AGE
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SEXUALITY
Hetero
OCCUPATION
Club Enforcer
Beta Mutant
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Jul 16, 2019 18:50:01 GMT
Post by Ironsides on Jul 16, 2019 18:50:01 GMT
 - Chicken Fried - "A cold Beer on a Friday Night." When you lived the life of a selfish dick you didn't have much standards to uphold. As a cold blooded killer he only had those that he held dear and considered family. The love that he did feel for them just seemed like something good enough to die for. Fools didn't die easy but they would die bloody. Death was easy to sink into the Darkness and just let the mind go blank. The ringing in his head from the explosion and the pain from the shrapnel numbed everything out. The metal receded from his skin as he fell limp there.
GADEM agents arrived on the scene via chopper and he had scientist and medics at his side. His eyes barely opened to see Samuel standing by the chipper door. The annoyed look on his face made William smirk and raise a weak finger to flip him off. Then the heart monitor flat lined and his hand fell. Back inside the bowels of GADEM William was stitched up, Brought back but with a modification that would change his life when he woke.
||Two Weeks Later||
Miles away in a small town far away from the bustling city streets. Just 30 miles outside Athens Georgia there resides a little town known as sun dale. A place right out of paradise filled with happy times and suburbia. Down the quaint little street the view of a blue painted home comes into sight. The shudders a brilliant red against the sky blue rooted in lush green grass. Birds are singing the sun awake as the town comes to life for the first time. Andrew would slowly start to stir as the sun hit his pale flesh.
At the back of his neck a tattoo or more like a small symbol. With a blink of red light False memories fill his brain making his haze fall away. This is when he notices the bed it empty and her can hear voices down the hall. As he looked over at his phone he realizes that today is church day and he quickly gets ready. A routine new to this man but his brain paralyzed by the nano chip. Moving down the all in his 'Sunday best.' His eyes would fall upon the scene of a little girl sitting at the table feeding the golden retriever bacon under out of moms view.
"Good morning Monkey." Andrew spoke with a smile as he patted her on the head and moved around the island counter in the kitchen. The woman there washing up the breakfast pan was a breath taking brunette. The love of his life in this new version and his arms slid around her waist. "Good morning Beautiful." his voice was a whisper in her ear before he grabbed a piece of bacon off the plate. "We gotta get moving my two beautiful girls. Pastor Jim isn't gonna be happy if we are late again."
Taking a few quick bites he would put the dog out the back door and he would head to Church with his family. Listening to the preacher talk about forgiveness of sins he just smirked and leaned back in the pew. Everything was so peaceful in this life but there was just the tiniest nagging that something was wrong. However he pushed that to the back of his mind as jitters from the battlefield. After church they headed to the town wide barbecue. Annabelle ran off to play with her friends and Andrew listened to the music.
Grabbing Nora's hand he would pull her towards the dance floor with a smile. Twirling her in a spin she would come crashing back towards him. A hand on her waist as The danced and he moved her around the dance floor. She sure was a sight to look it in the cute black sun dress. Honestly he wouldn't imagine his life getting any better.
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Post by gogo on Jul 19, 2019 0:12:45 GMT
[googlefont="Comfortaa"] ♡ Another life The quiet serenity leaked into every crack and crevice of the old building. The floorboards creaked and groaned under the intruding footstep of exploration. Sound logic and good reason would tell her that this was a bad place. Though her heart belonged here. It felt like home. It felt safe and familiar. It felt like her past.
Dusty shot glasses lined the counter top. The jukebox flickered to life playing a strained rendition of Blue Oyster Cults "Don't fear the reaper." She was here, and yet she was not here. This visionists future of a life she never knew and was still drawn too. Playing cards littered the ground. There it was joined by bloodstains vomit and stripper's panties.
Nora stepped over these things with caution and intrigue. She couldn't deny that this was no part of a life she would have ever lived. Her moral upstanding would not upstand. She was raised a good catholic girl with traditional values. Mind your manners. Please and thank you. Respect your elders. She moved past a pool table that had a bag of money on it sitting next to a bag of drugs. A single spotlight shinned on the two of them. Like it was some choice. It felt like a fork in the road. A deciding path.
She moved up to it slowly as the jukebox continued to soundtrack her confusion and amazement. The guitar riffs only heightening the tension as her hand swooped over the soft broken in leather of the duffel. The swinging light fixture above her send shadows dancing and racing across the bar. She was here. Totally and utterly alone she found herself. In the midst of chaos and peace. She didn't want to leave this place. She wanted to tug at the string and see the mystery unravel before her eyes. She started to reach for the drugs when she was pulled away.
The soft kiss of sunlight on her eyelids brought her back from this dream. Nora sat up and rubbed her eyes. Andrew was still sleeping peacefully. She felt that odd sensation of deja vu and then it was gone. As quickly as it had come she had forgotten about it. Blinking a few times she stretched and yawned. Scratching the back of her head before leaning over and planting a kiss on Andrew's head. He was a good man. A good husband, and most importantly a good father.
It was her abilities, the ones she didn't even know she had that let her peak behind the curtain, and this hadn't been the first night. She had been to that same bar for the past few nights. Still unsure as to what it meant. Her mind was resisting the assimilation. She was remembering and not remembering a thing. Nora quickly gathered some clothes and got herself a quick shower. She didn't want to be late for church and already there was a mountain of tasks ahead of her.
Nora slipped into a black dress and something wholy unwholesome underneath. Hot pink and lace. Naughty fabric that Andrew would surely like later, but it was not time for that. The morning belonged to god and she went about her duties with quiet fascination over the dream she was already beginning to forget details about. The drugs in her system were strong. They were enough to overpower even her mind and finer details flew out of focus.
Church was a provocative sermon. Pastor Jim spoke about evil and the humanity in their fellow man. That we should love each other for our differences as well as our similar qualities, but for Nora, she felt as if he were speaking of something much larger. The sermon ended with Pastor Jim saying that he would see everyone at the big town BBQ. Nora followed her family and didn't say much on the ride over. Her mind was pulled back to that strange dream and she deserpately wanted to know what it meant. She wanted to know why such a place of ill repute would call to her so much and she frowned. Feeling as if pastor Jim's sermon should have been more about her wanting to indulge in her own personal evils.
Never the less her worries were swept away when Andrew took her by the hand and twirled her around. They were dancing in front of everyone and she didn't care. Eyes were all over them as they were the first to really start dancing at the event and other couples joined in but for a moment they were special. For a moment Andrew reminded everyone why he was so handsome and charming. He just knew how to have fun. He always had a smile on his face and she loved that about him.
Leaning her head on his shoulder she had to reach her tippy toes to do so. Even then he was leaning over to help her with the task. "I love you Andrew. I haven't felt myself these last few days and I'm sorry for that, but I love you." She said pulling him back and looking deeply into his eyes. If he were any kind of observant he would tell something was wrong. She almost looked on the verge of tears. Confusion pitched her voice and made it a slight unsteady, but she smiled through the teary eyed doubt. "I just don't want you to think that I don't." She said quietly.
She really wasn't as foolish as she looked. And she ordinarily was much more self assured and confident. A strong woman with a strong practice in medicine. Nora was a doctor at Sun Dale General. A neurosurgeon. G.A.D.E.M. taking full advantage of her abilities crammed her mind with 20 years of medical knowledge in a three hour video package. During which she was drugged, strapped to a chair and had her eyelids forcibly held open by metal hooks. Did she remember this? No, but that was her new identity in this make believe world. Nora wiped away at her tears. She didn't want to get emotional. Not at the party at any rate.
She had been so emotional lately and that was partly due to the fact that she was pregnant. Andrew didn't know yet. Or at least she didn't think he knew. She hadn't told him. She had just found out herself. She loved her little family and it would soon be getting a new addition. She only hoped that her husband was as happy about it as she was hopeful.
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Post by Ramona Kelevera on Jul 19, 2019 0:43:33 GMT
Name HereTHEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID Ramona had done a great many things she wasn't proud of in her life, but this might've been the worst. Here she stood in a red poka dotted dress with a pearl necklace and white lace gloves. She looked like a stepford nightmare. Her hair was done up and puffy in a way that could only be described as very "Peggy" from that show "Married with Children" She was undercover as a quiet citizen of Sun Dale.
Sun Dale was Agent Bryan's special little project. A synthetic town with synthetic memories. There were plants that were G.A.D.E.M. agents all around you. The mailman for exmaple was that British agent prick walker. The bagboy at the grocery store and pretty much all of the sheriff's department were agent boys in on the gag. Ramona stood there holding a bunt cake and a plastic smile.
Martha Stewart would have been proud and Ramona only hated this on the surface. Below that she had fun cosplaying as the dutiful wife with the picture perfect suburbia. She only wished her fake husband was better looking. "You coming you bald bastard?" She called over her shoulder through her fake smile. Agent Bryan himself was playing her husband. They had the house directly across from two interesting case studies. One was a couple of criminals Regina Black and William Pope. AKA Mr. and Mrs. Roberts. And the other.... Well.... He was a toy manipulating psychopath who had burned down a police station
One Toby Robinson. She especially wanted to keep her eye on him. He seemed crazy before assimilating into the program. Now he was nothing more than a science teacher, and though Sun Dale didn't have many children it did have a university. He was a professor of Science at this theatrically built faux university. Every detail of this fake town was meticulous. Even for being a small one grocery store type of town. It had just enough believable elements to make it real.
Ramona looked over her shoulder and saw that Sam was still dragging his feet. "Bad enough that I got stuck with you on this assignment..... Uh... Sir. But don't think you get all access closet time either. Let's just do our jobs and try and be professional." She said still sporting her toothy smile through gritted teeth. Ramona could deny that she liked it all she wanted, but she was honestly excited that Agent Bryan was her 'cover husband' he was the only person at G.A.D.E.M. she could even tolerate and she had always had a soft spot for his arrogant charm. WORDS: || TAGGED: || MUSIC || NOTES:
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Post by baby on Jul 19, 2019 0:52:56 GMT
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Pastor Jim had delivered a heartfelt sermon today. He had spoke from the heart and he believed he might've touched a good many lives in the process. He felt strongly about his aversions against evil. Pastor Jim would not hurt a fly. He was a good man with a kind soul. The complete opposite of his real life counter part. A baby mask wearing psychopath who hunted for sport.
Pastor Jim knew just about everyone in this town. Everyone attended his church. Maybe not some of the undercover G.A.D.E.M. agents who couldn't leave their survaillence posts, but all of Sun Dale's unwilling citizens were part of his flock. Pastor Jim prided himself on being the voice of the voiceless. He was proud that he could take his beliefs and use it to help so many other people.
He was living a lie. A warm smile spread across his face as he saw Ramona and Sam enter the party. He didn't rightly recognize them but they were welcome all the same. Country music played in the background and the party had a decidedly small town feel. He reached out to Sam to shake his hand. "Hi. Don't think I've had the pleasure. I'm Father Jim Hendrix. Are you two new to Sun Dale? Don't think I've seen you before." He commented with a smile.
Ramona cut a glance at Sam. Really dumbass? Jim Hendrix? That's the best cover name your stoner hippy agents could come up for, for this guy. Ramona looked back at Father Jim who's real name was Melvin Dexter. She wasn't overly familiar with this particular mutant or his murderous family. She had a heavy caseload herself. Though Mother Dexter would surely drop a nuke on Sun Dale to get her baby boy back from G.A.D.E.M.
"Uh... Honey you talk to our new friend here. I'm going to go sit with the women folk." Ramona said in a terrible southern accent, she decided her character's cover ID needed on the fly. She would have to stick with a southern accent now. "Scuse me father." She said and abruptly left Sam with the creepy priest guy. "Would you like a beer Mr. uh...." Pastor Jim asked fishing for a name.
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