Prototypes: Super Hero RP (Finished)
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"No Sparrow. I won't 'just do it.' If needed I'll torture him all night. He will tell me where and who his superiour is." Samuel said. He started to slowly bend his fingers to the side, breaking them very slowly.
"Won't you, Jack?"
"Won't you, Jack?"
Sarah looked at Sparrow. "If he doesn't know anything then you can't kill him. Then you'll be no better then the people he works for."
Sarah looked around, they were all outside and beginning to attract the neighbors attention.
"We need to figure something out, and fast."
Sarah looked around, they were all outside and beginning to attract the neighbors attention.
"We need to figure something out, and fast."
Sparrow waved to the neighbors.
"Hi! Would you kindly mind your own buisness?"
Sparrow grabbed Jack by his throat.
"Alright. We'll do it their way. I break every one of your bones until you tell me something of interest."
Sparrow grabbed his pinky finger, and snapped it in place.
"Thats one. Four left on this hand."
Jack didn't respond. Sparrow grabbed his thumb, and snapped it backward.
"Thats two. Next time I'll just break the remaining three."
Jack murmered something.
"What was that?"
Sparrow broke the rest of his fingers.
"I can't hear you-u-u-u."
"Hi! Would you kindly mind your own buisness?"
Sparrow grabbed Jack by his throat.
"Alright. We'll do it their way. I break every one of your bones until you tell me something of interest."
Sparrow grabbed his pinky finger, and snapped it in place.
"Thats one. Four left on this hand."
Jack didn't respond. Sparrow grabbed his thumb, and snapped it backward.
"Thats two. Next time I'll just break the remaining three."
Jack murmered something.
"What was that?"
Sparrow broke the rest of his fingers.
"I can't hear you-u-u-u."
[Well until I can find you guys I'll just bridge some gaps]
Doc huddled in the empty doorway as people walked back and forth down the street, going about their daily business, assuming he was a tramp. He tried to sleep but it just wouldn't come. He'd eventually given up and contented himself with watching people go about their business. Before the Project one of his more unusual hobbies had been people watching, studying their movements and mannerisms. It'd never seemed weird to him since he'd been a psychologist. He watched people walk from their cars to their apartments with shopping, people jogging... But the sight that caught his eye instantly was a young man... No older than 25 giving a little girl about 4 years old a piggyback. She was obviously his daughter. They were both laughing. The scene sent a pang of pain shooting through Doc's heart.
Before he'd been in the Project he'd had a family. Married his university girlfriend at 22... Had his first child at 25. A little girl. Temperance. He instantly recalled her face. Delicate features and shoulder length brown hair. He'd forgotten about her. And his wife. But something suddenly flared in his chest. He'd never told the people running the Project that he had family. They might still be alive.
Immediately standing up he smiled for the first time in a while. If he couldn't find the Prototypes, he could at least find his daughter. Trying to recall information he remembered only one thing. They'd lived in Vancouver. He'd then moved to Norway for his research, leaving them behind. Maybe they never left.
Doc huddled in the empty doorway as people walked back and forth down the street, going about their daily business, assuming he was a tramp. He tried to sleep but it just wouldn't come. He'd eventually given up and contented himself with watching people go about their business. Before the Project one of his more unusual hobbies had been people watching, studying their movements and mannerisms. It'd never seemed weird to him since he'd been a psychologist. He watched people walk from their cars to their apartments with shopping, people jogging... But the sight that caught his eye instantly was a young man... No older than 25 giving a little girl about 4 years old a piggyback. She was obviously his daughter. They were both laughing. The scene sent a pang of pain shooting through Doc's heart.
Before he'd been in the Project he'd had a family. Married his university girlfriend at 22... Had his first child at 25. A little girl. Temperance. He instantly recalled her face. Delicate features and shoulder length brown hair. He'd forgotten about her. And his wife. But something suddenly flared in his chest. He'd never told the people running the Project that he had family. They might still be alive.
Immediately standing up he smiled for the first time in a while. If he couldn't find the Prototypes, he could at least find his daughter. Trying to recall information he remembered only one thing. They'd lived in Vancouver. He'd then moved to Norway for his research, leaving them behind. Maybe they never left.
"Fuck this. I've had enough your rearing your shiny head around here. Stop screwing with what I'm trying to do! Is it so hard just to piss off?"
Sparrow shot a larger than usual blade down his right arm, but the pain seared around his body. He couldn't feel anything other than what felt like a thousand stab wounds fly up his arm.
"You wanna' go, baldy?"
Sparrow shot a larger than usual blade down his right arm, but the pain seared around his body. He couldn't feel anything other than what felt like a thousand stab wounds fly up his arm.
"You wanna' go, baldy?"
Chris, this would be a good time for the angel to just vanish.
You've already messed with it a little Chris. You need to PM me to ask about doing things like this beforehand. We've got a pretty strict storyline, but I try to let everyone do as they like. The invisble line is that you shouldn't be too drastic, or change a scene.