Prototypes: Super Hero RP (Finished)
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G'day people! You lucky swines have made it in.Portal Maniac said:
We'll start shortly. Sorry to everyone else, but there were one or two me and Samuel were torn between, so if there are any spaces we will PM you before asking for new character sheets.
Those entered have got their sheets up now!
Your all very lucky. Samuel and I spent around an hour deciding! We'll kick off with the opening post very soon.
To help you lot along with this, we will all converge on one event. You can drop in whenever you like, but you first post will have to be how your character is living their current life. After that, Samuel and I will start an event that you can drop in on. This will be how we all meet
To help you lot along with this, we will all converge on one event. You can drop in whenever you like, but you first post will have to be how your character is living their current life. After that, Samuel and I will start an event that you can drop in on. This will be how we all meet
Fair enough, just bad luck on my part I suppose. If something does pop up though, I'm definitely up for it.Sparrow Tag said:Doc, you were one of the characters Samuel and I wanted to include as well. We'll PM you straight away if something pops up.Doc Theta Sigma said:... Well that sucks. Oh well, can't be helped. Have fun everyone
Chapter One: Aftermath
(The aftermath of the testing)
Samuel looked at his watch. 05:47, nearly time. He checked if his gear was prepared. Knives, silencers, everything Was in place. His target would exit the building at 06:00. His mates would be surrounding him, so this had to go smoothly. Luckily they were all drunk, so a stumbling man wouldn?t be cause for concern. He saw a group exiting the bar. His target wasn?t there. Good, he thought he had been wrong. He lowered his hat over his face and waited in the shadows. At 5:59, the group exited the bar. His target was trailing in the back, holding a bottle of beer and his tie was around his head. Samuel looked at the scene with disgust. This was why he never drank alcohol. He unsheathed one of his small knives coated with a nerve-agent. Instant kill, but a normal knife after one stab. He walked towards the group and waited for them to walk a bit ahead of them. The music of the nearby festival was dimly heard from this distance. The crowd started to press against him the nearer the target got to the festival. It had to happen now or never.
He elbowed a way towards his target and stabbed him in the back, through the ribs and right into the heart. The drunk probably didn?t feel the pain, but his body would collapse soon. He pulled the blade back and dropped it on the ground, kicking it away from the position. He quickly moved through the crowd to a nearby alley. From the shadows, he watched the Head Scientist collapse, moved out of the alley towards the adjoining street, and heard the first scream. He grinned. It had worked, and within the panic the knife would be kicked away, and no fingerprints were on it, he had burned away his. Or rather they did. He strolled down the street, on the way to the nearest station.
He opened the door of his apartment, throwing his dripping coat with gear over his stool. The typical British weather was raging outside. He grabbed his phone and dialed the number of his contractor. The phone rang twice before it was answered.
?Samuel? Samuel? Did you get him??
?Yeah, I got him. Clean kill. No one saw me do it, and the weapon has been discarded. No one will suspect it was us.?
A sigh of relief sounded through the phone. A few moments of silence before his contact said something.
?We?ve got another contract for you, but this isn?t a normal situation. It?s one of the same project you originated from. We?d sent another, but you?re the only one who could top his abilities.?
Samuel gripped the phone tighter. The project he originated from. That would indeed be a challenge. He had been waiting for something like this. Another Subject?.
?What has this subject done? You know I only kill those who deserve it. And what?s his number??
?The name of the subject is Robin Everett, codename Sparrow. He has been using the anomaly very irresponsible.?
Anomaly?I wonder if they look at me as another anomaly, Samuel thought. He had never liked this contact, too official. He suspected that they were a government organization. He would have to break ties with them. Just as easy as he broke the strings.
?Where can I find him??
They gave him the location of his current residence. They also mailed all files concerning the subject. He printed the files and put them in his pocket. He took his gear, his personal belongings and focused on the strings of reality. He destroyed everying string, and everything dissapeared.
Samuel closed the door and headed to the station.
(The aftermath of the testing)
Samuel looked at his watch. 05:47, nearly time. He checked if his gear was prepared. Knives, silencers, everything Was in place. His target would exit the building at 06:00. His mates would be surrounding him, so this had to go smoothly. Luckily they were all drunk, so a stumbling man wouldn?t be cause for concern. He saw a group exiting the bar. His target wasn?t there. Good, he thought he had been wrong. He lowered his hat over his face and waited in the shadows. At 5:59, the group exited the bar. His target was trailing in the back, holding a bottle of beer and his tie was around his head. Samuel looked at the scene with disgust. This was why he never drank alcohol. He unsheathed one of his small knives coated with a nerve-agent. Instant kill, but a normal knife after one stab. He walked towards the group and waited for them to walk a bit ahead of them. The music of the nearby festival was dimly heard from this distance. The crowd started to press against him the nearer the target got to the festival. It had to happen now or never.
He elbowed a way towards his target and stabbed him in the back, through the ribs and right into the heart. The drunk probably didn?t feel the pain, but his body would collapse soon. He pulled the blade back and dropped it on the ground, kicking it away from the position. He quickly moved through the crowd to a nearby alley. From the shadows, he watched the Head Scientist collapse, moved out of the alley towards the adjoining street, and heard the first scream. He grinned. It had worked, and within the panic the knife would be kicked away, and no fingerprints were on it, he had burned away his. Or rather they did. He strolled down the street, on the way to the nearest station.
He opened the door of his apartment, throwing his dripping coat with gear over his stool. The typical British weather was raging outside. He grabbed his phone and dialed the number of his contractor. The phone rang twice before it was answered.
?Samuel? Samuel? Did you get him??
?Yeah, I got him. Clean kill. No one saw me do it, and the weapon has been discarded. No one will suspect it was us.?
A sigh of relief sounded through the phone. A few moments of silence before his contact said something.
?We?ve got another contract for you, but this isn?t a normal situation. It?s one of the same project you originated from. We?d sent another, but you?re the only one who could top his abilities.?
Samuel gripped the phone tighter. The project he originated from. That would indeed be a challenge. He had been waiting for something like this. Another Subject?.
?What has this subject done? You know I only kill those who deserve it. And what?s his number??
?The name of the subject is Robin Everett, codename Sparrow. He has been using the anomaly very irresponsible.?
Anomaly?I wonder if they look at me as another anomaly, Samuel thought. He had never liked this contact, too official. He suspected that they were a government organization. He would have to break ties with them. Just as easy as he broke the strings.
?Where can I find him??
They gave him the location of his current residence. They also mailed all files concerning the subject. He printed the files and put them in his pocket. He took his gear, his personal belongings and focused on the strings of reality. He destroyed everying string, and everything dissapeared.
Samuel closed the door and headed to the station.
Sparrow wandered into the the grimey room his called his home, and chucked his backpack across the room. He flipped on his TV, and slowly got changed. The BBC News echoed in the background...
"...former head scientist of the Soviet Union was killed earlier last night, though no suspects have been found..."
Sparrow stretched off. He always did after a loss at the boxing ring. He had to throw another fight. After all, he couldn't win too many. He'd gain too much attention. He knew they were watching. He always knew. He was never wrong about this stuff.
The cold air from an open window brushed his face.
"American weather. Almost as bad as back home."
He checked his mail. He'd forgotten about his debt, and now that he'd thrown four consecutive fights... the bold red letters on the letter glared him in the face.
EVICTION NOTICE. EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.
And with that, Sparrow re-packed. He couldn't warrant any face time with the government. He'd just have to get another grimey flat somewhere, but for tonight he'd sleep on the street. He'd grown used to it after the experiments. Now would be no different.
"...former head scientist of the Soviet Union was killed earlier last night, though no suspects have been found..."
Sparrow stretched off. He always did after a loss at the boxing ring. He had to throw another fight. After all, he couldn't win too many. He'd gain too much attention. He knew they were watching. He always knew. He was never wrong about this stuff.
The cold air from an open window brushed his face.
"American weather. Almost as bad as back home."
He checked his mail. He'd forgotten about his debt, and now that he'd thrown four consecutive fights... the bold red letters on the letter glared him in the face.
EVICTION NOTICE. EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.
And with that, Sparrow re-packed. He couldn't warrant any face time with the government. He'd just have to get another grimey flat somewhere, but for tonight he'd sleep on the street. He'd grown used to it after the experiments. Now would be no different.
[Well, as to quickly summarise it:
The subject broke out of the labaratory and escaped. Some have gone into hiding, others are trying to figure out what happened, one way or another. You may do as you wish, but there is no permanent connection between the characters other from what happens through the story. People are solo, live lives how they want to, and those get fucked up by some events]
The subject broke out of the labaratory and escaped. Some have gone into hiding, others are trying to figure out what happened, one way or another. You may do as you wish, but there is no permanent connection between the characters other from what happens through the story. People are solo, live lives how they want to, and those get fucked up by some events]
Sarah walked through the desolate and crime ridden streets of Brooklyn. Gunshots could be heard in the distance and bums could be seen in every alleyway. They were either sleeping or dead from the unbearable cold that had hit the town days prior. She wore nothing but a sweater and a cotton hat to keep her warm. Her powers made her core temperature rise so she never really needed to wear warm clothing.
Sarah finally made her way to her apartment building. She slowly opened the door, not wanting to wake her landlord. She was already on the verge of being evicted. Sarah walked to her mail slot and opened it then creeped up to her room. Without making any noise she entered the barren apartment. She looked around her apartment. The only thing she had was a make shift bed and a radio. She turned on the radio.
In other news, a former head scientist of the Soviet Union was killed earlier last night, though no suspects have been found many believe that-
Sarah quickly turned off the radio. Memories of her past came flooding to her. She shook her head in an attempt to push the thoughts from her mind. She turned her head back to her mail.
"Last notice, final warning, please call us." She threw all of the letters onto the floor. "I used to be someone. Someone who had to never worry about money. Now I don't even have three dollars to my name. Seems like its time to move again."
Sarah gathered her things, what little she had, and made her way to the fire escape. She had no money to pay rent, or anything for that matter. So she decided, like she had so many times before, that it would be better if she just went to a new town. She landed on the ground below and started to walk.
"Anything. Anywhere is better. I just have to keep moving."
Sarah finally made her way to her apartment building. She slowly opened the door, not wanting to wake her landlord. She was already on the verge of being evicted. Sarah walked to her mail slot and opened it then creeped up to her room. Without making any noise she entered the barren apartment. She looked around her apartment. The only thing she had was a make shift bed and a radio. She turned on the radio.
In other news, a former head scientist of the Soviet Union was killed earlier last night, though no suspects have been found many believe that-
Sarah quickly turned off the radio. Memories of her past came flooding to her. She shook her head in an attempt to push the thoughts from her mind. She turned her head back to her mail.
"Last notice, final warning, please call us." She threw all of the letters onto the floor. "I used to be someone. Someone who had to never worry about money. Now I don't even have three dollars to my name. Seems like its time to move again."
Sarah gathered her things, what little she had, and made her way to the fire escape. She had no money to pay rent, or anything for that matter. So she decided, like she had so many times before, that it would be better if she just went to a new town. She landed on the ground below and started to walk.
"Anything. Anywhere is better. I just have to keep moving."
[Thanks Samuel.]
Iceous had been walking. Walking for SO long. Too long to even remember how to not walk. After the escape, he knew he was in trouble. It was just so lucky of him to escape in the bloody summer. He had to feed every hour until nightfall, otherwise he would die. Luckily, the ice spoke to him. No, not speak. It called for him. And he felt a great call coming from the northeast. Siberia. He had to go there. It was the only place that would feel home.
That, or Antarctica. And I can't fly.
Surprisingly, he hadn't needed to sleep much since. Nor eat, drink, or anything else regularly done by normal humans. Not even breathe, which helped considering the hot air went straight to his core. And during this long walk, he realized he would never be able to return home. Texas was simply too hot for him now, unless he lived in a freezer. But that wasn't the kind of life he wanted. Only the ice understood him now, only the cold, only the bitter wind.
Iceous had been walking. Walking for SO long. Too long to even remember how to not walk. After the escape, he knew he was in trouble. It was just so lucky of him to escape in the bloody summer. He had to feed every hour until nightfall, otherwise he would die. Luckily, the ice spoke to him. No, not speak. It called for him. And he felt a great call coming from the northeast. Siberia. He had to go there. It was the only place that would feel home.
That, or Antarctica. And I can't fly.
Surprisingly, he hadn't needed to sleep much since. Nor eat, drink, or anything else regularly done by normal humans. Not even breathe, which helped considering the hot air went straight to his core. And during this long walk, he realized he would never be able to return home. Texas was simply too hot for him now, unless he lived in a freezer. But that wasn't the kind of life he wanted. Only the ice understood him now, only the cold, only the bitter wind.
In other news, a former head scientist of the Soviet Union was killed earlier last night, though no suspects have been found many believe that the subject was killed on account of- The announcer said over the radio-channel.
Samuel had a hard time surpressing a smug look. No one knew who, what or why. That was his signature. Total silence. He looked around the train. An elderly man sat across him, asleep. A few other people of no significance sat spread around the wagon, and a group of teenagers, roughly 18 or 19 years old, were being loud and annoying a few spaces to the front.
Samuel could vaguely remember his youth. He could remember a fair woman, probably his mother, and a good man, his father. But nothing other than that.
He checked his gear under his coat. It was all there, and fully functional. Not that he needed it, he was untouchable. But a knife between the ribs gets a better message to the right people than a person dissapearing.
The train stopped at its last station. Chatham-Kent Airport. He had chartered a flight, that was due to take off to America at 09:54. He arrived at 08:43. An hour of waiting. That was annoying.
Samuel had a hard time surpressing a smug look. No one knew who, what or why. That was his signature. Total silence. He looked around the train. An elderly man sat across him, asleep. A few other people of no significance sat spread around the wagon, and a group of teenagers, roughly 18 or 19 years old, were being loud and annoying a few spaces to the front.
Samuel could vaguely remember his youth. He could remember a fair woman, probably his mother, and a good man, his father. But nothing other than that.
He checked his gear under his coat. It was all there, and fully functional. Not that he needed it, he was untouchable. But a knife between the ribs gets a better message to the right people than a person dissapearing.
The train stopped at its last station. Chatham-Kent Airport. He had chartered a flight, that was due to take off to America at 09:54. He arrived at 08:43. An hour of waiting. That was annoying.
Emily was chopping vegetables in her restaurant, the smell of freshly cut peppers was indescribable. This is where she belonged, her very own restaurant in her home town, a quaint house to live in. A perfectly normal life, no experiments, no scientists, just her, and her cooking.
In other news, a former head scientist of the Soviet Union was killed earlier last night, though no suspects have been found many believe that the subject was killed on account of-
Emily quickly switched off the news.
"Hey! I was watching that!" complained a dishwasher.
"Its distracting everybody, the dining room is full and we don't need distractions, lets get these dishes out people!" she tasted a stew her sous-chef was making, "Hmm.., good, needs more Basil, and a pinch more salt."
In other news, a former head scientist of the Soviet Union was killed earlier last night, though no suspects have been found many believe that the subject was killed on account of-
Emily quickly switched off the news.
"Hey! I was watching that!" complained a dishwasher.
"Its distracting everybody, the dining room is full and we don't need distractions, lets get these dishes out people!" she tasted a stew her sous-chef was making, "Hmm.., good, needs more Basil, and a pinch more salt."