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 Amp/Vibe on Sept 17, 2008 22:29:19 GMT -6
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“HA yeah I am good just got a head rush for a second. Never Gray, allllll ways Blue.”
Amp watched as he ordered a water. She could tell from his eyes that he was well beyond tipsy. Water would do very little at this point, except head him toward the nearest bathroom pretty quickly.
“Yeah that was from a movie. What I meant was your different from the other girls that usually come here.”
She couldn't keep from rolling her eyes, but turned back toward the dance floor to hide it. How many times had she heard that one before?
“Agh it’s warm.”
She turned slightly. "Looks cold to me. You want it frozen?" Since she hadn't actually been looking, she could fake ignorance of his mutation.
After a long pause, she finally asked, "What makes you think I'm so different then them? Of the two times you met me, one I gave you the cold shoulder, and the other I challenged your dancing." She cocked an eyebrow at the six-foot giant.
"Sounds like you might be a bad judge of character, Sammy-Boy."
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 16, 2008 22:52:22 GMT -6
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“Well, I decided I needed a little more fun in my life so I decided to come here, hmmm don’t really have a job, still doing a little fee lance work, money has never been a problem so I am sort of just coasting along.”
No job, yet no need for money. "Lucky you." So then, nobody would miss him. She'd have to check out his money situation after he was gone. No sense in letting anything go to waste.
“You know I don’t think you’re an average.”
Her lids drooped slightly, and she avoided his gaze by watching the dancers.
"Everyone here is average. They just don't know it." Then she smirked. "That's from a movie somewhere, isn't it? It's too corny to be original."
She tilted her head in his direction, and asked, "Y'alright? You're looking kind of grey over there." She waved her hand in front of his face slowly.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 16, 2008 22:01:29 GMT -6
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“I’ll take that as a complement. First time anyone’s ever called me stiff.”
Amp snerked insided. His idea of a compliment needed some work.
“I usually wait and ask all the personal questions on a date, but tell me a little about your self.”
She took a small sip from her bottle, noting that he had trouble focusing on her. Drunk already? And here she was, not even buzzed yet. Now there was a tempting opportunity. How easy would it be to get him alone right then, under the pretense that he needed to walk off the alcohol. He'd probably never even see an attack coming.
But, again, where would the fun be in that?
"Me? Not much to tell." She shrugged, and leaned back against the bar lazily. "Just your average girl who likes to unwind on the dance floor after work. Just like all the others out there, I'm sure. How about you?" She turned the inquiry back on him easily. "What's your story?"
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 16, 2008 15:52:04 GMT -6
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“Not even close, but if you are we can go sit down.”
"Hardly," Amp retorted with a grin, and turned around. She saw the evil-eyed girl approaching, and returned the looks in full.
“You know what," she heard Same say over her shoulder, "I think I could use another drink. You want one, on me?”
Actually she'd rather take care of this little problem first. But she was technically on the job, so....
"I guess so," she agreed reluctantly, and turned to follow him off of the dance floor. She'd homed in on the other girl's footsteps, and heard her began to follow. However, as they reached the edge, Amp sent a directed pulse through the floor, strong enough to crack it. Right under the girl's high heel. Funny thing about high heels and cracks? They usually ended up in twisted ankles and sprawling falls. Not to mention a sprinkling of humiliation for someone wearing a short skirt and skimpy undergarments.
A satisfied smirk adorned Amp's face as they continued away from the commotion, and toward the bar. She perched on a stool and ordered another beer.
"For such a tall guy, you're not a bad dancer, Sam. A little stiff, maybe," she teased. "But not bad."
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 15, 2008 23:06:16 GMT -6
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”Not all guys think you’re the nightly special, sides I just ate.”
Amp snorted. "Funny," she remarked humorlessly.
“Come on it looks like you want to dance.”
She tilted her head to look at his outstretched hand. She deliberately ignored it, drained her beer, and stood up.
"See if you can keep up," she challenged as she brushed by.
It was the first time in a long time that Amp had gone dancing without her sister. But losing herself in the rhythm came easily and quickly as she joined the moving mass of bodies. After awhile, she had to admit she was having fun, though she had to keep reminding herself to stay somewhat close to Sam. She couldn't seem that interested just yet. Not when the game had only just begun.
During one whirl she noticed another girl shooting evil looks in her direction, for a reason beyond her grasp. Amp ignored her for the time being. If she came any closer, or tried to start something, she'd get more than an earful. The copper-headed sonic did not care for cat fights, nor would she be dragged into one.
Her arc took her back in Sam's direction, and she flashed a wink up at him. "Tired yet?" she taunted.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 15, 2008 13:39:54 GMT -6
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“Name’s Sam."
<"Yep,"> she thought to herself, as he shook her hand. <"He's the right guy.">
"It was the least I can do. The guy seemed pretty persistent and you seemed pretty annoyed. Why don’t you have a seat?”
"Thanks." She nodded and slid into the seat next to him.
“So what made you so mad at the world yesterday, you were pretty dismissive.”
Amp caught the teasing tone in his voice, and inwardly bristled. On the outside, she settled for rolling her eyes. Her smile took on a sour quality. "I got tired of being treated like the nightly special. I come here for fun, but apparently my definition differs from everyone else's."
No lie there. She found raiding and destruction of property immensely fun, especially when the residents happened to join in. No need to explain that to Sam though.
She lifted her drink to her lips, staring out at the swaying dancers. Her free hand tapped out the beat of the music on the table. Ever since she'd been able to hear, she listened to music whenever possible, especially the tunes with a heavy beat.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 14, 2008 21:12:26 GMT -6
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Amp spotted her target in the center of the dance floor. Apparently he hadn't had his fill the night before, and returned for seconds. He was surrounded by a number of women, and appeared to be lost in the beat of the music.
She turned toward the bar, and ordered a Fat Tire. She'd best go easy on the alcohol tonight, just to be on the safe side. Beer in hand, she leaned back to watch for awhile, going over in her head the information she'd received.
Sam Johnson. Age twenty-three. A trained super-soldier, rebelled and gone good. And causing his former employers a major headache as of late. Several attempts on his life had already failed, and they were hoping she might remedy the losing streak. Get close to him, gain his trust, then get rid of him.
She wasn't a hitman. Or hitwoman, if you wanted to be politically correct. There wasn't anything her new employer could give her that she couldn't get on her own, or through the Order. She didn't know Sam, and really didn't have anything against him.
But life had become exceedingly dull as of late, especially when Vibe had stopped clubbing with her. That silly aromatherapy hobby of hers took up more and more of her time, leaving Amp bored out of her mind. This new challenge was simply a game to her. Like a cat playing with a mouse or lizard. Or a spider stalking its prey.
Speaking of which.....
Amp watched the six-foot man make his way through the crowd, to the bar, then to an empty table to catch his breath. Perfect. She left her perch and made her way over to him.
"Hey there." She tapped him on the shoulder, something resembling a smile on her face. "I wanted to apologize. For snapping at you last night. Guess I was mad at the world." She shrugged, then added. "I guess I owe you a thank you for getting rid of that creep for me."
She held out her hand. "Name's Amanda." It was the first time in years that she'd given out her actual name. It felt weird coming out, too.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 14, 2008 19:08:28 GMT -6
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(OOC: So so so soooo sorry for the huge post. I promise to be shorter in the future, lol.)
Amp's foot began tapping irritably as the brown-haired guy wandered off to join the dancers. A scowl settled onto her petite features, and her fingers drummed on her glass. Her mood had already started spiraling from bad to worse, and the last few men that approached her had simply quickened the process. Even the pulsing music and chaotic show couldn't calm her now. In fact, it wouldn't take too much more to push her over the edge-
"Hey babe. Wanna make an easy fifty bucks?"
The redhead's knuckles around her glass turned white, and for two heartbeats, she froze. Finally she turned to look at this new fly in the seat next to her. The green-eyed, black-haired bundle of raging hormones with no brain would have stood at least half a foot taller than her, if not more. She smiled sweetly and tilted her head back.
"Isn't it kind of rude to get a girl all excited, before even giving her a kiss?"
With a pick up line like that, Amp wasn't surprised at all that the dolt actually leaned down toward her.
"I'm sorry. My manners must have passed out when they saw you coming."
She let him continue to move in, still smiling. Just before their lips made contact, she slid one hand around the back of his neck, and whispered,
"Well then, maybe this will wake them up."
Her nails dug into the sides of his neck. His eyes widened and he tried to jerk back, but she not only had her lips locked on his, but also had him wedged between the chair back and table. She sent out two sets of sound vibrations, both of which combined simultaneously to mask the sounds of his muffled screams, as his ear drums burst and his throat collapsed.
Amp pulled away an inch, hand still holding him in place as he choked, and lips still smiling.
"Sorry, 'babe'. You're a great kisser, but I'm not an easy girl. Ciao."
She released him and stood in a fluid motion, and strode away toward the door, leaving the man struggling to breathe. She made her way out the door, shoving past several people.
Outside, she paused, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. Her hand went to her necklace once more. That had been one of the first times she'd tried using her abilities without Vibe around. The vibranium worked perfectly, allowing her to function as if her sister were right there besides her. It felt good to be independent. Really good.
"Excuse me miss?"
Amp's scowl returned, and she began walking, ignoring what she automatically assumed was yet another hormone-driven jackass. She'd only taken a few step when someone grabbed her upper arm. She whirled, ready to do more than deafen the person.
"Easy! I mean harm! I have a proposition for you."
She glared at the trench-coated stranger, and growled out, "I have had my fill of propositions tonight, pal. If you don't let go in two seconds, I'll-"
"I'll make it very worth your while-"
"You want that kind of date, go trawl a whorehouse," she interrupted right back.
"I'm not looking for a date. I'm offering you a job. Call it 'pest control'," he added before Amp could gather herself for another rebuttal. She sneered.
"What do I look like? The Orkin Man?"
A flash of white teeth showed from underneath an oversized hat. "The Orkin Man doesn't have the skills you just demonstrated back there."
The copper-haired sonic narrowed her eyes warily. She let herself be guided toward the shadows cast by the nearby building, then pulled her arm away.
"What skills?"
"Skills that only a mutant could claim. And skills that could easily take on pest equally endowed."
Amp snorted and placed her hands on her hips. "Look pal, I've had a rough night that only started to look up in the last five minutes. If you don't stop beating around the bush and get to the point, I'm gonna make sure the evening gets even better. For me."
The man chuckled, and Amp's hackles visibly raised. But rather than say anything else, he handed over a set of mug shots. She was only mildly surprised to recognize the least idiotic of the men hitting on her in the nightclub. In fact, he hadn't really come on to her, just spared someone else his hearing. She shrugged.
"It's a picture. So what?"
"That's a picture of the pest I want you to get rid of. We'll make it well worth your while."
Amp fiddled with her necklace. She didn't need money, thanks to her working with the Order, and she didn't need much in the way of fun either. Any other time, she would have dropped this trench-coated insect and moved on without a second glance. But she was in a foul mood, and needed some serious stress relief. somehow, taking out her irritability on somebody else, as painfully as possible, sounded..... appealing.
She glanced at the mug shot again.
"I'm listening."
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Amp made her way to the same nightclub the next evening. After going through the same ID hassle as the night before, she stood at the edge of the swaying crowd, looking around.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 14, 2008 15:41:38 GMT -6
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(OOC: Thanks to Werecat for inspiration. )
Sometimes it just didn't pay to be petite. Like when you wanted a drink. How many times did the same bartender need to see your ID, and be half-deafened, before they got the point that you were older than twenty-one?
For that matter, how many lame pick up lines did you have to shoot down before the word went out that you weren't available?
Amp had begun to think the answers to those questions didn't exist. She sat at a cabaret table on the edge of the dance floor, drinking in the chaotic beat pulsing from the speakers. One hand fiddled with the thin gold chain and the seemingly shapeless chunk of metal that hung as a pendant at her throat. She could feel the vibranium metal vibrating between her fingers, pulsing with her sister's vibrations. Vibe had been busy, again, so the dainty redhead came to the club alone. Again. And apparently the guys took that as an invitation.
<"Morons,"> she thought to herself as she sent yet another pair on their way. At least this duo had creative come-ons, and thus walked away with only headaches and ringing ears. The last one to break out 'Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?' didn't even make it past 'it', before the copper-haired sonic burst his eardrums. What truly struck her as amusing, was the fact that it took a full two minutes before anyone realized that his writhing and screaming had nothing to do with the rave-style dancing.
Humans were so obtuse. All of them.
"Hey there, darling."
Scratch that. Obtuse didn't quite describe this one's stupidity.
"I must be hunting for gold, 'cause I'm digging your chest."
.....
Yeah. Stupid didn't quite cut it either. He wasn't even worth wasting brainpower on.
"Step off, loser." Amp didn't bother to turn around. At least it couldn't get too much worse.
"Ouch! A hot redhead with a cold attitude? Sounds like the makings for a steamy evening."
Lesson learned? Never think things couldn't possibly get worse.
"Last warning," Amp growled. "Beat it."
"Aww, come on Red. Why ya gotta be so harsh? I'm-"
“S’cuse me guy. Sorry I’m late, who’s your friend?”
Amp narrowed her neon green eyes as yet another blockhead made an unwelcome appearance. What was this? Was there a sign hanging somewhere that said 'Free Redhead With Every Drink'? 'All You Can Hit On Buffet'??
The first man glared at the second for interrupting his 'action'. On the positive side, he decided to go fishing somewhere else. On the negative side, that still left the Sonic Sister with one unwanted visitor to deal with.
“Sorry looked like he couldn’t take a hint so I figured I would help you out.”
"You're right. He couldn't. So how 'bout you take it for him?" She picked up her glass, turned in her chair and settled her gaze on the dance floor in an obvious dismissal of the newcomer.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 12, 2008 22:11:44 GMT -6
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(OOC: This is Vibe's FP intro.)
”I said I wanted lavender. Not lilac. Lavender. Say it with me. Lav-en-der. Lilac is spring, happy, cheery scent to put in the window when you clean house. Lavender is what you use when the whole hates you and you want to go jump off of the Brooklyn Bridge. Understood? Good. I’ll expect to see my lavender by the end of the day. Well, I don’t know. You messed up the order, you figure it out. Ciao!”
Vibe flipped her phone closed on the protests coming from the other end of the line. Rolling her eyes, she turned to the salesman in front of her. Arrayed on the counter were a variety of glistening gems, set atop a bed of black velvet.
”Sorry ‘bout that,” she apologized, pulling a smile onto her face. ”Good help is hard to find. You’d think if people were going to sell something, they would know their stock.”
The forty-ish aged man nodded sagely. ”Indeed, Miss. It seems that so many take no pride in their craft these days. It’s a shame.”
”I agree. And speaking of pride....” Vibe pushed the velvet cloth back toward the man. ”.... how about you show me some real diamonds.”
The salesman tilted his head slightly, looking at her over his librarian-style glass. ”Real diamonds? I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, Miss. These are some of our finest quality stones, each one cut with precision, and polished with individual care. Each one has only minimal inclusions, none of which are visible to the naked eye. And each one displays the trademark, colorless brilliance our establishment is know f-“
”They’re G’s.”
”Beg pardon?”
Vibe sighed and rolled her eyes again. ”G’s. You know, as in color? These are all G’s with blue fluorescence. Except this one. This one looks like an H.” She lifted one of the stones, along with the jeweler’s loop, and gave it a closer inspection. ”Hmm. Maybe a low-grade G. Meh.” She replaced the gem disdainfully, and leaned back. ”Of course, normally I wouldn’t mind so much, even with the prices you’re quoting.. But this particular client is enough of a purist that she’ll notice the difference. So....”
Vibe smiled sweetly and leaned forward on the counter. ”Let’s see the E’s. No fluorescence.”
The sales clerk held her gaze for several moments. Then his easy smile returned, and he bowed. ”You know your stones, Miss.”
Vibe shrugged. ”That’s why others pay me to do their shopping.”
He nodded once in acknowledgment. ”I will be right back.”
"Ooh! Ya got me!" Amp dramatically clapped a hand over her chest and fell back onto the car's hood.
"The First National Bank, you wouldn't be interested in a cut as well would you?" Geo asked. She thought about it momentarily, but was quickly distracted.
"Why hello there beautiful."
She rolled her eyes and sat back up as Swizel slid out next to her.
"Chill the hormons stretch." Amp nodded agreement with Jinx.
"Yeah, please do. Unless you want to chill permanently, which I'm pretty sure I can find a way to arrange."
"Enough chatter, kids. Let's get this show on the road."
"Yeah, yeah. You lot enjoy enjoy your fun. I have a more personalized withdrawl to make." Grinning coldly, she held up a bundle of cards, liberated from her last 'date'. "And a family reunion to arrange. Ciao!"
She waved her fingers in a fake-cheerful goodbye, then slid back to her feet. She strode over toward the door leading inside, and disappeared.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 5, 2008 15:45:18 GMT -6
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Amp:[/u]
Won't You Come Into My Parlour? (Intro thread) - Amp is introduced as the Black Widow her hatred of men has evolved her into.
Gathering of the Omegas - Amp momentarily crashes a meeting of Geo and his gang, Isabel, Shade and Seraph. The First National Bank hasn't payed their 'security deposit'. Amp opts out of the collection, since she has a couple of collections of her own that she needs to make.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 3, 2008 20:08:36 GMT -6
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Before any of the vehicles could leave the garage, another came roaring in from the outside, threatening to run down the bikes. The little black beetle screeched sideways and skidded to a halt just a little too close for the comfort of most. The engine powered down, and the driver's side door popped open.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Omega Rugrats."
On the heels of the taunt came a loud screech, combining with the radio to start a painfully high feedback loop. Abruptly the music went dead. The redheaded driver smirked in satisfaction.
"How many times do I have to tell you kids, loud music is bad for your health. Among other things."
Amp swaggered around the back of her car, and popped her rear onto the hood of Geo's full car, preventing them from leaving just yet.
"Hey Issie, Shade, Seraph. You three are babysitting today, huh?"
She grinned at Geo through the windshield, ignoring the looks from the rest of his gang.
"So who forgot to pay their bills?" she asked, knowing the rock mutant often took on the 'collection' jobs for the Order. She had no intention of going along, but that didn't stop her from being curious. Or from pestering the younger Order members whenever possible.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 3, 2008 13:40:15 GMT -6
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Two days later, passers-by paused at a newsstand to buy their daily paper. The story of a NYC up-and-coming accountant, suspected of embezzlement, and found drowned in his own bathtub was passed by as nothing unusual. With the exception of the fact that his internal organs had almost all burst, and his bones were shattered almost into non-existence, it was just another New York homicide. Weren’t there enough of them already? But aliens spotted at the Empire State Building? That was news.
The newspaper let itself be folded and whisked away to its eventual, and inevitable, fate as just another flyswatter.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 3, 2008 13:38:11 GMT -6
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Amp frowned at the woman in the bathroom mirror, as she adjusted her top once more. She couldn’t quite get her bra to sit properly, and it annoyed her. Finally she sighed, and gave up. She looked alright, anyway. It had taken nearly twenty minutes to get herself rearranged properly, but at least now she was on the homestretch. Only makeup left now. Starting with the bleeding cut at her temple. She dabbed the blood away carefully, and applied a liquid bandage.
”You know, Donnie, I must admit, you’ve got a nice place here, though I’d have never guessed from the outside. Most people with your credit line go for the penthouses and country estates.”
She began applying foundation to hide the cut, leaning forward to be sure she covered it well, then moved onto the rest of her face.
”If you want my opinion though, it’s not very smart keeping to carry around your social security card like that. Thieves don’t always look for the obvious hit.”
Foundation done, on to the eyes. They just needed some sprucing really, and a bit more eyeliner. The bright green irises added their own certain ‘glow’, so flashy shadow was a bit of an overkill.
”Sorry about that antique vase, by the way. You know how it goes when you’re in the heat of things.”
A little bit of peachy blush on the apples of her cheeks, a quick reapply of matching lipstick, readjust the silver choker and pendant at her throat, and viola! Finished. She smiled at her reflection.
”I’d offer to replace it, but you just made such a fuss! You know? You were right.” She gracefully slid onto the closed toilet seat, next to the bathtub, and crossed her legs. ”You really are a sore loser.”
She smiled, down at the still form that lay at the bottom of the tile basin. Donnovan stared up at her, eyes wide and darting, and the only part of him able to move. He flinched slightly, unsuccessfully trying to move his bare, broken limbs. A thin line of crimson trickled from the corner of his mouth down his neck, his crushed vocal chords no longer able to even whimper. Amp reached down, and lightly traced a line with her nail across his bare chest.
”You know, Donnie, I actually have to commend you. You almost, almost, made this a challenge for me. It’s been awhile since I’ve had to do this much damage to one of my date’s insides. Usually a few broken bones and crushed vocal chords does the trick. But you? Well.... I’ve only had to shake apart three people so far. Four with you. You should feel privileged.” Her frigid smirk could have frozen lava, and a shudder managed to make its way through the man’s exposed body.
Amp sighed, and leaned her head in her hand. ”Well, Donnie, I guess since I won our bet, and it doesn’t look like you’re up for another one, I’d best be on my way. Besides....” She reached out and turned on the faucet, letting a gentle rain fall from the top of the showerhead. The cold liquid began puddling below the man’s body, unable to find a way past the closed drain. ”.... You really need a cold shower.” She winked, then stood and left, closing the door quietly behind her.
She glanced around the disheveled bedroom, spied Donnovan’s wallet, and removed the cash, about two hundred dollars worth, the credit cards, his social security card, and a list of passwords. She shook her head as she stashed the bundle in her purse, and made her way to the front door.
I promise to be shorter in the future, lol.)
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