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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 22:04:46 GMT -5
This is meant to be a one x one, but it is never private! I am willing to duplicate the plot to anyone who wants to RP this!
Requirements:
All I ask is that you're literate and are at least semi-active!
Plot:
My guy has lived a harsh life, being captured by the government and experimented on because of his power to control fire. Besides that, everyone hates him. He accidentally loses control sometimes, burning some people. It would only make sense that everyone hated him. He believed he deserved it. But anyway, one day he escaped from the government, injured badly, a scar left from that day. Now he has no choice but to run, not wanting to get caught again. We start the RP one night while my guy is running from the government agents. My guy runs into your girl, who doesn't have powers. Your girl being seen with him means trouble, so my guy feels obligated to help her out. He gets her out of the situation, but not without sacrificing himself for her sake. He tells her to leave, to go somewhere safe and stay away from the police, but she doesn't. My guy thinks of himself as a burden, that all he would do is cause trouble for someone else. He knows he doesn't deserve anyone in fear of hurting them like he did others. Also, he doesn't think he's good enough for her. But she can tell that my guy isn't bad, and so she brings him to her house to fix him up. Things take a turn for the worse later on, as your girl is starting to become wanted too for being seen with my guy. After that, the two of them continue to stick together, helping each other out. Even though she doesn't have powers, she is more helpful than he could ever be for her ability to take care of wounds. But what happens when they both get caught?
I did want to include a little fluffy romance in here as well. ^^
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 22:32:18 GMT -5
{Here's the starter! :3}
Everyone has heard of the guy who had the power to control fire. He was world famous, after all. But who wouldn't be if you could create and control fire from thin air? After being stupid enough to show his powers off to the public, he was well known. To this day he regret it, always seeming to think of that day. His dumb decision caused him a cruel life he never wanted. The poor guy's life became a twisted nightmare after the government took him away, after all. They experimented on him to try and 'learn about his powers', but he knew that was a lie. They just wanted to use him as a weapon in future wars, to test his limits and see what he could handle, to make him almost 'invincible' in a way. But still, he was just human. He could feel pain and die too. He was even more known after his little accidents, which involved losing control of his powers and burning everything in sight. And his fire spread like crazy, catching absolutely everyone-and everything-on fire. Only he knew these were accidents however, everyone else thought he was going it on purpose. He was no small problem, he was a huge threat after burning some people alive. Because of that he was hated by everyone, even his own family. But after years of constantly hearing the hate, he himself started to believe it. Anyway, after enduring the torture for many months, he finally managed to escape the government's grasp, leaving a long, nasty scar from his forehead over his right eye down to his right lower cheek. He barely got away, leaving only an explosion behind. But that was all in the past. Recently he had moved yet again to another city, claiming an abandoned building as his home. It was inconvenient with no bed or furniture or anything, but it was better than that isolated room with white walls. But tonight, he had managed to steal some snacks for himself, his only means of getting things nowadays. He tossed his empty chip bag in the trash, keeping to the shadows. Not long after, a siren interrupted his thoughts, not too far in the direction he came. The fire wielder bolted, running for his life. So they had already found him! Tonight was going to suck. Running was the only thing he could do, since he couldn't use his powers on the government, no matter how bad they were. His reason-he was afraid he would kill them. That was the life of the fire-wielder, also known as Leon.
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Post by stormsong on Jul 29, 2016 23:34:30 GMT -5
[thank you so much for making this thread!! I'm excited for this one with you :3 ]
Headphones were a struggle. Peyton still wasn't sure how the thin cords could knot up in such an intricate embrace, not when they spent an entire day carefully wrapped in her bag. With a soft sigh, she knitted her fingers into the cords, gently tugging them apart. With a final pull, Peyton sank the two buds into her ears, drowning out the wailing sirens in the distance. Since the day Peyton had stepped foot into the city, she had fallen in love. And it was a sweet bonus to have one of the nation's top medical campuses here as well. Not that she had ever planned to go into the medical field, Peyton once told herself she was going to become a photographer. But after a strange summer camp filled with injuries of her friends, Peyton (and everyone else for that matter) had realized her strange knack for the healing. Her apartment, a cozy studio loft, was just ahead and around the corner, and after the day she had of classes, Peyton was more than ready to be home.
The soft tunes of a song floated into her ears, relieving stress already. It was a difficult field to be in, not just academically but emotionally as well. The students today studied the CAT scan of a young man with terminal cancer, dissecting the tumor samples sent to the campus for scientific research. It was a strangely surreal experience, watching one persons definition of an ending life become another's center of research that could begin another.
Sirens cut through her thoughts, even louder this time. They were closer, and there were a lot. Whoever had managed to get on the police's scanners tonight was in deep trouble. Peyton assumed it was a hit and run, maybe a robbery, a murder if it was especially bad. Which, as Peyton realized, it probably wasn't the greatest idea to be walking on her own in the city at this time. Her pace quickened, her own grip on her bag and phone tightening. There would be no dead Peyton's today.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 3:28:40 GMT -5
{I'm excited as well! And you're welcome! Sorry for the late reply, I was talking to my friend.}
Leon made a quick decision and a sharp turn into a dark alley, cutting through to another street on the other side of the city. But as soon as he exited the dark place and turned once more, his body slammed into something. The guy stumbled back, quickly regaining his balance to avoid falling and in case he needed to run again. He glanced at what he blindly ran into, and ended up locking eyes with a girl around his age. "Sorry...I didn't expect anyone to be there. My apologies." Leon ran a hand through his messy, unkempt hair. He didn't have the luxury to take care of himself, so to put it simply...he looked sloppy. He wore a torn, scorched black hoodie as well as worn out dark jeans that were singed from his flames. If she didn't know who he was then, she would soon enough. Leon quickly pulled his hood over his face and turned away, realizing his hood had fallen off due to the chase. "It's not safe here, you know." He muttered, going from friendly to self-conscious in a matter of seconds. The thought occurred to him that everyone already hated him, so there was practically no point in apologizing. He had almost completely forgotten about the sirens, but when he remembered, it was too late. The government agents had caught up, seeing the two of them together. It looked really bad for the girl, as the government probably assumed she was associated with him. Leon felt guilt rise up inside of him, and he turned back to the girl, a worried look in his eyes hidden by his hood. In a soft, hurried voice, he whispered "I'm sorry," before ripping off his hoodie and putting it over her, making sure the hood covered her face. "I swear I'll get you out of this mess, then you can be on your way." The fire wielder told her, now sporting a white t-shirt he had on underneath his hoodie. The only reason he did that was because he didn't want the government to see the girl's face. If she was seen...they would stop at nothing to take her away, asking for any information about him, even if they didn't know each other at all. This was why he never got involved with anyone, because he didn't want people to have to go through what he had, with the seemingly endless pain and torture. Hopefully it was quick and easy and they got away safely. After that, the stranger could be on their way with no trouble. He grabbed the girl's hand and started running, hoping she wouldn't freak out or anything. His hand was radiating warmth from his powers, as they were also badly burned. He just hoped she didn't notice, because he didn't want to seem weak. Like he said, he was still human, so fire hurt him just as much as the next person. He always burned his hands when he used his powers, but he tried to hide that so nobody knew his biggest weakness-himself.
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Post by stormsong on Jul 30, 2016 9:56:28 GMT -5
Well, maybe there would be one dead Peyton today. At least that was the first thought that occurred to her when she felt a body connect with her, slamming her to the sidewalk. "What the h--" Her words dropped off as her eyes locked with the boy's in front of her. He was torn up, to say the least, his eyes haunted and terrified. The stranger reminded Peyton of a frightened animal, calculating her movements as if he was ready to run at any moment. "Are you okay?" Her words were whisked away as a dark piece of fabric stuffed over her head. Oh god. She'd seen this before in the movies. A dark sack over the head and the next thing she would know is she'd be lost in a deserted shack on another continent. Or something like that. A strange, almost cozy smell of burned firewood embraced the girl, maybe she was headed to a massive forest, to be eaten alive by a mountain lion. Suddenly her head burst back into the light, and she realized it was just his hoodie, as if he was trying to hide her. Men's voices echoed down the alley behind the stranger, sharp and commanding, growing closer and closer. "Who--" He'd get her out of this mess, he said. What mess? A warm, almost hot, hand enveloped her own, the skin ragged and raw. It didn't take a medical student to realize his hands were seriously injured. The realization dawned on the young medic as she realized, this was the man the sirens were after. Either way, she had been seen, and it was too late now to play the victim, not after having his hoodie around her. Despite having what seemed like the entire police squad and the SWAT team following him, Peyton was no longer afraid. Her mind switched on, reeling in a plan. Her own place was less than a block away, there were plenty of allies to weave in and out of. "Oh, no," Peyton wrapped her other hand around his forearm, careful not to put too much pressure on his tattered hand. Her tug was in the other direction, towards her apartment. "You're following me now." She was surprisingly strong, probably pulling most of her strength from raw attitude. Years of track and cross country settled, and Peyton took off with a convict in tow. Oh, if only her parents could see her now. With a firm shake of her own head, Peyton turned her focus to the route ahead. It was a left here, a right into this alley. Another left to a different street, a final left to a long line of stairs stretching up the side of the building. "Get to the roof, you're in front." If the men started shooting, Peyton would be the one hit, which meant that much more time for the stranger to escape. She was expendable, after all.
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