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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If it were worth a damn, he would turn to watch her go as she wandered off down the hallway, but such a sentimental movement was a waste or time for more reason that one. He had other things to get to, and he couldn't even f#$%king see, for a a start. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that the girl was gonna go and get herself into trouble.
Then again, he was pretty damned sure he was headed into something similar; without her guidance, he would have a hard time getting around.
No sense worrying about such things now, though; he had someone to kill.
The dark figure turned to the door down the hallway, and took his first step. The sound of a door opening down the hall behind him froze him in his tracks.
"-I dunno, I got a list of chicks lined up... Heh... get it? Lined up? Cause that's how we march em... heh... lined up... I'm a funny mother-"
"Shut yo mouth! Something ain't right here."
Great... the other two had opted to take a walk, and one of them wasn't an idiot? No time to give them time to think... A mental check of how much energy he had stored told him... just about enough. His hand grasped his new tool of death dealing and pulled it back, flinging it with all of his might, and energy.
"Oh shi-"CRACK! The sliver of metal smacked into the man's rib cage like a freight train, and sent him into his companion, who had already been pulling his rifle up, though... it was too late, though, as his dead friend fell on top of him, and he quickly rushed forward as fast as he could hobble to pound the downed man's face in as quickly as possible. The tense moment left his heart beating rapidly.
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Meanwhile, Clive had finished assembling his gun, and was interrupted from the moment that he actually considered somewhat spiritual by a loud crack... He remained calm, sitting there for a moment, and then slowly pulled out a pack of cigarettes... four left. He popped one into his mouth, lit it, loaded a magazine, and pulled back the slide of his rifle... Locked and loaded.
A call came into the radio in front of him. "We have a guest, Clive... some stupid broad who prolly came to try and kill the boss... The other squads out there ain't reporting in."
He stared at the radio for a moment. "Clive... shit, she kill him too?"
A calm hand grasped the radio, and lifted it slowly. "She's not alone, you idiot... From now on, maintain radio silence. I'll be there shortly. And for god's sake, pull out some hostages. We may need some human shields."
He took a long drag, and then stood, very calmly strolling into the hallway, and spraying into it without aiming at anything in particular.
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The Judge's heartbeat definitely sped up even more; he found himself diving off to the side and covering as a hail of bullets rushed his way... By the time they stopped, and he got up to kill the man who fired them... The hallway was empty.
A clever enemy? The man had just laid down cover fire to aid his escape... Normal raiders and punks weren't that smart; it bothered him...
It looked like they'd accounted for all of the people Megan had spotted around the perimeter... That meant heading into the inner area... Blind...
This would be a challenge... Where was that damned woman? He'd told her to locate the hostages, right?
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Good news! The spoken of devil would awake unbound, completely unharmed other than the bump on her head. What a blessing, right?
Okay, Bad news... She would be dressed in frilly lingerie, and he definitely hadn't put it on herself. Unsettling, right?
More good news, though! There was more good news! She would be in a very, very comfy bed, and there was definitely mood lighting... Nice mood lighting. Candles and whatnot!
Well... Being honest, there was more bad news. There was a man sitting on a chair very near, decked out in raider garb, slowly taking off his army boots as he ashed and put out his cigarette.
"You're up... Good. I was just getting ready." The man took off his last boot, and stood slowly, showing off an impressive height, and impressive build, and a scary glint in the eye.
"Here's how this work... You fight... You fight as if your life depends on it... I slowly deprive you of hope and control... I dominate you... and then he real fun begins... How about we get started?"
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He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised that his associate had been competent enough to step in and give him a hand... Actually, he would take that thought back... She'd seemed rather soft at the camp, but some of that grit from an earlier life seemed to be returning... It was a shame, but that whole camp of people had been fooling themselves in thinking they could allow themselves to be soft...
Still, there was the possibility that she was just angry... She knew the kid that died, and he imagined what these men were trying to do to the her and the other girl enraged her just as much as it did him... that reminded him. His eyes shifted to the girl, who clutched a torn shirt to her chest with one hand while squealing and presumably trying to wipe something from her face... Oh yeah... he had felt some droplets fly their way... perfectly round...
She paused in her screaming for a moment, her face pointed his way... Had she noticed him looking. Her head slowly shook and she started scrambling further away, screaming once again.
She was afraid of him... Fair enough.
"They'll think nothing of her screaming... nothing that wasn't already going to happen, anyway." Such a heartless statement... True, though... Atta girl.
"Next room... And then the two with the rifles... We have to move quickly." He paused to wipe his new blade off on one of the fallen bodies, and started walking.
A few rooms over, a man chuckled, putting a beer to his lips. "Aww man... They're gettin busy with her alright... Think we'll get a turn next?"
Another one, cleaning his gun, looked up for a moment, and back down to the disassembled weapon before him. "Begging for scraps... What a punk... You should think about cleaning your weapon, and practicing your aim. Not useless s#%# like that."
The first one sighed, and leaned forward in his hair, which he'd been tipping backward. "Clive, why you always gotta bust my balls, huh? I killed at least... what... five people in that last raid?"
"Four... shooting people lying in hospital beds doesn't count... And I "bust your balls" Because you're a stupid little prick... Ain't worth the bullets you shoot, and sure as s**t ain't worth the one someone will put into you sooner or later to shut your mouth for good. Now... Go check on the hostages... And find Collin... I sent the little bastard out to get the beers... still isn't back yet..."
The man rubbed his forehead for a moment and stood slowly. "You're a real D@$@head... Always actin like you're in charge cause you and the boss are tight... Better watch yourself... I'll get tired of it one of these days." He turned away from Clive, and walked out the room, pausing as the older man spoke.
"You can try one of these days, or right now, but i'll always be smarter, quicker, and just simply better than you... F%*kin punk..." He muttered the last part, and slowly started assembling the rifle in front of him.
After exiting the room ,the younger man started talking loudly to himself. "Punk? Me? That son of a b*#%@... I'll show him... Next raid ima fill him so fulla... Whose th-"WHIP-crack....
The man tried to turn, towards the sound he heard nearing him, but he was too slow, too buzzed... All it took was a grab of the back of the hair with one hand and a poke to the neck, with a good bit of gathered force into it, and death was instant and not exactly pretty...
The Judge looked back to Megan, and then to the door the young man had walked out of... "I'll take care of that... you find the hostages..." He let go of the hair still grasped in his hand, and let the dead body fall to the ground.
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They'd tracked her down... It'd taken some time, but CS's contacts had pulled through; she was sighted recently in one of the shadier warehouse districts, though there was no hint of what she might be up to, or where exactly she was... Even so, they'd opted to start the search sooner rather than, and see if they could spot her using old fashioned footwork.
"So... what... If she doesn't agree to come with us willingly... We disable her and take her right to jail, or what? She's got some powerful friends... something like that might end up getting a lot of people killed." Was he probing a little bit? Yes. He was feeling better about the situation than he did this morning, so his voice had lost the confrontational edge it had earlier. Wait, he didn't know about her friends... "Least that's the word on the streets." Flashes of his battle with the big red guys popped into his head... they were a nightmare; something unnatural in his opinion... they could easily break into a jail. Hell, Fort Knox would be a cakewalk for that kind of strength.
He didn't see arresting Aura as an option... that left few... Talk to her... Sort it out, like CS said... or neutralize her. Maybe there were more, but he couldn't think of them now.
Saphirus had opted to drive while CS got his contacts together. The former homeless man was... a unique driver. He wasn't bad, mind you... not by a long shot... but did he follow every rule of the road? That shot was a little longer. He got them to their destination rather quickly, though! That was good, right?
They were pulling into the area as he finished his sentence, and the place had the feel that he figured it would when he found out Aura hung out here... It was a dirty place... he'd hate to be here in the dark, but the place seemed to have a dark air about it even in the day; like it was a haven for those things an upright society would shun. His eyes slowly drifted from the nearest warehouse to Sam. "Gotta give it to her, she's got great taste in hang outs... Love the view..." He motioned toward an overflowing dumpster with a scantly clad working lady standing outside of it with a black eye and a cigarette.
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He had a perfectly good reason as to why he was a little late.
He was blind, was operating almost completely on a sense that had just gotten him slightly below par in the 'finding my way around' department, and on the way... he'd found a toy.
His sense caught onto something sharp as he snuck through a room... It turned out to be a paper cutter... He hadn't been able to find his hammer, so... Well... It would do for now, right? He silently removed it, and had to admit just holding the blade made him feel brutal, even if it wasn't really mean to cut people... Besides, he recalled seeing them being rather effective in a movie or two, and the shock value could be invaluable...
As he entered approached the room to sense two women on the ground, and something that he swore resembled a set of legs flying through the air... wait... pants... yeah, he came to the conclusion that he probably needed to hurry. The first girl, still cowering, watched as the door behind the men slowly opened, and revealed a dark figure with a horrifying blade in his hand. All she could do was stare in shock as the figure, a harbinger of death, approached the three men.
One of the men, the one in the middle, spoke up in a sinister tone. "Ohh... you're both pretty, huh? I gotta let you know... I'm not gonna be gentle."
The third man in the line laughed and shook his head, looking to his friend. "Heh... you're really sick, man... Lemme go fir-" His speech froze at the dark figure reached it's destination, and he caught the swing out of the corner of his eye...
The blade was thick; it's wielder was strong... even so, it only went cleanly through the neck of the first man, and stuck itself into the man in the middle... That was unexpected, and it left the judge helpless to the third man, his mouth still open from speaking...
Fortunately, the shock factor had taken hold even better than he'd thought... The man's mouth flapped uselessly for a second as he tried to decipher was had just happened in front of him... It took him a full second to gather the presence of mind to grab his gun and fumble with it to level it at the Judge.
It would have been enough time to dispatch him easily... but he realized a little too late that his blade was just a little bit stuck...
He stood a distance from her drawing, his head twitching to observe the details as she drew them, using the difference between his head's movement and the stillness of the ground to get a somewhat fuzzy, but accurate enough picture of the 3-d image she was creating....
He thought he recognized the basic lay-out from his first trip into the compound, and while the diagram wasn't even close to perfect, he could still make out which rooms she was talking about... He was pleasantly surprised by the level of detail she was able to summon up; it was good to know that some of the men had rifles. He would have to approach them last... The other group of two was closer to them, so they would have to go out after the group of three... That left the issue of taking out three armed men without making enough sound to alert the other four raiders... That would be tricky.
"...I really suck with a knife, I know... but i'm pretty fast... I could run as a distraction if you need me too, to keep them off of your back while you work."
He paused for a moment. "No... running out haphazardly will get you killed..." His head twitched again to feel out the diagram once more as she deposited the spider on him, which drew a slow nod from him. "I have an idea, though... for that group of three..."
He'd run into another one of them by chance on the way back to the meeting spot... It wasn't an expected encounter; the man had run out to get a beer he'd left out to chill, and had practically collided with the armored man.
"N- no.... No F*$^kin way, man." He said as he stared at the figure that had to be familiar... It didn't matter, though... the Judge silenced the raider quickly, and permanently, hid the body and moved on. When he got to the spot, he actually did have some one collide with him.
"Where were you going?"
The woman was livid... she said something about someone killing someone... He looked up for a moment... and then frowned. The child wasn't wailing anymore... "You're staying here... Let me know which one he is... Put a spider on me, me it give me a sign when I'm near him... we'll punish him last... For now, you have to focus... Are there any more strays... anyone I can thin out before we engage the group?"
They called him Milwaukee... why? Cause he was F$^kin from Milwaukee, and he could drink with the best of them. He'd really only been with this group for a week or so, and he'd already scored himself some tail. He was liking this outfit for sure.
What he didn't like was that they didn't maintain the crappers... Apparently there weren't any plumbers left; maybe they were off saving princesses or some s@#%.... "Heh... Princesses... Gotta find me one of those..." He drunkenly muttered as he opened the door, and walked out into the hallway, where he was planning on making a deposit. On his way he tripped on a can laying about, and cursed loudly.
"Mil, you alright out there?" A voice called.
"Ahh, godddamit, can't a guy crap in peace?! Mind your own business, Chuck!" Chuck... little punk... too soft for a real man's outfit... Most of these little B#%$@s were... Yeap... if he stuck to his guns, maybe wasted a few of the ballsier ones while no one was looking, he'd be running this place in a week.
"Okay, okay... jees man..." Chuck wandered off to do his own thing... Milwaukee was alone.
THUMP!
"F$&$%in hell, Chuck, I told you to leave me alo-"CRASH!
Milwaukee's head was now in a wall, his body slumped in a slightly comical wall ostrich position... Slightly comical with the exception of the fact that Mil was very much dead.
The Judge stared at him for a moment... his first sentencing after the end of the world... What a mess.
He turned and headed for his next victim.
"Hey... Mil... I know I wasn't s'posed to bother you but-GHAUUK" Chuck suddenly wasn't very talkative... He soon joined Mil in the wall. That was two down with very little struggle... He would have to go back to the spider queen for a status update... He propped a chair against the hallway door to slow anyone getting out; it was an obscure part of the building anyway... by the time anyone found the dead couple, it would be too late.
Slowly, a voice echoed from the darkness before her. "Wait here a moment... Don't move."
The dark hallway of the mansion sub-level would go silent for a moment, and then in what would surely be another room, shuffling would be heard... and then that distinctive sound of pants unzipping, and trow dropping. He wondered for just a moment how the poor girl must be feeling about now... Heck, the situation actually might be funny, not being what it may seem to her, where anything funny anymore.
There was no reason to laugh, though... There hadn't been for a while, and anyone who did laugh was lying to themselves. That, or they were a nervous wreck, like spider girl waiting in the hallway. Too much was bad in the world... The innocent were outnumbered by the guilty.
That was why he had promised never to do this...
Footsteps would approach the dark haired girl, standing alone in the blackest of black hallways... They took turns, one being heavy, one light, until they finally met her...
"You're a damned fool, you know... following a man you don't know into a dark hole in an abandoned area... Especially in these times."
The footsteps then continued past her, until their maker was revealed in the low-light offered by the hole in the ceiling. The Judge stood before her, in almost pristine uniform... A year ago he'd decided that the judge couldn't exist in this world... He'd told himself that it wasn't the fault of the people, but the circumstances that lead them to their crimes, so he couldn't punish them for the crimes of the time.
It was a lie, though... A bad person was a bad person, and as long as they existed they would prey on the helpless. What he'd seen today had proven it...
"You should be more careful... Let's go."
The Judge was back... And in this world... no one was innocent.
She'd heard him the first time, right? She was distracted... Apparently she had more memories here than he'd thought... He'd just caught her on the security feed a few times gallivanting around with... oh... He wondered how far away the young knight's grave was... Which one was his...
So many had died that day... the day he made that ignorant promise to himself... The one he was about to break. He must have known he would do it, too; why else would he mark the location of this forgotten place?
He felt her moving around in what appeared to be some overgrowth... the multitude of small moving structures made it tough to... well... could you call it seeing? It was too much for his adapting sense. When she reached out for him, he instinctively pulled away slowly, just out of reach. "I... should be fine if you just stay close and lead the way..."
A short trip later they were at the marker atop a small mound... Deliberate hands dug down into the dirt slowly, and grasped a handle tightly...
With a groan of effort mixed with pain, a small emergency access hatch creaked open... he wondered if she knew where it led... Milky eyes looked up to her for a moment, and he stated bluntly. "Take the ladder... Don't jump." He then proceeded to jump into the hole. Apparently he wasn't going to take his own advice.
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Chaos was the word of the day;.
Breaching the first door had been just as easy as he planned, but as any battle wizened person knew, even the best plans fell apart a minute into conflict. He'd jumped down with Kait in tow once more, and smacked into the front door like a freight train, leaving almost nothing of the man standing just inside of it, and deposited his precious cargo behind him. That, and heading toward the back had been the easy part; it all went according to the plan... finding a two inch thick magnetically sealed steel door in between them and the back room was definitely not in the plan
Where the hell does someone buy something like that? Maybe there was an evil D#$%%bag store somewhere... "Take care of it, Jury... and then get behind me when you're done... they'll start firing as soon as you blow the door."
He turned to see a man with an uzi coming out of one of the wide doors; the man didn't get a shot off before the Judge pulled what looked like a sharpened 'J' from an arm belt, and lodged it into the man's forehead with an energy assisted throw. He was lucky he'd felt the man running up... He reminded himself that above all he had to keep his inexperienced partner in an alive state if he wanted her to live long enough to train properly... Also, he didn't want her death on his hands... God new they were soaked in enough blood as is.
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She'd guided him well... He wasn't surprised; she knew this area. He knew she knew the area, though she didn't know he knew she knew it... (Note:That made my head hurt)
He seemed to grow more apprehensive and silent as they neared their destination... He was breaking a promise to himself, coming here. That wasn't important now, though. Saving those helpless people who were foolish enough to think that they could live in peace... that was important.
They were low on time. "The remains of the mansion... how close are we?" His eyes wandered about, but he couldn't make out anything with them; instead opting to jerk his head about in order to sense the movement around him in relation to his body. It might look a little odd.
He paused after a moment as he caught sight of a familiar form... the crumpled gates of the Xavier institute... It had survived the shockwave, oddly enough... it was the people who'd torn it down.
"You have to help me... find a yellow driveway marker sticking out of the ground... where the garden used to be... far east side..."
His fists clenched when he heard her laugh. Nervous laughter... great, she was a wreck. He was damned sure that there were lots of people who were just as unprepared for this as she was outside. That's what happened when you tried to live peacefully in a world as filled with hate and desperation as this one. It left you alone just long enough to grow complacent, and then tore you apart as soon as you thought you were safe. The sound of automatic weapons and screams echoed into the tent, and a burnt hand reached up to grab the girl's shoulder.
"You have two options... you can go out there, and die for nothing... the kids will get sold off, so will the women, and there will be no hope for them... or you can come with me through the back of the tent, and we can save them later... after you help me with something... It may not seem like it, but I can fix this... I can save them. I just need some things in order to do it." Another bullet zipped through the tent, and a dark shade of paint stopped some of the light from shining through... He wondered how far they were from his stash... the raiders would probably be done here by the time he got to it, but he was sure they could track them.
"Those spiders you always have crawling around... can you tell them to keep an eye on what's going on here?" He wondered just how surprised she would be that he knew about her spiders, but it was just a fleeting thought; they had much more important things to think about than his one man play titled 'Helpless.' The man gave her shoulder a tug, and then turned and started walking toward the back of the tent, grabbing a scalpel from one of the surgical desks on the way. The way he walked, it was painfully clear he wasn't as impeded as the rest of the camp had thought, but he was still a little slow and careful about it; like he was moving in low light, and afraid to bump into things. A loud scream very near the tent told him the raiders were past the front gate, and getting into the heart of the compound. They still had time to escape if they left now... but only just enough.
The unnamed man knew what was happening even before the girl did... The shots became more frequent. Closer... He could feel them; slight taps off in the distance, peeking over the din of the camp outside, and then slamming into soft pillows. He felt one stray as it smacked through the tent, and hit a metal tray. His hand moved like a blur, catching the shrapnel before it hit him in the face. By instinct alone he aimed his head at her and opened his eyes, seeing a fuzzy image; a blob of a man falling, and the girl as well...
Good, she hadn't noticed his catching of the bullet. The former super hero picked the remains of the bullet from his hand, and slowly stood, walking toward his would-be nurse... The man, now very much dead, had been telling her to help fight and withdraw the children... his senses told him they were surrounded... there was no way they would get out alive with all of the camp's children. She scrambled toward the medical supplies after picking up the gun, he stood watching her from his spot in the middle of the room. Bullets were zipping about outside, and panicked people were running. "They'll try to sell the women children as slaves... They'll kill everyone else. We need to leave."
He seriously hoped she didn't plan to try and fight the invaders off... he could tell from the gunshots alone that there were quite a few of them; more than she could fight off... More than he could fight off alone... at least... without some assistance. "We can come back for them... but if you don't want to die, you need to come with me. Do you hear me?"
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His food was about ready... Soggy, warm, and soft... He took a few slow bites of his bread. It really wasn't bad today; he would have to sneak more of it later... maybe tell the other nurse he didn't get a meal. The late shift was a little slow, after all. Another few bites slowly silenced his complaining stomach, and he took a break from eating, opting to let the rest of the bread soak a bit longer.
Her comment about his wincing almost drew out a snarl, but he held it back... no use snapping at her again. "I'll be here forever, then... some wounds never stop hurting."
He returned to his meal, frustrated and grumpy as always. As he ate, he noticed her movements; a little wobble, a hand placed on the head...
Head ache, perhaps? He debated inwardly on whether or not to bring it up. His eyes had been closed the whole time, though... he found it more comforting to keep them shut; at least then he wouldn't be reminded of their worthlessness.
"Next time I'll make sure to tell the cook to add less ass. Maybe that will make it taste better."
It pained him greatly that the statement didn't draw a chuckle from him... Years, or even months ago it would have... but... he just couldn't laugh anymore. He wondered if he ever smiled, either... he couldn't remember off the top of his head.
The distant pop of a gun going off, pleasantly enough on the side of his good ear, broke him from his thoughts... The hunters, perhaps? They usually didn't find food so close...
"What was that?" He asked, putting on his helpless blind man act. He had to keep it up, after all... where else could he stew in his own self hatred and confusion without people making him work?
He'd been working out again... The head nurse, a chubby, shrew of a woman, had given him an ear full... He ignored here, and kept to his push ups. He felt a bead of sweat form on his brow, and he felt it fall to the ground, its perfectly spherical form smashing into the ground...
Most people didn't know that water droplets were round... or spherical he supposed... He did. He could feel them.
He could also feel the pudgy woman charging out, her face in a wrinkle of frustration. He almost felt like chuckling... almost. A familiar form entered as the other left. He finished his last push up, and settled into a sitting position on his cot.
The smell of food made his mouth water, though he didn't show it. "Who's that?" He grumbled... He still hadn't told anyone he could see them. He really hadn't said much of anything... As the woman got comfortable with her book, he nodded dismissively. "Oh, it's you." He slowly picked up the bread, and dipped it into the soup... he would leave it there to cool, and soak... it made it easier to eat, what with the burns and all.
"It's never been good. All tastes the same... Like crap."
He grumbled, and laid back to relax, wincing as his chest complained.
