Prototypes: Super Hero RP (Finished)
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Sarah walked passed Sparrow and over to the couch. She sat down and began fiddling with her thumbs. This time around she was the one who was avoiding eye contact with Sparrow.
"Uh.. Yeah. I need to talk about you, about us." Sarah shook her head. Trying to word the sentences properly so she wouldn't confuse herself, or Sparrow. "We need to talk about our feelings towards each other."
"Uh.. Yeah. I need to talk about you, about us." Sarah shook her head. Trying to word the sentences properly so she wouldn't confuse herself, or Sparrow. "We need to talk about our feelings towards each other."
Sarah continued to fiddle with her thumbs. The situation was awkward, very awkward. Yet she knew that that conversation had to be dealt with.
"Maybe you cant start. I mean.. if you want to of course."
Sarah looked at Sparrow. They made eye contact for a few seconds but both quickly looked away.
"Maybe you cant start. I mean.. if you want to of course."
Sarah looked at Sparrow. They made eye contact for a few seconds but both quickly looked away.
Sparrow thought for a few seconds, about what to say, and how he felt. He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't bring himself to be completely open with her.
"We're both adults. We can handle this in an adult way."
Sparrow held Sarah's hand, and their eyes properly met.
"I want to, you know, be with you."
"We're both adults. We can handle this in an adult way."
Sparrow held Sarah's hand, and their eyes properly met.
"I want to, you know, be with you."
Sarah looked at Sparrow and smiled sincerely. She held Sparrow's hand and, once again, tears began to form in her eyes, but this time they were tears of joy.
"I know that opening up is hard for you. I've known that for a very long time, but I want you to know how I feel."
Sarah brought her head down, turning her gaze away from Sparrow. She wiped the tears away then looked back at him.
"I love you. I always have."
"I know that opening up is hard for you. I've known that for a very long time, but I want you to know how I feel."
Sarah brought her head down, turning her gaze away from Sparrow. She wiped the tears away then looked back at him.
"I love you. I always have."
Sparrow smiled. He'd never really felt like this before. Even in UIC, and in his childhood, he'd never had a serious relationship. He was also very flustered, and had no idea how he was meant to respond to such a statement.
Do I just come out with it? Do I repeat what she said? Do I agree? Oh man, this is way too confusing. There should be a manual or something.
Sparrow brushed back the hair from Sarah's face, and wiped away her tears.
"I do too. You know, love you."
Feeling both awkward and extremely open, Sparrow had completely forgotten about the pain in his arm.
Do I just come out with it? Do I repeat what she said? Do I agree? Oh man, this is way too confusing. There should be a manual or something.
Sparrow brushed back the hair from Sarah's face, and wiped away her tears.
"I do too. You know, love you."
Feeling both awkward and extremely open, Sparrow had completely forgotten about the pain in his arm.
Sarah's smile widened. She leaned in and kissed Sparrow quickly.
"I'm glad to hear it." Sarah looked around the room. Everyone was still asleep. She was still holding Sparrow's hand and turned back to him. "We should probably wake the others up. We need to get going."
"I'm glad to hear it." Sarah looked around the room. Everyone was still asleep. She was still holding Sparrow's hand and turned back to him. "We should probably wake the others up. We need to get going."
Sparrow nodded slightly. He was still taking the current circumstances into account, something he'd found himself doing more often recently.
"Yeah. We should."
Sparrow and Sarah were still holding hands, which Sparrow had not noticed.
"So, does this make us an item? I'm really not sure how this whole dating thing works."
"Yeah. We should."
Sparrow and Sarah were still holding hands, which Sparrow had not noticed.
"So, does this make us an item? I'm really not sure how this whole dating thing works."
Sarah turned her attention back to Sparrow.
"Um.. I'm not quite sure. Your the only one who I've ever had feelings for, and the situation that we're in makes it difficult to try and be a 'normal' couple." Sarah smiled and spoke with optimism in her voice. "We'll figure all of that out later. I think for now we should just try and be happy."
Sarah looked down and saw that the two were still holding hands. "I'm happy."
"Um.. I'm not quite sure. Your the only one who I've ever had feelings for, and the situation that we're in makes it difficult to try and be a 'normal' couple." Sarah smiled and spoke with optimism in her voice. "We'll figure all of that out later. I think for now we should just try and be happy."
Sarah looked down and saw that the two were still holding hands. "I'm happy."
Doc hummed to himself quietly as he sat in the armchair reading. It'd been almost a week since he'd practically barged into his daughters home. After some quite difficult explanations and emotional scenes she'd accepted that he was indeed her father... He hadn't explained about the Project. That was too much. He'd told her he'd volunteered for medical testing and a drug was tested on him that made his cells regenerate at a rapid pace, which made him look so young. His son-in-law had been difficult to convince with him being a doctor but with some subtle hints in his mind he fully believed it.
Temperance had invited him to stay with them as long as he liked, seeing as they had so much to catch up on. It'd even made him forget about the other Prototypes for a while. He'd been watching the news intently hoping there'd be something to hint to their whereabouts but nothing had been on. It was getting frustrating for him. Nothing for nearly two weeks. Putting down the copy of Tuf Voyaging he picked up the small glass of Jack Daniel's and took a sip. He didn't normally drink... As a psychiatrist he'd seen the affect alcohol could have on the mind and tried to steer clear, but he'd developed a taste for Jack Daniel's. He didn't know... Maybe the stress had gotten to him. For all he knew the rest of the Prototypes were dead.
Temperance had invited him to stay with them as long as he liked, seeing as they had so much to catch up on. It'd even made him forget about the other Prototypes for a while. He'd been watching the news intently hoping there'd be something to hint to their whereabouts but nothing had been on. It was getting frustrating for him. Nothing for nearly two weeks. Putting down the copy of Tuf Voyaging he picked up the small glass of Jack Daniel's and took a sip. He didn't normally drink... As a psychiatrist he'd seen the affect alcohol could have on the mind and tried to steer clear, but he'd developed a taste for Jack Daniel's. He didn't know... Maybe the stress had gotten to him. For all he knew the rest of the Prototypes were dead.
Ignore these, they're just nonsense 
Patrick had walked outside silently, following Emily as quietly as possible. She was walking fine now, barely even trembling as she turned around a corner.
Pat had tried to read her mind, several times: but all he would recieve were broken, fragmented emotions and memories. She wasn't thinking coherently, and it scared him. He had seen thoughts like this before: mostly from people he had seen being brought in for holding. They had all been insane; killers, sociopaths, people who had just LOST it somehow. Emily wasn't that far yet though: she could still recover. She was stronger than those people: he knew it.
She'll be ok. She's the one who's lost the most, but she always bounces back, right? Pat thought hopefully as he turned the corner to continue to follow her. However, as soon as he did that, he froze in place: Emliy was standing right in front of him, looking right at him.
Pat had tried to read her mind, several times: but all he would recieve were broken, fragmented emotions and memories. She wasn't thinking coherently, and it scared him. He had seen thoughts like this before: mostly from people he had seen being brought in for holding. They had all been insane; killers, sociopaths, people who had just LOST it somehow. Emily wasn't that far yet though: she could still recover. She was stronger than those people: he knew it.
She'll be ok. She's the one who's lost the most, but she always bounces back, right? Pat thought hopefully as he turned the corner to continue to follow her. However, as soon as he did that, he froze in place: Emliy was standing right in front of him, looking right at him.
Shaps, here's your cue. Sorry that took so long, I've been completely absorbed with matters in other sections. Make it dramatic.
Did we run this by Sam and Sparrow? Also, you were gone for a looong time
Emily heard Patrick coming and waited for him to approach, she went face to face before speaking very quietly,
"Pa-Patrick, I need you to do me a, just a bit of a favour." Patrick nodded, "I want you to... erase my memory, I saw what you did to the people in my neighbourhood. I want to forget everything, not just what has happened right now... everything. The labs, the restaurant, the terror, the death and the happiness. Please, please make me forget."
Emily was clinging on to his collar, she was exasperated and desperate.
"I... nothing, nothing to remember at all! Nothing, I will start anew! Start a new hap- a new happ-" she crumbled onto the ground and began sobbing, "Just-just let me star- just let me start over."
"M-me too.", Sparrow stuttered.
Even with the more difficult stage of the conversation over, Sparrow couldn't help but be slightly embarrassed.
"Erm, not sure if I told you this yet, but we're sort of alone. Samuel and Iceous are downstairs in the bar, Patrick left the hotel a few minutes ago and Emily ran off somewhere."
Even with the more difficult stage of the conversation over, Sparrow couldn't help but be slightly embarrassed.
"Erm, not sure if I told you this yet, but we're sort of alone. Samuel and Iceous are downstairs in the bar, Patrick left the hotel a few minutes ago and Emily ran off somewhere."
Samuel opened the door, expecting to find Sparrow. Instead, he found Sarah and Sparrow holding hands and gazing into each others eyes. He suddenly felt a bit awkward.
"I'll...I'll come back later." He said.
He retreated into the hallway, closing the door, and waited for the two to finish.
"I'll...I'll come back later." He said.
He retreated into the hallway, closing the door, and waited for the two to finish.
Sarah was going to respond to Sparrow but instead Samuel came into the room. He looked at the two and went back into the hallway.
Sarah looked down and saw that she was still holding Sparrow's hand. She let go, her face was a slight pink color, she was obviously embarrassed. She got let go of Sparrow's hand and made her way to the door. Samuel was still in the hallway.
"Come on in."
Sarah looked down and saw that she was still holding Sparrow's hand. She let go, her face was a slight pink color, she was obviously embarrassed. She got let go of Sparrow's hand and made her way to the door. Samuel was still in the hallway.
"Come on in."
Samuel stepped into the room. Sparrow seemed a bit embarrassed, but pleased with himself. He gave Samuel a quick thumbs-up. Samuel raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I came here to discuss some things with Sparrow, but you two'll probably share everything from now on."
Samuel sighed and dropped into a chair, Sparrow sat in the coutch next to Sarah.
"My main issue is Doc, and his probable connection to the American project."
"Well, I came here to discuss some things with Sparrow, but you two'll probably share everything from now on."
Samuel sighed and dropped into a chair, Sparrow sat in the coutch next to Sarah.
"My main issue is Doc, and his probable connection to the American project."