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”Well that was badass”

”I agree” Theo attempted to fist bump the figment of his imagination as they stood in awe of Ziggy’s abilities. It made sense now why the two may have been put together, with both of their gifts having something to do with sound.

In the spirit of sharing, the former baseball star moved over to his bags and grabbed one of the smaller ones, taking it over to the bedside table. ”That’s a sweet toy, here are mine” He unzipped the bad and emptied it’s contents into the table; tiny, marble sized jack o lanterns. ”These are all, essentially miniature explosives. All on a timer, expandable and I have a decent range with them especially if I hit them with my bat over there” he motioned to the baseball bat against the wall. ”They have different functions, concussive, incendiary, electro shock to name a few. I’ve been working on a sonic one, trying to harness my laugh but...sorry this is a lot...erm...but yeah, I tinker with this stuff, it’s kinda just intuitive. I’m actually quite dumb”

”Damn right you are” Normie began walking out of the open door. ”Bored now, gonna go fuck with shit. See you in the shower, hot roommate” Giggling like the school boy he was, the last son of the house Osborn ran from out of the dormitory and disappeared from view.

Theo cocked an eyebrow, Normie was even more of a pain dead than he was alive. It seemed like the dead just couldn’t leave him alone. ”It’s gonna be great getting to know you, Ziggy. We’re gonna have fun together” The absence of a voice in his head was always very brief but in those few minutes, Theo felt like himself again, he felt like the Big Tuna, like McDungus, he had many names but the one he felt like the most was his own. He felt like Theo Blanchard.

Wanting to make the most of the clarity, Theo awkwardly crossed his arms across his chest in an attempt at the Wakandan national salute and did a stupidly deep bow. ”I’m sorry, this really ain’t my thing but I’m gonna go, you know, explore, see what mischief can be made. I’ll let you get comfy without, you know, me...lurking….God I’m hungry...sorry...yeah catch you in a bit roomie” Swiftly, the New Yorker made his escape from the room, kicking one of his own bags and stubbing his toe as he did, like the absolute tit that he was.

In search of food, Theo placed his headphones back onto his head in time for the start of the next song on his playlist. The 80’s were his jam and he'd be damned if anyone told him it sucked. With the weight of the Goblin Childe off of his shoulders for a moment, he danced down the corridor and out into the world of Mobius, interested to see what else it had to offer.







Theo took off his headphones in time as his new roommate introduced herself. He was glad that she immediately informed him of a nickname he could use, he doubted he could pronounce her real name and he wouldn’t want to offend in the attempt.

”Wakanda? Badass...I’m Theo from...everywhere I guess?”

There was no customary greeting where he was from, well none that he would repeat in front of a cultured young lady like Ziggy anyway. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the other side of the room where his baggage already was situated. This was going to be an odd experience anyway but the immediate vibes he got from his new roomie was that whatever he was expecting, that could be thrown out of the window.

He glanced over to the far corner of the room and Normie stood there, thrusting his hips ”Dude, you gonna get busy? Huh? She’s hot in a she can probably kill you kind of way. Co-Ed dorms is fantastic a fantastic idea; too bad I’m dead. So many babes in this school!!” He catcalled with all the might his imaginary fourteen year old libido would allow. Of all the things the Goblin could have chosen from his subconscious to try and break his sanity, he had to choose Theo’s annoying little surrogate brother. He did his best to tune out the Goblin Childe by focusing on the faint sounds still coming from his headphones but the shadow kind soon found its way to the top bunk and was bouncing up and down like a baby kangaroo. ”DIBS”

”You can have the top bunk, Ziggy. I prefer being closer to the ground” This sort of thing was always awkward, meeting new people, the introduction process itself. It was especially frustrating for those of them who had honest to god superpowers. Theo found the best way to approach things was to just say it like it was, let the cards fall where they may. ”So, erm...fuck it. So I may or may not have a personality thing...I talk myself or..well to Normie but he’s not real. He’s a manifestation of my inhibitions and conscience, he never fucking shuts up so I have to tune him out by keeping myself busy. I really strong, fast and my laugh tends to cause people to have hallucinations. I like baseball, beer and building shit. Do with that what you will”

@Stern Algorithm







Three Months Ago...

It was a calm morning other than a slight chill in the air but that nothing out of the ordinary. The orange sun was rising slowly and it’s glorious warm light reflected off of Manhattan’s many cold high rises. New York was being New York and in a corner apartment in the shadow of the colossal Oscorp Tower, Theo Blanchard was being a complete and utter tool.


I'm too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan
Too sexy for Milan
New York, and Japan
I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing”


Of course dancing around his bedroom in his underwear was nothing new, hell it had become Theo’s morning routine. He did have a lot to show off with great abs, a strong frame and a jawline for days. He held his beloved baseball bat like a microphone close to his body as he sang or screamed depending who you asked, to Right Said Fred’s 1991 banger. It was to be a busy day for Theo today, he had tests galore, a meeting with the guidance counsellor to talk colleges, he had baseball practice and dinner with his parents and the Osbornes! None of that mattered though, he was just too sexy.

”You are such a melt, McDungus”

Theo span and jumped back as he saw Normie Osborne standing in his doorway, laughing with his stupid teeth on full display. ”Get outta here turd before I break your face!” Normie was a cute kid and for the last little while he had become like the little brother that he had always wanted but never had. It was once thing he could say he gained from his parents' relationship with the Osborne’s. ”What are you even doing here?”

”You’re supposed to drop me off at school today, jerkzoid and you promised me I could sit in the front of your car this time and not hide in the trunk” The classic corvette was Theo’s pride and joy and was the outcome of three summers worth of odd jobs around the weirder parts of NYC.

Debating the truth of the curly haired brats statement for a moment or two, he put down the bat and moved deeper into the room. ”If I do, you have to keep your mouth shut, ok?” Reaching over to his desk, TB grabbed his keys and tossed them over to the youth on the other side of the room. ”Go get her started, I’ll be down in a sec”

Normie’s face lit up in a huge grin as he tugged in the ballcap Theo had gifted him last year. ”Shway”





”Present Day”

Theo sat towards the back of the auditorium, arms and legs folded, eyes half asleep as he gazed off into the infinite yonder. He had fully intended on listening to the Principal's welcome speech, most of him was looking forward to his time at Mobius; however it was that other part, the part that kept laughing in his head, the part that wouldn’t shut up, the lunatic was making very difficult to keep up. He was pale and the bags under his eyes were quite prominent, ask anyone and they’d think he was a dude bro suffering after a hard night of good times; the reality that he was trying to suppress the soul of a fucking Goblin would be lost on most.

As the teachers and classes were announced; Theo shook himself from his thoughts to reach under the chair and read his card ”1A, Kitty Pryde” He knew enough about the X-Men to know that Shadowcat was a badass, so having her be his tutor was cool. He wondered about his potential classmates, some were the children of legends, some of the gods, he was a baseball player with a split personality and a knack for building shit, interesting times.

As a small smatter of students applauded, Theo took his change to escape, being one of the first to leave. Keeping himself moving and occupied helped to shut him out . He put on his headphones and walked briskly towards the 1A building. It was a monstrosity not unlike his beloved Manhattan this Mobius Academy. Tall, garish buildings and a lot of busy looking folk, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad? Arriving at the dorms, he made his way up to his allocated room and entered it. Inside already stood a young woman, he did a double take of his card; was he in the right room? The dorms were co-ed? Damn.

”...hey…”

Hi to all!

We just wanted to thank you guys for the bitchin characters and how amazing they all are! To those who are accepted, should you have more than one character, please adhere to the "one post per character" rule.

Jordan and I talked and all of the characters who have been submitted, please refer to Captain America for their fates!






@BrutalBx - Only thing we require you to change is swap out the metahuman reference for mutant or something of the sort. We will also accept a simple "powered person" term. We feel that metahuman is too DC-esque, so that's why we ask you to alter that part. When you do that, you may post Theo in the Char tab.


Done


The lad may come out of early retirement for this and some of that sweet Saudi Arabia money...






Mentions: Jasmine, Lee, Stella



”Kicked out of two schools for violent conduct, arrested multiple times for umpteen misdemeanours, charged with assault and robbery. I must say Mr Hyde, I have no idea why your transfer to this school was accepted. You must have some powerful friends”

The blue eyed demon grinned, quietly musing over the guidance counsellors sheer confusion at his late transfer to Beverly Hills High School. Hyde sat there, bruised eyes, split lip and scratched up hands folded across his chest, a far cry from the faces in the hall behind him. It was bemusing to think that this man had so little idea what his wealthy charges in this school actually did in their spare time; some of the actions of the elite were far worse than the stuff Cameron did. At least when he did his shit, he was honest about it. The move to the 90210 was not initially a choice of Hyde’s; it was a dare gone wild.

During their time at the Chapter Six, Cam and Jasmine were starting to find their rhythm together on the dance floor, drenched in neon lights and seduced by a sensual saxophone, the feeling that whirled around them was utterly terrifying but also so desperately exhilarating that they couldn’t get enough, like the drugs he so readily supplies to the rich bitches he was surrounded by. Then came the moment his North Star ran out on him, of course he gave chase but she was gone, the girl hopped her bike and rode off into the night, leaving him alone. Leaving Cameron Hyde alone was dangerous; without a guiding light, the dark can become way to appealing and on a day like Dare Night, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do. That’s how he wound up in a bathroom stall with a rather influential board member, a line of coke and a hidden camera. Someone had orchestrated this, of course they had. They wanted blackmail material and the monster from maple was the perfect guy to get it. Getting himself enrolled into BHHS was a bonus.

”What is it you actually want to do with your life, Cameron? What’s the goal?”

”I’m not sure” Hyde feigned interest of course. ”I don’t really think too far ahead”

”Why is that?”

Cameron scoffed as if it was insulting that this over paid and under educated nanny didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. It was extremely clear in these few quiet moments that regardless of how they pretend, the people here were from a whole other world. ”Where I come from, it’s not about what you want, it’s about what you got to do to survive. A man must have a code”

”And what’s your code?”

The demon with the face of an angel lifted his baby blues to match the counsellors inquisitive gaze, a very real, palpable hint of menace in them. ”Fuck everyone”

”I was just like you, I grew up hard and I grew up with a chip on my shoulder but then someone took a chance on me. Showed me that I was more than where I came from. I’m gonna give you that chance, Cameron but I need you to work for it. You think you can do that? You think you can be perfect? Go show me”

Leaving the guidance counsellors office, Hyde room a deep breath. This was a different world, it wasn’t dogtown, his old tactics wouldn’t work here. Before he could threaten and beat his way to the top, down by the water he was number one, he wasn’t that here, not yet. He had to be smart, Lee wasn’t going to help him here, he had his hands full with that prissy bitch, Stella. No, the dark passenger had to find new friends, people who could and would get him to where he needed to be; the fucking top. He had to be number one.

This election everyone and their mothers seemed to be talking about, this was the perfect opportunity for the antagonist to make his mark in this brand new world. He couldn’t run for President, that was just idiotic but he could “offer” his services to the right candidate. Someone would know how to use his animalistic nature to their advantage. Evil walked the halls of this school, evil of a different malevolence to his own and he just had to find it.

He stood for second, gazing upon the student body running around the halls and with every passing student, further dangerous ideas of what he could do to them plagued Hyde’s troubled mind. These ideas were so very far from anything that they had experienced before; they were blood soaked and glowing in violence. The night was dark and full of terrors and now so was this place. It had thought it had seen everything, wait until they got a load of him.

”Take a picture, handsome. It’ll last longer” The girl said as she slammed closed her locker, startling Cameron from the awful day dream he dare not share with anyone else. She fearlessly sauntered up to the towering youth and shoved a piece of paper into his hand. ”Come to this, you can stare and take all the pictures you want” she spun on her conversed heel and headed off into the crowded halls.

Hyde opened up the folded sheet and scanned it: it was a poster for a gig ”The Last Saints in Hollywood”

There were no saints in this world of sinners.







Featuring: Gwen Morgan & Cameron Hyde
Mentions: Riley@TootsiePop, Brynn@Melissa & Chris@GhostMami

Monday Morning



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“Hey there marks it’s your girl, the one, the only Ace’s Morgan streaming live from my bedroom in all my glory. As you can see, today I’m repping the latest in AWE merchandise, the Gethin Rhys End Waltz shirt available on AWE’s official merch store to celebrate is third world title. Congrats Uncle G. Now onto the important stuff, Dare Night was a huge success. Many a shenanigans took place all in the hopes of winning that hefty sum of prize money. In the end though there could only be one winner and that was, le gasp, one Jasmine Fulton. Word on the street is that she made a deal with the devil in order to get ahead. Don’t worry my dear pets, I’ll get the scoop. On the flip reverse, some of you may know, most of you will not but today is a day to mark on your calendars. Today; hells favourite harlot is joining the BHHS Morning Show. Don’t worry babies, I ain’t going too commercial just yet. There’s still a little indie rock n roll left in this gorgeous bodess. Well, no time like the present so I’m heading out guys, allow me as always to leave you with a new banger to start your day off right: this is Strangers by City and Colour
Written by BrutalBx
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After finishing the latest instalment of the Asylum, Gwen closed her webcam and returned to planning her outfit for the day. Her gothic room of red pain was a fucking shit hole, clothes and vinyl records littered the floor and the distinct smell of her favourite weed and booze permiated the air.

She sat down at her desk and began to apply some makeup, dark smoky eyes, of course this was a given, some black lipstick was always nice. She looked hot, she knew this, people also needed to know this. Grabbing her phone, the pulled down her new shirt to teasingly cover herself up and bit the bottom of her perfect DSL’s. Snapping a seductive selfie, she scrolled her phone for her boi and quickly hit the send button. Everything was new with Chris and it was exciting. She hasn’t felt like this in a long time, if ever at all.

Gwen finally decided on some leather shorts with a bullet belt, some knee high socks and her favourite doc martens. It was time to make her second sensual appearance on the morning show, this was going to be fun. Riley and Brynn were strangers to her; faces in the hall, names in the mouths of acquaintances and whispers in the ever gossiping halls of Beverly Hills High School. The irony that she, the heavy metal queen would be joining such a thing as the Morning show was not lost on Ace at all. Needs must and she needed to get her name out there if she was ever going to get out of this thing alive. The Morning Show was a way to do that.

Driving her Stingray to school, a feeling of nervousness and anxiety washed over Gwen like a violent downpour. It had nothing to do with the show however, no it was something else entirely. It was something she could see pulling into the school parking lot: Cameron Hyde. She had not forgotten about their run in on the boat a while back. She still had nightmares about his angelic face glaring down at her like a rabid dog, his strong hands forcing her against the wall as he snarled in her ear. The memory sent cold shivers down her spine like nothing else could. He was pure evil hiding behind a beautiful mask.

A true, handsome devil.

Normally, the only time you would see the dogtown psycho in Beverly Hills was if he was with McCarthy doing business but rumour has it that he was transferring. God help them all if that was the case. Gwen made the decision then that if he was here to stay, then they needed to become strangers.

Hyde climbed out of his Jeep Wrangler, cigarette in his mouth and bad intentions in his pretty blue eyes. Joining the kids of BH was nothing short of a genius stroke. Tuition was no issue thanks to Lee’s Dare Night shenanigans and now he could be here with his North Star, Jasmine as well as the other fine student bodies that the dirty filthy rich had to offer. He cared about her sure but there were many fine wine collections in the world and Beverly Hills just had so much to offer. Not to mention the business opportunities; these kids had too much money and not enough sense and Cameron Hyde was the perfect person to exploit them. He threw his cigarette onto the floor before checking his reflection in the driver side mirror. His face was a little beat up as usual but other than that he knew he looked like one sexy motherfucker. The monster glanced over the parking lot to see Aces Morgan gawking at him, terrified of course, as she should be. He smiled at her, waving mockingly to her as he did. It was time to see just how fucked up this side of the tracks truly was. He leaned into the back of the jeep, grabbed his bag and headed into the building.

Climbing back into her car, Aces grabbed hold of the steering wheel as tightly as she could in an attempt to control her breathing and force herself passed the panic she was feeling. Eventually she found herself in the studio with R and B and it wasn’t as awkward as she had anticipated, in fact it was actually quite light and easy. A good thing of course, it helped her brush away the dread that Hyde has ushered upon her. That said, Gwen knew so very little about the election. The midnight girl often considered herself well in the know when it came to the drama’s of BHHS but as far as this thing was concerned, the suicide blonde was as clueless as Alicia Silverstone.

”So, what do we need to know?”

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