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.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 19, 2012 23:50:06 GMT -6
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“Is that a bribe?” Sledge asked Markus, looking shocked. If Markus was the upstanding politician, or at least was trying to give off that impression, he was going to have to tread carefully. Further complicating matters, to the others at the table Sledge was simply the honest soul that had been brought in to try to corrupt. Having someone who was such a wholesome character bare witness to Markus being in the company of criminals had to be, he figured, on the same level as walking into the police station with your pockets filled with stolen money. Markus faced not only criminals, but actual mobsters, who would probably rake him over the coals if he displeased them, but someone who couldn't be bought and had a mouth that spoke freely. And that mouth had pointed out that Markus had just tried to cover up one questionable action with another.
Those who had not folded revealed their hands, and the pot went to the winner. The night was still young, but a dirty glance or two was still given. “We're grown men Mr. Burke,” the philanthropist said, taking the cards and giving them a shuffle. The deck was slowly making its way around the table as the men at play went through the different hands. Once the deck would complete it's full round, Sledge would be able to mess with it enough to keep things going on his plan. “The only ones who will complain over a loss will be our wives.”
From others at the table there were chuckles and soft agreements. Sledge just smiled through it, perpetually a bachelor. Not for lack of trying. He had gone for a swim or two in the dating pool, and was entirely capable of holding a long term relationship. Marriage plans just never happened to be made. “Well, I can't say I've that kettle of onions to deal with,” Sledge joked back, playing with his chips. A new hand was being dealt.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 19, 2012 0:24:49 GMT -6
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“Have you ever noticed though,” Sledge asked, sliding his free arm underneath the one in the sling for additional support. It was a carefully thought of ploy, to make himself look more vulnerable, and therefore less of a threat to Aura as he spoke his judgment. Presenting yourself as a weaker target when that's your expected behavior grants some levels of freedom. “Have you ever noticed though that one corpse just attracts an other? There's always someone seeking vengeance, or a witness that has to be taken care of.” With his arm in a sling he wasn't able to give a full shrug of the shoulders, but he could manage an awkward half shrug combined with a shrug sort of face. “The whole affair just seems too messy to be bother with in the first place.”
Aura was fine with explaining her killing away as something that she was meant to do. Well, he was meant to swindle, lie, cheat, steal, and just in general take what he wanted from others without remorse, but that was different. His targets got to go home at the end of the day. There weren't ones to mourn. As long as you have life still in your body there is a chance to change your fate. He had taken that chance when he was a teen, and now lived a life that he wanted. Other than being blackmailed bu a young girl and working for yet another prepubescent anklebiter.
“Me, I'd rather break the spirit,” he offered. Killing meant nothing to Aura, so arguing over the merits of it with her was a study in futility. Instead he thought to talk to her about other things that one might do. “Keep pushing a man back into a corner and either he'll snap, or he'll break down. The challenge is figuring out which way they'll go. If it's the former, walk away, but with the latter?” Sledge rolled his eyes and whistled low, “With them, they just keep giving you exactly what you need.”
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 18, 2012 22:37:47 GMT -6
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Ladybird was hardly pleased about the touching, not that Sledge particularly enjoyed physical contact while at work. He wasn't here to flirt with anyone, nor was he after making friends with her. When it was time to work, Sledge worked. While he might not have the same desire to join the working force like the rest of his family, he did possess the borderline obsessive work addiction. Whatever aspect of his life, be it work or play, Sledge went into it with his all. He focused upon what he was doing and wouldn't let himself get distracted. All he had intended by resting his hand on Ladybird's shoulder was to keep her from stepping into the lobby without first taking care of visual evidence of them.
Handy tool that, Sledge thought, nodding his head in approval. The visual might have been taken care of, but that didn't necessarily mean that there wasn't something recording sound, or that she had managed to disable that aspect of the camera. An operation such as this called for careful risk calculations. Sledge could change his pitch, going higher and more panicked, or lower and slightly less of a blue collar boy, but he couldn't get rid of that English accent of his. He didn't want to either. It was too easy to forget who you are when you start over again. Sledge might have hated his youth, but he did not hate his country, nor his Queen.
He pointed her towards the vault, taking a moment to get familiar with they layout of the lobby. What he needed to find was the office where the security system would be based in. Technology was unfamiliar to him, but he could handle an alarm system. Amazing how smashing in the control box could keep things from working right.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 16, 2012 21:58:17 GMT -6
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"It's not underestimating," Sledge said, watching as she managed to open a locked door quicker than he would have been able to pick it. There were advantages to her mutation, and she might be useful for more than just a scapegoat, though that option hadn't left his mind. "It's an observation. Robbing a bank is serious business, and usually not done unless you're desperate. Like I said earlier, money is easy to trace. They come with these tidy little serial numbers that get tracked after they leave the mint, so that when they go missing, they know from what truck, what bank, what store they were suppose to be in."
Speaking of observations, Sledge rested a hand on Ladybird's shoulder and pointed into the darkness of the bank's lobby. There wasn't any noise coming from in there, but there were such things as silent alarms. Banks usually had them so that the tellers could alert police without letting crooks know that they were doing so. He was going to operate under the assumption that they did set off some silent alarm. Next thing that would have to be dealt with was cameras. "Friends in the ceiling," he said, letting go of her shoulder and pointing up. There were some rounded domes, like someone had glued the brim of a bowl to the ceiling. "Kin you do anything about those?"
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 15, 2012 10:36:23 GMT -6
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At last Sledge released the ladybird's hands. She had agreed to his minimal demands. Very nice, considering she could have asked for higher demands. He couldn't understand why people said that New York City was such a violent city, riddled with criminals. In his opinion the number of criminals that were doing things right was too low for all the fuss that you heard. She claimed that she didn't need the money. What a fibber. Surely she knew the risks of pulling a bank job. There were alarms, cameras, and police tended to come rather quickly.
"Agreed." Sledge said. Usually when agreeing to a business proposition one would shake hands. Instead of doing so, Sledge merely pulled the cuffs of his jacket. He might be dressed as a homeless man, and was in need of a shower and shave to get rid of the scruff look, but he still felt a certain degree of dignity. His look didn't match his natural behavior. "But I doubt that you'll really destroy everything."
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 14, 2012 20:53:11 GMT -6
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She couldn't pop the safe without her hands? The ladybird was telling him more information than she really should. Her powers must have something to do with her hands as he suspected, which meant that as long as his sledgehammers were holding on tight to her fists. Some sort of explosiveness he would reckon, given her choice of the word pop. Other than something going boom, he could only connect to “pop” bubbles. Sledge had seen her glowing marble, and that was no thin membrane of soap and water. While all the details of her mutation were still unknown, there was enough that he could make an educated guess. A small explosion, just enough that the pressure wave that it caused knocked the vault's pins out of the way, was a safer way to get to his goal than reckless smashing of the metal doors.
“I'm prepared to cut a deal with you,” Sledge said, still holding tight to her fists. If she thought that she could crack a safe with those little sparklies, he wasn't interested in giving her the chance to do the same to his skull until she had agreed to his demands. “You get me into that vault, I don't stop you from walking out of this bank with whatever your wicked heart desires, s'long as it isn't what I'm after.” Sometimes just the promise of not being turned in could be a reward for a crook. When he couldn't get the payoff that he wanted, Sledge satisfied himself with avoiding a mark on his criminal record. Just getting away with it could be better than winning.
But he didn't think that this would be all that ladybird wanted. She had taken a large risk in coming here tonight. Tears could only get you so far with police officers when you were caught. Money crimes were always taken much more seriously than say, taking someone's watch, or a traffic violation. Sledge was going to find out what, if anything else, she wanted of him. “Sound like a fair deal to you?”
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 13, 2012 21:04:31 GMT -6
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A little bit of flirtation never hurt anyone, provided both parties were adults. Not only did it never hurt, but it was a wonderful way to spend time. What could make it better was when it's a lady that you've been trying to chat up for awhile now. She didn't really show much interest in him in the past, even if she did dance with him. That much he could remember. His dancing wasn't so bad that it would offend anyone. She just always seemed so angry at him.
“And for those of us who are unable to fit down the chimney with a satchel large enough for everything” he asked, giving her a nudge back. He was going to follow her lead on this. To an extent at least. Sledge wasn't of the school of thought that all Halloween costumes should be suggestive, thus the full length shirt that he was wearing and the knight get up. “What would such a person get you as a trinket on Christmas Day?”
It was strange, he supposed, to be thinking about Christmas presents for those he knew, especially since he hadn't even been in the country for a year. A gift for Kaitlyn was mandatory. The girl still was capable of blowing the whistle on him. Small sparkly things kept her from going to immigration. Giving the girl something largeish would only help to cement his security. Even if he didn't actually give Seyta a Christmas present that was alright. This was just playful banter, an attempt to chat her up. If she didn't want it, she shouldn't be wearing whatever that costume was, and walking with her arm around him. You just can't mess with a bloke like that.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 12, 2012 21:24:08 GMT -6
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"You'd do best to keep your thoughts in order," Sledge lectured Tses. If you were going to go about breaking the law at least do it in an intelligent way. Or, if you insisted upon being idiotic, do not get in the way of those who actually know what they are doing. If you do, expect to be taken advantage of. "If you're thinking that I might be a cop, it's not wise to tell me that you're doing a bank job." Couldn't this girl keep her story straight? How could she really think for a moment that he was a lawman? Even if, for some bizarre reason, or an odd twist of fate, Sledge were to become a police officer, he'd not be a very good one. He'd be a crooked cop, given that he was so prone to wickedness.
"I don't sound like a hobo because I'm not entirely local," he said, slightly irritated. Those Yank girls always fell for the British accent, at least she could acknowledge that he had one. So she was here to take something from the bank, but the more he thought about it the more that Sledge doubted that this unexpected complication was going after the paperwork that he had been sent to fetch. She said that she was here to rob the bank. Sure the word "rob" wasn't exclusive to money. Technically he was robbing the bank too, but nobody makes as much fuss over a scrap of paper. Not if it lacked a president's face at least. What was going to cause the larger stir was the miscellaneous things that he lifted as well.
"It'd be nice iffin you did pop open that safe for me," Sledge conceded. Call it lazy if you will, but he didn't particularly want to try and punch through a safe's door. Safes could have glass panels in them that, when shattered, kept the safe from opening up. Even if this vault didn't have one of those safety measures in it, he'd still be dealing with at least six inches worth of metal to try and batter open. "I'm not after the useless bits of paper and cotton. Too easy to be traced, iffin you manage to not set off the ink pack. I do need to get into that vault though."
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 10, 2012 21:39:49 GMT -6
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Understandably the bird was upset. She had probably thought she would be the only one doing a bank job here this night, and suddenly there's another person there, someone who looks as though they should be in a shelter, listening to a sermon in exchange for a meal and a bed for the evening. For a brief moment Sledge knew exactly how he must look, the memory of his dream haunting him. Anger looking much like wildness. “I think I'm the one who asked the first question, and I'm still waiting for an answer.” She hadn't answered his question, which probably wasn't too dim of her. There was no reason to tell a homeless man her name, or what she was doing here. The latter wasn't entirely difficult to figure out. What else would you be doing in a bank after hours, if not something illegal?
She kicked him in the legs. She bloody kicked him in the legs! Alright, so he had caught her unaware, and was keeping her from using her hands, but even with his arms turning into something slightly less then steel, but more than flesh and bone, he wasn't causing her any harm. As she twisted, trying to get free, he tightened his grip more. “Would you please just settle down?” Sledge asked, his tone not as friendly as could be, nor matching the politeness of the words. Before he let this girl go he wanted some answers as to why she was here, and what she was after. “Does it look like I'm a copper?”
Everyone has heard the phrase “You can't judge a book by it's cover.” but nobody said that the cover can't give you a good sense of the book. Even with facial hair Sledge had a youthful face, and looked on the whole, none too threatening. Beneath the layer of grime he still was the man who got strangers to trust him, even when doing so wasn't a prudent idea. The way he was dressed, and the way that he spoke shouldn't say high class. “I think you're here for the same reason I'm here.”
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 9, 2012 21:50:59 GMT -6
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This was no security guard, that much Sledge knew for sure. Security guards don’t dress in civvies and walk around with glowing marbles in their hands. Nobody had mentioned anything about providing him with backup, nor would there be much need for it. This was a simple in and out job, and while it had a high risk of being arrested, if he was wise about it, there was no need for fear. He didn’t want anyone getting in his way, or worse, going for the same loot that he was. Best to get her out of the way. Even better, subdue her and leave her behind for cops to find should they arrive. The bird looked young enough that she could get away with this better than him, and in any case, she was at much at risk as he was here.
The bird ducked into the same room he was in shortly after he found a nice hiding space. Keeping quiet wasn’t that hard to do, and he knew better than to try and make his body smaller by ducking behind something as she drew near. He kept his breath slow and shallow, letting it trickle slowly out of his mouth the way you would a cigarette’s smoke. Once she had passed him for the first time he remained still. Only once she had gone past him for a second time he stepped out from his hiding spot and tapped his shoulder.
When she turned to him he went for her hands immediately. He didn’t know what that glowing marble was about, but was willing to bet that she was a mutant. He’d never seen such a thing before in his life. Whatever the marble did, he wasn’t going to mess with it. Clasping tightly onto her hands he gave her a scowling study. “What ‘ave we here?” he asked.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 9, 2012 18:18:32 GMT -6
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There were disadvantages to his entering from above plan, mostly that he would be limited on his exit points. Punching through a floor and probably a steel enforced wall would take enough out of him that he would rather not have to make an entrance on the ground level as well. So, rather than first going down, Sledge intended to go up. The second floor looked like it was just desks that the bank brokers worked at during the day hours. Sledge sneered at them. Banks liked to screw over their members, and those who needed a loan the most, were never granted one.
He took a minute to look around his surroundings, and spotted a door that lead, he presumed, to the rest of the building. If this was the floor where clients were directed to for business transactions such as opening accounts, financial loans and whatnot, then there was a stairway inside the building that would connect the two floors. Even if the upper floors weren’t used for anything other than storages safety codes would demand that there were at least two exit points for any room. He took the only door in the room, heading up the stairway to the roof. The more doors and windows he could open for himself, the better.
As he made his way up, Sledge was, for a change, paying close attention to his surroundings. He could hear a door opening above him, and he froze on the landing. Throughout the day he had not seen any guards enter the building without leaving, but who was to say that he hadn’t missed one. Rather than waste one of his precious punches, he jimmied the doorknob, throwing some weight into it and stumbling into another desk filled room. Someday he was going to have to talk to those who gave him intel, because it seemed like they always wanted to throw a spanner into the works.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 8, 2012 18:44:00 GMT -6
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Breaking and entering was a serious enough criminal offense that Sledge had been brought in for it when he was a teen. Several offenses had been ignored, or he was able to talk his way out of, but the first time he had been caught in someone else’s house police got involved. For the most part he didn’t bother with it these days. Running games of three card monte and white van operations brought in enough money that stealing from someone’s house was hardly worth the risk. There was hardly anything that could sell for more money than bail, and if something did have value it wasn’t somewhere he’d want to be bothered with. He didn’t much enjoy the whole concept in the first place. Lifting stock on Halloween had been one thing. Sledge was preparing for his usual Christmas holiday con when he went “shopping” with Seyta.
If not for the duties given to him at the Sanctuary, Sledge wouldn’t have even bothered with the job. In a safety deposit box resided some important documents that he was to retrieve. High risk with little payoff, nothing that he could sell or particularly wanted himself. Not worth his effort, nor a way that he would elect to spend his evening. On the upside though, he hadn’t been told not to make withdrawals from other deposit boxes. Actually it may be for the best if he did exactly that. Police would have a harder time trying to establish what the target was if he were to get things at random.
So for the better part of the day he had been hanging around the bank, wearing tattered jeans and an old gray sweatshirt hooded jacket, looking like any number of homeless men in the city. As always the devil was in the details, and he had purposefully not shaven nor washed his hair for a few reasons. Reason the first, if you look as though you will smell bad, nobody pays much attention to you. Second reason, with facial hair he looked older and less like his normal self. Reason the third, nobody questioned a homeless man sitting in an alleyway, even if the alleyway is within the visual distance of a bank.
Now with the bank closed for the evening, and the residents of New York City familiar with the sight of him faffing about, he meandered closer to the bank. It was one of those banks that had the lobby on the ground floor, and he wondered what the rest of the high rise consisted of. The way that he figured things, whatever the higher floors held, the security systems in them had to be less abundant. He was going to try and get into the bank from a floor above, then make his way into the vault.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 8, 2012 17:25:59 GMT -6
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You would have to be either blind or a total idiot to not know that Chase was pissed. Sledge was neither, simply oblivious. Even that wasn’t the right term. He simply did not care if he had hurt Chase’s feelings. Those mended with time, while physical injuries could spell doom when you are in a survival situation. Unless he shifted to another member of the pack, Chase was the slowest one, which meant that he set the pace. Broken limbs hardly meant speed. Sledge wanted Chase to stay put, and pissing the kid off did exactly that.
Bringing his arm back, Sledge was giving himself as much power in this first punch. The force of it more than opened the door, it knocked it straight off the hinges. When all you have is a hammer, the entire world looks like a nail, and you don’t just knock politely. The force and momentum pulled the con man into a stagger into the shelter. If this were a normal world, he would recover with a tip of his hat the same way that a cat brushes off a failed leap by acting as though they had intended to do so in the first place. The purpose of such an entrance was to throw those inside off balance even more than his punch had unsettled him. No witty remarks were made, no jokes about letting himself in. As he expected it caused quite a commotion when he simply elbowed the first person that he saw. Barging his way into the shelter already upset those who had to stand outside for hours and wait to be let in upset enough people. They knew how little there was, and they had earned what was being given to them. This man had done nothing to deserve even being underneath the same roof as them.
Hands were laid on him, and Sledge went into fighting mode. His arms were his greatest weapon, and he did not hesitate to use them. He used the back of his arm to throw people off of him, fists clenched to make his forearms like bonds of steel. With a bit of free space he grabbed the first blanket that he could lay his hands on he started the riot that he had warned Chase about. The blanket was long and awkward, giving it plenty of handholds for others to grab onto it as well. Some, seeing that an intruder was taking things from them, decided to take what they could, convinced that Sledge would be going after their filthy blankets next. Sledge’s confidence was what made him think up this insane plan in the first place, and why he had decided to go through with it. However confident as he may be, there was a matter of wisdom that he seemed to be lacking. Easily he was outnumbered, and as he brought his arm back to strike another person it was pulled from him. Not only did he feel pulled, dropping the blanket, but his arm was being twisted up and back, nails digging into his wrists, forcing him to unclench his fist. No fist mean no hardness to his arm and he was aware of the screaming pain that arm was in. Whoever it was that stood behind him was trying to dislodge his shoulder and the Brit couldn’t do a thing about it. Except for let out a shout of pain, lacking actual words, and consisting mostly of vowels
Posted by Sledgehammer on Dec 2, 2012 14:59:25 GMT -6
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"I know what I've been shopping for, but what does a ladybird like you want?" Sledge flirted, feeling emboldened by the arm that Seyta had so casually draped over his shoulder. In the past she had never been as friendly towards him. More often than not she was, at the very least, mildly annoyed at him. He knew that he could come on a little strong at times, but looking back at what he had said and done with her he had been nothing but polite. Well, polite might not be the most accurate term, but he hadn't been crude. And given that they had first met in a bar where he must have gotten bladdered, because a portion of the night still remained a blur, being a gentleman was impressive.
Even with the lights out in this portion of the city, there was still enough visibility to navigate the streets. Scientists were clearly correct about New York suffering from light pollution. No matter where you went it wasn’t entirely dark. A good thing too, since Sledge wasn’t carrying a torch. Managing his bags and the light would slow him down, and he wanted to be free to use either fist for his sledgehammer. Thin plastic clasped tightly in a fist was less of an intrusion on his powers than a torch would be. Just because he had stooped to the level of looting didn’t mean that he was going to go about this in a reckless way. Sledge believed there was a time for winging it, and a time to plan.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Nov 18, 2012 21:11:24 GMT -6
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“Course it’s moving,” Sledge said in response to the black out issue. The whole reason why he had decided to go looting was because the black out wasn’t limited to just one area of New York.. With it expanding in the city, the possibilities of stocking up were practically limitless. “We should shake a leg, before the grid manages too get back online righ’?” You could easily see the city’s dark zones expanding, as if the loss of electricity were a living thing that slowly was devouring New York. Since neither he or Seyta were near enough to the actual source of the darkness that he could realize how close that theory was.
He smiled at Seyta, the devil in his eyes. Sledge liked an element of danger whenever he was participating in an illegal activity. Big risks could mean big rewards, the important thing is to be wise about which of the risks you should take. As far as he could figure things, breaking into a building wouldn’t set off the alarms if the system had no power. Should the power come back while he was in there, no matter how he got in, the alarm more than likely would go off. Should he manage to bust the system’s components it would equal out to the same thing. Sledge’s grin lit up his entire face, and perhaps on a different man would look more threatening. His dimple softened it though, making him look younger and infinitely more mischievous. Even the look of pure trouble looked trustworthy to most.
And he craved that trust from people. Not simply because of that dream where he had to become dependable. Sledge still hated thinking of the way he was in that dream. Guilt was something to avoid, and in his opinion it was just better to not allow yourself to feel that way than to act in a way that you won’t regret your actions. Life was full of disappointments and failures. You would inevitably let someone down. To get what he wanted out of life, he needed to ignore that pesky thing called a conscious. Step on the bloody cricket and go on with your life. “Iffin we hear sirens approaching, which we most likely aren’t going to ‘ave to worry about, we’ll get out quick enough. I’ve my ways.”
