To those interested: Wehren is a superhuman survival RP. You are the super-powered human with an organization hunting you. But don't worry. That's what Wehren is for. To protect people like you and fight against those who hunt you. Will you live a regular life in safety underground? Or join the offensive team in saving other superhumans and fighting back for your kind's survival?the choice is yours.
It's a normal day in Fairview, California. The date is August 20th, 2013 and it is around 10:30 in the morning. People are going about their daily lives, whether that be school, college, work or housekeeping. Among these normal people walk the super humans, going about their daily lives and doing their best to stay hidden. Despite their best efforts.; they will not stay hidden for long.
Jeremy Brisbon sighed. "Let us continue with advanced math." the Teacher cheerfully laughed as she wrote twelve more problems up on the board. Jeremy quickly finished them off. He was bored. He glanced at the clock. "10:30" he mumbled. "I wish the day would just end already". He looked at his fellow classmates. "I shouldn't even be here with these idiots" he thought before the announcements came on. "Jeremy Brisbon, please report to the office immediantly." Jeremy grabbed his satchel, slid his books inside it and silently made for the classroom door. As he walked up to the office he wondered why he'd been called out...
Sunny had a pretty easy going morning. She just came back from visiting a local park. She remained paralyzed for half a minute as it was a pretty far. The dust and shadows dissipated as she slumped over. Sighing to herself for using the power again, Sunny was just glad no one had seen her teleport. After getting up, she yawned. A meal before work would be ideal, but she stayed too long. So that was out of the question. Sunny departed quickly down the stairs of her apartment. Only taking her bag with her to work. Making sure to lock up before she left. Sunny looked about. No one seemed to be awake yet. But she was already running late, no time to enjoy the walk. Either way, Sunny was excited. Though work itself was boring, she had some new books that she wanted to read during work. So with all the more haste, she set off with a brisk walk.
The store was dark and empty when she arrived. Having a key to the place, she went ahead to set up the small convenience store. The store itself simply named "Kugos grocery store". It was small and quaint, but a hot spot for some students as they sold cheap and delicious sandwiches. Which Sunny went ahead to prepare. The refrigerator hummed to life as she opened it. A soft breeze of cold rolled over her legs as she bent over and looked about for what she needed. A few packages of meat, some vegetables and of course the secret mayo sauce. Sunny tasted the sauce to ensure it was consistent with what they usually sell. She smirked in approval as she went about to working. After making enough sandwiches and putting them up for sale wrapped, Sunny went ahead and opened up the front door. With a sigh, restocking and cleaning up the rest of the shop was all but routine.
Checking the clock, she sighed. "10:30 already? Im kinda early today." She stated to herself. Then Kugo walked in. He was owner and the only other coworker with Sunny. "Morning Ms.West." He said with a grizzled old smile. Sunny waved at him from behind the counter. "Good morning Mr.Kotawa." Sunny replied. "Good work as usual. Everything is set up! Wonderful as always." Smiling, he walked into his office and closed the door. Sunny nodded in reply as she opened up her book. Burying herself in the pages until some one showed up to buy something.
Mitch had his table set up on the sidewalk, which was next to a grocery store that seemed to get a lot of foot traffic when it was open. He had already been there for about an hour and a half. He looked at his watch as he mixed three cups around on the table. It was 10:15. Mitch looked back at the cups and smiled; everyone probably thought that there was a cotton ball underneath one of the cups, but they were wrong. There was a baseball under one of the cups instead. He had vanished it, he called it that after he found out about his ability, out of his pocket and replaced it with the cotton ball. He could do the trick the other way, and in fact, he went through the motions of the trick so no one got suspicious. When he was done mixing the cups, Mitch pointed at a man in the small audience that had gathered and asked "which one?" The man tapped on the bottom of the cup with the baseball under it. Mitch revealed the baseball to oohs and aahs and claps from the audience.
He countinued his routine until around 10:30. He waved to the girl that opened up the store, but she looked like she was in a hurry and didn't wave back. There was a small pile of money on the table. Mitch smiled. He never asked for money when he did his routine on the sidewalk, all that was on the table was a sign that had "Mitch the Magnificent" in a wavy way. Mitch chuckled at the sign. It was so lame, but it worked. He had started packing up before he realized there was someone behind him. It was a man in a navy blue business suit. He looked upset.
"Can I help you?" Mitch asked.
"How did you do that cup and ball trick? I was watching your hands the entire time," the man said as he crossed his arms.
Mitch looked around, then spoke in a whisper. "Magic." He waved his hands for effect before he started laughing. The man seemed to be getting more and more upset, so Mitch stopped laughing. He still had his table set up and there was no one around, so he decided that he should show him the trick. He stopped when the man looked at the hand he was using for misdirection and sighed. He whistled at the man. The man looked at him. "You're looking at the wrong hand." Mitch finished the trick, and the man walked away, looking pleased with himself. He started packing up again, wondering what would happen next to interrupt him from packing.
Jeremy was almost at the office now, he was passing through the bright, window lit hall that led to it. He looked out towards the front of the school. A small convenience store appeared be open on the other side of the street. "Might as well get myself a little snack before dealing with this...". Jeremy pushed open the glass door, took a quick look for any cameras and stepped out. As he began to walk towards the store he noticed the strange black cars outside the school. "Weird." He thought. "I've never seen any teachers with cars like that, must be the Department of Education or something." he ignored the cars and began to cross the street, glancing at the man who called himself "Mitch the Magnificent" judging from the sign he was packing away. "What a pathetic scammer." he chuckled. He stepped into the grocery store with the hopes of purchasing a delicious mayo sandwich...
Sunny looked up from her book. An early customer. She waved at him. "Welcome!" She says kindly. Inspecting the new comer, Sunny bookmarks her spot and puts the book down. "If there is anything you need, you can ask me." She says looking at him. Then notices the man sitting at his table outside. She sighs. There was clearly a sign that said no loitering. She would need to have him moved. "Excuse me for a minute." Sunny says to the customer as she moves out from behind the counter and goes to the door. Sticking her head out to the loiter. "Hey, no loitering. I dont mean to be rude, but you can't sit here." Sunny explains. Waiting for his response. As she looks a him, she sees that he is pretending to be a magician of some kind. It interested her, but her job came first. Moving this person from the window.
Jeremy smiled at the woman. As she walked outside to the man from before he looked around the shop. He examined each sandwhich carefully, noting how well they had been made. "I'll just take a Mayo and Bacon if you have any..." he softly said, pulling out a 5 Dollar bill from his pocket and placing it on the counter. "Hey, no loitering. I dont mean to be rude, but you can't sit here." The Woman from the counter explained to the con man. "What a weirdo..." Jeremy thought. He glanced at the clock in the shop, It read 10:36. The people in the office at school would be expecting him by now, and may have probably already figured out that he'd left school. He sighed, thinking of a way to avoid going back to school or an excuse as to why he'd left school as the woman from before attempted to move the con man from outside her shop.
Jeremy looked over at the school building, three men in black suits began to come out of it. "They don't look like anyone from the Education Board..." Jeremy watched the men some more, one moved into one of the strange black cars while another went around to where Jeremy had exited the building. One of the men, the one standing outside the black car nearest to the school door must have noticed Jeremy as he said something into a walkie talkie. This man was tall, with black sunglasses which hid his eyes and he wore a black suit which looked like it cost well over 500 dollars, he definently didn't look like some common folk. The car the other man had stepped in to suddenly sped off silently. Jeremy turned and faced the counter, wondering what the man had said...
Mitch looked up to the sound of someone saying something to him. It was that girl from earlier. He smiled and waved at her. She said something about loitering. He looked around, and found a sign on the side of the store that said 'No Loitering.' He hung his shoulders and sighed audibly. How had he not seen that. He nodded his head and picked up the table with his backpack and sign on it, and went into the alley beside the store. It was out of sight from the door, so he had no worries of being thought weird walking into an alley. He set the table down and grabbed his bag. His apartment wasn't that far away and he was lazy. He looked around the street and down the alley. There was no one around. He put his hands on the table and imagined the place it sat in his house. He vanished it. He had discovered that he could vanish objects to places he had been before, but the farther away he was, the larger the headache he got.
As if on cue, Mitch got a headache. It wasn't the worst that he has had, but it was noticeable. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a couple of deep breaths. It helped a bit. As the pain started to die down, Mitch felt like he was being watched. He looked around, hoping that no one had seen him, but there was no one there, and as soon as that feeling came, it was gone. There was no one around, so Mitch shrugged off his feelings of unease, walked out of the alley and went to the store. The bell at the top of the door rang, reminding him that he still had a headache. The girl was behind the counter, and there was a tall kid with red hair eyeing the sandwiches wrapped up on the counter hungrily. It reminded Mitch that he hadn't eaten yet.
"Sorry about that. I didn't even notice the sign," Mitch said to the girl behind the counter as he grabbed a water, a travel pack of Tylenol, and a sandwich from the pile. "Y'know, I'm a guy who does sleight of hand tricks. I should be able to notice something as obvious as a sign, but nope. I can't do that. Shouldn't you be in class?" he directed the question towards the kid with a smile to let the kid know that he was joking.
Jeremy never could understand jokes. This strange con man had just told him, almost expected him to be in class. "And shouldn't YOU be in a dark alley conning people out of their money?" Jeremy snapped angrily at the man. "You're just a filthy con man, what right do you have to tell ME to go to class? I shouldn't even be in that school full of imbeciles." Jeremy suddenly stuck out his hand, as if he was about to slap the man or something, but quickly put it back to his side. Somewhere in the shop, a breaking sound was heard. Something must have fell off a shelf or something. Jeremy turned to the woman behind the counter, not apologizing to the man he had just snapped at.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion as the fist came towards his face the look on the mans face filled with anger his teeth grinding together. Managing to dodge the punch Red quickly grabbed the mans wrist bringing his own clenched fist to the mans face hitting him right in the nose releasing a spray of blood. The crowd now roaring with excitement as as Red's fist hit the man, while the man took a moment to recover Red turned to the crowd his arms raised high over his head. The crowd fell silent as there gaze was fixed on the recovering man who had now got his breath back and was now running full pelt towards Red's back. Turn around Red is met with this man hitting him in his chest pinning him to the cage. Red tries to escape but is unable to his arms stuck between the man and the cadge. The man raises his fist hurling it towards Red who moves his head slightly causing the man to hit the cage and fall back in pain.
Red runs straight for the man who throws his good fist in Reds direction, Red manages to dodge the attack sliding under the mans legs grabbing his ankles as he goes. The man falls to his knees as Red climbs to his feet as grabs the man in a strangle hold long enough for the man to pass out, The crowd roars at Red's victory. After the fight Red is handed his cut and sent on his way as usual, Counting his money as he leaves through the red door that leads on to a back ally.