously.
After that, everything seemed to go in slow motion.
His ice protruded into both cars, cutting clean through to the other side. Marco attempted to create a shield of ice in front of him, but not before one bullet hit him in the chest.
Marco's face twisted into a scowl as he glanced down, staring at the crimson liquid as it dripped onto the ground. At least the cops were taken care of. Releasing his clenched fist, he rested both arms at his side. The ice began to melt, leaving behind the mess he caused.
Marco huffed, turning his back to everything and continuing on his way home before anyone else was alerted of this incident. He stuffed one frostbitten hands into his pocket while the other applied pressure to his wound.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jun 26, 2017 10:38:57 GMT -5
» Let me get on my laptop so I can make the charscter I'll use : 3 ! ))
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jun 26, 2017 11:41:31 GMT -5
Destery Pogue.
20. female. hothead.
The stereotypical anger is obviously true with her. Since birth, Destery Pogue always seemed to wield or have some odd aura about her, and most people were probably right about that. Her red strands of hair always seemed to resemble the flames that dance in the firepits, even more so whenever the sunlight hit her. Pale skinned, the girl seems as if any touch would hurt her, but the flames have yet to singe her. Destery, or Des as she prefers it, wields powers of fire and flame, and often times, the use of it is fueled by anger. She's quick to jump into an argument if need be, and most of the time, she probably thinks she's right. How cocky.
She's always been some sort of a loner. Probably because she's an oddball, but also partly because she desires such. It's easier for her, she'd always tell herself, to just fend for herself. Responsibility would only drive her nuts. Who would want to hang around a literal hothead, anyway? Who would want to risk being burned?
Of course. No one.
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It was early in the morning and she, too, was awake. The one thing that always frightened her was the wailing noises of sirens. Usually, it meant some authoritative figure was chasing her, but not this time. She would have known, anyway. It was odd to hear them up and at it at such early hours, but the city as of late was full of criminal activity. Who would blame them? Prices were skyrocketing.
The clock now read 5 AM. The sun was just barely peeking out over the horizon, lining the skyscrapers with the oncoming blinding light. Some of it slipped through the windows of the home she was hiding in, and her eyes flickered open. Bright and green they were, just like a forest. The girl grunted as she lifted herself to her feet, reaching over to slip her boots on and tie them gently. Her bag was resting near the door, full of small fruits and snacks she had managed to take from a nearby store. That was what had forced her to hide within this abandoned shack.
Her eyes swept over the door. It was broken and rusty, as if one simple gesture could break it down. Then, she made her move towards it. She learned again, rummaging through the bag's contents before she found her pair of knives, slipping it into a small sheath she wore inside her boots.
Then she was off. Her head was hung low, as if to avoid attention on her, as she made her way down the sidewalk.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 26, 2017 23:26:57 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "How did I get here?" Marco's breaths were short, and every time he exhaled, a small billow of steam appeared to come from his lips before dissipating into the night. It reminded him of the cold, unforgiving winter, when he was a kid. He would breathe out and laugh as they saw his breath, thinking it had the be the coolest thing ever. He never knew that one day, he'd end up like this. A criminal, with a gunshot wound to the chest. Oh, how he longed for a quiet day where he wasn't chased by the police. It seemed like those days were over, however.
The ice wielder stopped to glance up at the sky, seeing a few rays of sunlight. With this wound, who knew how long he was going to last before he passed out in the middle of nowhere to bleed out.
In a futile attempt to stop the bleeding, Marco tried forming a patch of ice over the wound, wincing as he did so. He was successful in stopping the bleeding, but it wasn't going to hold out forever. It was just a temporary bandage, after all.
Marco continued walking through alley after alley, pace slow as he didn't have much energy left. The criminal wasn't exactly sure where he was going, he just let his legs take him somewhere, as long as it was away from the police. Little did he know, the boy was in the area of the fire elemental. He had heard about the girl who could control fire before, and it always made him smirk just thinking they had the complete opposite power.
The ice bender finally had to stop to take a break, slumping against a brick wall which looked out at a sidewalk and a main street. There were people out and about now, getting ready to head off to work or grab a quick bite to eat. Luckily, he went unnoticed, sitting in what shadow there was left.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 26, 2017 23:28:58 GMT -5
{So sorry for the late response! I went to a theme park today, then I took a nice long nap like anyone with a completely messed up sleeping schedule would, haha.}
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jun 26, 2017 23:51:27 GMT -5
Destery Pogue.
The girl would look up only occasionally to glance at the passing people, some towering over her. She wasn't very tall, maybe a mere 5'2, probably an inch or so taller or shorter than that. It gave her the appearance of an angry kid to most people, but she knew what she was capable of. She made it known what she was capable of. And that's the way she liked it.
Dominance. She enjoyed it, to an extent, but knew that even she couldn't, wouldn't, and shouldn't cross a certain line. But, of course, she often did.
Snapping out of her thoughts, the redheaded girl lifted her head and her emerald gaze onto an alleyway, and, without thinking twice, she let her feet guide her. It wasn't long before she could see where bullets had marked the brick walls in the shootout or marks of tires on the pavement. It wasn't unusual for her to see such. Des only moved on, stopping only to observe the bullets in the walls or the blood smeared on the frosty earth.
Within moments, she found herself near Marco. The air grew chilly. It was as if any presence of ice sent waves of cold down her spine and she hated it. She absolutely hated it. But what was there to do? She wouldn't kill unless it called for it.
And that's when she saw him. The boy against the brick wall, something obviously wrong. The air around him let her know that something was up, but she wasn't quite sure what. She wasn't sure if she should help, either. What if he hurt her? He was a criminal, after all.
But so was she, technically. An outcast for the most part. However, that didn't stop her. She approached him, her jacket's hood over her head, only a few strands of her red locks visible on her shoulders. "Everything okay?" She questioned, keeping herself a few inches away, not wanting to start anything but also wanting to keep her identity hidden. "People don't usually hang around alleys like you are."
But maybe she was teasing.
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(( it's okay! i think i'll be up late tonight ;w; also, should they have met while they were younger, or? ))
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 0:24:16 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "I don't have all night, you know." Pained icy blue eyes stared at the hooded person who entered the alley. Upon hearing the voice, he could tell it was a girl. And somehow, it seemed familiar.
"If a gunshot wound is considered 'okay', then sure." Marco's voice was laced with sarcasm, trying to lighten the mood at least a little. He didn't make a move, not wanting to alert her or anything. He wasn't planning on attacking unless she seemed threatening, but the girl didn't seem the least bit threatening as she spoke. But still, he could never be too cautious. The criminal kept his guard up, trying to get a good look at what was under the hood. But he couldn't really tell, as it was still somewhat dark outside.
"Well, for one, I don't necessarily like people all that much. You know, criminal, can't trust anyone," Marco pointed at himself with his thumb. "And two, it's not like I can go anywhere in this state. I'd most likely pass out in the middle of the sidewalk. But not before someone calls the cops again." He continued while slowly moving his hand up, as to not cause a panic, he ran his hand through his messy dark brown hair.
"So, who might you be?" The question lingered in the air as he awaited a response. He had stopped breathing hard from the pain and forcing himself to hurry away from the scene, at least. Though he seemed pretty pathetic, just sitting there with his legs outstretched like that. Marco absolutely despised being weak, especially in front of people. Sure he couldn't help it, but she could practically do whatever she wanted. Like call the police, for example. If she did, then he was a goner for sure. He would be captured, not able to put up much of a fight if any.
{I'm not so sure how long I'll be up, haha. Also yes! They totally should have met when they were younger! ;>}
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jun 27, 2017 0:39:04 GMT -5
Destery Pogue.
"Of course you can't go anywhere. A hole in your chest isn't going to make it easier." She snickered, raising her eyebrow ever so slightly. It wasn't like he'd be able to see it anyway. "It'd be smart to call in an ambulance, wouldn't it? Perhaps they could deal with your wounds? I mean, burning yourself out isn't going to make anything better." A part of her wanted to play the bad cop and call on him, but if she did, she knew she'd be toast too. Unless she managed some out-of-this-world escape, which was highly unlikely, she'd also end up behind the bars. Maybe for far less time, less than Marco. "It's a pleasure to run into you again, Marco."
For some reason, she refused to reveal herself. There was a tugging need to keep playing, to see where the line stood and what she could cross. To test the waters, if you could say that. It's been years since she had run into this boy - she remembered the hot summers they'd spend by the poolside or their early, angsty teenage years.
But that didn't matter now, did it? He had no idea who she was, partly due to her wardrobe, but that didn't bother her. If Destery had a personality list, then teasing was definitely another trait among the others. A definite identifier.
"How have you been all these years?" She lifted her head a little, so much only to let a bit of her face be visible against the sunlight that had begun to creep into the alleyway. It was eating away at the shadows. "Looks like you've gotten yourself into some mighty trouble with the law, haven't you?"
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(( also feel free to cause drama and whatever? i love action and gore and stuff nwgkjwbgkwj near death experiences too those... keep me on my toes and i love them.... but anything's fine as long as she isn't killed! she's a really old oc of mine ;w; ))
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 1:58:33 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "I'm an icy mess." Just the mention of the word hospital was enough to cause a slight panic in him. It was too risky, and he would be cornered. Sure he would be treated, but at the cost of being caught.
"That'll just get me captured. And who knows what they'll do to me? I'm a dangerous criminal after all. If not the death penalty, I'll probably be experimented on or something. I just have a bad feeling, y'know?" Marco shrugged. He had put some thought of what was going to happen to him before, but that only caused him to worry more.
Marco looked up at the girl, raising an eyebrow at her next statement. He tried his hardest to think of the people he knew before, but everyone hated him now. There weren't many people that would willingly talk to him nowadays.
Then it hit him. Running through the list of people he knew in his mind, he realized he did know a girl. And that girl was...
"Destery?" As he spoke, the sunlight reflected off her face just enough to recognize it.
"I would say I've been great, but it's obvious how I've turned out. After I discovered I had the power to control ice, everything just...took a turn for the worse. My powers were out of control, and everything was just chaotic." Marco spoke, a slight grin on his face as he noticed her red strands of hair. But it quickly turn back into a frown as he spoke. "It's...not like I wanted this to happen. Don't get the wrong idea about me. It's just too late to turn back now."
The ice wielder took a long breath, clenching his fist without even realizing it. The pain was nothing compared to the words he spoke. It was all true, too. His powers used to be unsteady, and someone was usually gravely injured, or worse, because of him. After he had gotten used to it due to tons of practice, he had been labelled as a threat, and turned into this famous criminal. Marco had never wanted any of this, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. The temperature around both of them had grown colder as he spoke, but as he rested his palm on his lap, it returned to the usual cold, which Marco was familiar with.
"And what about you? I'm sure everything went a lot smoother for you, right?" He chuckled softly, thinking back to all the good times they had together as he rested his head against the brick wall.
{Sorry for the late-ish reply again, super tired. Also yesssss I live for action and gore. XD}
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jun 27, 2017 2:09:44 GMT -5
Destery Pogue.
Her name rolling off his tongue made her tense up a little, a gentle hand reaching to push back the hood, revealing the face he was oh so familiar with. At least, used to. Her small hands were covered in small burns, mostly from exhausting herself with her abilities and the struggle to keep warm at times. That was one of her biggest issues: finding warmth. Even if it was warm throughout the day, the nighttime temperatures always dipped. Sometimes too dangerous for her. Without another person? Well, it was difficult.
She immediately covered her hands with her sleeves as she felt the air grow cold, taking a half step back until she relaxed again. "It really only seems like we've both been hit with the wreck." She laughed nervously, losing the teasing tone she had and all sense of sarcasm. She seemed, well, genuine. "I, well, a lot has happened since we parted ways. I, for one, accidentally burned my house down. Y'know, anger... It's kind of stereotypical, but..." Des sighed, she seemed a little troubled by it, but she was determined not to let her guard down. Who knows if the boy had changed throughout the time they hadn't seen each other? Besides, it was her past. If he's managed to push through, so could she. "I... Parents and all. Super tragic, I know."
The redhead kept silent for what felt like eons, but was only really a few mere seconds. It was cold, and she hoped he realized such. "In all seriousness, we should get the wound treated. We don't need an infection." She stated, hesitating, but taking a step closer and kneeling before him, her green eyes on his chest. "I don't want to make anything awkward, so would you let me see the wound?" She seemed almost worried.
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(( yes x____x keeps me on my toes. i love adrenaline ajgwk and sorry for any typos haha ))
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 3:08:11 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "I'm broken, possibly beyond repair." His eyes moved from her face to her hands, and he couldn't help but stare at the burn marks. He was wondering what the cause was, when she said she burned her house down. Everything just suddenly made sense, and he understood. He tried his best to keep the cold air only surrounding him, as it was impossible to make it go away completely."No worries, I understand. It not like I can say anything, as I've done worse." Marco took a shaky breath as he thought about everyone he hurt. He carried that burden on his shoulders along with an ocean of regret. He never forgot for a second about the thing he's caused in his past, a constant reminder that he would never forgive himself. He just...tried his hardest to push it to the back of his mind, was all."Great idea." Marco trusted her, allowing her to move closer to him, the two being childhood friends and all. Sure they both changed, and he always kept his guard up, but at least she hadn't attempted to call the police. Usually that was the second thing people did upon seeing him, the first being screaming."Oh, yeah. Give me a second." Marco let the ice on his chest melt, revealing all the blood. It wasn't a sight for the weak-stomached, that was for certain. He also shrugged off his hoodie so it was easier to get a look at it, wincing at all the movement. His once white t-shirt underneath was now stained crimson, causing a sigh to escape from his lips. Setting the hoodie beside him, he moved to take off his shirt next so the hole in his chest was clearly visible. His chest had quite a few old scars, telling the story just how rough his life had been. Setting his shirt down on top of the hoodie, he held up his cold, calloused hands for her to see as well."They're uh, frostbitten. Kind of pushed myself too hard earlier, totaling some cop cars and trying to protect myself from a barrage of bullets." The poor guy was a wreck, but he tried to seem like it didn't bother him too much, for her sake. It was hard to hide it, though. His hands were shaking from the pain mixed with the cold, and his eyes reflected with years of agony. The thing was, Marco never wanted anyone to worry about him. Even before his powers awakened, he just didn't like it. Mostly because he felt like he didn't deserve it. {Im the one who probably has typos haha. It's already three in the morning for me so I'm mentally tired. XD}
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jun 27, 2017 9:59:58 GMT -5
Destery Pogue.
Once the wound was revealed, she stiffened, seeing the blood and the bullet lodged in his chest. It was definitely not a something for the weak-stomached. Her fingers brushed around the wound, thinking a moment before she let herself sit on her knees, pulling her bag onto her lap. Somewhere in there, she knew she had something that could help pull the bullet out. It took a few moments, but she managed to grip onto some tweezers. It wasn't meant to be used medically, more for beauty purposes if anything, but she had no other choice.
Breathing in, the girl leaned closer and placed a hand to one of his shoulders, pushing him back almost roughly, but knowing that if she didn't, he would probably move due to pain. And right now? She knew she had the upper hand. She knew she was the one with the strength. The hand gripping onto the tweezers edged closer, pushing into the wound and, within a few moments of painfully trying to catch onto the bullet, Des managed to slowly pull it out. It fell onto the small space between them.
"Sorry." She said, then set the tool she had used down, again moving to rummage through her bag to search for gauze, or anything she could use to protect and stop the bleeding.
Of course. She had nothing she could use but some few cottonballs.
Panic stricken, the girl huffed in frustration, the very ends of her hair seeming to catch the slightest of flames, even more prominent with the sunlight beginning to hit them. Time was crunching. She knew they wouldn't be safe here forever.
And so, Des grabbed onto the bottom of the shirt under her jacket, grunting and struggling before she managed to rip it around, enough to be able to tie it around him. Or she hoped it'd work. Most of her lower stomach was now exposed, but she paid no mind to that; he was in trouble, and she was determined to help. She moved close again, pulling the fabric around and doing the best she could to cover the wound and apply pressure to stop the bleeding. Once she had done that, she took some few cottonballs and pressed them underneath the fabric, wanting for them to help absorb the crimson on his skin.
Next, she watched his hands. She wasn't sure what to do about it, but she knew that if she touched them for too long, she would be hurt, too. "We should leave. It won't be long before someone finds us and calls on us." She was already feeling cold. Regardless, she hesitantly took his hands, warming her own, but unsure of what to do next.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jun 27, 2017 19:49:55 GMT -5
» idea! what if in their world, their government is highly corrupt, with the leader (president?? idk) trying to weed out people like des and marco? regardless of being good or bad - the gov can see them as creatures of evildoing and will stop at nothing to put them down.. causing cities to be destroyed and the governments ambition to lead to whole populations being wiped out if need be
and what if there are sanctuaries of people like them, but most end up found by the government? or a gang of some sort, that seek to turn against the government and cause some sort of uprising if there are sanctuaries there could be a bad vibe about them among people with the powers our characters have, making them more dangerous than good, and maybe only the oblivious go there or perhaps some are led by government controlled elemental-people, used to lure them to one place, ending in their demise??? idk just ideas i thought would give a sense of direction ;0
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