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.
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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 Sledgehammer on Apr 13, 2014 22:27:42 GMT -6
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She wasn't saying anything. As idiotic as he had been about the whole situation so far, David knew instinctively that Seyta not saying something was a very bad thing. He also knew the dangers that he faced should his illegal residency be discovered by immigration. He knew the prison cell that he'd be sent straight to if he went back to England. He knew the sort of false evidence that could be pinned to him by the Order if he pissed the ones in charge off.
So why was it that looking at Seyta was scaring him more than any of that?
Looking up from under your eyelashes at someone was a hard thing to do when you actually were standing up higher then them, but David was doing a pretty damn good job of it. It wasn't any sort of carefully thought out body language to try and get her to feel more sympathetic to him, and therefor be less angry. It was just hard for him to get up the nerve to look her full in the face. He had been avoiding her because he had no clue what had happened that Halloween night.
Like a fish caught out of water his mouth opened and closed noislessly as he tried to think of something, anything to say to her. Sorry I've been avoiding you? Sorry I've been afraid of what happened? Sorry that I put your life at risk because I got drunk? With how much time he had been thinking of her, and how much effort he had put into avoiding her, it felt like he should have figured out what to say now that Seyta was before him. But he had nothing, and so the first thing that tumbled out of his mouth was.
"Thanks for the atlas. Lovely."
Instantly he winced and braced himself for the blast that would come from her. It wasn't anything smooth, and would probably remind her that she had a nice knife to use against him. But his parents had trained him well in showing gratitude for a gift. Even if he wasn't so happy to get things like hand me down clothes from strangers because his folks couldn't afford anything else.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Mar 31, 2014 16:43:52 GMT -6
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David was normally a rather confident, probably overly confident, bloke. He knew what he was capable of, and he knew how he got good results. With his natural charm and a touch of his accent he had won the hearts of his share of these American ladybirds. The man dressed impeccably, choosing clothes that flattered him and not caring what the cost was. Yes he was vain, he admitted as much, and yes, he did enjoy chatting up ladies. Which was why his behavior had been rather strange lately. For a change David wasn't pursuing his interest in a lady, even if she never was far from his thoughts. Something had happened that Halloween night between sitting down on his couch for coffee and some nice conversation, and the first of November. There was a reason why David wasn't a fan of getting drunk around ladies, and it wasn't just how it turned him giggly. When he had woken up the next morning he had been in his bed, rather than the couch where he had agreed to spend the night, one arm draped over Seyta's sleeping body.
Of course he freaked out. To see someone underneath his arm, unmoving was a bit like waking up with a gun in your hand. He honestly thought at first that he had killed Seyta. But no, she was breathing and fast asleep. Try as he might David had no clue what had happened between the two, for that he blamed the Vlad. Slowly and carefully he had slipped his legs out from under the covers, glad at least to see that he still had on his trousers from the night before, though the silver knight's shirt was lumped on the floor. After running his hands through his hair David grabbed the rest of his costume and buggered out of his flat as quickly as possible. It was a cowardly thing to do, he knew that, and he did not help matters by keeping his distance. At least he had kept his promise and got her the knife that she had wanted for Christmas, even if he had had someone drop it off for him.
Since that Halloween David had been doing everything he could to keep from running into Seyta again. Although he wasn't that high up in the building he took the elevator, just so that he could skip the floor below him. His culinary skills had increased because he didn't go out for meals as much in just one more attempt to keep from bumping into Seyta. David honestly didn't know how to handle this situation. If he knew just what had happened between the two of them then maybe he'd have a better idea of how to deal with this. Leaving her in his apartment couldn't have helped matters at all.
But that was over a year ago, and he was sure that by this point Seyta would want nothing to do with him. He was a coward and this was probably the worst thing that could happen because as he was making his way down the stairs, there was Seyta. David stood there on the stairs above her, dressed in jeans and a brilliant yellow shirt, but might as well have been in his nuddy pants. There was no hiding anymore, and with the way he had been bounding down the stairway she must have heard him. For once in his life David was left with nothing to say.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Mar 16, 2014 22:03:51 GMT -6
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The furniture layout of David's living room area did not lend itself all the well for conversations that did not involve flirtation and the possibility of something more. He lived alone and as stylish as it might be, David's home was undeniably a bachelor's flat. His fridge held a case of beer and the empty bottles and cans were in his bin. As such there was a limited number of places that he could sit while they had their meeting and be able to look her in the face. He had to settle for taking a seat that was parallel with hers and turning his body.
David leaned back into the couch, one arm resting on the back of it while he held his crossed leg with the other. The pose spoke of confidence and comfort. David smiled at Lenna while she asked him to tell her a little about himself. "What is it you'd like to hear?" This was not the place to point out that her question sounded to him like a bad chat up line. It was still too young for him to tell if flirting with his employer was a bad idea or not. Probably was given that she had caught him stuck outside his flat in his pants. There was a delicate balance between being a slight flirt and sexual harrasement.
"I do what I do, and I'm very good at it," David said. He didn't specify if that meant he was very good at conning people out of their money or his mutation. David didn't tell people that he was a mutant, nor what exactly it was that he did. They just learned once they heard the name Sledgehammer.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Mar 12, 2014 17:49:17 GMT -6
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"Two words for you," David said as he leaned against a pillar while they waited for the sub, "Plausible deniability. No court will can convict you based only upon one person's word. There neds to be some sort of physical evidence besides an eyewitness. Trust me. If that had been the case you would have gotten your pet private eye the one who broke into that bank." Since David still was freely walking about the streets he felt it was safe to assume that the physical evidence wasn't tied to him. While Ginger's Ladybird was a bit reckless in her crime style, David had hopes that the young man beside him wouldbe a little bit more clever and cautious.
"And the gumshoe is your pet, don't ever doubt it. He'll turn to you when he doesn't have a clue where to start. To 'im you'll be invaluable. Give it time and he'll grow complacent, counting on you for getting him started." He continued. If he could get the idea of Ginger abusing his position with the investigator then maybe he wouldn't mind if David took advantage of it as well. With a screech of metal, and a growing roar, the subway pulled into the station. David nodded his head towards it, as though Ginger couldn't figure out for himself that they would be going onto the sub.
"I'd like a demonstration of how good you are. Not here," David said before Ginger could try to find someone to pinch. He might not have control over the entire subway line, and the man made no guarantees to his informants about what would happen when he was not riding the line with them, but right now he was a king in his court and was wearing his jacket like a royal robe. These were people he saw on a regular basis, whether they worked for him or not. People generally take the same routes too and from work.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Mar 7, 2014 22:46:24 GMT -6
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Had he heard Ty's grumbling over the lack of a handshake it wouldn't have made any difference. David still would have ignored what the younger man said. It wasn't his style to say what he did, and it had become a habit for David to just act as though he were a bit of a germophobe. Ginger would learn soon enough, especially now that he was working for David. He was called Sledgehammer for a reason, and the threat of those hammers was enough to keep some of his employees in check. They didn't have to know that David never actually try to kill anyone.
“Good. I'd like for you to keep that connection,” David said, leading Ty down the entrance way into the subway. By now David had memorized the sub schedule and the lines. He also knew which of his informants were suppose to be on which sub. At this time of the day there should be two on this line, one going in opposite directions. Taking Ginger throughout the city was going to be a good way to introduce the new employee to the informants. They had helped him to find Ginger in the first place, but to their knowledge the man was still a threat to David. If he was walking around with David all casual like it would be a sign that they did not need to worry over Ginger. “Iffin that happens, the gumshoe asking you to look into your own crime scene I've ways of keeping the heat off you.”
From his wallet, where Ginger's twenty was safely tucked away, David extricated his subway pass and scanned it twice. "Of course you would be perfectly capable of feeding 'im wrong information. It's not as though he is seeing what you see is it?"
Posted by Sledgehammer on Feb 10, 2014 13:09:53 GMT -6
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No further comment was made about David's locking himself out of his apartment, for which he was ok with. For the man who was called whenever a spectacular entrance needed to be made to be thwarted by a few inches of wood was laughable. Such saving grace wasn't extended towards his garb. David sighed. Hehad hoped that he could excuse himself quietly or something. Instead Lenna's comment felt more like an order to dress. This wa sone of those mornings where things just refused to go his way. Best not try and pull any cons when that happened.
"Right then," he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, "I'd tell you to make yourself comfortable, but it looks like you've settled already." With that David excused himself and headed back to his bedroom. His mind began to race, trying how to swing this situation around and back into his favor. That was why he had offered his flat as the place for their meeting. There was much to be said about the homefield advantage. If he could somehow manage to pull this off his life would be all the more easier. At worst his network of informantss would have to be shared.
David dressed quickly, putting on a pair of dress slacks and a maroon button up shirt. When he emerged from his room shortly after Lenna had sent him there, the Brit was in the act of tying a tie. His hair still stood up in various directions, a youthful contrast to his rather dignified dress.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Feb 9, 2014 0:09:57 GMT -6
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"Got a few of them actually," David said. It wasn't that he missed the teasing tone in Seyta's voice, or the way that she kicked him like they were back in secondary school. For a change David was being totally honest without any ulterior motive. He had indeed grabbed some of the sat navs from Best Buy, three to be exact. Those he wasn't as sure about how he'd turn a profit from them, but it would come to him in time he was sure. First would be the annoying matter of dealing with any serial numbers that the store might be able to track the sat navs with. If worse came to worse and David found himself unable to find a way to gain profit from them he could always try having them turned into the police. There were enough criminals in New York that he could find someone to take the guilt and for him to get a nice reward for turning in a looter.
“Always liked maps,” David confessed, both looking and feeling rather sheepish. He had never been a large man, his body not holding onto fat, let alone any attempts at muscle building. As such David was not anyone’s first choice for a team member in childhood sports games. Hell, even with the power that his punches packed it was not an issue of muscles. He was not super strong, just super fast. Admitting to a rather geeky sounding interest did not exactly paint the image that David wanted Seyta to have about himself. But she had asked what he wanted for Christmas, and his mind went to the first thing that he had a good amount of, but didn’t always have the easiest time getting.
Waving a hand in the general direction of his walls he continued. “Collect them Doesn’t matter where in the world or at what point in history. Maps tell the story of the world and how mankind impacts it.” A hand went down to rub his shin where Seyta had kicked it. He had no problem with punching through a brick wall, but David still did not like getting hit. He nudged her with a knee, still a little giggly and playful with the alcohol seeping into his system on a relatively empty stomach. “Do you play football? Think you might ‘ave bruised me.”
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 29, 2014 23:25:49 GMT -6
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David’s eyebrows drew together with the concentration he was pouring into picking open the lock to his flat. He had switched to something that was more difficult after that nightmare of the future, and now he was presented with a nice challenge. With a grunt of frustration he extracated the hairpin again and studied the tip of it. As he suspected there was a protective coat of something on the end which made it quite bulbous. David scraped off the ball of plastic and started working again on the lock, putting feather light touches on the tumblers as he wiggled them about, trying to find the right sequence. As he worked his mind dropped away from some of the more annoying thought processes, such as how much easier this would be if he could just smash in his damn door, and that his legs were getting rather cold this close to the ground.
With a soft click the door’s lock popped, the catch sliding back into the rest of the hardware. So much for that being the best security lock that the hardware store had to offer. Next time he wouldn’t skimp out and instead would go straight to one of those high tech spy sort of shops. Having not invested in a computer, David was unaware of the variety of security measures offered through the use of internet sellers. Anything that the Brit wished to purchase, be it groceries, a new hat, or in this case a more unpick-able door lock, was purchased in person, meaning he had to do the leg work to find where to get them in the first place. Getting Seyta’s knife had proved to be a challenge in itself, not to mention the question of how to deliver her Christmas present without having to see her face to face. Even if Sledgehammer was made aware of how easy it was to get things online he probably would have not been interested. To him that legwork was the closest he got to actually working a nine to five shift, and he was proud of the effort that he put forth.
Noticing Lenna’s eyes on him, but still not wishing to address the fact that he was, in his mind at least, naked in front of her, David simply turned his head the other way and opened his door for her. Other than the trash that had to be taken out, his apartment was relatively clean. The furniture was sleek and stylish, with modern lines that still had a softeness to them. Most of the clutter was kept exclusively to his desk where he worked . On his wall were various maps of the city, be they antique ones from when it was first being established to stylized subway maps. His telly was turned off, and a newspaper was spread open on his coffee table, one corner weighted down by an empty mug from his last cuppa.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 12, 2014 23:21:38 GMT -6
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"It might be me flat, but you are the guest tonight. How could I claim to be a gentleman iffin I don't give you every comfort?" In spite of the words said, David did get himself up off the carpet and took a seat next to Seyta on his couch. It was only because of her gracing him with a rare smile that he dared to do so, even if she was using words that on any other night might not have had as much sugar to them. For a minute he sat there, smiling like an absolute daftie. His hands were warmed by the cup of hot coffee resting in them, and being in the presense of Seyta without either doing something to irk the other, namely him making a bodge job of it, warmed his chest.
The couch was comfortable and becoming to the man who spent as much time and effort in not sleeping as a sane person would pursue the chance to sleep. However much he wanted to drop off though, now that that notion was starting to wiggle its way towards the gray matter between his ears, Seyta had asked him a question and it took him quite by surprise. As a young child he had Christmas lists that, should they have been written down, probably would have stretched all the way round his neighborhood. Food, clothing, a tellie. There were so many things that he did not have but everyone around him did. That was what drove him to being a conman in the first place.
But now? David looked about the dark apartment, seeing the things that he had filled it with. "There isn't much I would want," he found himself admitting. Through his own hard work David had managed to tick off those things on those long Christmas lists. Maybe a visit to his family would be nice, or even just a call. Hell he'd even take talking to Charlie. But such a thing was impractical and not something he was readily going to admit to. "An atlas I suppose. Always good to know where you are."
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 2, 2014 12:16:04 GMT -6
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Being locked outside of his apartment was humiliating enough. David was known as Sledgehammer for a reason. His arms were more than capable of breaking through the door, not that he was too eager for that. The maintance was fairly decent here, coming when called with relative promptness, but replacing a door took much longer to deal with than a simple unclogging of the kitchen sink. Then again he for some reason couldn’t get his arms to work right, a fact that made him alternate between staring at the door and his arms. If the humiliation of being locked out of his apartment was bad, having someone spy him not only being locked out, but being locked out in his undergarments was a fate worth wishing death. This was not how he wanted to have his meeting with Lenna go. He had meant for there to be some placating on his part, reasurrances that he was doing the work that they assigned him, requesting that they provide him with more accurate intel after that bank job fiasco, while not actually having to commit to anything serious.
Instead he now had to act as if being caught in his under things was only slightly embarrassing. Acting as though it didn’t bother him at all was over confidence beyond what even he thought was acceptable. Nobody liked being spied on in their underpants, locked outside of their flat. It was the other way around that you wanted to work, preferably with the attractive lady who lived across the hall. Still, if he was to have any miniscule scrap of pride left he was going to have to try to brush off his humiliation at least a little bit. To do so he first straightened up so that he was no longer hunched over his doorknob. Next he gave her a somewhat sheepish smile and held out his hand. “Hair pins eh? Cliché but somewhat effective.” David wasn’t the greatest at it, but he did know how to pick some locks. His set of picks though were on the other side of the door.
Calling his landlord to let them into the apartment seemed to be out of the question now. It could be that Lenna wanted to use this as a serendipitous test to see how effective David was at breaking into a place. True they were breaking into his apartment, but that was beside the point. Taking two pins from Lenna, he bent the metal back until they were more or less straight flat pieces of metal. Good to see that he wasn’t completely useless with his hands. Crouching down he got to work, reminding himself that he was going to have to change the lock on his door yet again. If he’d be able to pick the lock, who was to say someone else couldn’t?
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 1, 2014 22:34:50 GMT -6
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"Sounds like a type of sweet you think?" David asked her, his mind starting to get a little silly, “Ka-bar, with the chewy caramel nougat filling.” He wasn’t mocking her weapon choice. Honestly he didn’t care for weapons himself, at least not for blades. Guns he liked, provided that he wasn’t on the receiving end of it. A mute point though, since he wasn’t legally in the country and could not purchase a firearm from any legal supplier, and going about obtaining one from the black market was a chancy endeavor. Either you got a weapon that was sub-par, too risky with firearms, or you ran the risk of them turning the cops on to you when the heat was put on them. A blade though, now that was entirely within his capabilities. There was less of a push towards security with knives, even one that was used not only by civilians but also by the military.
Coffee prepared for Seyta, David went about making his own cuppa. A good amount of sugar went into it, not because of a distaste for the bitterness of the brew, for he had gotten quite use to drinking it black, but because his body seemed to be building up an immunity to the caffine. With a sigh he realized that he was going to have to switch to a new type of coffee, one that would give him a better chance at staying awake for days at a time. There was always some sort of new blend being developed every day, no doubt that he could continue to switch as he grew use to the levels of awakeness that dwindled with each cup. Giving Seyta a dimpled smile he lifted his coffee mug up as if in a toast. “To the comforts of home?” he suggested. Her moving so that there would be room on the couch for him did not go unnoticed.
The question though was if he should take her up on it. The interactions between the two so far this night had been pleasant. Even if they were doing something illegal earlier, their words had been polite and a little flirtatious. In his experience though Seyta could turn her attitude towards him in an instant. Would taking the seat please her or simply infuriate her? Hard to say when she was making it clear what kind of weapon she wanted. A blade is something that meant having a calmness as you struck. Anyone could get a lucky shot, you had to be close to hurt with a knife.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 19, 2013 15:42:23 GMT -6
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"Good fer me," he said, happiness creeping back onto his face. She was after all the lady he had been pursuing for some time now, and having her dressed in such a fashion, sitting on his couch was bound to make him flirt a little. "Means I dinnit 'ave to die to such an angel. Wouldn't 'ave had it in me to lay a finger on yeh." A fight with her would have indeed boiled down to him unable to strike at her. Even living like an animal, David had standards. Killing wasn't something he did, and fighting Seyta with his sledgehammers could result in her passing. "Of course it would have been a lovely way to go."
It was dark, both the flirtatious way he touched on his possible death and the apartment. "How do you like your coffee?" he asked her. While his earlier chat up line had been a bit more obvious, and certainly more along the lines of black humor, this one was fairly standard. Asking a lady or a bloke if they wanted a cuppa was probably the first way many learned to ask anyone out. Of course he had already asked her over, but this question tended to draw double entendras.
It also was a way of reminding them both why they were in his flat. Coffee was a natural way to bond, and a hot beverage offered comfot. Looking out the window at the now darkened skyline made his skin crawl. It was much better to keep his attention inside the flat. If nothing else it was a more pleasing picture framed by the camp stove and candle light. He couldn't remember seeing Seyta in his dream
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 19, 2013 11:28:49 GMT -6
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" 'e must 'ave fancied yeh," David said, checking on the progress of the makeshift tea kettle. A bubble of giggles, not even a more manly chuckle, urst from him at the notion. A textbook example of Beauty and the beast. "Pest liked to see me in there unarmed. Gave people th' show he wanted, but even being 'is champion dinnit get me nawt but trouble." For a minute the smiles stopped, David's eyes turning cold. It was the haunted look of a man who had lost it all, but was cursed with the fortune to have enough life in them to stew in the misery. When he had started a life of crime David had thought he found a way out of hell, but the future he had seen in that dream showed him the new damnation he could face.
Seyta's brief admition of mutation had not gone unnoted, even with vodka splashing about in his brain. The fog lifted from David's eyes, and he studied her. A mutation? David tried to puzzle out what on earth she did. That maybe her mutation would be to blame for the blind spots in his memory, like why she had not followed him to get coffe, did not occur to him. While Seyta had been open about being a mutant, David was still very much quiet about it. Those who knew about him being a mutant did so through no actions of his own. He had yet to actually say that he was a mutant. Kaitlyn had outed him to the ones in charge of the Sanctuary.
"Course I'm not calling the police," David said, wanting to get away from saying he was a mutant, "We just went on a looting spree through New York, and I've still got the bags sitting out."
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 12, 2013 13:26:43 GMT -6
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David preferred his employers to be the kind to know as little about his work as possible. The farther removed they were from his coming and goings, the better for them both. Plausible deniability only works if one or more parties is in the dark. Up until now the man known as Sledgehammer had taken orders from one Ms. Lenna without actually meeting the lady. It should hardly be surprising that they had to meet eventually, but David had hoped that such a day would come after some sort of circumstance made such a meeting impossible. However his flat was still close enough that it was a possible meeting place for the two, and as such was the reason why David had to actually invest in an alarm clock.
He did not do well with having something telling him that he needed to wake up. David suffered from a case of self imposed insomnia, forcing himself to stay awake for days while he worked on some project, only to crash hard the minute that it was completed. Since he got his money on his time, he did not need to wake up at the crack of dawn to get somewhere before a shift started. But to ensure that he would be properly groomed for this meeting with Ms. Lenna, David needed to have an alarm clock. This was where the day started to take a turn for the worse. As soon as the alarm went off David instinctually reached out and hit the damn thing.
Problem the first. Sledgehammer fists destroy alarm clocks.
With the alarm clock now out of commission and a pile of mechanical bits and bobs on a cracked nightstand, David continued sleeping until his body naturally woke up. Five minutes to go until Ms. Lenna arrived at his flat. This realizations struck him when he looked at his watch, now the only functional time piece in his apartment. For a minute David stared blankly at the gold around his wrist, trying to assess why the time was so important. With a loud explative he threw off the covers and slammed his feet to the floor. No time to tidy up his bedroom, he had to get himself presentable. As usual his mop of brown hair stood out at all angles, cowlicks abundant, and flattened out on one side where he had slept on it. He really could use a shave, his stubble from the last couple of days darkening his jawline.
On his way to the bathroom David noticed problem number two. His garbage can was full, needing to be emptied no matter what. Groaning he dashed over, bare feet making a soft pattering on the linoleum tiled floor. Still in his undergarments, if he hurried, David might just be able to drop the rubbish into the bin, throw on some clothes, and then look presentable. Today was just going to have to be one of those days when his hair was spiked.
Problem number three. As he paused to adjust his grip on the trash bag, David's apartment door softly clicked shut behind him unnoticed. In record time he managed to drop the bag into the chute, but, unfortunatly he had just locked himself out of his apartment. David gave the knob a little jiggle. "No." he said, shaking the door harder. It did not give way underneath his frustration. "No."
