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.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
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"Three adoptive brothers," Gina confirmed, bobbing her head, as she held up three fingers and counted them off, "Max, Jem, and Dante-- except, well, Dante is really the only one who can really belch... Max and Jem, not so much..." Gina didn't realize that she was rambling. She added on, with a note of pride, "I belch better then those two combined."
Gina really was shameless, in that respect. She broke out of her momentary reminscience, glancing towards Locke. he was staring at his chest, looking mildly embarrassed, or perhaps bothered. What, didn't he think girls burped, too? Or was that some un-girl-like thing that only boys could do?
"Locke?" she tried experimentally, taking a casual swig of her soda, "Locke, calm down-- it was just a burp. It wasn't even a 5-out-of-10 on my brothers' scale." Gina smiled reassuringly. Boy, this boy was shy, and easily-embarrassed.
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>> “Gosh, Gina, you make it sound like you’re a pimp-- I suppose I’ll have to pick you up a nice big hat and platform shoes now?"
Gina let out an uncontained giggle. Had she really sounded like a pimp? Perhaps-- but the notion was simply ridiculous. Gina pushed Agnes lightly, as if to say, "Get out of here", but not so much that her sister lost her balance.
"Oh, no, no, no," Gina sighed theatrically, "Essentials, first-- I need a nice little pimp cane and a purple suit, first-- pimps normally go for suede, right? Oh, and one of those cars... you know, those pimp cars!" She couldn't quite recall what a pimp car was, but Gina was relatively certain that pimps didn't drive Honda Civics...
Agnes leaned forward as she surveyed the job thus far. She didn't look mortified, nor totally confused-- success, Gina foresaw, before Agnes even commented on it.
>> “I love it. You are a wirzardess with make-up!”
"Gracias, señorita," Gina sang, smiling, "I still have eyeliner and mascara, but I'm glad you like it so far... then, the rest of your face!" Gina set her tray of eye shadow down, and hands roving absently over the counter, she skimmed through the scattered make-up until she found what she was seeking. Gina plucked a single item off of the counter, which looked like a little black pencil.
"Eyeliner," she explained shortly, holding the pencil out for surveillance, "Exactly what it sounds like-- I'm going to have you close your eyes, first, so I can do your upper lids... then open them and look up, so I can do the lower-- got it? 'kay, close 'em."
Gina smiled and came closer once again, ready to put the eyeliner on. The upper lids were easy, because Agnes had to close her eyes, just as before-- upper eyelids were old news. Gina traced along her eyelashes carefully, before stepping back. Now, came the lower eyelashes.
"'kay, now open your eyes, and look towards the ceiling, but with your eyes alone," Gina instructed patiently. It had to be intimidating to have someone essentially drawing on your eyelid with a pencil so, as an after-thought, she added on, "Try not to flinch, okay?"
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 30, 2011 10:07:55 GMT -6
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Locke gave a few more coughs, and a brief "Good now". This announcement was punctuated by a loud belch, a timid "s'cuse me," and Locke sinking into the couch.
"You're excused," Gina chuckled, flopping back onto her perch on the arm of the couch. Noting Locke's embarrassment about the burp, she assured him, "It's okay, Locke, I'm used to it-- I've got three adoptive brothers."
Locke assured Gina that he had been okay, because he was still coughing, and Gina only nodded and sipped her soda. It was true, a lot of people tended to choke if Gina walked by while they were eating. It was reflexive to want to scurry over and perform the Heimlich maneuver, but Gina didn't bother mentioning that.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 30, 2011 9:48:34 GMT -6
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Gina picked up a small makeup brush and leaned in close, breath mingling with Agnes's. It was weird putting makeup on someone else. Gina had only ever done up her own face, and once (on a dare) her next-eldest brother. This was what she was missing out on, with no woman other than her foster-mother.
>> "Maybe when I become rich and famous I’ll hire you as my make-up, slave, err, I mean, assistant..."
"You wouldn't be able to afford me," Gina chuckled, applying a thin film of eye base to Agnes's eyelids. That being done, she set the base aside, and picked up a tray of an iridescent assortment of eyeshadow, "Next comes the eyeshadow... It colors your eyelids and makes your eyes stand out... Since you have green eyes, I'll probably go for a purple or a brown"
Whether or not Agnes opened her eyes was up to her, but Gina gave the perfunctory, "All right, close your eyes," before starting once again. She opted for the browns, since they were more natural-looking, and began with the lightest shade (only slightly darker than Agnes's skintone first). She spread this tone across almost the entire surface of Agnes' eyelids.
>> "I still can’t believe you got someone to go out with me, Gina. If I found out you paid someone off, you’re so going to get it-- S-Sorry, I..didn’t mean that. I’m just…my head’s everywhere right now…"
"I admit, it was difficult to find a girl, since normally this kind of thing is so hush-hush," Gina murmured. Even in a mutant-school, it wasn't something that was really spoken of, "I just had to ask the right people," she chuckled at the threat, "No worries, I didn't pay her... if anything, I should be the one getting paid."
The girl was far too shy to ask Agnes on her own, but Gina didn't say that. She left her clue as vague as possible, so vague that even Agnes may have missed it. Gina went on to a medium-tan, applying it to the center of Agnes' eyes, before she took her thumb and lightly smeared the color outward. It was like being an artist, and painting a masterpiece.
Finally, Gina took up the darkest shade of eyeshadow, and dabbled it along Agnes's lashlines, until it hit the outer eye socket, at which point, Gina made a check-mark shape. The eyeshadow was complete-- two-thirds of the eye makeup battle had been fought.
"Want to see what I've done to your eyes so far?" Gina inquired, setting the palette of eyeshadow down.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 29, 2011 13:41:51 GMT -6
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Gina nodded. Yes, he had just done it again-- she shrugged as Locke corrected her, did a mental eyeroll. He got the picture, so who cared if she had messed the saying up?
"No, it's cool," she assured him. She sipped her soda quietly, humming to herself. Locke took a bite of his pizza, seemed to have something to say, and tried to speak before choking on his bite.
"Whoa, easy there-" Gina gasped, sitting upright fast, "-Locke, buddy, are you okay? Not choking, are you?" She was already on her feet, and the can was set aside, if he was.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 28, 2011 11:28:27 GMT -6
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Agnes laughed, either at the "lady of the night" or the "raccoon" cooment. Gina smiled, and in a light, jokingly defnesive tone, she said, "Just look at how some girls do their makeup! You'll see what I mean..."
When Gina asked for Agnes's opinion, she was met with a recognizable blank stare-- a stare that told Gina that Agnes had no idea what she was talking about. A small smirk grew on Gina's face, but she didn't say anything. She wanted to see how here sister would react. Agnes hesitantly bobbed her head.
>> “Sounds perfect.”
That was all the permission that Gina needed. Perhaps she should have re-explained what she'd just said? Well, it was irrelevant that she didn't have foundation or concealer, or any of that jazz... it was just extra stuff that she wasn't going to put on Agnes's face. The important part was what sort of makeover Gina was going to go for, what style... miled, cute, understated, and maybe even elegant... hopefully Agnes had understood that much. Gina hummed as she returned to the counter, picking up the next item on the agenda.
>> “Thank you, Gina. For all your help. Can’t help having a sister who was clueless as me.”
"Agnes, it's no problem," Gina assured her sister, shrugging her shoulder, "What else are sisters for?" She held up a small thing of eye makeup casually in her grasp, gesturing at Agnes with it. As a bit of an afterthought, she admitted, "I'm kind of glad that you aren't a make-up pro... If you were, I'd be in serious trouble. I'd be beating ladies and gentlemen back with a stick..." A saying, which Gina clarified by saying, "You'd be a total knockout."
Gina paused, and then observed, "I should probably clip your hair back before I do anything else."
She grabbed a fat hair clip and meandered over to Agnes, "--Sit still, don't wanna pull your hair out--" Gina warned before combing Agnes's hair back as if to do a ponytail, then twisting it and curling it into a bun. She took the clip, clipped the messy bun to her head, and exchanged glances with Agnes in the mirror.
"I like to start with the eyes," she informed her, before bustling to the counter, "First comes eye primer, keeps the other eye make-up in its place." She retrieved a tube of the eye-base and held it up to Agnes, for her inspection. All the tubes probably looked exactly the same to her. But, this was all for the sake of Gina's lesson in make-up. She had to walk Agnes through it. Gina smiled, and said, "Okay, close your eyes, but lightly-- so I can get to your eyelids."
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 28, 2011 10:21:35 GMT -6
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Yeah, the joke went right over Gina's head. She hadn't even thought there to be a joke, or if Locke had told her it was, she wouldn't have known when to laugh. Sushi wasn't the same as pizza, which could have been how meant had Locke to be funny... Gina thought he was just rambling though, and agreed with him on that, sushi wasn't pizza. Locke sighed and took his seat, and Gina hadn't even an inkling of his disappointment. She just didn't catch on like that.
>> "I guess you'd have it licked. I mean if it crawls it can't be going that fast, and if someone threw it you'd be able to catch it."
"I was speaking figuratively," Gina laughed. Although, if someone had the capacity to animate food, that would be quite laughable. She smiled patiently, took up her soda and popped it open. She then took a swig, and sighed. Good stuff. As if to clarify, "I just figured since you'd looked so dismayed when I'd helped myself to the pizza, that if someone else tried to join the party.... well, y'know--" Gina nodded her head absently, switched from soda to pizza once again, "--'One's company, two's a crowd,' that sort of thing..."
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 27, 2011 23:27:03 GMT -6
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So, in case you all haven't happened to read Gina's latest thread with Vicente, there is a teeny, tiny detail that I should probably let you in on...
Gina got shot.
Now, it's okay, she lived, but such an incident lends itself to a hospital visit. I'm looking at doing a thread that occurs the morning after it all went down... Its purpose would be to establish the extent of her injuries, maybe get a little drama going... Maybe, get her npc family in on the deal.
First matter of business is... Would anyone like to get in on it? Criterion would probably entail knowing Gina, obviously, being related to her either through Xavier's or through the incident. Possible reasons for them to get involved are up you... I expect that there will be some repercussions in the means of disciplinary action, as she did sneak out... Maybe a friend or two to tag along, et cetera...
If there are any interested parties, state which character you may want to use and what purpose they might play in a comment below. If I get enough nibbles to make got a decent thread, spectacular, but if not... Who knows? Maybe I'll have it as a solo, and have her try and keep it a secret? Eh, just theorizing. I would love to hear from you!
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 26, 2011 10:56:26 GMT -6
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Gina listened as Locke rummaged through the fridge. Whoever had hidden the soda must have done a bang-up job. He asked if orange soda would work, but before Gina could affirm this, Locke spoke up once again.
>> "Wait, I think I got one. Dude... did that just growl at me?"
Gina laughed shortly, smirking. It would figure that some of the food at Xavier's was senitent. Maybe it was some sort of joke, or maybe it was a food-shifting mutant who'd been wedged in the fridge. God only knew. Locke trotted back into the living room, still in one piece. Good, the fridge hadn't eaten him.
And, he was staring all over again. Okay, maybe it was a bit much that she was staring the pizza down like this, but-- he'd said to guard the pizza, and after he'd looked so dismayed after Gina had snatched a slice, she couldn't imagine his reaction if another person decided that they were hungry.
>> "It didn't get up and start walking away or anything did it? Because if it did I am so asking for a refund. Pizza is not the same as sushi."
Gina chuckled and shook her head.
"No, it's still here," Gina confirmed. Obviously. Because it was still in front of her. She moved back to the end of the couch, sitting on its arm, so that Locke could reclaim his spot. She munched on her second slice cheerfully, "But, I don't think any pizza would've dared crawl off while I was on duty..."
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 26, 2011 10:35:48 GMT -6
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Gina danced over to the counter, bringing her first items to the front. Makeup first, then hair, then clothes. That was her plan of attack. She would of course walk Agnes through it, that way her sister wasn't totally in the dark, left wondering what sort of bizarre materials Gina was applying to her face. She surveyed the counter with a hum. She didn't have any foundation-- foundation only came in normal, human skintones, and Gina was grey. There wasn't really much a point in buying foundation if they didn't have your skintone.
>> “So, wherever did you even meet this girl?”
"School," Gina sang cryptically, turning to her sister once again, tilting her gaze towards Agnes once again. She wouldn't have trusted any outsiders with her sister. And, if they did anything to hurt her sister? Well, the protective little sister would know where to find them-- not that Gina believed that this girl would do anything to hurt Agnes. It only made sense that her choice be from Xavier's.
Agnes inhaled shakily as Gina popped the question, as if Gina were asking her if she were about ready to jump out of a plane for skydiving, or to bunjee jump off of a bridge. Tension mounting, Gina waited, until finally, Agnes buckled.
>> "Do it..."
Excellent. Gina switched on to teacher mode, first, and explained to Agnes about foundation.
"Okay, I'm going to start with the makeup first," Gina warned, smiling, "Normally, the first thing you do is put on foundation, concealer, or powder-- all of them flatten out your complexion, make's it one consistent tone, hides the blemishes, before you put on everything else--" Gina paused, to see if Agnes was following her, "--I don't have any of that. Because, usually, they're specific to skintone. Human skintone. So, no grey foundation. I didn't think to buy any for you."
Not that she thought Agnes minded. She didn't wear makeup, and foundation was such a bear to take on and off-- she'd probably appreciate not having to wear it, even if Agnes didn't know it. Gina shrugged, and assured Agnes, "You have a good complexion, though, so I wouldn't lose sleep over it."
Gina stood before her sister speculatively, as if she were da Vinci, speculating over the block of marble that would become David. Gina bit her lip.
"I think I'll go for something... mild," Gina explained, rubbing her chin with a hand, "Cute. Understated. Elegant. Don't want you looking a like a lady of the night, or any such thing," Gina murmured, chuckling, "Or a raccoon-- no, wouldn't want that... less is more, after all."
Her dialogue went from informing her sister to a verbal train of though, but she turned the question to Agnes. It was Agnes's face that Gina was doing-up, after all, "Does that sound good to you, Agnes?"
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 26, 2011 10:06:37 GMT -6
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The stranger caught Gina before she could crumple to the pavement, pulling her in close as he drew his gun. Thank God, he had a gun. Gina's quiet tears turned to silent, relieved sobs, a smile touching her face. Finally, someone who'd help her-- someone who could defend her from the lion-headed man. She mutedly followed the direction in which the gun was trained, her tired, tearful brown eyes skimming the shadows. She saw nothing. The fearful, irrational part of her was secretly praying that the lion-headed man would stumble out into the street on his unawares, just so that the kind stranger could shoot him. It would pul a finality on this night. She wouldn't always be looking over her shoulder.
But, Gina saw nothing. She returned her attention to the stranger, who had settled her to the ground to prevent further falls. Gina continued to knot her hands in his shirt, clinging close like she was a terrified child. It wasn't really necessary, now that she was planted on the ground, but she couldn't help it. Much like she couldn't help the violent trembling that she was experiencing, or her chills. Her breath hitched slightly.
>> “Don’t worry hunny, I gotcha.”
Nothing came. The kind stranger replaced the gun within its holster, drew a cell phone. A thrill of fear ran through her. Don't put the gun away-- what if he comes and gets us both--?! Gina said nothing, but uttered a small noise of distress. The closest she came to a complaint was, "Nnn--- I got b-blood all over y-your shirt."
The stranger seemed to know what he was doing, so she didn't ask him to take the gun out again. Her complaint was the one that followed the first, in her mind-- she had stopped mentally fussing over her wounds, and was now turning her attention to the stain that they'd left on the man's shirt. It was going to be difficult to get out in the laundry. (She wasn't all there, okay-? She needed something to fuss over.) Her vision darkened again, and her head bobbed. The man's voice snapped her out of it.
>> “Stay with me sweetie, don’t fall asleep. Tell me what happened. What’s your name?”
"--was jus' closing m-my eyes," Gina answered quietly. Not sleeping, but passing out-- get it right. She'd been running and fighting unconsciousness this entire time. Didn't she deserve a little break yet? She was so tired, and so cold-- her hands wouldn't stop shaking and nothing made sense. The world around her was still swimming, and a nausea was still buried at the pit of her stomach. Didn't she earn a nap, yet?
"Gina," she answered simply. Her tongue felt heavy, as if she were sleeptalking, "I jus'-- I went to th-that g-g-garden, and-" she turned her eyes towards the buildings, looking for snipers, "--S-s-someone shot m-me-" Gina broke off, her brain churning with the difficulty of the task. She could remember what happened, but-- it was all jumbled in her head. She couldn't make anything of it, "-Then th-the guy... he ch-chase-d me with a... r-really big knife. A-and-" Gina began to hiccup once again, trying to swallow in more breath. The motion jarred her wound, and hurt, but she couldn't breath-- her panic was finally setting in,"-he had a l-lion's head, a-and I-I hit him w-with a sh-shove-l--"
That was about as good as the relayed tale was going to get until she got medical attention. Gina blacked out, only for a moment, once again. Her head bobbed back up slowly, and she looked towards the shadows. This kind stranger wasn't going to let the lion-headed man get to her. She was safe, she was still alive-- she'd made it thus far. Gina let herself give a small smile as her head lolled back towards the man before her. That in mind, she let the darkness that colored her peripherals seep into the rest of her eyes, so that her eyes slid shut, and she surrendered to the unconsciousness.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 26, 2011 1:51:14 GMT -6
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Gina made sure that Agnes had seated herself before she began humming around the bathroom, getting various supplies in order. She was a woman on a mission, and and she was rather unstoppable when it came to her missions. Particularly ones such as dolling Agnes up. Gina plugged in one of the irons, and went about regarding the makeup into "going to use" and "not going to use" gatherings on the counter. Agnes's hairbrush and comb... and... yeah, they looked to be just about ready. This was going to be fun! Liked dressing-up a living doll!
>> "G-Gina... Um, are you sure you think I’m ready for this? I mean, I’m not trying to get out of it, well, not entirely, but you know... I-I’ve never really been on a date. Not…even with Rhythm. Not…proper like this, anyways.”[/i]
Gina glanced at Agnes, ceasing momentarily in her enthusiastic him. They had never gone on dates? Ever? And, on top of that, she was second-guessing herself. Butterflies in the stomach, much?
"More than ready," Gina corrected assuredly, "Agnes, this date's supposed to be fun. A causal date. If you like the Mystery Girl, great! But, if not-" Gina shrugged, "-No sweat. But, I'm pretty sure you'll like each other.."
Gina went back to the counter, continuing to buzz about. She did the finishing touches on her arrangement, before turning to look at her sister again, her hands placed playfully on her hips.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 26, 2011 1:11:07 GMT -6
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The fathomless darkness of the surrounding parkwas enough to disorient anyone, but particularly for someone who was fighting off unconsciousness. How much of this was tunnel-vision, and how much was nighttime? How far was the road, and how close was the lion-headed man? Gina followed her ears, breathing far more raggedly than she should have. Behind her, the man was snarling, and Gina cast him a glance--
Again, her head reeled at the motion. Bad idea. She would just have to trust her ears and her feet. Up ahead, she spied the glimmers of street lights, as if through an unfocused lense. Also, the headlights of passing cars.
Sweet salvation.
Gina stumbled onto the sidewalk, nearly losing her balance. A car drew close, and she rapped frantically on the window.
"Please, help me," she sighed in desperation, tears welling up. The driver leaned on their horn, and Gina stumbled back, disoriented, as they went on. She was so tired and so scared, and she couldn't stop trembling. She went to the next car, running up the side of tge road, and the next. No one stopped, and she was certain that the lion-headed man was on her tail.
She spied a lone pedestrian, a good distance up the street. A man, but with how Gina's head was spinning and how blurry her vision was, it was hard to discern little else.
"H-hey," she began shakily, before yelling, "Hey! Help! Please!" That shout took her breath away. She somehow found the energy to close the distance between her and the stranger, but when she got close enough, one of her legs just gave in exhaustion, and she nearly toppled into him. Tears were flowing freely, and her eyes were losing focus. Gina's now-bloodsoaked scarf may have colored his shirt upon collision.
"'m-'m sorry, p-please, y-y-you gotta help me," Gina pleaded, taloned hands curling into the stranger's shirt. She was trembling so intensely that her voice quivered, "He's trying to kill me. H-he--" her vision tunneled again, her grip loosening, "--S-shot me. P-p-please don't let him-- I d-don't-- please--" Her legs finally gave beneath her, but Gina clung to consciousness. She couldn't run any longer.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 25, 2011 21:25:58 GMT -6
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Agnes had been in the bathroom a long time. So long, that Gina was beginning to believe that her sister had taken up residence in there. Gina was patient. She was flipping through a teen fashion magazine, engaging in an internal dialogue about what would be "in" in the coming months, and whether outr not Gina could alter the style to work for her mutation.
At the moment she was not dressed to go out. She write a big, red shirt that declared "I am the Evil Twin!" and a pair of ratty, cutoff jean shorts. She was only here for support and nothing more.
Agnes had gone into the bathroom rather assuredly. Gina had even left her makeup out. Could she remember the last time she saw Agnes with makeup on? No. But, to be honest, Agnes was pretty enough without it. It was probably for the better that she didn't always wear it, or else she would be in serious trouble with her admirers.
Or maybe it was out of nervousness that Agnes had holed herself up in the bathroom? Gina hadn't told her who the mystery date was, largely because she worried that Agnes wouldn't like her, and might turn her down, had she known who the girl was. Thus, when the question was sprung, Gina deflected it by saying that it would defeat the purpose of a blind date to tell, and Gina knew that they would like each other.
Or so she had hoped.
Gina looked up when the door swung open, eyebrows arching as she closed the magazine.
"So, how is it going?" was the casual inquiry, Gina's tail adopting a humored, inquiring curl. It was hard to tell, with Agnes hiding behind the door. Agnes stepped out, clothing unchanged, with hair and makeup undone. Gina smiled.
>> "Help."
Agnes sounded as pitiful as a wet kitten, and she wasn't yet ready. Gina sighed and smiled.
"Okay," Gina agreed, getting to her feet casually. She grabbed a desk chair, dragging it along with her, then lightly guided her sister by her arm, back towards the bathroom. It was the least she could do, especially with how trusting Agnes was being. Such a trooper, "Let's see if Sissy can work her magic, hm?"
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 25, 2011 20:29:43 GMT -6
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It worked a little like the cartoons-- big, mean cat, chasing an innocent, "harmless" mouse or bird-- then, out of nowhere, that defenseless creature draws a really big hammer (or, in this case, a shovel), and whacks its hunter in some form or fashion, thereby incapacitating it. The big difference? Well, in cartoons, it was actually funny.
Gina was struggling to find the humor in the matter. She did emit a shrill, nervous laugh at the irony of it all. The lion-headed man was just fine with killing her, sure, but he was creating such a big fuss about a busted kneecap? Hypocrite. Obviously it wasn't totally broken, though-- he was still chasing her.
"I offered you a compromise!" Gina reminded the man, with a winded shout. Not that he cared. The lion-headed man was screaming expletives after her, telling Gina that he would kill het and rip her head off. To which she simply gave a sigh. Hadn't that already been established?
He limped after Gina, hindered by the busted knee, but not crippled. And, he was ticked off-- there wasn't any time for grabbing another shovel. She either got out now, or wasn't going to make it. Her breaths were shallow, now, and rattling within her chest. A darkness was creeping into her peripherals, and Gina knew it to be impending unconsciousness.
Not yet.
The front gate was up ahead, chained shut by a weak chain and a Master lock. It was not a beacon of freedom, but a halfway mark. Cat-Face would have no troubles breaking through.
Not yet.
Rather than squeeze through the gap between the two doors, Gina lept, her wings spreading and catching air, propelling her over the fence's top. She cleared the fence and took a few stumbling steps forward, and risked a glance back.
He was still coming. It was just then that the full force of her terror hit her-- what if she never got away? What if that unconsciousness overcame her, and he did indeed rip her head off? She was too weak to take to the skies, she had to keep running.
Her vision began to tunnel again, as Gina turned and darted into thr darkened, surrounding park, towards where she knew the street to be--
