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Welcome Home (Invite Only)

Post by Chellizard on May 3rd 2012, 8:08 pm

She had been AWOL for six years. Six years. Ducking out of the country and back in. She was a ghost on the grid. Her Elite Task Force had disbanded after a large mission in Lysva, Perm Krai, Russia. Now, she was sitting in a Taxi. She wore a mid thigh length skirt, a right thigh guard, her knife's holster, arm guards, knee high combat styled steel toed boots, and a corset styled upper body piece. He had her right hand fiddling with her dog-tags, her silver eyes staring out of the window. She was admiring the sunny day here in Atlanta, Georgia. She let go of her tags and grabbed for her knee length honey-blonde hair. She gathered the mess and pulled it up. She tied it off with a hair tie that was on her wrist, below the arm guards. Her nostrils flared and she looked down toward her nostril piercing. She wondered why she kept it, but it had been with her since she was younger. She went through a rebellious stage; but who doesn't? The cab driver couldn't help but admire the 35 year old woman's figure; lean, muscular, well built. She also had a nice rack and ass; but let's not get into that. She have the cab driver's head if he didn't quit gawking. As if saved by luck, the car stopped and the man announced the address. "Thanks," she said, passing him the little cash she had left. She had pick-pocketed a lone man in Florida near the docks. She grabbed her back pack, it holding some basic necessities; food, water, a gun, a couple simple survival needs, and a bottle of tequila. She put the backpack over her shoulder and walked up the shallow path to her home.

The tire swing was still on the big Oak in the front yard. There was also an old slide that dipped into a sand box, and a basketball hoop near the garage. The four bedroom, three bathroom two story home was still clean and welcoming. Though, the old car parked in the front drive brought back unwanted memories. Dayne McHale. The bastard step-father than her mother should have never considered marrying. Skylar remembered the invitation she received to the wedding. She had ripped it into shreds and wrote a lengthy letter back to her mother explaining she couldn't leave college mid semester to attend the wedding. She had lied about her tests. She rolled her head and cracked her neck, then her knuckles, her hand then reaching for the doorknob. She opened it and let herself in. Looking around, she saw a few newer pieces of furniture. She wandered through the Foyer and then looked left into the family room. There he was. Dayne McHale, 55 year old man, convicted of three assault chargers, about twenty parking tickets, and had abused Skylar when she was younger. She leaned against the doorway and smiled. "Hello there, Dayne. Remember me?" she asked, raising a brow while the man stood up and turned around to look at her. "Sky-skylar.. What are you doing here?" She allowed a wicked smile to cross her lips.

"I'm here for revenge. But first, where is my mom?" she asked, her eyes narrowing toward him devilishly. "N-nursing home... She was too sick to stay here, and I couldn't take c-care of h-her.." The man, even though he wasn't that old, was shaking in his socks and silk pajamas. So the file was true. Her mom, Patricia Snowden, had been placed in a nursing home due to bad health and the inability to take care of herself. She was only 52 years old, and to Skylar.. her mom didn't deserve to be in a nursing home. No. She deserved to be at home in her own bed, with hand and foot service. And the best Doctor's money could buy. Skylar slammed her fist down onto a nearby table, a crystal ballerina figurine falling and breaking on the hardwood floor. "W-watch o-out.. you c-could cut yourself, Sky.." Dayne stammered, the crotch of his pants becoming darker, and the smell piss filling the room. He had pissed himself in fear of Skylar. Just because she was a skilled surgeon, excellent fighter, and an ex-marine. She gave him another Cheshire grin and her silver hues seemingly shined brighter as she took another step closer. "Today you suffer like I did." She then decked him in the jaw, sending the man into a crumbled heap on the hardwood floor. She then slammed the heel of her boot into the base of his sternum, cracking his xyphoid process and piercing his left lung.

She chuckled and knelt down, her arms leaning against her thighs as she watched him writhe in pain. He couldn't breathe, so the gasping for air was also a nice touch. "You'll drown on your own blood before you run out of air," she said, punching him in the nose. It completely shattered his nose and made blood pool up in his mouth and throat. He was drowning on his own blood. A terrible way to die. Little to her knowledge, though, there was someone outside. Someone that would probably be nosy and come mess with her plan, or slow her down. She didn't know this, though, so without bothering to cover up the body or dispose of it, she took the stairs lazily and walked up to her bedroom. She then ducked into her closet and opened the panic room to go through the filing cabinet she had never bothered to open when she was younger because she wasn't as curious as she was now.


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Post by Billiam94 on May 3rd 2012, 9:03 pm

For the first time in his life, Bart was free. Free from the prodding scientists watching his every move. Free from the white-wash wall that surrounded him his entire life. Free to make his own choices and live his own life. After about an hour of running, Bart stopped and let this new feeling set in. Gasping for breath, he began to take in his new surroundings. He was amazed by all the different colors, and by how far into the distance he could see. He gazed among the plant-life, having only seen pictures in textbooks until now. Then he began looking at the many houses near him. A particular two-story house caught his eye. The door stood open. Open doors were not something Bart was accustomed to. His curiosity took over, and he decided to check it out. Upon entering the house, Bart was shocked to find a half-dead man writhing on the floor in a large pool of blood. This was something else Bart had never experienced: Death. He wasn't sure how to react, so he shrugged it off and ventured further into the house. He found the kitchen, which made him realize how empty his stomach was after skipping lunch. He opened the fridge, which was mostly empty, save for a few cans of beer and some lunch meat. Bart took one of the cans, assuming it was soda, and cracked it open. Taking a sip, he decided it wasn't exactly his new favorite, but it would do for now. He quickly drank down the rest of the can, then let out a long, hearty belch. He then crushed the can in his fist and tossed it over his shoulder. He thought back on the bloody mess he saw when he first entered. Whoever did that to him is probably still nearby... Eager to meet someone who didn't work in a lab, he shouted, "Hello!?"

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Post by Chellizard on May 3rd 2012, 10:36 pm

Skylar perched herself on one knee and carefully unlocked the cabinet using a bobby-pin and a scalpel. After successfully getting into all three locked drawers she pulled out all the files and examined them. She found her foster mother's will. Reading it quickly, she found out the house was her's and so was Power of Attorney over her mother's health; but Dayne had power until Skylar came back from ETF. That was it. Sky would just have to get her momma out of the nursing home and back into her house with 24 hour care. There was also a file that gave all the information about Skylar's real parents, and who they were. She didn't feel like reading that, especially since she heard a loud 'hello!?' echo throughout the empty house. She cursed underneath her breath and stuffed the files into her backpack and slipped it back over her shoulders. She had pulled out her gun. It was a simple snub nose .44 magnum with hollow point rounds. Just a light piece of work.

She made her way out of the panic room and shut the door, letting the seam hide behind of the old dresses bags and coat bags hide the door. She examined her old room for a moment. It was nearly the same. A single person's bed, a small desk and chair with an old computer. The large window that had a bench to sit on as the windowsill. She smiled, shaking her head as she made her way out of the room and down the stairs. She came face to face with a boy that looked no older than 17. She held the gun straight at his heart, ready to kill if need be. "State your name, and reason for being here, son." she said this with a cold, stern voice, her eyes narrowing to angry slits. She'd have to kill him if he'd witnessed her killing the old man.

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Post by Billiam94 on May 3rd 2012, 10:57 pm

Bart looked down at the barrel pressed against his chest, then up at it's wielder. She was an attractive woman, older than Bart by maybe ten years. He smiled, then followed her orders, "I'm Bart. I saw the open door and got..." He stopped for a second as the effects of the beer began to take hold. "...curious. Nice place you've got here, other than the big red stain forming by the door. I gotta ask, what makes someone deserve that?" He pointed to the body, and as he did, his finger extended and came to a point. His powers were slightly out of control due to the fact that he had recently drank alcohol for the first time. "Um... oops."

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Post by Chellizard on May 3rd 2012, 11:15 pm

She sighed and shook her head and then looked passed him into the kitchen. A crushed beer can. Before he could even stagger, she let the hammer be put back into 'neutral' mode and then slid the safety on. She then tucked the weapon in the back waist band of her skirt. She sighed and watched his finger extend like a sort of arrow. "A super human, eh? Well. Let me tell you something, people deserve what's coming to them. It's just karma built up for that guy is all; so it came back on him twenty fold." She brushed passed the kid and into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pushed around the beer until she found a chilled bottle of water. She opened it up and drank it happily. Wiping the edge of her mouth she walked across the foyer and closed the front door, turning the lock. "If you want to leave, do so through the back door. I have a mess to clean up." She said this while walking into the family room. She stepped over the blood and walked into the half bath that was stocked with linens and towels. She started mopping up the bloody mess and then looked into the eyes of Dayne McHale. She watched them roll back into his skull as he finally gave up living and died before her eyes. "God rest this soul, and let it burn in Hell." She then stood up and walked to the kitchen to grab a couple big black trash bags used for cleaning up leaves in the yard. She doubled the bags up and then stuffed the body into them.

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Post by Billiam94 on May 4th 2012, 12:16 am

"I could leave... but I don't have anywhere to go. Guess you could say I'm new in town." He approached the woman, casually offering his hand in assistance and paying no mind to the contents of the trash bags. "Such a pretty face has to come with a pretty name... Need a hand?"

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Post by Chellizard on May 4th 2012, 2:01 am

She lifted the bags after tossing the bloody towels into the bags and looked toward the kid. "It's rude to ask for a name without first giving your own. Call me Karma," she said, walking out into the closed garage to tossed the dead body into the trash can. She then looked at the watch on her left wrist beneath her arm and wrist guards. It was Monday, and the trash pick up was usually Tuesday through Thursday. She let a small yawn pass her lips while she chewed on the inside of her lower lip. "Sure. Push the other trash can." She then opened the garage door and wheeled the trash can out to the curb and left it there for pick up. Good thing garbage was all broken down in acids that could destroy bones nowadays. She then walks back up to the house and looked toward the kid. "So, where you from?"

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Post by Billiam94 on May 4th 2012, 11:44 am

He obeyed, rolling the trash can to the curb as she did. He was still feeling the effects of the beer, but felt more in control. In fact he began to enjoy the feeling, though he was still unaware of what caused it. "Well you see, my dad died before I was born, and my mom died giving birth, so at first I went to an orphanage. Then I guess my powers started to show... so I moved." Bart's stomach began to grumble, and he remembered that the strange soda which had distracted him from his original purpose in entering the kitchen. "But nevermind where I'm from. What I want to know is where to get some food, I'm starving!"

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Post by Chellizard on May 4th 2012, 10:40 pm

She wandered back into the house, keeping her eye on the kid. Listening to his story, it was so eerie. They were somewhat in the same boat, except when he mentioned that when his powers started to show, he moved. She brought him to the kitchen and searched the cabinets. She found some microwave ramen cups, and the lunch meat and some whole wheat bread. She opened the two ramen cups and filled them to the appropriate line and popped them in the microwave. She then slapped together a condiment-less sandwich for the kid. "Well, believe it or not, we have more in common than you think already, Bart." She leaned against the counter, fiddling with her dog tags, her eyes mindlessly looking around the kitchen. It had been painted. It wasn't new paint, but it wasn't what she had remembered growing up. A small grimace crossed her face as the microwave dinged. She had listened to him whine about food and was glad it was done. "Here. It's packed with MSG and a tiny bit of vegetables. And I hope you like balogna." She passed him his ramen cup and then walked the short distance to the breakfast table with three smaller chairs. She sat herself down and passed him a plastic fork to eat with, as well as a napkin and a bottle of water. She ate at her cup of noodles, munching down the processed starch and MSG. Leaning back in her chair, she looked at Bart. "When you moved, who did you live with?"

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Post by Billiam94 on May 4th 2012, 11:39 pm

Bart glared at the cup in front of him. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, other than it had vegetables according to Karma. The sandwich seemed a better choice, Bart was familiar with bologna. He began telling his story as he ate, "I lived with a bunch of scientists. Scientists that really seemed to like the color white. I hate white. I've just been around it way too much..." His mouth grew dry from talking, so he decided to try the cup of what appeared to be noodles. He was astonished at how good it was, despite its simplicity. "Anyway, so these scientists trained me to control my powers, so I don't have little mishaps like my demonstration earlier. But I found out things I wasn't supposed to know from one of the doctors, things about my planned future. He didn't agree with it, and neither did I... So I did something about it, and here I am in all my glory. What about you, what's your story?"

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Post by Chellizard on May 5th 2012, 12:42 am

She rose a brow and tipped the cup up to drink the soupy chicken broth and then munch on the noodles a bit more. This was the most unbalanced meal she'd had in a long time; but it was better than granola and the like. She'd have to pick up some yogurt or something later. She needed some real protein. "I see," is what she had to say in between his decision to eat the noodles. She nodded, and was curious enough to ask, but knew it was none of her business. "Well; my story is complex. But let's make it short. That man that is about to be in a garbage truck beat me when I was a little girl. This house belongs to my foster mom. That is why I am here. Back to take care of things that I should have taken care of a long time ago." She said this with her right leg shaking lightly. Another little twitch of her's. She reached and fiddled with her dog tags so her leg would stop bouncing. She looked down at her empty cup and stood, taking it over to the trash. She tossed it in the bin and pulled out the files that told her about her real parents. "So, me and you, we were alike when it came to our parents abandoning us.. it seems to me like you've had it a bit more rough than me, though, sport." She said while sitting, her hands a bit shaky as she stared at the manila folder with 'TOP SECRET' stamped on the cover in bright red. She opened the folder but looked up and gave Bart a very thin smile. "So, what do you plan on doing now, kiddo?" Her eyes then dipped to the information and she started to read. Needless to say, her heart could have stopped just then.

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Post by Warlord on May 5th 2012, 6:08 am

Bishop moved down through the city quickly. He kept to the side streets, away from the masses. He passed a few of the bottom-feeders - the homeless, the drug addicts, the prostitutes - but hey either payed him no mind or silently gave him a wide berth. The blood staining his shirt and hands discouraged interaction from others.

He kept going until he reached the more residential area on the outskirts. Once there, with fewer places to 'hide', he pulled his overcoat closed and tucked his bloodstained hands into his pockets.
I need to fnd a house, an empty one. Get some new clothes and some food...
He hadn't eaten since much the previous night, before he'd gone out. It was a bit of a blur - various bars and clubs until the wee hours of the morning, drinking far more than any ordinary Human could put back without dying of alcohol poisoning (a requirement if he wanted to get drunk...thanks, regeneration), falling in with a group of bikers, a gang...getting jumped by a rival gang. He remembered fighting, being much too drunk to control his strength. Bones had broken easily under his fists. Spines had snapped, a skull had cracked, his hands had made their way inside several bodies forcefully. In the heat of the battle, he hadn't even made any distinction between the two gangs. He'd killed everyone, and then he'd hurried away as he realized that he was the only one left standing.

Now he moved past houses at a quick clip, looking for a place to stop and clean up. Suddenly, he saw a likely-looking place. A tire swing, a slide...a family home, no doubt. No car there; they were probably out. Perhaps the mother and father were at work, the children at school. As soon as he saw his chance, he took it. He moved as quickly as he dared towards the house, circling around the back - no need for the neighbors to call the cops about a strange man in an overcoat.

He found the back door locked. With a sigh, he twisted the handle harder. His enhanced strength quietly broke the locking mechanism, and he entered. He found himself in what looked like a laundry room. A washer and dryer stood to one side with various detergents and fabric softeners. Coats hung on a rack near the door, where the owner(s) of the house must have hung them. Bishop stood still, listening for any sound of occupation. He didn't hear anything, so he moved further into the house, quietly. He passed down a hallway, into an empty dining room. He continued through there, into a kitchen...where he came face to face with Skylar and Bart.

He tensed up, but then appeared to relax. In reality, he was scanning the situation in case he needed to react quickly. When he spoke, it was calmly but firmly. He let his overcoat fall open, revealing his bloody shirt and lifted his hands out of his overcoat pockets to show that they, too, were bore the crimson essence of life.
"Alright, kids. Let's approach this reasonably. The blood covering Me is not My own. I am not someone you want to try and tussle with. I need a place to wash up and a change of shirt. After that, I'll be out of your hair and you'll be keeping your mouths shut. Be smart about this."

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Post by Chellizard on May 5th 2012, 8:39 am

. o O (Okay. I'm posting out of order to address this situation properly. But after I post, the order will go as follows: Me, Bart, Warlord.)

She held up her hand indicating for Bart to be quiet and not say another word. She closed the file and quickly stuffed it back into the manila folder. She then stuffed it into her backpack and stood, her eyes narrowing slowly toward the dining room. Moments before the newest addition to their party walked in, Skylar had her snub-nose .44 magnum with hollow point rounds drawn and aimed toward the intruders heart. She had the hammer pulled back and her finger was ready to squeeze for the kill. She rose a brow at the man and tensed slightly when he made to take off his trench coat. At the mention of 'kids' it almost made her laugh. He was unarmed. Letting the hammer fall back into place with the guidance of her thumb, she rolled her eyes and slid her gun back into her waistband. She sat back down and pulled out the folder. "Why does this house of all the houses in the cul de sac seem inviting?" She grimaced slightly and shook her head, pointing toward the stairs. "Bathroom is upstairs. Try the master bedroom for male clothing." She then stuck her nose into the file. Her eyes read and re-read the words on the page. Seth Khan, well renown billionare, was her father. How? Why? It made absolutely no sense to her. How could he of all people be her father? How? She slammed her fist down onto the table, and as a result, a large long crack etched itself across the thick maple. She gritted her teeth and her jaw locked up, her eyes closing for a moment. She cracked her neck and then took a deep breath through her nose, and exhaled through her mouth. 'Bart, go wash up as well. There's another bathroom down the hall to your right. Second door. I'll find you clothes." After saying this, she packed up the file about dear old dad and stuffed it into her backpack. She was not going to leave them out of her sight, especially when in her home.

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Re: Welcome Home (Invite Only)

Post by Billiam94 on May 5th 2012, 9:58 am

As Karma told her history, Bart listened and continued to eat. When the new guest entered, he remained silent. Obedience was something he was used to, and the fact that nothing he heard had anything to do with him or his powers was a welcome change of pace. Karma's offer to clothe him made him remember that he was still donning his uncomfortable white jumpsuit, and he smiled at the thought of wearing something else. When he finished his meal, he trashed the cup as Karma had and ventured down the hall toward the bathroom. More white. He sighed as he entered the room. It was nothing like those he was used to, other than the white walls, white ceiling, and white floor tiles. Most noticeably, there was no urinal. Also, the toilet that was present didn't flush automatically. Not everything was white, there were tiles on the walls of the shower, blue ones. Bart found a towel with a similar color and turned the shower on. He rotated the dial to raise the temperature. The showers he was used to didn't have dials, they only had one temperature: ice cold. Bart happily removed his white jumpsuit and stood under the nearly scalding water, forgetting his past and wondering what might transpire next. He also couldn't help but wonder what the story was behind the man with the stains on his shirt.

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Post by Warlord on May 5th 2012, 3:34 pm

Bishop raised an eyebrow at the gun. They didn't get through most of the time, but...it still wasn't something he liked to try. Still, the girl seemed unusually welcoming once she put it down. From the looks of it, the boy there with her was some kind of stray as well. Fairly obvious in retrospect, given his monochrome jumpsuit.

The girl didn't look like she was going to shoot, and she had given him directions, so he turned and headed up the stairs. He found the master bedroom easily enough, with its adjoining bathroom. He laid his overcoat on the bed and stripped off his shirt. He tossed it in the hamper with a laugh.
No need to be messy...

He stepped into the bathroom and turned on the sink faucet. He washed his hands well, splashed down his face and chest, and scrubbed with some soap and a washcloth under his arms. He selected a fluffy white towel to dry off with.

Then he moved back into the bedroom, opening the closet door. He selected a simple white tee shirt, put it on, and then his overcoat. He looked himself down in the mirror. Black combat boots, black jeans, white tee shirt, black leather overcoat. Simple.
Handsome devil.
He winked at himself playfully in the mirror before heading back downstairs.

When he got back to the dining room, he looked at the girl.
"Alright. I'll be on My way now."
With that, he walked through the house and out the front door. He made it to the end of the driveway before stopping.
What the Hell is that smell?

He searched around, following his nose, towards the trash. He opened the lid. Just trash bags. Experimentally, he opened the one on top. Yep, that was human remains.
Poor bastard.
Bishop turned around and went back into the house. When he got to the kitchen, he didn't address the girl at first. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer in a longneck bottle. He used the counter to pop the cap off and took a first swig. Then, still silent, he sat down at the small table. He took another drink before speaking.
"I sure hope they take the garbage soon. It's starting to stink," he said. He spoke nonchalantly, as though he were simply discussing the normal tendency of ordinary trash to smell. He wasn't usually one to pry into others' business, but this was hardly a usual day.

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