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 Silver Streak on Oct 21, 2008 13:03:32 GMT -6
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It didn't take Streak long at all to get to England. In fact it took less than an hour to get there. Streak flew up to Scotland for a short while, just to see the country side. It was much more mountainous than Ireland was and had more farms than cities. Shawn was back to his routine after he arrived in a new part of the world. The silver man decided that it was probably better if he landed in a big city like Whales or even London. He chose London because of its amount of people would help Streak blend in with the crowds. Or so he hoped.
Finding a business that was very busy he walked in. Since he was taking the clothes he could afford to get some of the more popular clothes like Abercrombie & Fitch clothing. Picking out his size in pants, shirt and jacket he walked back to the dressing rooms. He had become very practiced with this maneuver, thus making it very easy for him to get the clothes he needed to blend in. The woman waiting at the beginning of the changing rooms looked at Shawn a little funny but dismissed it and gave him a tag and let him go in. As Streak walked pasted the lady he covered his head in silver so that any video footage would show a silver face and no discernible id to give to the police.
Once inside the changing room he put the clothes on, tore off the price tags and any other devices that would set off an alarm and proceeded to walked out the back wall. The back of the changing room, that he'd just walked through, opened up into the loading bay and storage area. He looked around and didn't see anyone so Shawn walked calmly out and into the bustling London streets. The man of silver blended in perfectly with the people as he walked away from the store he'd just gotten the clothes from. Shawn used to feel bad about taking the clothes from stores but after a while e decided that it didn't matter anyways. Since he only took it from big companies he decided that they probably wouldn't miss one set of clothes as much as a smaller locally owned store.
It was easy enough to blend in as long as he didn't speak to anyone. He looked like a typical, college or maybe even a high school student. He had the faded jeans, and weird looking shirt that was really the only one that he even half liked, and a black leather jacket, lined with wool. He was looking very cool in the clothes though he just noticed that he didn't have any shoes. People, and most stores probably frowned on that so his next mission was to get a pair. Streak found an Nike store and walked in, looking around for a pair of running shoes that he liked best. He tended to do a bit of running through the cities he stayed in. It was like a patter he was in. Steal clothes, drink, find a place to sleep, run from people, find a place to sleep, and so on and so forth. Shawn had just found a pair of shoes when he discretely pulled off the tags and walked out of the building. No one was looking at at him to see what he was doing.
Shawn managed to sneak into a hotel and reserve a room for himself for a few days. That was about how long he intended to stay. He wasn't sure if he'd be there longer, it all depended on how much of the area he wanted to see. Silver found a nice quiet place to eat and went to sleep. He was hoping to have a quiet nights sleep. It worked out well and he woke up feeling very refreshed the next morning. He got up dressed and resumed his day wandering through the city.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 21, 2008 11:09:00 GMT -6
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Streak looked from the ice creature to Sam and back again. It was rather amusing to see the giant ice statue and Sam play monkey see monkey do. "It's like a puppeteer playing with his puppet." Streak said to Sam as he chuckled. He was enjoying the little show they were putting on in the midst of the destruction of the Danger Room. He was Shawn was unable to take his eyes off the ice thing that Sam had created.
“I think I figured out what that arm was”
"Really? Ya figured it out? The whole giant ice statue copying your movements didn't give it away when you created it like a minute ago?" Streak said a little sarcastically to Sam and pointing to the Sam's puppet. Streak continued to stare at the creature as it walked over to the robots head and crushed it easily. "This is going to be interesting." He said to Sam.
“The best part is I didn’t even make him do that.” “hey giant come over here!” “Please”
All Streak could do was laugh at Sam when the giant ice thing made him say 'please'. Streak started to walk back up to the control room when Sam asked him to put it on as hard as it could go. Once he reached the control room he pushed the "god" button, which was actually the speaker button so the person in the practice area could hear the person in the control room. "One ass whooping coming right up." He said and started pushing buttons, flipping switches, turning the dials, and doing lots of other things. "And here we go." He piped up once he'd made it really hard. Streak had made it not only stalker bots, but thugs, in the middle of a gang war, and much more. Shawn pushed the start button and everything changed in an instant.
All the destruction changed to a run down area with plenty of buildings large garbage cans, the general slums of New York. "Unless you want it all at once I'm going to start it off sort of easy and gradually get harder." He said and the first group of thugs came into the area where Sam and his puppet were standing.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 20, 2008 21:08:43 GMT -6
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Shawn was unable to get away from Charlotte the entire day. They would return to her apartment for each meal and she would cook them up a cuisine that was worthy to be served in any fine restaurant. He didn't remember much of the night before and neither did she. Streak seemed to have gotten over the hangover much quicker than she did and was ready to continue on their activities. That night they repeated the same process. They went to the same bar that they had met at the night before.
They ordered the drink that they had started with the night before. They spent most of the night talking together and drinking much slower than they had night before. Shawn and Charlotte were both intent on remembering this night. After a while Streak was starting to feel buzzed and much more talkative than he was earlier that night or even more than during that day. She was feeling daring again and since they were both drunk once more she decided to ask him again the question he'd dodged that morning. "So where did you get the scars on your back from?" She looked at him intently but with a nice smile on her face.
Streak could see that there was no way of avoiding the question this time. Before he answered her question it occurred to him that she had never brought up a question about his eyes. He wasn't going to bring up his eyes to her. "You may not like the answer." He began, setting his drink down and tapping his fingers on the table. "It was ten years ago and I was eighteen, and the mutant registration law was just signed into legislation in the U.S." He looked at for her reaction. She didn't show anything so he continued. "I am a mutant and I was living at a school for mutants. The human raided it and took many of us there." He told her the entire story, skipping the details that might be considered irrelevant or even gory. Streak skipped part of the whippings, the torture, and the fights that occurred on an almost daily basis.
Once he had finished he took a large gulp of his beer. Charlie stared at Shawn in awe. She seemed shocked?... disgusted?... not ready to hear something so life changing? He didn't know what the expression on her face was saying. She didn't move, didn't take a drink, didn't even blink. After about a minute of sitting in silence Charlotte finally came to her senses. She slowly took a drink and said to him, "So that scar on your face...the scars on your back are from the...camps? Streak nodded, acknowledging her statement. He looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to their conversation. No one was. Charlotte leaned closer to him placing her elbows on the table. He leaned closer to her to see if she wanted to say something quietly to him. "Your eyes. I never noticed them before now but their different. I've never seen anyone with silver eyes." Shawn smiled at her. She finally got it. She finally noticed. he thought to himself as they both sat back in their chairs. She looked at her watch. "I have to leave tomorrow. Gotta get back to the states and work." He said to her. They returned to her place to sleep and in the morning Streak flew out of Ireland and headed towards England.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 20, 2008 20:27:04 GMT -6
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Emily Forester Nickname: Em, Emmy Age: 26 Power: Mind Manipulation Em basically has the ability to take over peoples minds and make them do whatever she wants. She can also make people think a certain way using suggestions and manipulating their thoughts. Emily can also communicate with people telepathically as far as a city block away. Powers when infected with Haywire: As is natural with the Haywire virus her powers became stronger. Instead of only manipulating the other persons mind, she now takes over their mind. Once she does this they are prisoners inside their head and can't resist her. The person she controls can communicate with her but only in their head. If they are mutants she can unlock part of their powers that may be laying dormant. Personality: youthful, playful, uses powers readily, happy, not spoiled Her personality is completely changed while she is infected with the Haywire. While infected she is aggressive, domineering, moody, and spoiled. She is a complete 180 of her normal self.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 20, 2008 17:08:02 GMT -6
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I think putting Fission in, someone elses shoes would be a good idea for him it may change him. I would like Streak to keep his powers though I would put him in.
I really like the idea of the miniplot and now I put both Streak and Fission into the mix.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 20, 2008 15:27:49 GMT -6
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The young girl, whose name was Charlotte or Charlie as she said her friends called her, turned out to be quite a nice person. She had lived in Ireland all her life and was a teacher at one of the local middle schools. She was probably about Shawn's age, he knew better than to ask. Charlie and Shawn talked for quite some time. One beer led to another, which led to another, which lead to them drinking liquor, which finally lead to them taking shots of one sort of another. Needless to say the time flew by and the next thing Shawn knew it was 1 o'clock in the morning and they were the last ones left in the bar. Obviously neither was in any state to drive anywhere so they called a cab, very woozily, and moved their drunkenness to a different location.
"Ya know, I don't usually drunk this get..." both started laughing uncontrollably at her comment, in the back of the cab. Charlotte gave the cab driver directions to her place and since Shawn didn't have a place he was going to try his luck tonight. "Me neither." He said still laughing. After much drunken conversation the cab driver pulled over to the side of the road and said "Were here." Charlie paid the man and took Shawn hand. Still very drunk she said, "Come on follow me." Too drunk to make any sensible decisions, not that he would have said no to the stunning woman, he climbed out of the cab with her and followed her up to her apartment. They stumbled their way out of the cab, onto the side walk and up the steps to her apartment complex. They continued to stumble up the stair to the third floor, where her apartment was.
Fumbling with the key she let them in and turned on the lights to her apartment. It was a very cozy place, full of objects one might find in a teachers house. Gifts from past students, papers to grade, crafts for her students to work on, and many more things that Shawn assumed was an Irish thing and not something found in the U.S. very much. He ignored the rest of the objects because she led him into her bedroom and started kissing him. It seemed that all the alcohol in their systems seemed to make their clothes fall off faster and one thing led to another. The next thing Shawn knew he was lying in bed next to...nothing. This is odd. It's her place but she's not here. He got up and walked around, feeling very hungry he looked in her kitchen and saw a note taped onto her microwave. It read,
Shawn. ran to the market quickly will be back soon. Please wait. XOXO Love, Charlotte.
Shawn looked around. He continued to sear for food and found her few things that would be suitable for eating. He ate some things that smelled good and looked good. He put on a few of the clothes that he'd borrowed from the store, mainly his pants, since it was a bit warm in the apartment. After waiting around the apartment, like a trapped animal, Charlie returned with an arm full of groceries. Shawn took them from her, gave her a kiss, and set them down, and went to retrieve more. After all the groceries were brought up the fiery red head made them something to eat. The gal can cook, I'll give her that. He thought as he began eating the food she cooked for them. "This is delicious Charlotte. Where did you learn to cook like this?" He asked her eating more of the food off his plate. "My mother taught me. She was a professional chief and always hoped that I'd become one as well. But their happy with what I've done with my life and that's all I can ask for." She answered him simply, also eating her food. The meal lasted hours, followed by hanging out the rest of the day. She only mentioned the scars covering his back once, while he was able to avoid the question he was sure that she continued to think about the possibilities.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 20, 2008 13:38:49 GMT -6
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Streak didn't spend much time in Ice land because there was many more interesting areas of the world that he wanted to check out. Specifically Ireland and England. Those were two places that he was more interested in visiting. Ireland especially because it had such a rich heritage and Streak had always been interested in the Celtic culture. Streak hadn't forgotten the order in which things should be done, getting clothing to blend in was among the top of his list. Once he had borrowed clothes from a stores back room, he moved on to his next task. Beer. It seemed like a must. Taste the local ales, liquor, beer, and women were on his to do list. It was like living on the street where there were parties going day and night in Ireland.
Traveling had taken most of the day for Shawn. He was tired but sleep could wait. Sleep was becoming a better friend lately since after so long he had not been interrupted with nightmares. Since most of the pubs were open he decided to start at one and go on from there. People started filing in one after another, couple after couple, and group after group. Some were obviously having a ladies night out while others were looking for a something different. It was easy to tell from their actions and body language. Living in the mansion for so long he'd gotten good at reading body language, especially with younger mutants. There were many red heads, they fit the description of the typical Irish person; however, there were plenty of people that didn't fit the generic Irish persona.
Streak walked up to the bar, once it started to fill with women about his age, and asked for a local drink. "Yer, not from around her are ya lady?" The burly bartender asked him. "What gave it away? My looks or the obvious accent?" Shawn replied to him snidely. He wasn't here to chat with the bartender, he was here to have more fun, and to be entertained. The barman gave Shawn the beer he ordered without another word and the silver mutant walked away. The usually silver man, found a seat by himself in the back of the pub, not to sure if he wanted to get the attention of anyone here or not. Whether he did or not a young woman flaming red hair walked over to him with a drink of her own.
Streak was in the middle of tasting his beer, which had a hint of wood to it, and was thick like a Guinness. Aside from the wood taste Shawn thought it was rather good. "Mind if I join you?" The red head said motioning to the chair in front of him. He set the beer down and said, "Knock yourself out." and indicated the chair with his free hand. It may have been a bit rude but he was still contemplating whether or not he wanted company. Traveling also made him a little rude to others. He took another long sip of his beer as the young woman sat down in front of him. She looked at him for what seemed like the longest time, making Shawn a little wary of her. Finally she smiled at him and said, "Did ya just get here mate?" However simple this comment was he was surprised that she said 'mate'. Aside from it being something that he wasn't used to hearing, he thought that the word was usually reserved for friends and not strangers. "Ya, just flew in this evening and my arms are tired." no matter how much of that she thought was a joke most of it was true. The girl chuckled a little at what she thought was a joke and continued on with their conversation. Se was a very striking woman and Shawn was glad to see that no matter where he was in the world the attractive girls were drawn to him.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 20, 2008 12:33:24 GMT -6
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After spending weeks visiting with old friends and relaxing in a new environment for a while Streak decided it was time to take his leave of Antarctica. Perhaps not permanently but at least for now he had the same urge he felt when he decided to leave the mansion. Shawn knew it would be relatively boring flying straight north over the water and heading to Europe. There were many places in the world he could start after visiting Antarctica, but he figured that Europe would be the best place to start and work his way down again, like he did with America.
Streak flew high where the cold got colder, and the bright sun shown brighter. He was up in the highest level of the atmosphere where he could watch planes flying from below him. They were like birds flying below planes and the only thing higher was a space station, satellites and a U.S. space ship that was docking with the space station. It was one thing to see on TV, but a completely different thing to see happening only a little ways above you. Since there was no up and down in space every thing seemed to be at about the same height, the only difference being the distance.
Streak began to fly in a direction that seemed to be towards the space ship but was actually back towards civilization. Away from the south's harshness and the unaccepting western civilizations and towards the east where people seemed more inclined to accept mutants as people and not lepers or people that need to be cured. As Streak flew through the atmosphere he had plenty of time to think of where he wanted to start his adventure again. He had planned it out but was not completely happy with the decisions he made or his trips route. He was going to follow his plan as best he could seeing how there were always variables to be taken into account. After all while he was heading to Antarctica he fell behind his schedule because of certain events that occurred.
Hours seemed to fly by, no pun intended, as Streak flew over more and more of the oceans. At his altitude he was able to see, as he passed them, from the Americas to Africa and Europe. Finally he saw what he had been looking for the entire time. It was a small piece of land, much smaller than the rest of the land masses near it. Silver quickly dove down through the atmosphere, the land rushing up to meet him like water over a waterfall. He pulled up quickly to lose some speed and skimmed the tops of the towns and open areas that was Iceland. Contrary to it's name there were only parts of Iceland that were actually covered in ice. It was actually a nice looking place, full of green pastures, mountain ranges, and many other beautiful geographic features.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 19, 2008 23:44:51 GMT -6
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Streak pulled the sword and shield back into his body, as if they weren't even there in the first place. "No, I didn't see anything that's why I jumped in." He saw the ice crumple like dust and was surprised that it disappeared so easily. Streak followed Sam as he walked through the battlefield that was the Danger Room. He watched Sam to make sure that he was alright. He took a few hard hits in a vital areas. Covered in ice or not those hits had to hurt.
Streak watched as Sam's head went limp and he acted as if he was possessed. Shawn didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he should help him or leave him alone. After a while he decided to leave him alone since he didn't seem to be hurting himself. He watched as Sam created a crystal like creature. Streak looked in shock at the creature that Sam had created. "I don't know you created it. I was hoping you could tell me." He said to Sam
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 19, 2008 16:33:26 GMT -6
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Streak watched the spectacle that was Sam battling. It was the first time he'd seen him fight. He knew of Sam's abilities but he'd never seen them in use. He watched as Sam quickly disposed of robot after robot. He even made it look easy. Shawn smiled as he continued to watch Sam work. It didn't look like anything that he saw Sam doing would cause whatever it was to appear again. Streak could be seen through the glass smiling at Sam as he finished off the remaining robots. He looked around at the devastation that was on the field.
Enjoying the show, I think this was the first time you ever seen my abi…guah.”
"Of course I'm enjoying the show." he began, "You're right, this is the first time I've seen you use your powers." Streak was about to yell 'Look out!' but it was to late for him to say anything. Suddenly more robots appeared out of nowhere. Streak hadn't been paying enough attention to anything besides Sam. He was very talented for sure. Sam, however,was beginning to get the crap kicked out of him and Streak was about to jump through the glass to help him out. However, considering the way Sam had been fighting before and the way he was not fighting now seemed to say that he was taking the abuse on purpose.
Streak made pained faces while Sam was getting beat up. He let him take the abuse hoping that whatever it was that was going to protect Sam was going to appear soon. After a while he didn't think whatever it was was going to show up. Streak walked through the wall and fell to the Danger Room floor. As Streak was falling he created a large shield and a sword. He would be able to use both as a weapon as well as protection.
Streak slashed through the first robot taking all of them by surprise. They all turned their attention to him and began attacking him. They'd left Sam alone to attack Streak. Streak blocked many of the attacks. His shield was getting pretty banged up but was still holding very well. Streak blocked one robot with his sword and let it's attack slide off swinging around with his silver shield and slicing a deep gash in the robots armor. It paused to survey its damage quickly. Not quickly enough, because Streak stabbed the robot with his sword, slicing clean through and sticking out the other side. The silver man moved onto robot after robot. It was easy work since they hadn't been up against him yet. He then finished off all the robots and walked over to Sam. "Did you have fun watching my show?" He smiled at Sam and held out his hand to help him up.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 18, 2008 21:36:19 GMT -6
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Shawn looked at Sam as he started asking questions. It was as if Sam had read his mind. He had started to reset the program to run the simulation again. "There's only one way to find out. Go out there and run the program again. I'll freeze the program inf whatever it is pops up again." Sam started heading down to run the program again. Streak watched as Sam covered himself in ice. They were like the same people, one was made of ice and one was made of silver.
Streak covered himself in silver so that if he needed to he could help out. However, he thought that if he did interfere then whatever it was may not show up again to protect Sam. Once the iceman was ready Streak hit begin on the computer and started the simulation. He watched Sam with intent not really knowing what he was capable of.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 18, 2008 17:42:15 GMT -6
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Streak followed Sam at a run past students and teachers. Since Sam was clearing the way all Shawn had to do was to follow and once, jump over a couple of people that Sam bumped into. "Sorry." Shawn called back to them as well. Since it was in the Danger Room it couldn't have been to much of a big deal. Just something as important. Streak didn't stop running until they reached the Danger Room, dodging people here and there as quickly as he could to keep up with Sam.
Shawn listened to Sam talk about what he'd seen that sent him running for his help. Streak surveyed the different camera views. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He watched with intent, determined to help him figure out what was going on. As the tapes played back from the beginning nothing seemed to stick out. He continued to watch the two cameras that he'd pointed out.
Suddenly, there appeared a hand and arm that took an attack that could have been devastating him and possibly knocked Sam unconscious. "What the hell was that?!" Streak exclaimed as he saw what happened quickly. Streak stopped the tapes and rewound them to just before the attack. He let it play forward slowly until he saw where the sentinel had attacked Sam and the attack had been deflected by the mysterious ice hand. "Look right there." He pointed to the screens. "Did you do that?" He asked Sam.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 18, 2008 15:45:28 GMT -6
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After the intruder had vanished in front of three members of the xmen, Neena found out everything that she could about what was happening. It wasn't much but it was enough for them to start spying on certain people, and or groups. She seemed to be a little vague with the details but it seemed enough for Neena to tell them where to go. He wasn't going to complain, though. This was his first mission with the xmen and he was happy to happy to be a part of it.
Streak finally met up with Nika shortly after she had arrived. He'd never been here but he was sure that it would be an interesting time. He walked up next to her, covered in silver, and said "You ready for this Nika? I think it'll be fun. But probably not easy." Streak was eager to start and see what they were going to be facing.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 17, 2008 20:08:22 GMT -6
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Streak stood in the kitchen cooking a meal. He was often hungry especially when he wakes up. Streak had all the ingredients out and sitting on the counters. He was tossing in a pinch of this and a dash of that. It was going to be a good meal once it was finished cooking. Often Streaks meals, that he cooked, dirtied quite a few dishes and left him cleaning for what felt like longer than it took for him to prepare and eat the meal.
Streak heard running down the hallway, not for the first time today. He mainly ignored all the running around that was going on around the mansion because it happened quite often when you had younger kids living around in one place all together. It wasn't so easy to ignore this running because it was an older student running towards the kitchen where Streak was cooking. Streak looked as the youth ran into the kitchen. Surprisingly enough it was Sam. "Sam, whats wrong?" He asked him.
“Streak, I need some help…”
The man of silver looked at Sam with his silver eyes. His tone didn't seem to light when he asked for help, so Shawn immediately turned off the burners he was using and set his dishes off their burners "Sure, dude. What's wrong?" Streak didn't need any explanations. If Sam needed help he was there to help him and he knew that Sam would be there if he needed help. He walked up to Sam and waited for him to lead the way to where there was trouble or whatever else was going on.
Posted by Silver Streak on Oct 15, 2008 13:40:13 GMT -6
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Shawn looked around as he heard kids running. It sounded like they were racing somewhere. Streak then saw them. They were headed straight for the pool. The racers swerved around Streak and Gabe before quickly jumping into the pool. Streak was splashed with water as the half a dozen or so students jumped into the pool. He barely recognized the dark skinned women that dashed by him and Gabe.
Streak smiled as he heard Neena's voice over everyone else voice. "She always know how to make an entrance." Streak said to Gabe, as Neena swam up to the edge of the pool where they were standing. He crossed his silvery arms and looked down at Neena as the water dripped off his body.
"Hiya, Streak! Who's your friend?"
"Hi Neena. You certainly can make an entrance can't ya? Oh, ya this is Gabe. Gabe Neena." Streak said uncrossing his arms and pointing to each in turn. "Gabe's a prospective student and I'm showing him around." He turned to Gabe and said, "Looks like we've found your fellow classmates. The classes here are a little different than other schools." Streak smiled at Neena and Gabe. He waited for the fish boys response.
