The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by falsodeus on Jul 16, 2011 23:15:27 GMT -6
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Cause and consequence, action-reaction, day and night. Duality stitches itself onto reality, ruling over lives like a cold, precise mistress. Karma, events balancing themselves out; superstition, one would say. Yet, two weeks ago, Enzo's life had raced like a hamster on the wheel, and now the furry little thing had decided to pause. First meant kiss, mutation versus an endless wait, parents out, Johanna unavailable - infinite stalling.
Not that everything had completely frozen; awareness of the "itchy-ish" sensation associated with his power activation an some area of his body became higher, and quite there had also been an abnormal number of mutants crossing paths with him. These were by no means small matters, but how they still felt unimportant when side-to-side with his other questions.
He had to walk. Alone, again, but probably not for long. That's how it was, really; Enzo usually shared his time with friends - even if it did not look like it as of late - and when he didn't, his social self would quickly try to get into a conversation with someone on the street. Many have claimed this to be foolish, a summons for trouble. Somehow, apart for a very distinct incident one year ago, the half Italian half American teenager had nothing to report.
So there he was, on a strangely hot afternoon, by himself and traversing streets at random. His figure would stand out in the crowd, if not for the European beauty of it, then because of his relaxed clothing - a set of green shorts with a night blue sleeveless shirt and a pair of stylized vans - his hair still shaved nearly to baldness due to red streaks that had appeared the first time his mutation kicked. The streaks had disappeared; in fact, aside from a small orange-ish area on his right foot, his mutation was behaving quite well.
With so much skin showing, Enzo felt as if he was challenging his own body to reveal itself. The gesture was both foolhardy and a symbol of his anger towards the hiding he had sort of gotten himself to. A big part of him desired the liberation of exposure, yet rationality stifled it.
"What I need now is a coke" he thought to himself, looking for a cafe. Coke would always please him; being so picky with food, it was a brand he knew and trusted.
He found what he was looking for around the corner of the street - a coffee shop half filled with what looked like a sports team of sorts. He entered the place, ignoring the group as much as they ignored him, went over to the counter and awaited patiently for the waitress to notice him.
"One coke, please ragazza" he asked. Some guy made a silly remark on how Enzo was foreign, which he ignored.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jul 17, 2011 17:03:41 GMT -6
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It was one of those afternoons in which no sane person would venture out into the heat, spare to get an icecream or seek out a swimming pool. Most would venture out in the morning, when the weather was still bearable, then scurry indoors as the day wore on. Gina was one such person, though she'd been stranded at a nearby cafe as the result of poor planning. Just as the wall of humid heat crashed down upon the city, she had scurried into the safety of a small cafe, ordered a large frappuchino, and took a seat at a small table in the corner of the restaurant. From this angle, she could watch people go in and out, and yet she didn't draw too much attention. Gina wasn't anti-social, per se-- it was just nice to sit back and just watch once in a while.
Besides her mutation, there was nothing peculiar about her attire today. A pair of short jean-shorts, a sky blue pair of converse with red plaid, and a neon-colored t-shirt that read, "I'm Not Short, I'm Fun-Sized!" For all extensive purposes, she was dressed like a teenage girl, and yet her mutation still made her a sight to behold.
She had sat back and watched as people filtered in an out, activity dwindling as the day grew warmer. It was Gina's fortune that she had brought a bag of things to do, because for a while, people-watching got quite boring. Then, the sports team arrived, which meant one thing-- boy-scouting. Though the notion of jocks hanging out a coffee shoppe struck Gina as odd, she still appreciated the view from over the edge of a book, smiling to herself. The boys lay claim to a smattering of tables, took a seat, and rose the volume of the normally-calm cafe to an unnatural magnitude.
Some more people filtered in every now and again through the doors, but considering how boisterous these teenage boys were, none of the patrons opted to stay long after getting a drink. Gina only partially paid attention to the comings and goings of other patrons, paying slightly more attention to the young adult males that were closer to her age (or, at least, looked closer) as they went in and out. She gave the slender boy that entered the cafe the same ammount of attention as she had towards the other young, male patrons, looking at him long enough to recognize that he was good-looking, and not a moment longer. Some people took poorly to having a gargoyle stare at them. It wasn't until he spoke that she gave him a second look.
"One coke, please, ragazza," he requested.
A couple the jocks tittered snidely as he spoke, making note of his accent, cracking jokes about the "foreigner" under their breaths. Gina bristled slightly, even though it was none of her business what those boys had to say-- she found accents quite entertaining, and pleasant to listen to. She glanced up from her book again, to see if anything would occu, but the boy at the counter had either ignored them, or not heard them.
Posted by falsodeus on Jul 17, 2011 18:14:36 GMT -6
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Rattling and loud laughing - when you're not part of the party anyway - would easily get onto someone's nerves, and that group was really pushing it by the looks of the young waitress. This mattered little to Enzo, though; he had just found a nice and relatively fresh shelter, capable of shunning the Inferno outside. Plus, his skin wasn't really that good; one would expect something else from someone raised in Italy, but his father's genes brought him extra solar sensitivity. Not that he didn't push his luck with the sun every now and then, but that was really of little importance.
Waiting, he glanced around, noticing a young girl reading a book on a table safely distanced from the bothersome group, at least physically - there was no escaping the noise. He thought there was something weird about her, but before he could focus that strange sensation people have when they feel someone is looking at him made Enzo broaden his gaze. However, he did not any confirmation about what he had felt.
When the waitress returned - on her left hand a promise of sweet refreshment, on the right the glass to pour it into - Enzo's eyes locked onto her, and he mimicked the act of eye rolling. The woman understood what he referred to and smirked, pouring the coke in a slightly improved mood.
"Grazie" he thanked in Italian. Purposely or not, small details or actions of this sort could always be expected from him, specially when engaging with strangers. Arguably, it was a way for him to know people, attract them, or simply to lighten their mood. Yet, the consequences of more Italian in that particular place promised to turn his day. Just as he was going to grab his glass to refresh himself, one of the team player's - a guy with shoulders twice as broad as Enzo's - turned him around, his face with a serious expression. A trivial thought about the man's handsome features briefly occurred to him, but it didn't seem the most urgent thought for that moment.
"What do you think you're doing?" this person asked bluntly.
Enzo raised his right eyebrow in incomprehension.
"What do you mean, man?" he asked, avoiding his usual "ragazzo" for guys; somehow, he felt it might get him in trouble.
"Don't pretend you weren't trying nothing with that waitress over there" he answered, seemingly more aggressive "Sylvia's a nice American girl, she doesn't want anything from skinny foreigners like you"
"What the hell?" Enzo thought. "I'm American, man, and I wasn't trying anything with anyone"
Tension had grown a bit, but things seemed like they would get into place; while that brief exchange of words occurred, some of the players had gotten up to calm their friend down and the waitress seemed to be going to intervene herself. Yet, at that precise second, an itch started forming around Enzo's left eye, starting from his face and ending just above his eyebrows: his power had activated, coloring that area with a sickly green. The man jumped back, alarmed, and he shouted "He's a mutant! He's going to attack me!"
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Gina slouched in her chair, continuing to read, eyes occasionally wandering up to check on the state of affairs within the small dining area of the cafe. The skinny guy with the accent sought out a relatively safe table in the corner, skirting the room with his gaze. Gina smiled marginally when the boy's gaze found its way to her, but she dropped her eyes from his, allowing for the apparent-human an opportunity to stare. There was no two-ways about her mutation-- the feet, the tail, the wings and the skin-- she was a gargoyle, and quite the spectacle to behold. Gina willingly returned her attention to her book, awkwardly toying with her lip and absently taking a sip of her frappuchino.
Fortunately enough, the waitress returned to him in decent time, with whatever beverage it was which he had ordered. Gina read quietly, almost completely unaware or the event that was unfolded. She tended to ignore matters between boys such as what now began to unfold. It wasn't until the skinny boy with the accent exclaimed that Gina's attention was snagged.
>> "What the hell? I'm American, man, and I wasn't trying anything with anyone!"
Gina looked up, arching her eyebrows. Apparently, something was unfolding between some of the jocks and the slender boy that had just entered into the cafe moments sooner. They jock growled out words, while the slender boy simply seemed confused by the animosity. She began to gather her things, packing her book and other such things into her bag. She didn't want to be around for a fight between a couple of testoseronal males, and she was quite finished with her frappuchino. The two boys went back and forth, until a single exclamation snagged Gina's attention.
>> "He's a mutant! He's going to attack me!"
She looked up, able to catch a glance of the boy's coloring flesh, and inclined her head. Ah, another mutant-- it's a pity he had to get approached by such a couple of idiots. Gina was, of course, compelled by the urge to take care of "her own" ("her own", being "her fellow mutant"), whether that meant attempting to intervene, or simply defending him.
"Hey, excuse me," Gina said sharply, nudging one of the boys that had risen to get a look at "the freak", "I'd like to get by." The boy turned and spied her, stepping back with a stupid, gaping look upon his face. Gina smiled, giving a sarcastic, "Thank you," and moved past.
Progress through the throng was slow, particularly for one as short as she, but she eventually made it to the two boys in question-- the skinny kid with an accent, and the jock who was all-muscles and no-brain. Gina then wedged herself between the two of them, lightly yet forcefully causing the boy to step back with a gentle push of her clawed hand. For safe-measure, the boy took a second step back, taking in her mutation in-full. He was easily a foot taller than herself, but the young gargoyle didn't seem too put-off.
"Oh, back off," she said simply, dropping her typical manners and formallities, "I'd be happy if he'd attack you, but I bet he wouldn't if you weren't being such an ass." She gave the boy a little smirk, flashing her teeth at him, "Now, go sit back down and mind your own business, before you do something stupid." She glanced back at the other boy, making note of the gradually-spreading color, and gave him a smug smile, before beginning to depart once more. Had this boy been anymore the wiser, this would have ended right then. However, he was a jock, and as the stereotype would have it, he was not using his head.
Posted by falsodeus on Jul 19, 2011 13:51:19 GMT -6
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What was it with the general IQ of the random people surrounding him? A few nights ago, a pair of gorilla-looking thugs (although, measuring their intellect, this might offend the gorilla population) had tried messing up with him for having a purple eye. Now, hell was breaking loose because some idiotic jock saw Enzo's facial area changing color and assumed he was readying some sort of mutant attack.
The truly fact disturbing about the unfolding events was how your normal day-by-day people inside an unremarkable coffee shop could turn into this seemingly aggressive crowd. It all seemed like a stupid situation to get into, and Enzo was seeing no way out of it. Fists clenching, more itching sensations around his body, occasionally revealing more new colors spreading like spilled ink through revealed flesh.
Just when the clash seemed imminent, a short figure broke the human wall formed around the two men. Because the space was tiny to the point of claustrophobia - everyone standing amidst tables and chairs, trying to gaze at the spectacle - Enzo did not immediately recognize this person. However, as she gently pushed him with a clawed hand, he was able to guess who she was by looking at the side of her head. "Another mutant female, what are my pheromones doing? he thought to himself; more, this girl seemed determined to end the fray just as Agnes had. It was a true deja vu.
"Now, go sit back down and mind your own business, before you do something stupid." she said to the dumbstruck fellow, whose eyebrows were as arched as they were trying to clench together, redoubling his similarities with a primate.
Things could've ended there; the girl turned her back to the situation, believing it disclosed. Enzo was still not fully aware of what had happened, a pretty smile sent to him as some sort of invitation to follow. Obviously, the jock - already high on testosterone and adrenaline - didn't feel like letting things go. After a swift horrified gaze at the girl's tale, his body bent forward, revealing the intention to move. Perhaps he had thought that the physical mutations on the girl were enough to justify any violence towards her? Perhaps he was just going to try and talk to her?
Enzo would not risk it though. Also driven by a series of emotions - his despise for idiotic jocks, fear for the girl, remnants of the fear he had felt - he moved forward. Someone shouted the jock's name, but it was too late: an Italian-raised fist connected with the left side of his face, the impact pushing it to the opposite direction. Indescribable pain shot through Enzo's knuckle bones.
"]You coward, going for a girl!" he shouted. The mistake had been clear, though. The passive crowd had it's own interpretation of what Enzo had done, and already some of the jock's friends - and the jock himself, half dazed - were raising their bodies with an aggressive stance, apparently bent on making the teenager pay for what had looked like a cowardly attack.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jul 19, 2011 18:27:20 GMT -6
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Gina couldn't help but to recall the shopping excursion that she and Agnes had shared a while back-- a jock with a wounded pride, taking a cheap shot at an innocent mutant girl. She couldn't help but feel sickly nostalgic, and a wave of dread washed over her. Her bruises had finally faded, and she wasn't too eager to gain some new ones. However, this time, there was someone to leap to her defense-- the skinny Italian boy charged forward, his bony fist connecting the jock's meaty face. Gina could only duck out of the way, her wings hugging close to her back. She stumbled momentarily before regaining her footing, whirling around. Her face was set in a scowl, and yet she was untouched.
>> "You coward, going for a girl!"
It was nice to see that chivalry was not yet dead, as the angry, skinny boy held up his fists and took on guys easily twice his size. Gina had been discouraged by her past two encounters with boys in letterman's jackets, yet she was glad to see that there were still some decent guys around. The other members of the sports team were rising up, charged with the promise of a fight, ready to gang up on the slender boy, whose skin was fluccuating in a nonsenscial surge of colors. Pretty, Gina caught herself thinking, in spite of herself. But dangerous? Boys didn't usually take too kindly to being called "pretty", but that was as far as Gina could go to describing the shifting colors.
The group was pressing in closer, and even Sylvia was retreating into the back room. Gina could have retreated now, if she had chosen to, but she was of course compelled to look out for the boy who'd just defended her. Just as the sports team began to close in upon them, a rather large man emerged from the back room into which Sylvia had just retreated. He was all-muscle and well over six-feet-tall. He had broad shoulders, and a pair of stern grey eyes set deep on a broad face. Thinning blond hair crowned his head, and he looked pissed.
"Everyone, OUT!" the man bellowed, "All of ye, get outta the cafe, NOW!"
"Aw, man," one of the jocks whined, "We ain't even got our drinks yet, man! That's no fair."
"Yeah, man," another jock whined.
"I don't care," the man bellowed, "No fighting in my cafe. You start a fight, you take it outside. All of ye, OUT, NOW!"
It didn't take much convincing. Gina was already on her way out, anyways, and she was not to excited about finding conflict. Anyone the wiser would have stayed in the cafe, which had just been declared a no-fight zone, but Gina didn't want to stay behind. She only hoped that nobody followed her out.
Posted by falsodeus on Jul 20, 2011 12:48:30 GMT -6
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Heart racing, fists clenched. There was an intense heat on his right knuckle, associated with a pulsating sensation. That was it for him, the jocks were bound to overwhelm him and if he was lucky he'd wake up in a hospital bed with God knows how many nasty different varieties of injuries. "I'm an all you can beat bouffet." This thought occurred to him, drawing a masochistic smirk on his face handsome multicolored face.
Focused as he was on his not so bright future - tense muscles, eyes cautiously observing his opponents - it took Enzo a few seconds to realize that there was a new strong voice shouting orders. It took him even longer to understand that these were not along the lines of "I'm gonna kill you, you stupid mutie." His heart rose to the bottom of his throat choking him with hope just as he understood that that was his chance to escape the raging jock mob. It must've been the waitress's doing, calling that man. Good girl.
"Dio,saved by the bell" the thought crossed his mind just as his feet followed the young mutant girl's lead past the now annoyed crowd. Dazed by this unexpected intervention, the people standing in their way was easily swept aside even before they realized what was happening. The entrance door teased him, promising release from that tight unfriendly space.
At last, they crossed the threshold, having to push past a bunch of curious people who had probably been trying to get a closer look at whatever it is that was causing such a ruckus. Enzo and the girl were once again embraced by the smothering heat, which seemed to mock their return with a "compared to that I'm not so bad, am I?"
Stopping seemed like a terrible idea though. Not only were the jocks bitting at their heels, but Enzo was a chameleonic beacon screaming for the attention of any color-sensible eye and had no idea how to stop doing it. At times his skin with flash a bright white that could hurt unaware eyes.
Of course since he had only a vague idea of where he was, he really couldn't lead.
"Where to, ragazza? Fast" through the corner of his eye, distinct agitation marked the approaching thugs, and he really didn't want to be close when they got outside. Odds where they had a lot more running resistence than the mutant duo, so the quicker they evaporated from eyesight, the better.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jul 20, 2011 15:51:42 GMT -6
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Gina was hit by a wall of heat as she burst out through the doorway, gagging against the humidity. She didn't expect that skinny, iridescent mutant kid to follow her out. If anything, she expected the boy to stick around and finish his soda, now under the protection of a pretty scary-looking man from the back room.
She walked quickly, but at her height, one could only walk so quickly. She cast a glance over her shoulder, and saw that not only was the skinny boy following her, but a few of the jocks were, too. Gina blanched, slowing enough for the boy to catch up with her, before picking up once again. By now, the boy looked like the Aurora Borealis personified, his skin shifting in luminosity and color.
>> "Where to, ragazza?" the boy inquired, keeping pace with her. He added on, "Fast."
Gina's mouth formed a hard line. Her intent had been taking off in flight, sitting it out on the roof of a building until they were long gone, and then hopping down and walking away casually-- after all, since the man who worked in the restaurant had dismissed them, Gina didn't really need to defend him anymore. But, since she'd been followed by him, this meant that they were still on the same team, whether she liked it or not.
Gina looked around anxiously, trying to think of a good place to take off to. She was so used to seeing streets from a bird's eye view, so now that she was at ground-level, she had to really rack her brain to recall where she was, specifically.
"Somewhere crowded," she said vaguely, "Yet public. No shops or stores, or anything like that." What she really wanted to say was, Somewhere up high, but she wasn't going to ditch her fellow mutant.
Posted by falsodeus on Jul 21, 2011 11:49:09 GMT -6
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Surprise, confusion, conflict. The girl's facial expressions caught him off-guard as they succeeded each other, exhibiting what could be clearly comprehended as plans left behind due to a new element on the equation: Enzo. However, the anxiety that followed was also clear - she would not simply abandon him to whatever it is awaited him - and his heart soothed a bit with what one could call selfish relief. He had thought about telling her to leave him if that was his intention, yet fear latched itself onto his heart, it's smothering embrace somehow stimulating the pulsating organ.
"Somewhere crowded, yet public. No shops or stores, or anything like that."
She was as lost as he was, that was clear. The clear sensation of selfishness infuriated him. He could've led the run, but he feared for her speed.
They were wasting time. He started to walk hurriedly, as if taking the head of the run. As he did so, he spoke with unexpected authority, thoughts darting with possibilities; she needn't depend on him, and was probably bound to slow him down. Yet, he could still use her help...
"You can fly, can't you ragazza?" the boy shouted over his shoulder "You needn't this trouble, but I ask you this: follow my trail from above, and if possible help me find some sort of secure shelter, somewhere, as you said, crowded. I am going to run. If you can, please, help me"
And with that, he started running, knowing she was perfectly safe with her abilities. He heard voices from behind him, and was unsure if he was being followed. A look over his head showed him jocks pointing at him. That was Enzo's cue, really. Sprinting, he took a left away from their sight over the first corner he could find, heads turning to look at this strange new colorful sight without quite understanding what they were gazing.
Voices behind him. Really, they were following? Had they nothing better to do on that blasted infernal day?
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They were both running, and getting nowhere fast-- the boy had longer strides, and thus was outrunning the girl with great ease. Gina huffed a little-- she was in good shape, but she was short and had to put in double the effort just to keep up with him. The boy glanced over his shoulder and shouted at her
>> "You can fly, can't you ragazza? You needn't this trouble, but I ask you this: follow my trail from above, and if possible help me find some sort of secure shelter, somewhere, as you said, crowded. I am going to run. If you can, please, help me"
Gina eyed her cohort skeptically, furrowing her brow. She didn't want to leave him behind. But Gina nodded and said, "Fine-- just don't get yourself all beaten up, okay?" As if her presence could prevent such a thing, but that was besides the point.
Gina spread her wings and, with a few steady wingbeats, she took to the air, climbing past storefronts, to the level of second-story windows, and to the third, stopping there. Daytime flight felt so peculiar-- particularly at such a low altitude, in amongst the buildings and skyscrapers. At least when she was higher up, she attracted less attention.
Gina kept her attention on the street, gaze wavering between upcoming obstacles, the throng of jocks, and the boy below. She had to find the refuge of which Enzo had spoken, a hiding spot, a crowd. And, somewhere where she'd be able to fly, too. Gina squinted her eyes, searching for somewhere good.
When she spied it-- a large patch of green against the uneven grey city-scape. It was a nicely sized park, and though it wasn't full of people, there were plenty of trees, bushes, and hills within which one could hide. It was about half of a city block away, too. Gina dipped lower, within earshot of the skinny, colorful kid.
"Hey!" Gina shouted. Since he could hear her, she was sure that the jocks could, too, "There's a park up there, follow my lead, okay?" She sailed to the other side of the street, to signify that the park was across the street from the skinny boy, and sailed at a liesurely pace so that she didn't slip out of view.
Posted by falsodeus on Jul 21, 2011 19:55:04 GMT -6
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When you run, there are many things you must keep in mind. First and foremost, breathing: it must be under control, and never be excessively fast. Second, concentration: if your mind becomes too obcessed with the pain shooting from your muscles, that pain will seemingly increase, exponencially shortening one's ability to endure that strenuous activity. Finally, one must understand that there are certain tempos to the body, key points when the muscles will complain from excessive exhaustion.
Enos, of course, knew nothing of this. He did exercise at home, but that was mostly for body maintenance, so he didn't really do anything that would increase his resistance. This explained why, even with fear pumping adrenaline into every section of his body, a part of him seemed ever closer to giving in. His legs hurt from each movement. His breath was choked out of his lungs as he gasped harder and harder for more. The heat seemed to redouble the demand for a little bit of that precious oxygen, and his colorful skin glistened with all the sweat cascading from various points of his body.
The jocks did not seem to be having most of these problems, of course. Although a few had decided Enos was not worth the trouble, reason slowly returning to their hot heads while they called for some of their friends, there was still a group of three that seemed a lot more prepared to handle all those harsh running conditions than the italian teenager.
"Dio, things aren't looking bright."
That's when the girl's voice came, somewhere over his head. To Enzo's ears she sounded just like a guardian angel powerfully announcing the demise of his foes. Or, at least, the means to leave them well behind him.
"There's a park up there, follow my lead, okay?"
It was as if she had breathed life onto him once more. His legs no longer complained painfully, rather they joyfully followed the mutant girl's seraphic presence. He did not even care to look back anymore, sure as he was of the imminent victory.
"And victory goes to the good ones!" a confident smirk was drawn into his full lips, just as he saw what lay ahead.
The park: bright green gates flashed in the horizon, contrasting deeply with the surrounding cement and gloom, promising shelter at last. Nearly trampling an old man, he entered the place at once, eyes trained on the girl and her lead to any hiding place.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jul 21, 2011 22:26:44 GMT -6
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Gina dipped glided at the level of the third-story windows of buildings, keeping track of where the colorful boy was. She saw that he was following, and occasionally glancing skyward, a grin upon his face. Don't get too excited, bro-- we still have to ditch those goons that are chasing us. Getting into the park was half of the battle, the other half was finding a hiding place, and ditching those chumps.
While the skinny boy had to veer towards the park's entrance, at which there was a break in the fencing, Gina cut corners, eyes sharply surveying the ground below her. There were not a lot of people out, as the heat had driven many indoors-- so, hiding yourself in a crowd was out of the question. There was, however, thick foliage down below, so perhaps they could quickly shimmy up a tree and take reffuge in the branches? Or simply duck behind a tree, even. Gina sank below the treeline gracefully, before coming to a halt, landing on the sidewalk.
Right as she landed and stood up straight, the skinny boy rounded the corner, looking winded yet relieved.
Gina gave him a smile-- she was making a game out of this, pretending as if she were a child again and playing hide-and-seek. Except, this time, if you were found, you got punched in the mouth, rather than being "it".
"Your best bet would probably be the trees," she said quickly, "I could keep flying and mislead them, and circle back once we've lost them well enough... how are your tree-climbing skills?"
Posted by falsodeus on Jul 22, 2011 14:09:47 GMT -6
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It seemed like that was one of those days when you have nothing better to do than try to mob a boy who punched you on the face. Enzo needed all the distracting thoughts he could, and, with the other girl's presence drawing close to the floor, mentally insulting the trio of goons seemed like the best way to help him survive that seemingly endless run.
She disappeared into a corner, which he expertly covered, seeing her on his level at last. His skin felt like an endless war zone of mosquito bites drenched in hot water, begging for him to tear it apart with as much scratching as he could. However, - since the victory promised by the park had not been attained yet - he did not stop his legs, nor did any of his nails come into contact with the colored skin.
Still, it was an enormous relief, to gaze upon that girl who not only had helped him inside the coffee, but also decided he was worth the trouble of flying around like a lunatic in search of a hideout she did not quite need.
"Your best bet would probably be the trees. I could keep flying and mislead them, and circle back once we've lost them well enough... how are your tree-climbing skills?" she asked. He nodded, not yet ready to waste any of his hair on words.
Time demanded he find some.
"I don't..." he gasped "I don't think I'm in any...condition to do...it" he paused just a bit, gasped - nearly choking on hair - feeling his muscles relaxing. That was really not what they should be doing! Nervous, he proceeded speaking in a bit of a frenzy "Your idea is good.. If you distract them, I'm sure any of the bushes around here are high enough for me to find cover. It's been a while, their bound to give up." he nodded again, tensing his tired muscles "Thank you for the help."
A wink from his eye and he was off to find some coverage. He did not see her lift off, yet there was a sound that hinted she had done so. He sprinted, feeling twice as tired as he was when he had been running. Stopping had not been the best option, of course: each muscle believed they had finished their job, cooling down and relaxing after that intense activity. Not, it was like trying to work an engine without any oil to smoothen the activity.
And yet, it felt like a game. Terror had been replaced by some childish sense of victory and opportunity to just joke around. It felt like those stories you would tell your friends and family for years to come "...and then I punched the dude in the face, and of course that was not a good idea..."
He tried to be as subtle as possible. There were people around, their attention divided by the running colorful male and the winged female flying around the park like some sort of heavenly herald. Enzo found a nice niche, scaring some kitties away as he hid behind it. The foliage was thick, requiring him to look around it in order to see what was happening. He decided his head popping from some random location was not a good idea.
His body dropped onto the grassy floor as if death had taken hold. He was a huge heart, beating acceleratingly, feeling the blood running free inside his many crevices. Slowly, lungs began sighing with full relief, resuming their activity. And every muscle - from the neck to the legs - melted with a relaxed crescendo. A chuckle formed itself on his chest, demanding release. Instead of voicing it, however, the Italy-raised teenager let out a stifled snort.
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Gina's shoulders sank a little when he said he was in no condition to climb trees, but quickly answered that her idea was good, that he'd hide in the bushes and wait it out. He then thanked Gina for her help.
"Hey, I live for the excitement," Gina said, answering his wink with a cheeky grin. Wasting no time, she took off, jogging a bit before taking to the air. She had to make good distance, so that she would be within the range of vision, yet far enough away so that their pursuers wouldn't be able to see that her newfound friend wasn't actually with her. Gina went against her typical flight pattern, going miles out of her comfort-zone into an area more densely populated by humans. Looking back, she could see that the jocks had entered the park and making their way past the skinny boy's true hiding place.
Gina caught a thermal, gliding towards a pond, near which a park and a smattering of people were. The heat hadn't deterred them from enjoying the park, which meant it would be a good place to pretend and have the skinny boy "hide". She dipped lower, slowing her pace, and she could hear the shouts of the boys on the dead, thick air. Gina dipped closer to the playground, coming to land on the thick, plastic spire of one of the playgrounds' many "towers". Gina hunkered down and dipped low, clamping her wings tightly to her back and only allowing the upper part of her head be visible. They were closing in quickly. As an after-thought, she also hugged her tail around her legs, biting her lip.
The trio of goons zeroed-in on the walkway, having seen that little demon disappear in this direction only moments earlier.
"Where the Hell did those two freaks go--?!" one of the boys demanded, practically spitting the word freaks out of his mouth. While the first boy was still livid, the two that accompanied him looked as though they were close to passing out.
"Bro, we lost them," a second observed.
"Yeah, man, we chased them far, can't we, you know, go back and chill? I'm totally bushed," the third commented, earning an agreement from the second.
There was continued debate, but as it was two against one, the boys simply surrendered and began following the path-- slowly-- back out of the park. Gina glanced towards the ground, noticing that a handful of children, and maybe a mother or two, were openly watching the girl on the roof of the play structure now. She smiled, dropped to the ground, and excused herself with the simple quip of, "Hide and Seek's my favorite game, they're just sad that they lost."
This earned nervous smiles from parents and chattering agreements from children as Gina left the playground, and hesitantly made her way back towards where she had ditched the skinny boy.
Posted by falsodeus on Jul 24, 2011 16:47:35 GMT -6
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Running for so long and suddenly stopping without any scrape of a clue as to how the rest of the world was doing temporarily dazed Enzo's sense of time. He had nervously played with the grass, occasionally trying to peep through the dense bushes without much success. Such boredom started calling his attention towards the right knuckle, which prickled angrily. Dry blood marked the three bones that had connected with the jock's face. It didn't look the least bit serious, though; probably with a day or two the scaring would eliminate most clues on what had happened.
"Andre's gonna mock me for this" a casual thought concerning his brother. It didn't have much to develop from there, though, so he was left alone once more, in the heat, occasionally hearing voices.
Surely it had been long enough for the girl to get rid of those goons.
A sense of cool pervaded throughout long masses of skin. The sensation was unique: seldom are we aware of more than a few sections of our body. Suddenly finding out the connections of long areas of his dermal surface provided a curious sense of proportion, the idea of having been stretched. That feeling was disappearing now, reacting to his body's relaxation. No longer did long streaks of bright purple shine right next to gloomy shades of green and blues. The chameleonic game - comparable to those screens with various light interactions on concerts - was fading.
Enzo changed into a crouching position. Carefully taking sidesteps, he moved onto the edge of the bush, allowing just enough of his head to be seen so as to take a peep with his right eye.
The horizon was featureless, of course. No flying girls or chasing jocks were visible.
Tired of all that cautious waiting - like a child playing hide and seek, uncertain of the seeker's position . he slowly left the hiding area. If anyone had seen him, they would have probably been astounded by such an odd behavior, probably deeming it downright ridiculous. Not that any such judgment mattered to Enzo anyway.
He saw nothing worrying about the park. Lips slowly curving into a cheeky smile, the half Italian, half American boy started trotting into open ground, occasionally darting with his eyes to make sure he wouldn't be surprised, as well as checking for his savior.
"Ah, over there" he mumbled to no one in particular.
Because there were still hints of color about his skin, here and there people would gaze at him with curiosity or shock. His eyes were trained upon the girl, though, and he swiftly made his way to her side.
His first intention was to greet her with a kiss in the cheek, actually starting a movement with his body. Yet, with what would've seen like a jerk, he shook that idea of his head, quickly compensating any possible embarrassment with a happy salutation "It's really good to see you, miss, you were like a guardian angel there! Thanks for the help with this really strange situation, I do think it was the first time I was hunted down by jocks."
He extended his hand like he would've when meeting a boy "Name's Enzo!"