Audrey Thatch
Civilian
Posts: 8 
Age: 19
Power: Teleportation
Player: puddles
Faction: Civilians
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Post by Audrey Thatch on Jul 6, 2016 2:00:55 GMT
Audrey sat on a bench in the middle of the park, the metal still hot from the midday sun but cool enough to touch without burnt fingers. Her day at the mechanical shop had left her leery and tired, some lawbreaker had been using the alleyway behind the shop as an escape route and the city guards took it as an opportunity to search the shop. During the raid her mother had tried to protect one of the more delicate pieces she had been working on recently: a music box pieced together from scrap metal and odd ends for an expecting couple down the street. The old women reached to move it from the work table and one of the guards had spun about to knock it out of her hands, the metal hit the floor with a crash and loose nails and tools had hit the concrete, sliding under work tables and machinery. The guards face had turned red as he towered over the old women and yelled something she hadn't caught from the other side of the room, but her heart raced and her temper snapped. The sight of her mothers terrified face and shaking hands over the music box sent her over the edge, she teleported behind the man before she could catch herself, emotions running wild. The guard hadn't noticed, and the other guards were busy in the alley, so shaking with rage she hid behind a machine until they left. The shop remained silent for the rest of the day, and she stayed after to try to fix the music box, and had worked out most of the dents except for a small one on the lid that kept it from latching. Her hands were oil splotched and dry from working late, and she tapped them against the metal of the bench as she tried to shake off the memories of the day, leaving oil on the metal in smudges. She had come out to sit in the park to avoid the quiet of the shop, her bag on the ground at her feet and the music box sat on her lap and she pondered over the lid with her tools within fingers reach, and the quiet din of the city and the park surrounding her.
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Neil Vanderzee
Civilian
Posts: 4
Age: 26
Power: Skin Armor
Player: Admin Yoloswek.
Faction: Civilians
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Post by Neil Vanderzee on Jul 14, 2016 20:18:51 GMT
There were at least three certainties in the life of Neil Vanderzee. Death, the evasion of taxes wherever possible, and the fact that if his predicament did not change very soon, death would come a lot earlier than he'd like.
The young man was leaning against a dark van, about a street away from a warehouse that had recently partially burned down. A transaction had gone down there, and now Neil could use a cigarette. Things had gone down well, but his 'client' had been one of those unstable people. Hair trigger temper, gigantic ego, not fun. The deal itself hadn't been anything special. Just some of those weird herbs that his 'boss' had gotten from them gypsies or nomads or whatever the fuck they were.
Neil started walking, cigarette still between the fingers of his actual hand. The prosthetic arm was mostly hidden by the sleeve of his hoodie. Almost everyone who knew him and their fucking dog knew he had that thing, but when it came to people that did not know him, he liked to remain somewhat inconspicuous. Someone of his standing generally did not have something this fancy.
His destination was the park. The Outside Park wasn't exactly a heavenly place, but it came closest to a peaceful location as one was going to get around here. It wasn't far; a few streets later he could already see the entrance.
He was close to it when someone came walking up to him. A cop. A fucking cop. Neil quickly scanned the park and a plan formed in his mind. He didn't know if he was in trouble, but he assumed he was about to find out.
"Goodafternoon," the man started and Neil nodded briefly, shoving his prosthetic arm's hand into his pocket.
"Might I ask where you're headed?"
Neil was suspicious, and probably rightfully so, but he kept a straight face and gestured over his shoulder.
"Meeting up with a friend," he said, loud enough for a nearby girl on a bench to hear. It was a gamble. It was taking the sort of risk he couldn't resist. "She's on the bench over there."
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Audrey Thatch
Civilian
Posts: 8
Age: 19
Power: Teleportation
Player: puddles
Faction: Civilians
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Post by Audrey Thatch on Jul 15, 2016 1:50:25 GMT
Audrey continued to tinker with the music box, trying to find some way to fix the latch. Eventually she grew frustrated with the object and pushed her tools back into the bag. She tilted the lid and let the soft music play as she rubbed the bridge of her nose thoughtfully crossing her legs.
From her peripheral vision she caught sight of a cop walking past the park. She froze, keeping her head tilted towards the sky as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. The normal rotations didn't used to bring the officers out this way, unless something had changed. Her breath caught in her throat as she thought back to the incident at the shop. But then the officers path intersected with some guy in a hoodie under the entrance and she breathed out silently in relief.
She closed the music box and tucked it away in her bag under her toolkit, hoping the officer hadn't seen it yet.
"Meeting up with a friend."
She overheard the words and paused in rummaging through her bag, head turning towards the man. Catching the gesture and raising a silent eyebrow before considering the situation.
"She's on the bench over there."
She leaned back on the bench uncrossing her legs. "Hey, what took you so long?", she called out, falling back on old habits. Her hand was wrapped around the strap of her bag, ready to pull it on and run if things turned south.
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