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Jul 31, 2019 23:14:44 GMT
Post by brick on Jul 31, 2019 23:14:44 GMT
400xSOMETHINGIMAGEHERE wakingupinveg 
Just when things were pulling into focus the worst thing happened. Eddie felt two rounds enter his shoulder and collapsed to the floor. The second the gunshots started blicking off Eddie threw himself in front of Harper. Doing his best to use his body as s shield. Well, it worked.
The bullets that would have hit her, hit him instead. Eddie could hear the distant wail of tires burning rubber and peeling off into the night, but everything seemed jumbled. He coughed up blood that spilled over the side of his face in fine streaks. The clouds in the sky covering the moon were quite pretty. He had never really taking the time to look at them.
Eddie blinked a few times as the cold wet ground met his neck. He couldn't tell if he was wet from the grass or wet from the blood soaking his shirt. Perhaps it was both. His hands fumbled, smearing blood around Harper's shirt as he pulled her close. He turnedh is head to her eyes in a panic. He had to see for himself that she was okay.
"Are you...?" He coughed up more blood, almost choked on it. He was going to die. Really, he was dying and bleeding out fast. He had to turn his face away from Harper. Looking in that direction made him cough up too much blood and it was already too hard to catch his breath with a punctured lung.
His free hand fumbled around the grass. It was fruitlessly hopeless. But he felt something on his hand. Crawling across his skin. A grasshopper. It rubbed it's little legs together and Eddie knew it wasn't ideal but it was something. His body began to glow a faint yellowish color and so did the little grasshopper. As he transfered his soul out of his dying body and into the little bug.
Brick the person was dead. At least, clinically dead. His body might be saved if he was brought to a healer. Of which the Fools actually had one. For now though... He was a cricket. A dirty ass cricket on what was moments ago the best night of his life and now it had turned to shit in a blender. Cricket Eddie: Fuck!
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Jun 19, 2019 23:41:15 GMT
Post by brick on Jun 19, 2019 23:41:15 GMT
400xSOMETHINGIMAGEHERE wakingupinveg
I love you. Those three words tumbled around his skull like a tsunami of thought and persuasion. The only reason he was still standing was because somewhere in the fog he had backed up against a brick wall. The side of a building that had led to a men's room and a women's room off to the side a little ways. They had messed around and been up and down the park. Brick was never one for flashy shows of emotion. Then again it was hard being a member of the club to be openly sentimental.
He didn't want the boys of the club to consider him soft, and though he wasn't he had never openly told Harper how he felt about her until this moment. He didn't know what the hell he had been waiting for. Now, he felt like there was a huge pressure of his chest for the first time in years, but it came right back when she said those three little words. She.... Loves me? He thought quietly.
Brick said very little. His hands were somehow stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. He remembered looking for his smokes sometime after they kissed, but years seemed to have passed from the time that she said she loved him to this moment of quiet reflection and self discovery. He looked up at her. "I love you too!" He finally said. He wasn't quietly searching his heart to see if it were true, he was quietly contemplating all the time he had wasted being scared to own up to his own feelings. His father had died and he could have met Harper.
He could have brought her home to his family as a way to break the ice. His dad was a cool old man. He would have understood in the end if he took him and said that he joined the fools because of a girl. His father was just an understanding man that way, and though Brick never had the balls to do that either; his father would have ultimately accepted her. They could have reconciled and he could have had the best of both worlds sitting firmly in the palm of his hand. But Brick didn't do that. And he would never know what he truly missed out on.
Afraid of nothing and afraid of living at the same time it wasn't until here. Right now in this moment that he truly began to live. "I'm sorry I waited so long." He admitted. A light blush to his cheeks told her that he was foolish to keep this to himself.
Brick brushed past the water fountain on his way back over to her. She was only steps away, but she felt miles apart. He embraced her and cupped his hands against her face again and delievered a kiss that tried to make up for all the lost years. He put into it the passion and longing he had felt for all this time unrecipricated. He didn't even realize it but he was scooping her up. Still locked within her lips and carrying her over to a picnic table under a little gazeebo.
"You're all I ever wanted for so long. I was so lost...." He tried to tell her between kisses. Each time he broke their touch he uttered a few more scoldings of how he should have never waited and taking deep breaths. She left his breathless and he had to remind himself to breath. He breathed in her scent. The smell of cherry in her hair and the soft soap that fragrenced her skin. His fingertips were on fire as they traveled over the softness of her ribs. Riding up her shirt and pulling eagerly at the trim of her shorts.
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May 29, 2019 11:46:31 GMT
Post by brick on May 29, 2019 11:46:31 GMT
400xSOMETHINGIMAGEHERE wakingupinveg
There was no way for Brick not to read into that kiss. HIs mind was a million different directions at once. The thoughts racing through his mind ranged from are you fucking crazy to that felt amazing. And even she tastes like candy. Brick eased back into his chair and some of the burden had been lifted off his chest. For a moment he forgot about the fact that his dad had died. For a while. That didn't matter.
Life was constantly rotating and rearranging priorities. The only thing on his mind was the cherry scented chap stick and the feel of her hand on his chest as they kissed. Brick was no ladies man. Not like the rest of the guys. He had a few serious not so serious relationships, but nothing that ever really mattered. He never understood why Harper had refused to hang out as much whenever Brick did have a girl.
He always assumed the attraction was one sided and like a dope he was blind enough to believe that. But here he was as they pulled up to the park and he wasn't sure what he believed anymore. Their friendship wasn't burning in a twisted wreckage. Things hadn't gotten awkward. Then she flat out told him what she wanted. Things to go to be official. Okay, so maybe they were awkward. What, that meant girlfriend? He was okay with that. Eddie wanted tonight to be special. A night that started out horrible was slowly forming into something that wasn't so bad.
He lost his father, but he had lost him a long time ago. Eddie was upset over the idea of a father more than his actual dad. They weren't even speaking. Closing the door as he got out Eddie walked over to the park where she sat. The swaying trees moved on the night breeze.
Sitting down on the slide Eddie allowed his hands to just dangle over the edges of his knees. He looked at her with quiet fascination. "I've dreamed about you saying that for a very long time." He admitted. Sitting there with a dopey smile stuck on his face. You couldn't pry it from his face with a crowbar. "You're the one Harpie. You always have been." He said. Pausing a moment to add....."You're my dream girl." He wasn't kidding or blowing smoke. She was everything he had ever wanted.
Moving forward and daring for one more kiss Eddie leaned forward and cupped his hand around her face. Taking her face into his palm Eddie's lips clashed into herself with soft force. They were alone in the world. Hidden away in this park and even if the world's eyes were on him he would have made the same move.
Knowing he was alone and knowing she felt the same way gave him the confidence to finally step up to the plate. This was it. This was what he gave up his family for... And you know what. He would do it again because he felt like he had found something once in a life time.
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May 28, 2019 20:18:51 GMT
Post by brick on May 28, 2019 20:18:51 GMT
400xSOMETHINGIMAGEHERE wakingupinveg
Brick stood there at the back of the bar. The burn of whisky biting at the inside of his mouth as he stood and watched over the clubhouse. It wasn't like Brick to be so morose but he couldn't help but reflect on all the fucked up choices he had made. Good. Bad. he was a Fool. There was no changing that. The fact that he stood by his brothers even in the end was a testimate to how stubborn he could be. His family had tried reaching out and they only got cold rejection. He didn't want pity from them. As far as Brick was concerned the Fools were his family.
He poured himself another as he was assuming the role of unofficial bar tender. The fools mostly poured their own drinks. You handled and managed your own fucking buzz and you drank accordingly, but something about this felt like celebration. Brick poured everyone a shot and demanded they drink it. He even gave one to Mystic. Though she didn't really strike him as much of a drinker. Brick looked at her a moment. Clarity and fog rolling through his curious eyes as he watched her doddle her little doodles. Damn. She was a a member as long as he could remember but he couldn't exactly recount any times they had partied together or even shared a conversation. It was like unclear a hazy blur moving over his memories and claiming them as unusable.
Brick attributed his lack of clarity to the whiskey in his hand. Throwing another one back he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and stared at Mystic. "What are you drawing anywas? I know I look like a model but you don't have to paint my portrait. A sly smirk rode across his face as he poured another drink for Mouse and the boys. He turned back to Mystic and nodded in her direction as he slid her a drink that was a little bit stronger. So what if he couldn't remember specifics. She was a fool. She was clad in the leather reaper that made her his sister and fuck all else. He had given up his real family for this, his surrogate family and there was no point in crying about it, he could at least get shit faced in the company of friends.
A slow tinge rolled through his stomach at the thought of Harper. He wished she was here. His misery mingling with a little close friendship and maybe whisky and bad choices would finally make him grow a set of balls. Oh well. His old man was a hard ass but he wasn't speaking to Brick either. Voicemails and missed calls and a whole lot of fuck you. He wasn't going to return the calls. His family turned their backs on him so why should he give a shit? If he had bothered to check a voicemail he might've learned his old man was in the hospital. Clinging to life. Instead here he stood behind the bar and acting like a degenerate. It made his new Fools family so proud.
Though internally Brick was bitter and salty he was all smiles on the outside. Swaying lightly with the effects of the alcohol Brick was a few shots away from falling on his face. It was only 12:43 pm and he was already hammered. Sliding down the other end of the bar towards Mystic Brick decided to distract his misery with a little curious attention. "Wh....why can't I remember ever partying with you before?" He asked drunkenly. "You never went out to any of Johnny Rome's ragers I know that much, but..... Seriously. We should hang more. You're like the only member I feel like I don't really know." He turned to Mouse as Mouse started chugging a whole bottle. "Hey! Don't choke on it asshole it's not a dick!" He laughed. Turning back to Mystic he picked up the picture she had been drawing. Taking it right from her grasp.
He looked at it a moment curiously. The black shadowy figure. The serpent slithery shapes protruding from the back..... "What the fuck?" He looked at Mystic a moment and then back at the picture. "who the fuck is this supposed to be?" He asked bluntly. Though the boys of the club knew of Shawn's shadow shifting abilities none of them really grasped the full extent of his otherworldly presence. His dimension shattering dark energy travelings. None of them had seen Shawn angry before, because Shawn was very careful to keep that shit composed. Brick handed the picture back and lost interest. Throwing her a wink he raised a beer to her. "You and me... Darts Later. Okay?"
Brick was somewhat known as the clubhouse funny guy. The party guy who was always there with a smile on his lips. Even when shit was the worst. Especially when shit was the worst. He was friends with everybody and no one really had a bad word to say about the guy. Though he masked his personal life with parties and fake smiles. He danced and sang and pretended that he was happy but the Fool's Dice could only fill so much of the whole in his life and he was searching for something more. As Brick walked away he turned to the sound of the door opening. Standing in the doorway was a silver haired silhouette wrapped in sun baked shadow.
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May 25, 2019 22:30:42 GMT
Post by brick on May 25, 2019 22:30:42 GMT
Eddie was so wrapped up in his own misery that at first he didn't realize the headlights were for him. Harper stood in front of him holding him and asking him what was wrong but he only stared out into space. Slowly, but surely his eyes focused to meet her gaze. She looked worried. She should be. He was on the verge of taking his rage into the city and doing something boundlessly stupid. Her soft voice calmed him back down as the tears dried away. He had never cried in front of anyone before, least of all her. Eddie wasn't the type to show emotions. He was more the type to joke away his pain with false laughter and happy spirits.
All in all, Eddie was pretty well adjusted. He partied just like any other fool, but it didn't mean he didn't have his shit together. He knew when to reign it in. Eddie was always the guy with a smile on his lips. Well, okay a smirk. He had more humor than most of the fools and when things got fucking tense he was always the comic relief. It was the reason old Mickey Blue eyes and him got along so well. Micky had an aversion to violence. He just didn't think the Fools needed to be violent to be successful. Mickey caught a lot of shit for that. Now, Mickey was a fucking sword and Brick was all alone. Except for Harper. Mickey was his best friend and yeah, Mickey was technically still there but you couldn't share a beer with a katana.
Eddie felt like his world was shrinking. Like everyone he cared about was slowly slipping through the cracks. He didn't even realize how much he meant to Harper. There was that one night when they were both drunk as all hell. Eddie had tried to kiss her and she drunkenly pushed him off. She didn't remember. Eddie did. He took it as a sign that he was permanently parked in the friend zone. It wasn't so bad. Besides Mickey she was his best friend. And if he was being honest maybe she edged Mickey out just a little bit because of the whole being in love thing, but she was never one of the guys. He never truly let her into his heart because he was afraid of getting it broken. He was afraid he would offer her everything and she would use it to shatter him.
Eddie never had any reason to believe that but fear and doubt can make you puss out. He barely heard her when she said she was taking him somewhere. He sure as fuck didn't hear where. He just knew he was sitting in the passenger seat of her car now. Staring at the dashboard and at his blood hands. Eddie was silent until that moment. The car started and she began to back up. When he spoke. "My dad died. Heart attack. Just like that...." He said staring at the dashboard. He didn't bother to look up, not because he was ashamed or because the dashboard was the most interesting thing in the world but because he didn't have the strength to meet her gaze and let her seem him break one more time. She was all he had left and he wanted to not appear broken to her. Some lost cause that she would cast out of her life because it was to much work to fix.
Of course that wasn't true. Eddie knew that somewhere in the back of his head, but his father's death had him all fucked up. It had him questioning things he didn't even need to question. Loyalty for one. Reaching over he placed a hand on her knee. It wasn't a move. He didn't have that in him at the moment but he was searching for her hand in the dark. He thought maybe the touch of something good might sooth him. The squeeze of something not as fucked up as him might help him manage. "I'm a fucking Mess Harpie." He said quietly. Squeezing her hand he found the light squeeze back against his fingers. Slowly turning his head he looked at her. He felt so alone against the world. The fool's dice logo didn't bring him any comfort of family when real family died. It should have but it didn't. Harper brought him comfort. She was like family to him. Without thinking he leaned in and kissed her lips. They had been parked at a stop light and his mind kept saying one thing over and over..... You let pops die before you told him how you felt. You can't let the same thing happen twice.
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May 20, 2019 18:06:33 GMT
Post by brick on May 20, 2019 18:06:33 GMT
   Brick sat quietly in his apartment. The news had hit him pretty hard, though he couldn't believe it. His dad died. Eddie had never been particularly close with the old man. Not since he was a kid. When he was a kid they were pretty close actually. He lived for his father's approval, but as he got older that approval turned sour. Eddie's father didn't like the choices he made. Joining the fools for one thing. It was just something that put a wedge between them. Eddie's father cut him off, cut ties completely rather he focus his attention on his other son, who wasn't a criminal. It hurt Eddie. It really did, but Eddie mad crazy cash as a fool and he was just drawn to the lifestyle. It was just too much fun.
Still, his dad died and now he would never get a chance to make up with the old man. Eddie put the phone down on the coffee table and just stared at it. Clasping his hands together in front of his mouth and just staring at his phone Eddie seemed to be holding his breath. Like staring at his phone would make the news somehow not true. Tears started to spill into his eyes. The fire in the fireplace roared and sent light bouncing around his fabulous apartment. it was the kind of place only the super rich would live. It was high end and fancy and it didn't mean shit. Eddie slowly stood up. The sword on the table yawned having just woken up from a nap. Mickey Wilson a former fool, now full time cutlery could sense something was wrong. "What's up Eddie?" The sword asked him. Eddie didn't say shit.
Standing from his couch Eddie flipped the coffee table. He picked up the phone and threw it through his plasma screen TV. "Holy shit Eddie! Calm down!" Eddie was wearing a blue denim shirt and jeans, with untied work boots on his feet. His hefty work boot went right through the glass table. He punched several holes in the wall and seemed to be on a mission to destroy his life of luxery. This was the shit that he chose over his father. Material shit, that he didn't care about now that his father was gone. They had gone so long without talking and now he would never have a chance to tell his dad what he thought most of the time. That he missed him. Fuck.
Eddie's hands were bleeding from going through the drywall. "I need to clear my fucking head!" Eddie declared to the empty room and the sword. Grabbing his jacket he slammed the door leaving Mickey on the table. The funny thing about Mickey was he was always opposed to killing for the fools. Eddie was not. And now that his soul lived in Eddie's sword Mickey did MOST of the killing for the fools. Together they had one of the highest body counts. Eddie wasn't a psychopath... It was business. Sometimes assholes just have to die. He didn't loose no sleep over it. He wouldn't be sleeping tonight.
Stepping out into the cold night air Eddie walked down the apartment steps and headed for the bottom. Sitting on the bottom step he fished in his pocket for a joint. Harper was supposed to be coming over. He had already forgot about his plans. He couldn't think of shit when his world was turned upside down. Headlights faded as the sound of an engine dying vaugley reached his ears. Footsteps and a soft hand on his shoulder. Was he crying? Yeah, he was crying. Eddie looked up to see Harper's face. She was beautiful. She was the reason he fell in with the fools in the first place. He wanted to get to know her better. He would have done anything to get close to her, and now....Fuck. Now what did he have to show for it? He hadn't even made a move on her yet. Scared of fucking up his chances it seems he lost his father for nothing. |
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Post by brick on May 13, 2019 2:46:09 GMT
x Eddie Lawson NAME. Eddie Lawson
NICKNAME. Brick
AGE. 26
MEMBER GROUP. mutant
GENDER. male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Hetero
POWER: Soul transfer / Soul storage
STRENGTHS:. Brick has the ability to transfer his soul into objects or other bodies. He likewise has the ability to transfer other people's souls out of their bodies into other bodies or inanimate objects. When inside an inanimate object, a soul has human functionality. It can think and reason and speak. Though an object that lacks a mouth can not form a mouth to speak with... The voice seems to radiate from the object and echo all around. Brick can hide himself this way. When his soul is in an object he is protected. The object can not be broken or destroyed while within the object. That object becomes indestructible.
Though his body is vulnerable. If his body is destroyed while in an object or another body he can not return to it. Brick has to find a new body to claim as his own or be stuck as the object forever, or switch to some other object. Brick can remain within the object or leave a soul transferred permenatly if he wishes. There is no time limit to how long he can keep a soul stashed away. The soul is the very essence of that person. Their personality and their way of thinking and everything about them is transferred over. The body is nothing more than a vessel for the soul.
Brick wields a katana with the soul of Mickey Wilson. A dead fool's dice member that Brick transferred the soul out of right before he died. Mickey never wanted a new body. Mickey died protecting his girlfriend and future queen. Though she died too. Mickey thinks it'd be too painful to live again, to try and love again. Though he sticks around inside Brick's sword to act as his conscience. Eddie and Mickey were pretty close friends.
WEAKNESS: Brick's ability only works one at a time. He can not break apart his soul and fragment it into multiple bodies. He can only place it in one place at a time. Also, if he wishes to return to his body he has to be physically near his body to do so. If he transfers his soul into a muffin for example, he can not jump back to his body without it being in the same room as the muffin. If someone were to move his body he would be stuck unless some new person walked in the room he could jump into their body with a soul transfer.
Brick can not force people out of their bodies when he jumps in them. They share a body though he is just a passenger riding along until he can get to the next point. He can think and influence their choices by "suggesting" where to go but strong willed individuals can ignore him. Brick also has to be careful. If he jumps into a muffin and that muffin is eaten.... He has to travel through someone's intestines as broken down food. Not destroyed but his physical muffin form will change and act as food. He would have that horrible journey out of the colon.
FACE CLAIM. Chris John Millington
HEIGHT. 6'2
WEIGHT. 242
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. Heavily tattooed.
OVERALL: Brick's life didn't really start until he joined the fools. He was a punk kid who got into his fair share of trouble. His life wasn't really going anywhere. He had not big dreams or aspirations. When he joined the fools everything changed. He saw that he could have it all. A slice of the pie and he could have the power and respect he never knew he wanted. Brick sits comfortably as a member of the Fools and does a damn good job protecting the club as one of it's enforcers.POSITIVE TRAITS. 4 or more
NEGATIVE TRAITS. 4 or more
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SIBLINGS. name, age, etc
OTHER FAMILY. name, age, etc
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