NSWRPF Archive Extraordinary: The Beginning

Extraordinary: The Beginning

This RPG was inspired by the upcoming show Heroes

It is 2007 and amazing things are about to happen in the world. People, everyday people, from all walks of life will begin to start having extraordinary powers. And powers they might already know well! From shows, movies, games, and comics; these powers come from fictional characters they might know all too well. But why? Why have they come to have these abilities? And what if there are others like them? ...Others that'll use their abilities for evil.

In the town of Billings, Montana within the United States...these people will begin an incredible journey that can only be described as one word....extraordinary.

Intro: Welcome to Extraordinary: The Beginning! Here you will find yourself in modern day with the powers of a known superhero. And just so you know; just because the hero or heroine you choose is a man or woman...it doesn't mean that your character has to be. A woman could get Superman's powers and a man could get Invisible Woman's powers.
Once interested, send me a PM of your interest in a character and tell me which one. I'll reply with if he/she is available and the powers specifically outlined. You might not get all the hero's powers. Then you may PM me the character sheet. After I approve, you may post it. Then wait for the first post to begin.

Here is the list of those to choose from at the moment:
The Hulk [reserved]
Phoenix/Jean Gray
Superman
Batman
The Flash
Anakin Skywalker
Crimson Fox
Spider-Man
Martian Manhunter
Invisible Woman [reserved]
Ghost [reserved]

After all characters are taken, no more players will be allowed until new characters become available. Over time more shall be available, I promise. Also, your character doesn't have to be from Montana or even the United States to be in Billings. You'll just need to think of a reason why he or she is there. Family? Business? A strange calling? Family or Personal Vacation? Your choice.

Character Sheet-

Name:
Sex:
Age:
Nationality:
Hair Color & Style:
Eye Color:
Appearance: Everything else
Abilities: What I told you in my first reply PM to you
Reason for being in Billings, Montana:
Bio:

Rules-

1) Obey the TOS always
2) Listen to the GM
3) PM me what character you're interested in then your character sheet!
4) One character per person
5) After all characters are gone, no more players until new ones come up
6) I control all villains and NPCs unless stated otherwise
7) Keep OOC to a minimum, it's allowed but don't do OOC only posts please!
8) Must have experience with RPGs already (I'll check to see if you're in others)
9) Have fun!

 

As GM I take two characters. Bwuahahaha.

Name: Patrick Kennerly
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Nationality: American
Hair Color & Style: Black and parted in the front
Eye Color: Brown
Appearance: 5'11" and about 132 lbs. A bit thin, but not overly so.

Abilities: [Hulk]"Hulks" up and when he does, becomes amazingly powerful and can jump great distances. Also in Hulk form, Patrick is close to invincible as nothing can seem to hurt him...knock him out perhaps, but not truly hurt him for long. The angrier he gets, the stronger he becomes.[/Hulk]

Reason for being Billings, Montana: Lives in Billings actually

Bio: Patrick Kennerly is a 21 year old working at a Borders Books, just living life and trying to get by. Your true everyday person, not much special and out of the ordinary with him...until now.

Patrick has always been a very caring and contemplative person, but harbors a very bad anger. It takes a lot to unleash it, sometimes with it being stored for a long time. When it comes out, most people keep a far distance between them and Patrick. And it just so happens that now, very soon, he'll wake up with the powers of none other than the Incredible Hulk.

With his anger amplified to levels way beyond an average human's, will he be able to cope with the world? Where will he turn to for help? And is it even possible for him to control and harness this new power, how could it ever be used for the good? Soon, he'll discover some of the answers he seeks, but not quite all.

*********

Name: Roger Shakire
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Nationality: Canadian
Hair Color & Style: Bald
Eye Color: Blue
Appearance: 6'3" and about 190 lbs. A very strong build...think Riddick.

Abilities: [Ghost]Intangibility.[/Ghost] And also an original power, he "becomes one" with weapons, making them practically extensions of himself.

Reason for being in Billings, Montana: Visiting girlfriend's family

Bio: Roger Shakire, a Canadian who kicks ass. A personal trainer for athletes who is currently on vacation with his American girlfriend. His girl's family lives in Billings, Montana and so there he is with him. With such situations, Roger is a little uncomfortable but tries to manage the best he can. Though he feels more ready to work out, help train an athlete, or just plain kick somebodys butt than try to charm a possible future father-in-law.

Has always had a fascination with weapons of any kind and has minor training in a wide variety of them, soon though he'll somehow learn the power of intangibility from the superheroine Ghost, and his own original power of "becoming one" with any weapon he touches.
How will Roger react to all of this? Only time will tell...

 

Darth_Elu Approved

Name: Kustaa Kari McMahon (more relatively Gustav Macario McMahon)
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Nationality: Finnish-American
Hair Color & Style: Originally blonde, now dyed black; worn long with three long braids, one of which is always somehow slung over his shoulder, leaving the other two behind him
Eye Color: Blue, but wears red snake-eye contacts
Appearance: Kustaa is 5?11?, 176 lbs with a medium muscular build and light tan skin. Kustaa wears typical heavy metal garb such as black clothes, steel-toed boots, spiked jewelry, ear gauges (one in each ear), lip piercings (six), and five regular piercings in each ear. He also has a series of tattoos depicting horror-movie legends scrawled up his arms and across the top of his back
Abilities: [Flash]Super speed, vibrate through solid material (requires severe concentration on his part), make whirlwinds at super speed, throw people/objects back with a sonic boom[/Flash]
Reason for being in Billings, Montana: His band, The Were-Angels of Hades, has agreed to play a concert in Billings.
Bio: Kustaa was born in America and lived with his mother and father in Boston Massachusetts, for his entire life. He was a below-average student, and focused all of his free time into learning how to play the guitar. Over time, Kustaa developed a taste for fast-paced Heavy Metal, and started his own garage band based on what they thought sounded cool at the time.
Now, after being together as a band for almost three years, Kustaa and his friends have been booked at a concert in Billings, Montana where they are suspected to have a packed house for the club that they are playing in.

 

The List:

Phoenix/Jean Gray
Superman
Batman
Anakin Skywalker
Crimson Fox
Spider-Man
Martian Manhunter

 

GM Approved!

Character Sheet-

Name: Brittnee Emerson
Sex: Female
Age: 20
Nationality: American
Hair Color & Style: Blonde, cut to shoulders with shorter layers
Eye Color: Brown
Appearance: Slender and stands tall at 5'7
Abilities:[Invisible Woman] Invisibility and force fields[/Invisible Woman]
Reason for being in Billings, Montana: Lives in apartment with two other friends while going to college
Bio: Brittnee Emerson was born and raised in California, having one older brother and sister. She was your ordinary girl in an ordinary family. When she turned 18 and graduated High School, with one of the highest scores, Emerson moved to Billings, Montana, enjoying it's city-like feel, but mostly enjoying its simplicity.

Brittnee has been rooming with two of her friends from college and has had strange feelings the past few days, as well as getting nightmares.

 

GM APPROVED


Name: Jay Bryce
Sex: Male
Age: 42
Nationality: American
Hair Color & Style: Bald
Eye Color: Blue
Appearance: Normally: 6'0, 255 pounds of pure muscle. Toned to the core. (Think Agent from Hitman)
Abilities: Shape Shifting, Intangibility, Flight (to a lesser Degree than Superman) Super Strength (To lesser Degree than Hulk and Superman) Telepathy, Super Stamina (Lesser Degree)
Reason for being in Billings, Montana: Nice and quiet place to retire.
Bio:

"Jay Bryce" was always a big, taller and stronger than most people his age, and mentally fit as well. This attributed to him getting a small time job with the Mob. From the age of 16 untill he was 34, Jay was a lead Mob hitman, body guard, transporter, and advisor, and lived like a king on the streets of New York. But that all changed when he decided to get out. After testifing against many of him parteners in crime, Jay recieved not only a full pardon, but also entered into the Witness Protection Agency, which moved him to the west coast.

In Hollywood, he made a living as a body guard to the stars. Working for many people, from David Letterman to Oprah, and everyone between, Jay made a small fortune keeping others from dieing, but reluctant to kill himself. After 11 years, stress took it's toll, and Jay tired of his job.

Moving now to Billings, Montana, Jay has spent the last year living out his life in Billings, never expecting anything to come of his past, and nothing to happen in his future. He was wrong.

 

The List:

Phoenix/Jean Gray
Superman
Anakin Skywalker
Crimson Fox
Spider-Man

 

GM APPROVED

Name: Henry Wilson
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Nationality: Canadian
Hair Color & Style: ROTS Obi-Wan style, brown
Eye Color: Blue
Appearance: 6' 5", 220 lbs, lean build, good looks, but doesn't stand out too much. Wears earth tones, and functional clothing.
Abilities: [Batman]Expert Martial Artist (All forms), 50 points to IQ[/Batman]
Reason for being in Billings, Montana: Passing through on vacation
Bio: Born in Vancouver, Canada, Henry grew up in a strong family. His father, a cop, was killed one night by a lone gunman. His mother had a nervous breakdown, and was sent to a psychiatric ward for help.

Henry took to his studies in university with a determination he'd never known before. He became well versed in psychology, in the hopes of helping his mother, but has yet to do so.

 

Currently have a lot of guys around and only one woman...any ladies interested in joining? Or perhaps a guy interested in playing a lady? If not, that's ok, just thought I'd bring this to attention.

 

Elusively Approved!

Name: Teresa Garza

Sex: Female

Age: 26

Nationality: Mexican-American

Hair Color & Style: Straight, mid-neck length and brown

Eye Color: Brown

Appearance: [image=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/90/Cc314.jpg/250px-Cc314.jpg]

Abilities: [Superman] Flight, all of Supes' strength, some speed...but not much - can run just a few seconds over the world record for the 100 meter dash consistently. Heat and X-Ray vision (no super-hearing).[/Superman]

Reason for being in Billings, Montana: Business trip

Bio: Teresa Garza was born to one of the richest couples in America. Her father, an immigrant from Mexico, was the owner of Garza, Incorporated, and her mother was an accomplished musician.

When she was nine, Teresa?s mother died in a car crash, and her father was left broken-hearted. He couldn?t live with himself, and committed suicide only weeks later, leaving Teresa an orphan.

Teresa?s parents? butler then took her in and raised her himself as her uncle took over the corporation until she came of age to take the helm.

Now, at twenty-six years old, Teresa is one of the richest women in America, and feared by other corporate leaders thanks to her hard-as-nails and badass attitude. And for exactly two months, she?s possessed marvelous abilities that she rarely uses, hiding them from the public eye.

 

I am very pleased with the turnout here, we shall start either tomorrow or two days from now on 9/27/06 (at least on America time).

And we're more balanced with gender now, so neither gender is preferred now, I don't mind either.

The List:

Phoenix/Jean Gray [Person Interested]
Anakin Skywalker [Person Interested]
Crimson Fox [PM me if you want to know her powers]
Spider-Man [Person Interested]

 

OOC: Completely forgot about this.

The last paragraph of Teresa's bio should say this instead:

Now, at twenty-six years old, Teresa is one of the richest women in America, and feared by other corporate leaders thanks to her hard-as-nails and badass attitude. And for exactly two days, she?s possessed marvelous abilities that she rarely uses, hiding them from the public eye.

 

GM Approved

Character Sheet-

Name: Natassia Malkoi
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Nationality: Russian
Hair Color & Style: Long (comes down to the middle of her back), Black, Fine (not thick), Glossy/Shiny. A sweeping fringe covering her right eye.
Eye Color: Red (by contacts)
Appearance: 5ft6", pretty face, unblemished, larger eyes and full lips, petite/very underweight, dark clothing/gothic, scarred arms.
Abilities: JEAN GREY/PHOENIX- Telekinesis, telepathy.
Reason for being in Billings, Montana: Natassia, with her mother and elder brother were moved to Billings, Montana, as a police relocation attempt.
Bio: Natassia grew up in quite a decent household; a wealthy, caring household, in Moscow, Russia, and learnt Russian and English due to her American mother and Russian father. Her only problem was, through school, she couldn't keep many friends as, due to her fathers career, she moved over the world constantly. This depressed Natassia. Two years pre-living in Billings, her father grew an alcohol addiction. Through this, he lost his job and was stranded in Tokyo for half a year. Whilst living in a small apartment in central Tokyo, Natassias father's alcohol addiction was heightened and he followed through with violence, attacking her mother. Three weeks ago, her father decapitated Natassia's little sister with his bare hands, which the entire family witnessed, and broke her mothers neck. The police obviously got involved, arresting the father, but he escaped days after with the rest of his family on his mind. He was unfound so the mother and now two children were moved to a small town back in America. Natassia has recently been accepted into a local highschool and her brother, Kartrym, now 19, has begun studying for a degree in the city university. Her mother is restricted to their home, due to her lack of mobility capabilities. Natassia is currently suffering with depression and self harms with rage for her father. Any way to avenge her sisters death, she would take without thought.

 

OOC: Sheet forthcoming, I promise!

 

Name: Sarah Manor
Sex: female
Age: 20
Nationality: American
Hair Color & Style: Auburn hair down to her waist, straight but sometimes put in a ponytail
Eye Color: blue
Appearance: 5'3", thin, stays in shape
Abilities:Spiderman Web slinging, climb up walls, using webs to attackSpiderman
Reason for being in Billings, Montana: Lives there
Bio: Sarah was born in the small town of Fort Collins, CO to two parents who loved her dearly but were incapable of taking care of her and the three other girls they had. Two years after Sarah was born, a fifth daughter was born. Sarah's parents now had five daughters, but Sarah's father did not have a job and he was incapable of keeping one. Her mother had many mental problems but tried her hardest. Sarah's oldest sister took the role of "mom" and took care of the four younger.

When Sarah was five, social services came to her home and she was taken from her parents for reasons of abuse and neglect.Sarah was placed in the home of a single woman. This woman doted on Sarah, but was soon taken from her because the woman was moving. Sarah was then put into a home of a man and woman who had a daughter Sarah's age and a son who was about five years younger than Sarah. At this time Sarah was six. Sarah stayed in this home and kept in contact with all her sisters.

Sarah turned eight and found out the rights of her birth parents were being terminated and she was to be adopted by the family she was now with and a year later it was finalized. Sarah's adoptive parents took her out of public school and began to homeschool her. Sarah lived her life normally and started to take classes at the local community college. She graduated highschool at the age of seventeen with her associates degree. She then went to Colorado State University and got her degree in Social Work. Sarah felt as if she could excell in this field since she had been through the system and the process.

She worked in a small home for the handicapped for a couple months and loved it, but was offered a job in Montana as a social worker for the state. Sarah took the job and quickly began placing children in homes for adoption or foster care placements.

 

The List:

Anakin Skywalker [Waiting On Prenn]
Crimson Fox [PM me if you want to know her powers]

 

***GM Approved***

Name: Sarai Neitzke
Sex: Female
Age: 23
Nationality: United States
Hair Color & Style: Black hair, with trendy platnum and bronze highlights. Cut super trendy
Eye Color: blue
Appearance: 5'7", thin, Super Trendy, In shpae
Abilities: Anakin Skywalker, Force Sense, Force Push, Force Lightning, Jedi Mind Trick, & Force Heal, Biological lightsabres (arms turn into sabres)
Reason for being in Billings, Montana: Pedro the Lion was haviing a show, and it isn't that long of a drive from Portland, where she lives.
Bio: Sarai was born in the bustling city of Portland, Oregon, and makes her home there to this day. Always one to be with the trends, Sarai is farily popular in the Portland underground music scene. Sarai was average her entire acedemic carrer, though her immense creativity drew a lot of attention her way. Since graduation, Sarai has been going to bible college at a small school in Portland, going to shows almost every night, and writing music with her friends as well.

 

The List:

Crimson Fox [PM me if you want to know her powers]

Anywhere from 40 minutes to an hour, this RPG will begin...

 

OOC: Decided to wait just a little longer in starting this, in anycase...Welcome all of you, thank you for applying to this grand RPG. Now, together, let us drench ourselves into this story. Wrap its contents around ourselves and become our characters, it is time for something incredible....no, something...

Extraordinary

Hello. My name is Cathair Tamara and about fifty-one years ago, something amazing happened. Something so positively life-changing and existence-shaking, I thought I would go crazy. Of course, that was afterwards. Fifty-one years ago...I was born. Nothing out of the ordinary there, but the fact of who I am. What I am. Now that...that?s something completely different. It all began that day, fifty-one years ago, and through the years I have learned how to control myself, how to hide, how to speak out. How to live and exist. But now, in the present times, there are no longer just a handful of us, in which most of that handful has already died, but...more. In times, probably soon, life on Earth will become complicated and some would state...unbearable. Unbelievable. And yet, no matter who it is that says that, whether one or many, they will all want more of it. It?ll whet their appetite. They know who they are, but not who they are. Any morning now, they will learn. And that?s what I?m here for...to help them learn. I can only hope fate will bring our meeting and I have a feeling, that it will.

[Tone of voice changes slightly, like the date has changed to a future time]

We thought it?d be easy, but it wasn?t. Once we all learned; we had fun, we reveled in the truth together. Humanity was another matter, but in time, they will cope. But some things were put into motion, outside of my or any of the others? grasp, and in so doing...a chemical reaction occurred. These events, these times, these people, all of us, would undergo something that not even I foresaw or felt coming. We are changed now. For the better. We have undergone hardships, we have felt sorrow, we have known defeat. But also have we tasted victory, rewards that truly count, and happiness we have shared. In the beginning, we thought we were different, but truly we are the same we have learned.

Not only that, but in the beginning, at the same time...we thought we were just another one out there, no matter our status, a sheep among sheep...we thought we were the same...but now, here we are, and we?ve only begun to realize we?re not...we?re....Extraordinary.

Watch your step. This is our story.

The Beginning:

Patrick Kennerly IC:

Brang! Brang! Brang!

Damn alarm clock, Patrick?s eyes opened and his fist came crashing down on the alarm clock, whacking the snooze button. Slowly sitting up on the side of the bed, Patrick held his head in his hands due to sleepiness. Yawning, Patrick shook his head slightly as he held it. What a nightmare he had. Apparently there was this girl he loved and they were hanging out together happily, next instant...some military guys come rushing in the way and firing...And some green...thing, Patrick hadn?t seen it clearly, bounded in the way and killed the girl and started wrecking mass havoc on the military and the surrounding area while he merely watched on frightened...then, he got angry...and man, what a nightmare.

Patrick stood up slowly as he felt a sudden irritation swing into him, like it was deep in his chest and tingling at the bottom of his toes. He tried to ignore it for the moment and began getting ready at seven in the morning for work.

While he brushed his teeth, he noticed a few cracks in his mirror, making it hard to see. Damn mirror, why did it do that? Punching at the wall in further irritation, Patrick moved off after hearing the stupid alarm clock blaring again. This time he hit the snooze button harder, his morning grogginess not allowing him to think about just turning it off. Stupid thing. He finished brushing his teeth and took a shower. As he did so, he heard the

 

IC as Brittnee Emerson

Brittnee rolled over on her side while lying in bed. She stretched her body out and yawning at the same time, trying to push the sleepiness that clung to her away. Remembering the dream she had before waking up, she stared up at the ceiling, blinking a few times. She dreamt she had powers. She could turn invisible and even throw up force fields to protect her. Sitting up, she laughed it and only began to look around for her two room-mates when she heard the very annoying alarm go off.

Why do they use that stupid tone? Everyone hates it, for crying out loud.

Brittnee leaned over in to where her nightstand was and clicked the lime green alarm off. She looked around once more and noticed that both her friends were gone from the apartment they shared. She then remembered that this was one of those rare days when they actually woke up early to have get coffee and go into their college classes. Her classes were usually always later than her friends.

Getting out of bed, Brittnee fixed the shorts she slept in and then pulled out the hairtie in her hair. She headed to the bath room and yawned while leaning for the black hair brush, without really looking, as she was still very tired, but noticed something odd.

Brittnee blinked and focused on her hand. What. The. Hell. She couldn't see it! Was she going blind?! No, that's impossible, if she was blind, she wouldn't be able to see anything, she reminded herself and continued to stare at her hand...or where she hand should be.

Okay, relax. You're very tired, didn't get to sleep until one this morning. Your mind is only playing games on you.

The woman tried to relax...but then...she saw the mirror. She let out a scream and jumped back. What. The Hell! She didn't even see her flippin' reflection. She looked down at herself to counter what she saw...well what she didn't see in the mirror and found that she couldn't even see her own body!

"Oh my God!"

Before anymore shock could settle in, she heard keys sliding into the door of the apartment. Now freaking out, Brittnee went to quickly shut the bathroom door, but found that she had trouble locating her arm. She stared at the door and saw the handle turning. Come on! Please find the door!

Just as the door began to open to the front of the apartment, Brittnee had finally found the door and swung it close, locking it quickly. She silenced herself, trying to calm her heartbeat and listen to her two friends. They were talking to each other and then a minute later, left again, locking the door to the apartment.

Fumbling to reach the door, Brittnee opened it slightly and peered out of it. Little did she know where her head was compared to the door and smacked her forehead against the edge of it. She pulled back and rubbed her forehead. If she was actually visible she would be sure she'd get a bruise. Finally, she opened the door slowly to make sure she didn't hit it again and quickly looked around. She guessed they came back to get their things needed for their classes. She sighed and exited the bathroom, trying to slow her breathing.

What was going on? How could this even happen?? This sort of thing only happened to people in movies and books!

Feeling about, Brittnee found where she stood next to the bed and sat down carefully, trying to take in all in. Maybe...maybe this was a dream? Odd dream..then again it was just like her other dream before. But why would she be aware of the dream before? Don't you usually forget you have other dreams in that dream? This was getting confusing.

Finally, able to calm her breathing, she jumped a little when she saw parts of her fingers returning to her sight, which made her heartbeat pick up again, only making the invisible wave cover them again. Dammit.

Brittnee took in a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Maybe she should see a doctor or something? She laughed at the thought and closed her eyes, taking in deep breaths. Several minutes later, the ent

 

IC: Sarah Manor

"And that was your que to call. Call right now and you could win a trip to Hawaii."

A hand flew out of under the covers to push the snooze button on the top of the black alarm clock, but, instead of pushing the button, the clock was knocked off the table. Her hand never touched the clock. It took about two seconds for her to sit up in bed. That is when she saw it. There, coming out of her hand was a thick string of something white, connected to her palm. She began to rapidly shake her hand, but all that happened was the clock shaking and than slamming to the floor. Sarah looked around hoping no one saw that.

"Sarah you live alone. Nobody can see you."

Climbing out of bed, her nightgown falling to her feet, Sarah held her hand out and watched the string come out again, hitting the wall. Pulling her hand back the string retracted. This was so cool. She must call work. Sitting on the bed she dialed her boss.

"Hey Sue, I can't come in...Why? I am vomitting like crazy. Food poison or something...Alright, see you later."

For at least an hour or so Sarah played with her new discovery. "I am just like Spiderman." That is when it hit her. This wasn't normal. She needed to clear her head. She needed to go to the park. That is where she took kids when they were nervous. Putting on jeans and a red tshirt she went to the park sitting on a bench under a tree. How was she going to deal with this?

Tag: all

 

Henry Wilson

At seven o'clock, the alarm went off. Henry Wilson had already been up for an hour, though. He'd been battling insomnia for the past three nights, and sleep had been scarce. Any sleep he did get was plagued with strange dreams that never seemed to end. They were just continuations of each other.

And so he had gotten up, showered, and dressed. By eight-thirty, he'd started watching his room's television set, flipping around until he found something interesting on the Discovery Channel.

At nine-thirty, he'd decided breakfast was in order, and had left his fifth floor hotel room in the direction of the elevator. As his door closed, Henry listened intently to the locks clicking away. And then he realized his key and wallet were still in the room.

"Damn!" he muttered under his breath.

He stood at the door for a few moments, before dropping to a knee and fising a business card out of his pocket. He slid it in between the door and the lock, and before he knew what he was doing, the door swung open.

He stood at the door for a moment, and stood up, hearing a maid roll her cart along the hall. He stepped in quickly, got his wallet and key, and stepped out again, closing the door behind him. The maid didn't notice a thing.

When he got to the lobby, it was ten o'clock. The in-house restaurant wasn't to Henry's liking; he'd eaten there last night, and hadn't thought much of the service. With a thought, he remembered seeing a nice diner about two blocks away.

So he started walking.

Deciding to cut through an alley, Henry noticed a few teens scattered around, wearing hoodies and dark clothes. Their faces were covered by low ball caps, and they wore baggy clothing. Henry made a mental note: four of them.

And then were around him, two behind him, and two in front.

"Whatcha doin' around here, man?" said one.

"Just passing through. Thought I'd get some breakfast." answered Henry.

This made them laugh for some reason; Heny would've gotten angry, but his mind seemed beyond that now.

One reached for shoulder, saying, "How 'bout you hand over your wallet."

The teen's left hand touched his left shoulder, and Henry spun, catching the man's arm in his own left, bringing it in to his side hard. The man's arm made a popping sound, and Henry knew that it was broken. His right hand cam eup fast, the heel of his palm smashing in the guy's nose.

Within seconds, Henry had realeased him, and had spun left to face his second attacker. The words 'krav maga' flashed in his brain, and his body tensed, right arm shooting out and bashing the teen's sternum. The force of the blow knocked him onto the ground, and Henry turned to the last two.

He put himself between them, and the swung wildly at him. He caught them both by an arm, and yanked them together, their foreheads hitting each other. Henry ducked out of the way before their hurt bodies could hit, and they fell against each other, dropping to their knees as one. Henry delivered a swift kick to the side of one, and he fell against the other, hard.

Henry followed through with his movements, and instinctively took a ready stance. One that didn't know about until this morning.

He relaxed, and, in a dazed state, continued onto the diner. Perhaps he'd get his food to go, and go to the park...

Tag: Elu

 

Kustaa McMahon

Shady Hotel, Billings Montana

It was extremely late at night, and Kustaa and his friends had just driven their rusty green rental car to a hotel complex just inside of Billings. It was a royal pain loading and unloading their instruments, especially Morris?s drum kit, which had to be strapped to the roof of the car. Ollie still joked that they lost a snare back there on the highway somewhere.

Kustaa laughed at this of course, always reassuring his drummer that they hadn?t lost anything, and only gained talent over their years of practicing and playing small-time concerts. Billings would be their first ever large-scale concert, and could very well be their break into the genre of Heavy Metal.

?Okay guys,? Kustaa began, addressing Morris, Ollie, Linus, and Robby at the same time. They all listened to their band leader, and sat on the musty couch. ?Practice early in the morning, so get whatever sleep you can while you can. We?ve gotta be prepared for the concert next week.?

The guys nodded and went about finding their sleeping spots: Ollie taking the couch that he liked the smell of, Linus and Morris complaining about who was going to get the bed and who would get the floor, and Robby being content in the backseat of the rental car. Kustaa, being more preoccupied with the upcoming concert, forgot to stake claim to a fair position.

Just as the others went to sleep, Kustaa sighed and picked up his guitar and walked outside. He didn?t bother to close the door slowly, because the noise wouldn?t wake up his friends as far as he knew. Robby was even dead asleep in the backseat of the car. Kustaa shrugged and leaned against the hood of the car.

He began to play, strumming the strings slowly and then picking up into the fast-paced type of music he was used to. He practiced riff after riff, measure after measure, watching how fast his fingers could move against the metallic strings. Soon, he had gone through seven of their songs within a half hour. He sighed and dropped his pick, sleep almost overtaking him.

But then he felt something of a rush, something like caffeine coursing through his veins as just before his pick his the cold parking lot, he snatched it back up effortlessly and merely stared in amazement. ?What the...??

Kustaa brought his hand down slowly, eyeing the pick in his hand and narrowed his eyes to the neck of the guitar. His other fingers lay planted in their usual position, and as a precautionary measure, removed and replaced them once more.

He began to play, slowly, even slower than before. The music began to overtake him and his fingers slid rapidly up and down the strings, not feeling the heat being produced by the friction of his fingers and his guitar pick. The strings where his fingers pressed and his guitar pick itself began to melt and soon fell to the ground in a puddle of goo. Kustaa yelped and dropped his guitar, the noise waking up Robby inside the car.

?Stav? Man, what time is it?? Robby said, opening the car door with one hand while rubbing his eyes with the other. ?It?s 4:30 in the morning. What the hell happened to your guitar??

Kustaa didn?t answer for a minute, eyeing the melted strings and the pick. He recalled everything moving so fast, his hands, his eyes. He had kept up with every motion he normally employed when playing. He even heard how fast the music went in his mind, all of it sounding like it was being played on fast forward. He opened his mouth to speak and sighed. ?I dropped it. Should?ve put the strap on.?

?Yeah?? Robby said, taking a seat next to Kustaa on the hood. ?You gonna get a new one? I don?t think Linus is up to sharing his with you. It?d be a lot of work to re-string it to your specifications man.?

Kustaa nodded. ?Look, I?m gonna go into town,? He said, picking up the pieces of his guitar and the hardened puddles of plastic and metal. He walked over to the dumpster and toss

 

Sarai, Sarai!

The voice was far away, and barely audible. David Bazan was up on stage, deep melodic voice flooding all of Sarai's senses. There was no use talking to her...

Suddenly the attractive young girl was pulled out of the front row crowd. A big muscly arm attached to hers...

"What the hell, man!" She furiously turned around, and saw that the man and his gang of cronies were holding here best friend, Mal. It was quite obvious that they were up to no good, and Mal could do nothing about it...

With a surge of strength even Sarai didn't know she possesed, she ripped her arm out of the iron man's grip, ran over to Mal, and before she knew it, all three of the men were on the ground.

But she hadn't even touched them...

All of the eyes were boaring into the back of her head...

Blackness started to enter her feild of vision, and before she knew what was happening, Sarai fell to the floor, unconscious...

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Sarai had only been hungover once, but it was an experience she would never forget. Unfortunatly for her, it semmed as she woke up that it was an experience she was gong to duplicate that day. A pounding headache and dry throat awaited the pretty girl as she awoke, and for a freightening second, she had no idea where she was.

It all came rushing back.

Last night.

The show.

The men.

Mal.

The hotel room.

Sarai felt like she was going to vomit, though she knew that wouldn't be happening. There was nothing to throw up. Quickly she sat up in the bed, her [i]Jets to Brazil[/i] tee shirt was wet with sweat. Unfortunatly, she really didn't have any other clothes. This was supposed to be a two day trip.

I can figure all of that later. Right now, I just need to clear my head.

Sarai remebered a park down the street from when they were driving up last night, and decided that was the best place to go. There was always something magical about fresh air...

So she stumbled out of bed, put on her trendy, tight jeans, ballet shoes, and zip up jacket, and walked out of the room.

It was a short, nice walk to the park, and the weather seemed to be perfect for the occasion. Upon arriving, Sarai didn't see anybody else, but it was a big park, and she realized there were probably pleanty of others there...

[b]TAG: Any who want to talk[/b]

 

OOC: I?m happy to announce a change in ?The List.? Almost all slots are filled now.

The List:

Crimson Fox [Person Interested]

Roger Shakire IC:

The conflict of cool and warm soaked into his body as he slowly woke up from his deep sleep. Not the first time, he woke up like this most of the time, and of course the cool he felt was nothing like he was used to. So it was almost a purely warm sensation when he finally stirred.

Roger Shakire opened his eyes, yawned twice, then looked across the room at the window facing the foot of the bed. It was open, just the way he liked it. The screen was there to prevent bugs and such, but otherwise it was open and letting the cool air come in. Felt good in the morning to him. He looked next to him to look at the source of the warm side of the morning. His girlfriend, Alyssa Johnsen, laying next to him and cuddled up to him. She used him for the warmth she needed to sleep because she wasn?t as happy with the open window as he was.

Roger slowly slid away from her, making sure she continued to slumber, he got up from their bed and began to get dressed, he could shower later tonight, already took one last night. Roger finished soon and moved over to the window of their bedroom in her parent?s house. Montana, a pretty place in the United States, he had to admit, but he still preferred good ol? Canada.

He moved away from the window after a few minutes of observing his surroundings, and went to the door of the bathroom, needing to use it. As he got to the door, the strongly built Canadian yawned and covered up his mouth with his hand. He would have normally clumsily walked into the door, which would of both embarrassed and irritated Roger, but next thing Roger knew...he was right where he wanted to be. On the other side of the door and in his and Alyssa?s bathroom. Roger turned around and looked at the closed door. What the?

After a few minutes of staring, he shook his head, probably just didn?t remember opening and closing it. He was a little tired still...wasn?t he? Roger was a little confused by that, he was one of the types that when he woke up...he was fully alert the moment his eyes opened. Just a rare morning was all, he shook his head at himself and did his business. He turned to leave and next thing he knew, once again he was on the other side of the door, in the bedroom. He remembered reaching the door and reaching out for the knob...but he didn?t remember opening and closing it at all...

Roger looked at the bathroom door. It was closed and stood there ominously, seemingly laughing at him. ?Crazy human fool, you can?t go through stuff. You?re not a ghost,? he heard in his head.

?Just tired,? Roger murmured to himself with a bit of an irritated grunt, before getting his socks and shoes on.

?Mm...,? a yawn, ?honey??

?Yes, Alyssa??

?Where are you going??

?I remembered you saying your dad loves donuts, so I thought I?d go and treat everyone to breakfast. Going to get some donuts.?

Alyssa smiled sleepily, ?How sweet...ok, well I?m going back to sleep for a little bit.?

?Ok, goodnight, babe,? replied Roger before kissing Alyssa?s forehead then moving for the bedroom door after grabbing his keys. Good thing for Alyssa was that she fell back to sleep before noticing Roger go through the door.

Roger paused for a moment, then shook his head. Impossible, stop thinking that. He moved off toward the front door and that same sensation occurred. Like he went through it...but there was no way he could do that...Roger grumbled at himself and continued onto his truck. As he stopped in front of it before going to open it, he decided to just oblige his tired mind and prove he couldn?t go through doors or walls or anything else for that matter.

Roger held out his hand toward the truck door and confidently waited for it to touch the metal and feel the normal resistance of a solid against a solid. He felt the metal alright, but there was no resistance at all...he felt like a mist creepi