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 Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:05 pm
 TEAM OC
FlygonJinn and Ixtaek and ElphabaTheDelerious Only~
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:11 pm
1. Be Ixtaek of FlygonJinn or ElphabaTheDelerious.
2. We know the rules.
3. No KIWs or KISs please smile
4. Post colors:
Inca
Cora
Jay
Allie
Diego
Mike
Otherwise post in your normal color.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 11:01 am
They could have avoided the whole thing, he would have realized if things had gone differently. They had chosen the old chemical factory as a practice ground simply because it was abandoned. The city might have even thanked them had they knocked it over. Not so much with an entire apartment complex. It was roomy enough anyway for the simulated fight.
Inca and Allie had been exchanging physical and mental blows for half an hour now.Tempers running high just made it that much more entertaining.
Allie chose yet again to deliver yet another verbal cheap shot that Jay couldn't quite catch. In a confusing single moment, it all happened.Inca didn't deflect the next unseen attack and went flying into a row of suspicious-looking barrels.
The air filled with some sort of choking cloud that might have been any color for all he knew. He couldn't breathe or see, much less process what had just happened. Instinct told him to GET OUT and he teleported a ways down the street. It was just in time to watch the warehouse shudder, collapse, and burst into flames. Even as emergency vehicles rushed down the street, he knew somewhere the ugly fact that noone could have survived that. He knew this but knew more that his head hurt excruciatingly and he just wanted to sleep.
He woke up in a dimly lit room, which was painted in grays and the world's ugliest shade of dark green. He was in a bed,and something was pinching his arm. There was a steady beeping coming from the something. Hospital, he finally realized. But why a hospital? He blinked at the date written on the whiteboard. March the 14th. Despite his foggy thoughts on everything else, he remembered. His and Inca's first wedding anniversary. Knowing this, he couldn't waste any more time here. Reaching over to pull the irritating needles out, it finally struck him why he was there. The accident, yesterday replayed at a dizzying rate in his mind.
"No," he said, "NO!" He realized stupidly that someone was trying to stop him from getting up. He hardly looked at the blonde woman, not even enough to tell if it was his sister-in-law or just a nurse. Whatever restraints they tried were useless anyway. He simply vanished again and reappeared at the scene of the accident.
There was no building to tell him it hadn't happened. Instead Jay found himself standing on a pile of rubble. He collapsed, kneeling amidst the destruction. He really didn't care who saw him there, in a flimsy gown and his underwear. His wife, the very love of his life, was dead. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else ever would matter. Not even the splitting headache he still had was a distraction from his raw, incapacitating grief.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 7:52 pm
I felt the heat, searing, painful… then quiet. I opened one eye carefully. The force of the explosion had blasted me out of the wreckage, slamming me painfully into a wall. The rubble was all around… I felt my consciousness slipping away… I had to find… Jay…
I sat up quickly and cracked my head on a concrete slab. “ Ow!!” I felt the bump carefully, but it didn’t appear to be bleeding. I waited to see if I had any signs of concussions, but my patience wore thin. I pushed on the slab and found that it lifted away with some effort. I struggled out of the debris and looked around. It was still evening, I must not have been out for very long.
“Jay? Ms. Black?” I called. No response. There was no one around the warehouse’s empty shell. I gasped for air, feeling dizzy. “Jay?! JAY?!”
I felt around for my keys and finally found them, but I couldn’t find my car. The blast must have knocked it away, if it hadn’t blown it into a million pieces. I began running towards the house, not caring if people saw me or knew who I was. I felt the horrible thoughts swirling around my mind, exuding from my skin like a black mist.
…could have died… could be injured… could need rescuing…
I got to the house and slammed the key in the lock. I hoped, hoped beyond hope, that Jay would be there, that he had teleported there when the explosion happened…
The apartment was abandoned. Everything was as we had left it this morning, down to the nightclothes strewn on the bedroom floor. Everything… except the clock. In small numbers on the bottom was the date.
March 15th.
The day AFTER my anniversary.
Two days after the explosion.
TWO DAYS.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 9:22 pm
Jay was dead to the world and the world was dead to him. The clean-up workers, when they arrived at the site showed nothing
that they recognized the patient that had vanished from the hospital. They merely shooed away the unauthorized person without a gas mask.
He wandered through the streets in a daze the rest of the day, ignoring the sun's display of time, ignoring his body's desire for food. Despite the sun reminding everyone it was spring, in California, it was cold, so cold. It felt no different when the sun went down and rose again. Besides several rests wherein he just slumped against the wall of an alleyway for an hour or so, he just kept moving slowly. The physical pain in his feet was nothing compared to what else he felt.
Somehow, the man made his way to the park. The few benches occupied at this time of the morning were of course full of young couples,
smiling, laughing, growing closer together. There was so much happiness floating through the air, he could almost see it. It was sickening.
How could they keep their happiness when his was gone; gone forever. It was as if the world was mocking him and his loss. It's not fair. Why not me? Why not?. He had never been the type to experience a level of schadenfreude that went beyond slapstick-level incidents. He hardly remembered who he was anymore. All he knew was that he had to drag these people down to his level.
He got a chance and the inkling of an idea when on one bench, the man got up to go get snacks or whatever for him and the girl seated beside him. He walked over to the girl and simply greeted her, releasing enough pheromones to have a calming effect. "You know", he said, using his power even more, "You can totally do better.
Just-just break up." The look in her eyes was the passive acceptance of the especially susceptible, who would do whatever he asked under the influence. Jay relocated to behind a tree to watch what would happen. Sure enough, the man came back and the couple launched into a sudden argument that left them storming off in different
directions. It wasn't enough though. Everyone had to feel down. He went around to the few others in the park, and did the same thing with varying levels of success.
He froze in his steps when he noticed the two running through the grass, chasing butterflies. The woman with the blonde hair- she looked so much like, well someone he knew at least. He walked up slowly, brow furrowed in confusion. It indeed looked so much like his wife. That couldn't be; she was dead. She couldn't be running around the park, much less with someone else.
Even so, his broken heart fluttered at the idea that maybe it would all be okay after all. He stared intently at a spot beyond the two with an odd half-grin. "He-hey. What would you be
doing here?...Inca?" He spoke the name as a question and barely audible. Something was wrong here, but he couldn't quite place it through his swirling thoughts.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 10:53 pm
Cora saw Jay coming and was about to wave to him, but something about his intense, focused vagueness was frightening. She grabbed Mike’s hand for reassurance.
“Hey… what would you be doing here… Inca?”
Jay’s eyes weren’t quite fixed on her, but Cora suddenly felt as if there was nothing in the world but the three of them. Her head swam… heart sped up… she suddenly felt magnetized to Jay… a dim part of her mind recognized this feeling… pheromones… he was pheromoning her…
“Jay… I’m… I’m not…” Her protests trailed off. Why fight with him? Something was wrong, very wrong, if he was confusing her with Inca…
She let go off Mike’s hand and reached for Jay, her mind awash in the confused desire to please, to make him happy…
“I was just catching butterflies… I’m not doing anything special…” She didn’t even notice Mike stiffening beside her, offended. Her whole brain was focused on Jay… wonderful, handsome, kind, beautiful Jay…
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 11:48 pm
I gasped as I awoke, my lungs inhaling an unhealthy amount of dust, making me cough desperately until the dust was replaced by oxygen.
"Where....where the hell am I?" My voice didn't even sound like mine...it sounded like that of some chain smoker's or something. I moved to get up, but immediately froze, screaming in agony as my back exploded with pain, so much that it knocked me back onto my stomach.
'C-cora...Inca....Jay....somebody....please....help me....'
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:15 am
(This is Diego, fyi...)
I felt the explosion before I heard or saw it. I had been called to a late meeting at the office, going over paperwork for a new trial the boss wanted me to take. I was looking over the details of the report, coffee in hand, when a slight tremor rocked the room gently. I doubt my boss even noticed, but I saw the dark liquid in my mug ripple. At first I dismissed it as a side effect of Boss Man’s rather impressive girth as he paced the floor above me, but a flash of light at the window had me abandoning my desk and running outside.
“What happened?” I asked a random passerby, grabbing him by the shoulders.
“Dunno… all I hear is there was a big explosion up in the warehouse district…” He shrugged me off and joined the crowd of ambulance chasers.
Warehouses.
Allie.
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. I felt my heart constrict and raced to my car, not caring what my boss thought. I had to find her, now. I couldn’t lose her too…
I rushed through the streets, honking at pedestrians and taking several corners too sharp. She would be ok, she had be ok, she was going to be ok! I reached into the glove compartment and fished out my mask. A random lawyer wouldn’t be let near the scene of the accident, but Nine Lives would. I could find her, affirm that she was alright, then help find the other survivors. She HAD to be one of them. She HAD to.
The warehouse was aflame when I got there. I had to park a block away and run there so no one would recognize my car. The firemen seemed relieved to see super help had arrived, and I quickly ran into the building.
The fire licked at me, but the material my suit was made of seemed capable of resisting it, and my body automatically healed the burns as they formed. I held my breath against the smoke and listened. I could hear someone weakly calling for help from under the rubble.
“Allie Cat?!” I rushed to the mound as focused a beam of energy on a slab, disintegrating it. Allie was huddled behind it, coughing piteously. I tried to help her out, but she screamed, clearly in pain.
I quickly found a sliver of shattered glass and cut my thumb on it, trickling a drop of blood in her mouth. Healing powers certainly had their uses in these types of situations. After a few minutes her breathing became slightly less panicked, and I scooped her up and took her outside.
Just as I did, the building collapsed behind me. The firefighters refused to let me look for more survivors and bundled Allie off into the ambulance. I hurried back to the car and drove to the hospital, changing into my work attire as I went and calling my boss to let him know what had happened.
I did a few quick calculations. Ms. Rect and Officer Meekins had both backed out of the training that day, citing various excuses that boiled down to they were going on a date. Which meant only Allie, Jay, and Mrs. Walker had been present during the fire. I let out a long relieved sigh. If Jay had been there, he would have teleported himself and his wife to safety, surely. Everything was going to be fine.
It had to be.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 12:48 pm
Losing control of his power had been one of the few concerns of a saner Jay Walker. In his current state, however, he didn't even hardly notice. He also paid little regard yet to the dozen or so women that had gathered a few feet behind him. All his attention was focused on the woman that might just be his wife. And the man beside her. One of his best friends...and her. It didn't make sense. He became aware of a dull rage that had been building under his grief. If what might be going on indeed was-no he'd just have to put an end to it.
Even half-crazed, he couldn't summon the will to strike a friend. Delegation, however, he was quite familiar with. Getting someone else to do it was the idea. Yes. Someone convenient, under his control. He looked at the girl's face with its dreamy and a tad dopey grin. He snapped his fingers and gave the command in two words, "Get him." Turning at the slight sound of a cough behind him, he finally noticed the pack at his heels.
Hmmm, if they will all do that... A half-formed plan was swirling in his mind. He was hurting and someone would pay. He just wasn't sure who yet. "Come find me," he commanded, not even seeing if his first had been done. With that, he departed to go wander the streets aimlessly again.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:17 pm
The sun rose the next morning on a city in chaos. Hundreds were missing, almost all of them women who had suddenly, in the midst of their lives, stood up and walked out the door to join a large crowd in the streets. Concerned husbands had followed some, with disastrous results. The few men left were forced into hiding by a sudden, militaristic uprising by the city’s females.
Though the police, at least the ones left, were baffled, they had reports of a red-headed man leading the ‘troops’, a man that the sketchy reports had failed to identify. All of the female cops who had tried to infiltrate the ranks hadn’t come back.
The only other lead they had was on what was apparently the leader’s second-in-command. A green and purple-wearing blonde woman who dispatched any man who crossed her path with an eerie smile. She had been positively ID’ed… as Cora Rect. The cheerful but previously harmless prosecutor. The chief of the homicide division, who’s wife had run off to join the ‘army’, suspected she was being controlled; in all his dealings with the prosecutor she had always been completely sweet and a little naïve. There was no way such a woman would ever commit murder willingly.
~
“Sorry, but you’re a nuisance to Jay.” The last word was spoken with undying warmth and affection. Cora leveled the gun she had picked up off a police officer at the man and pulled the trigger. The gun clicked, out of bullets. She sighed and threw it over her shoulder, kicking the man in the chest and waving a few of the girls over to finish him off.
Jay hadn’t seemed to be in a good mood with her, but she hoped she could change that by removing any possible obstacle to their love, just as she had to the first man who had tried to come between them. He’d been so difficult to put down, really. What with all the crying and shouting so that her ears hurt. She was fairly certain she’d done it properly though. If not, it wasn’t like he’d be getting very far with two broken legs. Cora hummed cheerfully and looked for a new gun.
She liked to be prepared, after all.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 7:06 am
NO one tried to steal Mike Meekins's girlfriend, not even his supposed best friend. Especially not after what had happened in high school. He'd just never expected the laid-back friendly detective superhero to try.
The day had started quite pleasantly, actually. He and Cora had "just so happened" to wind up at the park, together. It was spring, and the butterflies were out. Naturally, the couple had resorted to doing what eternal children did-chasing them.
They had been interrupted by Jay's arrival. He looked...off, barely dressed and staring at them. Obviously, he must have had some dastardly plan because he spoke three words and Cora was suddenly paying no attention to anything Mike said or did. "WHAT are you doing?!" he shouted. Neither person paid him any mind. He was used to, but not from his friends.
Confused, he was thereby taken off guard when Cora attacked. She just went absolutely vicious, knocking him down and pummeling him with force that her small frame should not have been able to produce. He couldn't bear to hit back, so he was reduced to curling up on the ground crying and pleading. Before she could kill him, though, she just suddenly stopped and trotted off in the same direction Jay and his little mob of women, none of whom were his wife, had gone. Immobilized by pain, his last thoughts before painless unconsciousness were why, oh why, had he been betrayed?
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 11:25 am
Allie awoke to find herself lying in a bed in a grey room, and she could hear the rhythmic beeping of what she soon realized was a heart monitor. A hospital; she was in a hospital.
Cora....I have to find Cora.... she thought, starting to sit up. That, unfortunately, set the alarms at her bedside off, and nurses began to swarm around her, trying to order her to lay back down.
"No....NO!" She shouted, sending a telepathic shockwave out of her body, knocking the nurses and all the equipment back. Without even thinking about it, she pulled the IV drip from her arm and got up. She saw her clothes sitting in a chair in the corner and quickly changed, then hurried out of the hospital before anybody else came to stop her.
"Cora..." she thought hard to her best friend. "Cora, come on....where are you?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 12:04 pm
Terror had fell on the city like an early moonless night of deepest winter. The self-professed King of Los Angeles had grown his army quickly, the recruits being the city's most gullible women. Those men brave and stupid enough to interfere found themselves severely beaten at first and brutally murdered as the day went on. As his forces reached the hundreds, they had taken on a rough semblance of organization. Most of the orders went through the "Circle", a group of thirteen elites, elite being in this case blonde, green-eyed, small-framed women.
As March 15th's sun rose, it found the psychotic leader himself perched in his makeshift mobile throne, the driver's seat of a ruined bus. It was pulled slowly down the street by some of the lower ranks. The man himself looked about as haggard and hastily put together as the army itself. His stolen clothes had been hastily dyed a deep violet that still did little to hide the bloodstains from the previous owner. They hung poorly on his lanky build. Blood trickled slowly from a cut on his forehead, a souvenir from one poor knife-wielding fool. The man reached up to wipe it away from his eye. It wound up smudged into his bright orange loose and dirty hair.
The vehicle's mirrors gave an excellent view of the destruction they had already wrought. He had a dull, yet unnerving grin at the thought that they might yet take the whole city. He hadn't found any one person to blame for what had happened so it would just be everyone's fault. If his wife still indeed walked the streets, he might would find her. Jay wasn't about to forget her, fearing only that, and so he kept those that looked most like her close. At the rate the masses moved, they would reach his former dwelling within hours. Only time would tell what would happen then. WIP
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 1:33 pm
Inca finally found the strength to pull away from the clock and staggered back to the bedroom. Ugh, what a mess… she thought, scooping up a clean looking lilac sundress. I should clean this up before Jay gets back…
Jay.
He wasn’t at the house, and it had been two days since the accident. Which meant he had either been gravely wounded and was in the hospital, or was… Inca shook her head sharply and changed into the fresh, non-blood splattered clothing. She put ointment on her burns and hobbled to the door, determined to walk to the hospital.
She reached the street just as a familiar black car raced past, then backed up and stopped in front of her. The driver barely cracked his window to speak through.
“Mrs. Walker?! You’re alive?!”
Inca blinked at the man in the car. It was Diego Armando, Ms. Black’s… boyfriend. “What’s going on, Mr. Armando? I woke up under the rubble, and there’s no sign of Jay anywhere…”
Diego frowned and unlocked the doors. “Get in… and hurry. No telling how far they’ve gotten…”
Inca got into the car quickly as Diego snapped the window shut again, feeling oddly light-headed even though she had only been standing for a few moments outside. The lawyer took off from the curb and raced down the streets. Inca was going to comment that such driving was dangerous, but she quickly saw it was too late for such warnings. There were vehicles crashed into lightpoles, flipped over on the sidewalk, even run through a storefront. The roads were abandoned, eerily silent. Inca huddled in a small ball in the back of the car. The air conditioning was on full blast, with the exterior vents closed.
“What’s going on? Where is everyone?”
“All the men are either dead, injured, or in hiding. The women… at least the ones who aren’t holed up at the hospital, are all in ‘the army’.”
“The army?”
Diego swerved around an abandoned car and kept driving. “That’s what they’re calling it. Most of the city’s women have suddenly and violently rebelled, leaving their husbands, children, jobs, and homes, to join a large force of belligerent females led by…”
“Jay.”
Diego looked at her in the rearview mirror, eyes soft with sympathy. Inca hugged her arms, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the frigid air conditioning. She had been gone for two days… the explosion could have, should have killed her. It was only reasonable to assume she had died, and while she was gone, he had replaced her with…
Diego’s cell phone rang and he picked it up. After a few terse words he hung up, and Inca could have sworn she heard him stifle a sob. “We… we’re going to take a detour, kitten. Aerial surveillance has located a survivor in the park.” He was silent a moment. “Allie’s gone missing as well… they think she might have…”
Inca understood. She might have run off to join the ‘army’ forming in the streets. She could only hope Cora was someplace safe, away from all this madness. She had been with Officer Meekins the day of the explosion…
They reached the park and Diego told her to stay put and hold her breath whenever the doors were opened. A sickly, rust colored fog covered the park. Inca took a deep breath and held it as Diego jumped from the car, slamming the door behind him, and rushed to the only moving figure amid all the others lying like so many broken dolls on the ground. Diego lifted him and came back to the car, signaling her to hold her breath again. She did so as he opened the door and slid the victim in as carefully as he could for his haste.
Inca gasped involuntarily, inhaling a small amount of the fog. Immediately her whole body began to shiver uncontrollably, and an intense yearning filled her, a yearning to find the source of this fog and make him happy, so, so happy… Diego snapped the door shut and got in the front before realizing she was being affected. He pointed the a/c vent at her and waited, scanning nervously for foes. After a few moments the effect subsided, and Inca seemed a bit more clear-headed.
“Pheromones… but he’s never been able to produce so many of them like this…” She looked at the man who had flopped across her lap, in too much pain to even remain conscious, and remembered why she had gasped in spite of Diego’s warning.
The man was Officer Mike Meekins.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 3:09 pm
The moment that Allie stepped through the doors of the hospital and found herself out on the street, she was hit by the rust-colored fog and she began to feel whoozy, this overwhelming desire flooding through her.
I...I have to....have to find him....have to make him happy, she thought, her thoughts solely focused on locating the man responsible for the fog. With this as her only goal in mind, she began to stumble down the street, determined to find him.
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