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?
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Posted by Sledgehammer on Nov 17, 2013 21:49:34 GMT -6
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When a hand was offered to shake David looked briefly at it in confusion and a little bit of disgust before tucking his hands into the pocket of his jacket and raising an eyebrow. Why did this man think for even a moment it would be prudent to shake hands with a man who could smash his way through a brick wall just by making a fist. It had been ten years since David had done that. "Now I need to know some things. First of all I need to see how good you are," David said. He examined himself, seeing if he could clean up quick enough that they could walk about in the Financial District without too much attention drawn to him. Over all he did not look filthy, and a hand wipe taken from his pocket cleaned up the dirt and makeup. Brushing off the seat of his pants and setting down the cup the transformation between homeless bum and possible college student was complete.
"Secondly I need to know if you've severed ties with that private investigator. Let's say that working for me would be a conflict of interest," David started walking towards the nearest subway, zipping the black jacket up. His fingerless gloves were taken off and tucked into a pocket. Even if Ginger wasn't entirely disconnected from the gumshoe it wasn't as bad as possible. One of them could lead to the other, and it just was easier to talk to someone who walked on the same side of the law as him. "Keep up now iffin you want to earn your keep."
Posted by Sledgehammer on Nov 5, 2013 11:17:49 GMT -6
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"We 'aven't met in person," David said, realizing that there was something wrong with Ty. Here was the man that he had been searching for, dressed almost identically to the way that he had been that night. His face had more scruff then, but David still had a five o'clock shadow. How could Ginger not be able to remember him? David did spend a good portion of time ensuring that he was not memorable, especially not to those who had connections to the police. Even the marks for his con had to hae problems identifying him once the money had changed hands. That was why David felt he'd been blessed to not have startling features. His brown hair and brown eyes was a common combination, and even his mutation, so bombastic when put into practice, was easily hidden. Still, he would have thought that Ginger would have remembered him at least a little bit. Didn't his Ladybird coo to Ginger about the unexpected visit from David? If she hadn't that was all the better, but if she had, well, he best win Ginger over since he sure as hell wasn't getting any favors out of Ladybird.
“Yes, that sort of thing. I find meself without a proper cutpurse. Seems that I need people that can keep up with me, and I 'aven't the patience to try to train a new hand.” Conning people was something that David excelled at. He could weave lies with the truth in such a way that people believed what he said. He also could make cards fly so smoothly with his quick money fix that you couldn't see the swap. And while David could remove a wallet from a man's pocket without notice, he wasn't an expert pickpocket. He tended to focus too much on not being noticed by the mark that he may not notice who else might see him. David was prideful, but wasn't dense enough to admit when someone could handle a job better than him. If Ginger was good enough, he could come in handy with some of the scams that needed more than one set of hands.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Oct 18, 2013 13:33:57 GMT -6
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If you’re going to have a revolution, something that Sledgehammer felt every generation should have, there are some critical components were needed. Obviously there had to be some cause or ideal for people to rally around. David was aiming high, not just settling for human-mutant equality. You could say that everything was the same, but in the end it was mutants who got the short end of the stick.. The police force had specialized technology that was exclusively used on mutants. As if handcuffs, tasers, and guns weren’t enough. It might just be his country of birth being a monarchy speaking, but those born to power should use it. Even just talking about mutants brought up that particular “p” word. “What are your powers,” or “Why are children being born with these strange powers,”. Mutants had power, and yet the mutant rights issues that people were fighting for only put those with the power at a lower position.
You also needed to have an army. David had been enlisting in one form or another since he had first come to the country. If it wasn’t to prepare for the end of the world brought about by a unicorn, something that he still couldn’t figure out, it was gaining his own steady source of information. He had not been seeking people that would be engaged in combat, but he did have plenty of people loyal to him. Ginger was promising one more person in Sledgehammer’s ranks, but the question still existed of what he was going to do with the sap. There was the obvious answer of using Ginger’s mutation to help the cause. Having someone that could tell him exactly what happened did have it’s advantages. It surely helped with the private investigator. But David wanted Ginger not to think that he was being used the same as he had with the bank job.
“What you need to do,” David said, glad to know that his assumption that Ginger had been in a rut was correct, “What you need to do is get back to your roots. Partnering up with a law holder has brought you nothing but trouble I’m sure.” It was all a game of words. Words to have that niggling little voice that says to go straight to shut up. Words were something that David was good with, and he had some insight to what happens when you try to walk the straight and narrow. In the end you weren’t any better off. Sometimes you end up in a worse position than when you started. “Of course, going after beggars cups won’t be of much good. For one thing they are under my employment. “
Posted by Sledgehammer on Oct 11, 2013 23:32:29 GMT -6
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Last year David had been out on the streets of New York, doing some shopping in the wake of the blackout that had rolled through the city. Money, and a little bit of flirtation, had been on his mind that night. The events of the following day had kept him lying low from his downstairs neighbor. So tonight, on Halloween, the man known as Sledgehammer was tucked up in his flat, lying to himself and saying that he had no interest in what she might be doing. There were more important things to think about, such as the latest turmoil in Washington. It seemed that no matter what nation you were a part of, the government would lead itself into trouble and then scramble to find a way out. You would think that at some point there wouldn't be any of these issues, since what happened in one country could provide an example of what not to do for others. Still, the same mistakes were made over and over, with the people of the different nations crying out for change.
I really should get out and do something, David thought. He frowned into his empty coffee mug, waiting for the machine to finish percolating his freshest batch. Whenever a new project consumed him Sledge practically lived on the stuff and waited until after his work was done before crashing. This new one had just started up and was already promising to drain him of his time. He'd snuck his way into a hospital before as a new intern, dressed in scrubs and looking slightly frazzled. That had given him the idea of studying birth records within the last ten to twenty years. One way of finding mutants was to find people first. Medical records might give an indication of a mutation. Reports from schools with students who had suffered from burns could point to a pyromancer for example. The more intelligence he was able to gather, the quicker it would be to find leads. Only dull old people stay inside on Halloween. Next thing you know I won't care about New Year's either.
Watching as the last few drops of coffee dripped out of the machine and into the waiting pot below, David's jaw went slack and a small grunt like noise issued. Faced with such a monumentous task he already was feeling a little worn thin. He was overdue for a refuel. At last the coffee pot was safe to remove from it's burner and the Brit prepared himself for pouring a fresh cuppa. His arms were feeling a little heavy today, much like the first time that he had punched through a wall, which made trying to pour himself that cup of coffee all the more challenging. Luckily what David had lacked in control over his power, he had started to make up for with creativity. Still, it would have been nice to have his caffeine fix without risk of either shattering the mug or scalding his palms.
For a second he thought that he had actually crushed the pot when he heard the sound of breaking glass, and inhaled sharply in an attempts to dull the burning pain that boiling hot coffee was sure to bring. But no, the pot was still intact, no signs of any damage that he had done to it. What then had broken, and why? The coffee pot was set back down as he went to investigate his flat. Visions of his home being ransacked danced through his head, and his hands clenched into fists. Nobody was invading his place tonight, not when he had so much work to do.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Oct 7, 2013 23:03:52 GMT -6
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Alright so both of the plot parts have started up, with the links to them being in the description above. Now for information about the mutants causing all these problems.
Teague, Will, and their older sister Ermelinda Schrieber are not evil people. They don't wish to watch the world burn, only to make it in a new country. Strange happenings in their small town in Germany lead to being ostracized. None could explain the strange things that had happened around the three, but it was clear that they weren't normal.
Teague and his twin Will both are capable of causing Grimm fairy tales to be recreated. Their wills follow the events of those they meet, waiting for a chance to twist life events into the old fairy tales. In the case of this Halloween, a mother's desire to see her daughter be silent and sleep has activated the story of Briar Rose, otherwise known as Sleeping Beauty. They can only cause a story if there is enough modern occurrences to support it, thus why stories such as the fox and the geesehave not happened. They do not control what happens in the story when it comes to life, nor are they capable of ending it early, only leading people towards the ending as narrators of sorts.
Bad Wolf in the hotel is Ermelinda's fault. While her brother's powers manifest through fairy tales, hers tend to go for fables and nursery rhymes. Generally they are less dangerous and will more often than not involve animals or small children.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Sept 26, 2013 11:10:26 GMT -6
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Alright, I've got some more plans now. Something that police can deal with, something for the Sanctuary, and am working on something more towards the X-Men. Each of these three things are not exclusive to those factions, but since the number three is prominent in fairy tales, and there are three factions here on MRO, might as well play it up.
The NYPD are setting up a haunted house in a historic hotel. The idea is to provide families with small children a safe place for some fun scares and tasty treats. However a biker gang, known as Bad Wolf, has come to crash the party, and the hotel as well. Feel free to be a visitor to the haunted house, or someone employed by the NYPD to work the event. Just be aware that there are kids present and Bad Wolf doesn't care if their motorcycles are getting close to those kids, or if the historic architecture is suppose to be protected
The objective: Get Bad Wolf out of the Haunted House before they destroy it. Also try to keep from destroying it yourself. Little kids will be present, so keep them safe.
It all started with a yawn. The yawn, contagious as they all are, spread throughout the apartment building located near the Sanctuary. Soon enough the residents begin feeling sluggish, their limbs heavy and unresponsive. Recently planted rosebushes have gone wild, growing with an uncanny rate, their thorns starting to bore their way into the apartment building, blocking the doors.
The objective: For those who are in the building, get out before you fall asleep. For those outside, find a way through the overgrown thorns and rose bushes.
Now as far as the X-Men are concerned I'm still trying to figure out something. I'm thinking maybe something with the Pied Piper, but not sure. I know that to find the family it's going to be follow the animals of New York City that are being called to by the Mother Goose figure.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Sept 23, 2013 22:44:44 GMT -6
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It was like watching a light slowly turn on as Ginger caught on to what was being said. And here he thought that Ladybird was slow on the uptake. David had practically said to the man that he was a criminal, and he wasn’t taking the hint. The only other way that David could have made it any clearer was if he just said “I am the man you’ve been looking for”, but that gave the wrong sort of impression. Inwardly David sighed, partially out of annoyance, partially out of relief. He was happy that he did not have to spell things out too much. “Now you’re paying attention,” David said, grinning even if he wanted to cuff Ginger’s ear. Now what was it that David had to offer this man? With his other informants it was some of the most basic needs fulfilled, hot food to warm their bodies, shelter to protect them from the cold, clothing that was clean. Ginger was no homeless bum that needed these sort of things, and because of this he had to be offered something greater.
“Yes eighty percent, but as I said, I’m willing to negotiate a little. I expect quality results from those under my employ, and if they meet standards then they get that ‘elluva something’ to use your words. Homes for example, meals, dental and health. All that you keep is tax free.” Taxes were a universal thing, a hated part of society that translated across the pond. Even when you supported your government, you did not find paying taxes to be pleasurable. Just because Ginger had been a little crooked before did not mean that he could avoid the IRS. He had taken a legal job with that bank investigation and probably existed more in the country than David did. The younger man would have to pay his due, and David was offering him a way to keep what he had made, or at least a portion of it, out of the hands of a government that had in the past treated men like them unjustly. “I aim high, and you can expect more than just the cheap thrill of a few nickels from a Styrofoam cup. A job with me is better than any other offer you’ll get on these streets.”
A stranger was passing buy and David lifted up his cup once again, shaking it, only this time to be ignored. “You see how the world treats people, you know that this cannot be right. A man has to take all that he can to survive. Me wallet isn’t filled with tenners from sitting on me bum all day. I’m sure you’ve seen what I’m capable of. Just as I’m sure that you’ve been in a funk as of late.” The last two statements had some speculation on David’s part. He hadn’t the slightest idea that Ginger may have forgotten about him, nor did he know for sure that the mark had been in a funk. The second seemed a safe enough statement. Loosing your lady always stunk, but if you were living with her when she gave you the boot that had to hurt.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Sept 17, 2013 22:40:53 GMT -6
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Ouch, he had insulted her. The point was that her statement had been flawed, and now Pidge was trying to cover up that fact by saying that there was interpretational differences between people. "And your interpretation just now was flawed as well. I had said that there was nothing in our interactions that would say that I don't value societies views, and that if anything I fully embrace it. You said that I seem to disagree with societal views. An incorrect interpretation of facts means either the facts were false to begin with or you did not record them properly. Again, nothing on my part could be taken as me saying I condoned vanity. While we were walking here I did take offense to your sleight against me hats, which also supports my vanity. It also was a sleight against proper manners for a bloke, but that is beside the point."
This was easily the most that the two had to say this night, each one trying to prove that they knew more, that they had the correct view on David. Given that he was the subject of discussion, the Brit felt that he should have the final word. “You are right that I’ve been looked down upon. I’m not a big man, and Bradford is full of those with more meat on their bones. You’ve the factory workers who have arms more like hardened steel, or farmers who spend hours of their days carrying more weight than most of the people here in New York would even think possible. I may be vain, but I will concede that when the best insult offered towards a bloke is that they are a lass, there is something wrong with society, but that doesn’t mean that I disapprove of being vain, nor will I deny the need for acknowledgement.”
A finger was raised to let Evelyn know that he had more to say, but first was the matter of the coffee. The waitress had been kind enough to provide them with a good brew, and given how David liked to approach the matter of sleep, he needed caffeine. Whenever he had a con in the works, or any sort of event that required planning ahead, David would spend days without sleep, obsessing over every tiny detail to prepare himself for any possible outcome. After the plans had been figured out he’d crash, and crash hard, usually once the coffee and energy drinks no longer could fight off sleep. David drank deeply from his mug before continuing on. “So rather than waste time going to a gym and doing pointless repetitions with weights I used my God given talents. All those things that you say I’m pretending to be. If I can’t match them with strength and this idea of machismo, I gain their acceptance the other way. Ask any salesman and they’ll tell you the same.”
Posted by Sledgehammer on Sept 16, 2013 14:00:16 GMT -6
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Agreed, which is why I want to know what stories people would like to have. What good is a plot for the site if it doesn't have things the members want?
Posted by Sledgehammer on Sept 16, 2013 9:29:45 GMT -6
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What I'm thinking of is a family of three mutants, two brothers and either a sister or their mother, who have the power to bring fairy tales and nursery rhymes to life, The problem is that some of those stories are a little outdated. It's not like there are many young princesses with evil stepmothers in New York City, and I'm pretty sure that no pigs have built houses. Clearly with the powers of Grimm and Goose there are going to need to be adjustments.
Any suggestions as to fairy tales or nursery rhymes you would want to see happen? I would really like input from the other people on MRO for this one, and I think that it could make a fun plot for October.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Sept 10, 2013 0:49:22 GMT -6
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David listened quite patiently as Ginger started pouring his guts out. So far nobody had talked much to him, other than those who wanted to either evangelize to him or bring him back to some sort of shelter to spend the night. Then again nobody had put as much in his cup. It sounded as though the fall out of the bank investigation did more than separate Ginger from Ladybird. The mark had been doing some self examination, an activity that was dangerous when done too frequently. Not only that, but Ginger had just about admitted that he wasn't always playing the opposite side of the law from David after all. Excellent. It is much easier to enlist someone when they are of similar alignment to begin with. Making a mental note to check with his homeless informants on if they had fallen victim to Ginger's game, David tilted the cup towards himself. All in all he hadn't done too poorly with his begging. The change that rattled his cup was a good mixture of silvers and not too much copper. Adding to that message board in his mind was partnering up some of his more age advanced informants with the younger ones. Youth seemed to get you more funding.
“I remember a time,” David started, going slowly to make sure the weight of each word was carefully calculated, “I remember a time when I'd get more than just a twenty from my pickpockets.” And while he had said it with a small touch of annoyance, the conman still took that bill out of his cup and added it to his wallet. Said wallet was rather full for someone that was begging on a street corner. While David had the appearance of a homeless bum, the smell was not there, he had money, and there was his unmistakable British accent. The clothing might have changed, but this was the same soul who had entered the bank for an after hours withdraw. Here, after the investigation was dropped, was the man who had disarmed the alarm system and left Ginger's Ladybird to take the lead, and therefore, be a prime suspect. Of course how easily Ginger managed to get to that all depended upon what he knew. David had not spoken much during the actual heist, letting all that was said be done by Ladybird. The accent thing marked him as different, and David had been wise enough to keep his mouth shut. There was the serious talk that he had had with Ladybird in her flat though.
“My fee is usually eighty percent, but seeing as you are new to this I may be able to negotiate something a little more favorable to you,” he plowed on. It was best to keep Ginger slightly off balance through this all, to make it clear who had control in this situation. “On site training is a must of course. Can't allow any bad habits of yours to pop up at an inconvenient time can we?”
It's getting to be that time of the year again. No, not Christmas. Halloween! And after trying out a plot idea last year that kinda fizzled, I've got struck with more inspiration.
Remember all those nursery rhymes that you learned as a little child, or the fairy tales that everyone knows and Disney made into movies? What if they started happening in real life? What if that witch who lured Hansel and Gretel was actually not in a house made of candy? What if she was that one really attractive lady in the bar who steals your boyfriend and then uses him? What if the animals in the petting zoo join together as a band?
And what if your entire apartment building fell under some sort of deep sleep and those shrubs outside grew wild?
Mother Goose and the Brothers Grimm were real people in history. What if their stories were as well?
Posted by Sledgehammer on Sept 3, 2013 17:01:08 GMT -6
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The investigation of the bank robbery hadn't been dropped so much as it hit a wall. David had managed to keep the detective and whoever had been hired to aide from finding him. It hadn't been easy, and David had to give them credit for their impressive work. Impressive enough that David could see the value in having them on his side. It always helped to have those who could bring you harm under your control, especially if they believed it was the best for them. The detective would take longer for David to enlist and feel confident in his authority. After all, detectives often had close ties to the police, something that David would rather avoid. No big problem, David argued, he had all the time in the world. A new revolution of sorts was brewing, and this time it would strike so much more than the colonies.
David had his own way of searching into things. Not only did he read that advertisement in the newspaper, a source of intelligence that people these days were all too willing to overlook, but he had his network of informants. Offer a bit of food here, shelter there, and you gain yourself a nice little safety net of knowledge. One of his most reliable sources was actually a teen girl who saw people in mirrors. Once the girl knew someone's face, she could see them instead of her reflection, with shadows looming over whoever she checked in on. If there were no shadows, nobody was looking for that person. All he needed to do was lay low, checking in with his little sentry to see how intently he was being searched for. Ladybird had shown him who the investigator's assistant was, and knowing who was on the hunt made it easier to avoid detection. With time and patience he learned not only where Ginger lived, but of the separation between him and Ladybird. His intell did not say why they had fallen apart, only that they weren't living together. Now that was some bullet that he had managed to dodge. Had he known that at the time the two were living together, David would have exercised more caution in his visit to Ladybird.
The point was that at the moment Ginger was available for David's use. Enlisting ladies was easy enough. The fairer sex usually responded well with just talking. Present the facts in a charming manner and they will eat out of the palm of your hand. Men usually required more than just words to convince them. They needed to see something of what you were selling before they bought into it. So, to make a point David was sitting on the street corner, disguised once more as a homeless man. It was hard to predict exactly what Ginger would do in a day, but it was safe to say that he would travel within a certain radius of his home. So for the last few days David had been begging as a pretense to be able to spy on Ginger. Now he saw his mark approaching, so David lifted up the Styrofoam cup that held some change and gave it a little shake.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Aug 17, 2013 22:32:24 GMT -6
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Usually one to back down or out when the spotlight was turned on him, at least in such probing manner such as this, David took this opportunity to press his point a little more. It was far easier to take the pressure off of himself was to put it on someone else. “Ah, but there’s a problem with your hypothesis,” David said, “You said your memory is flawless, which would say that I did in fact make an objection to society’s point of view. Clearly recollections can be difficult for anyone. Even Holmes made errors.” There were too many years passed for David to remember if the famous detective did in fact make mistakes. However by using Holmes he was referring still to Evelyn. Not once had he said that he was against vanity, let alone how it had become almost preferable to simple contentment. How she was getting such an impression was a mystery.
“If anything I’m all for it. Vanity is what drives people to keep up with the Jones’ iffin I may borrow one of your people’s phrases. When someone is vain they have to have the best. There simply is no other option, especially if they want to convince the neighbors that all is well behind closed doors.” Not that it always worked that way. No matter how nicely presented he was in his youth, David’s financial situation was as obvious to his schoolmates as his slightly overgrown front teeth. With hard work, even if it was work that his family frowned upon, David had managed to shake off the image of the welfare dependent street scum. Moving to an entirely new country allowed him to further develop a new image of himself. “Do you know how much of my business comes from people boasting to others about their new stereo systems? Should there be a telly program of some celebrity’s home, suddenly everyone wants home theatres just like the ones that they watched. Doesn’t matter to them iffin there’s no room in their house for such things.”
Of course it bothered him that Evelyn said that he was vain. David knew it was true, but that didn’t mean that it had to be pointed out. Much like he had accepted that he was selfish and would always end up electing to take the most corruptible path, provided it put him ahead, David had accepted that he was vain. The point of confidence had been surpassed, and he took pride in his appearance to a high level. “When the Lord of the Rings movies came out my business boomed for months. You take something that spectacular and everyone wants to see it in the best possible quality.” Once more there was more to the words than what was said out loud. Lord of the Rings was Tolkien, which meant that it stood for David. Puberty had been kinder to him than it had others.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Aug 4, 2013 21:19:19 GMT -6
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One of the most unpleasant disadvantages of being as fair skinned as David or Evelyn was that when you blushed, it was blaringly obvious. No matter how quickly Pidge may have recovered, he still caught the flush of red to her skin, causing the devil in his smile to become more pronounced. He had suggested that Evelyn was one of those lovely birds that could lead a man astray. The implication alone had been enough to elicit the reaction that David was so use to getting. Rather than curse his youthful appearance, David fully embraced it. People were more willing to trust him, and the ladies thought that he was just being cheeky instead of too forward. Little to no doubt existed in David’s mind that Evelyn hadn’t ever been courted before. Hired bodyguard suggested protective, if not overly protective parents. She said that her parents wanted to keep her hidden away, and he had to believe that if they did that, then there would be some sort of control over her social life. If the fear was that having a daughter with a mutation would bring shame to their family then they would want to limit how many people they let her be exposed too. Of course there was always the possibility that Evelyn had not had a beau because of her personality. While she did provide David with a good mental workout, her arrogance and constant need to be right was enough to keep him from pursuing any sort of romance. She would be perfectly fine as a female companion if she weren’t so smug. Not that he was any better.
Evelyn said, hidden in the actual words, that David could not escape from his past, that he was tethered to it. What was with this girl and personal connections to the past? “True true, though you can stretch an elastic so far before it snaps.” He had moved on from England, not caring about it most days. His birthday had brought up a batch of homesickness, but the holidays that you would think he would feel the distance the most didn’t bother him. England would always in his mind bring about thoughts of hunger and cold. “Once that happens you’re left with just a curled up piece of rubber to toss into trash bin.” Evelyn just couldn’t get what he had said. She probably never had to suffer an empty stomach or feel that she was filthy because her clothes had obvious spots where they had been mended. She thought that the factories were a metaphor for his views of fashion or some such nonsense. Factories were a symbol of an industrial economy, one that depended upon the workers.
To David it meant that you spent your life sweating away where you were underpaid and put your health at risk. Everyone might need the goods produced in the factories, but nobody ever respected the people who worked in them. You could not get any more blue collar than his mum and da, and you probably couldn’t be more of a working slave than them. It was a life of struggle, and David wanted no part in it. “They always say that vanity is a sin, but society seems to say otherwise,” David was frowning, and there was a part of him that was thinking “Damn these rich people”. Those that viewed their money as a guarantee, who thought of their finances as nothing new under the sung did not deserve it and should have it taken from them as soon as possible. “Anything less than total self absorption means that you suffer from a poor self worth.”
