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Jurassic World: Loose Ends

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Julia pulled into the parking lot of a local sporting goods store and parked in a remote spot a good distance from the actual store. She was having second thoughts about this heist, she'd never done anything like this before. Apart from the drugs she was a nice law-abiding citizen, a firefighter, a government employee herself. The whole thing gave her a feeling she wasn't comfortable with. But she had been assured that noone would get hurt, and to distrust him would be to violate her very core beliefs. She really didn't want to think about what the distraction might have been if she wasn't a part of the plan, at least this way she could make sure that at least on her end noone really did get hurt. Still, if Alan wanted a 'distraction' she was gonna do it her way, he might not like it, but as long as it kept some attention off of him he was in no place to complain. It was a reassuring thought, at least enough to quell her concerns for now.

Julia meandered through the store taking time to check out all the camping equipment before getting what she came for. Alot of nice stuff, it was nice to look, but she didn't actually need any of it. So she eventually turned her attention to finding what she came for, not that it was difficult. A few minutes later she was looking at a small section full of football helmets, stacks of Xeniths and Riddells in a variety of colors and some with the Falcons logo on them. The design didn't matter, she was gonna change that regardless, the fit however was important. She tried on several helmets, occasionally she'd laugh as she caught a glance of herself in a nearby mirror. She certainly wasn't built like someone who would typically wear one and add to that the fiery red hair flowing out of in every direction from every helmet she tried on, it was just enough to tickle her fancy. But eventually she settled on a plain white Riddell helmet and a black tinted visor.

Back in her Jeep Julia set about phase 2 of her plan for the day. Bringing out her phone she began to look up hydrographic printers in Atlanta. The list was short, and they were all willing to do custom work so she chose by distance. Of course going with the one furthest away. A few hours of Atlanta traffic later she had dropped off the helmet and design she wanted on it, and with the assurance that it would be ready to pickup the next morning she set off once more. Going wherever her whims took her for the rest of the day.

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Atlanta, Georgia

Julia parked at a store a few blocks away from Piedmont Park and walked to it from there. Having only heard about it and seen pictured before she had decided it was time to check it out for herself. She took in the view as she mad her way to the park, she took note of young man tossing a frisbee to his dog on the oak hill, a few joggers on the paths, and a cute couple in the gazebo among her fellow patrons. But overall the park was fairly sparsely populated, likely due in part to the recent string of veritable disasters that had rocked the city. Most people felt safer in their homes. More for me. She thought as she took in the beautiful landscape. Electricity controlling man notwithstanding this was certainly a major highlight of her trip so far.

She thought back to her earlier encounter. Thumbing the over the phone she had been given in her pocket as she walked into a meadowy area of the park filled with trees ranging from magnolias and maples to just about every variety of oak and even some dogwoods and ash. She always felt more at home amongst the trees than she did even at her home. They were stable, always changing, yet still constant. Most of these trees had been there since before she was born, and just as many would be there long after her death. Pumping out oxygen for for the various animals that called this park home, nourishing them and even being a home to some, And now providing shade for me... She thought as she laid down at the base of an old oak and stared up into the sky.

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Las Vegas, Nevada

Rod smiled and winked at his reflection in the mirror as he turned on his hairdryer to it's maximum setting, the switch's motion was slightly slowed as it's handle covered by a layer of dried up glue. After setting it down he reached for a bottle of glue next to his sink. The label was tarnished and the bottle was itself covered in a layer of it's contents that combined to make the Elmer's School GLue only faintly visible across it's width. He squirted a bit of the white liquid into his other hand before replacing the bottle on the counter. Rod took a deep breath as he rubbed his hands together getting a layer of wet glue across both hands before raising them to either side of his thin strip of hair. It was a process he had done thousands of times before, he brought his glue covered hands together with his hair between and pulled them up until he only held the tips. Deftly he removed his right hand and his left moved into place holding all the raised hair. With his free hand he grabbed the blowing hairdryer and aimed it at the base of the section of hair being held up, slowly going back and forth across it until the heat was too physically painful to bear. Finally he relented and brought it up to the rest of the hair repeating the same motion for just as long. Once he was satisfied, he switched sides drying from the left and holding with the right and the process began again...

A couple hours later Rod had set up at the side of the strip, a top hat and a bottle of lamp oil at his feet. As he spat out streams of flame. Of course he was subtly using his powers to make each blow just that little bit more impressive, and it showed as his hat filled up quite quickly, as amused tourists kept on paying him for the spectacle. He had been there for about an hour when he heard sirens coming down the strip in his direction, he turned his attention towards it and saw the blue and red lights of the police cruiser approaching. And then a moment later they were gone, the sirens still blared, and the car was still speeding to it's destination but the light were no more. He smiled, it wasn't much, but it made him happy.

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Name: Roderick "Rod" Boulder

Age: 49

Gender: Male

Religion: Neo-Paganism

Sexuality: Straight as the mighty Colorado river!

Occupation: Semi-retired Professional fire breather.

Abilities

• Fire breathing - Obviously.
• Freerunning - Rod regularly practices parkour.
• Culinary Expertise - Rod is surprisingly well versed in cooking.

Faults:

• Arrogant - Rod is confident to a fault and does not handle failure well.
• Vain - He typically doesn't leave the house without doing his hair first and does devote a considerable amount of concern to his appearance.

Power: Photokinesis

Personality: Classic punk through and through, to summarize his personality in one phrase would be pretty easy. "FUCK THE SYSTEM." He has an anti-establishment anarchic streak a mile long, and is naturally obtuse around authority figures. Further he is always looking to add a little chaos to a situation even if it is to his own detriment. Really he doesn't care about a damn thing, except maybe his kids and ex-wife. Aside from that he is a pretty friendly guy if you're not a government employee, though age has slightly tempered his rebellious streak.

History: Rod was born and raised in upper middle class Colorado in the 1970/80s, he got swept up in the punk movement in high school and never looked back. He lived a reckless carefree lifestyle, short stints in juvie translated into similar ones in jail for minor crimes, vandalism, breaking and entering, shoplifting. The he ran the gamut of stupid youthful decisions.

Eventually though he found some minor stability working as a part of a show in Vegas as a firebreather in his late 20s. He still spent his off-time making the most trouble he could without being caught, but now it was just a little bit more safe. It was around that time he met a girl, she was pretty, funny, and great in bed. With a new partner in crime things were great until life decided to surprise him, the pregnancy was a surprise to say the least, but they decided to tackle this new challenge life had thrust upon them together.

Finally he settled down, and for the first few years it was great, enough so they decided to have another kid even. But time is a fickle bitch, and eventually they both realized that at some point things stopped working for them. They needed change. They stayed together until a few months after their son moved out. And then that was it, over 20 years of relationship done and dusted. They parted on good enough terms and went their separate ways.

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Name: Roderick "Rod" Boulder

Age: 49

Gender: Male

Religion: Neo-Paganism

Sexuality: Straight as the mighty Colorado river!

Occupation: Semi-retired Professional fire breather.

Abilities

• Fire breathing - Obviously.
• Freerunning - Rod regularly practices parkour.
• Culinary Expertise - Rod is surprisingly well versed in cooking.

Faults:

• Arrogant - Rod is confident to a fault and does not handle failure well.
• Vain - He typically doesn't leave the house without doing his hair first and does devote a considerable amount of concern to his appearance.

Power: Photokinesis

Personality: Classic punk through and through, to summarize his personality in one phrase would be pretty easy. "FUCK THE SYSTEM." He has an anti-establishment anarchic streak a mile long, and is naturally obtuse around authority figures. Further he is always looking to add a little chaos to a situation even if it is to his own detriment. Really he doesn't care about a damn thing, except maybe his kids and ex-wife. Aside from that he is a pretty friendly guy if you're not a government employee, though age has slightly tempered his rebellious streak.

History: Rod was born and raised in upper middle class Colorado in the 1970/80s, he got swept up in the punk movement in high school and never looked back. He lived a reckless carefree lifestyle, short stints in juvie translated into similar ones in jail for minor crimes, vandalism, breaking and entering, shoplifting. The he ran the gamut of stupid youthful decisions.

Eventually though he found some minor stability working as a part of a show in Vegas as a firebreather in his late 20s. He still spent his off-time making the most trouble he could without being caught, but now it was just a little bit more safe. It was around that time he met a girl, she was pretty, funny, and great in bed. With a new partner in crime things were great until life decided to surprise him, the pregnancy was a surprise to say the least, but they decided to tackle this new challenge life had thrust upon them together.

Finally he settled down, and for the first few years it was great, enough so they decided to have another kid even. But time is a fickle bitch, and eventually they both realized that at some point things stopped working for them. They needed change. They stayed together until a few months after their son moved out. And then that was it, over 20 years of relationship done and dusted. They parted on good enough terms and went their separate ways.

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It wasn't too long before the mescaline hit, she wasn't certain at first, but she was pretty sure that an Elk in the middle of Atlanta could only be a hallucination. Julia didn't subscribe to the same level of spiritual nonsense as her parents did. But she did give it a fair bit more credence than most people did. Maybe that was why she felt compelled to follow it, maybe it'd lead where she was 'supposed' to be. About a half an hour and over two miles later she noticed she was at the very same apartment complex that had been her destination when she had left the motel earlier.

She scanned around the buildings for anything of note, her mind exploring every minute detail before she eventually found herself lost in the labyrinth of the asphalt at her feet. She wasn't really cognizant of the passage of time so she had no idea how long she was 'lost' in her own mind, but eventually she escaped and looked back up. Staring the illusory Elk in the eyes as it stared back at her for a brief moment before disappearing. Replaced with a man walking towards her. For a moment she was visibly disappointed, but she quickly realized that this was likely the reason she had initially come here coming to fruition he didn't look the usual type, but she wasn't one to judge by appearances.

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Instead though he seemed to only express concern for her, much to Julia's surprise. Her eyes widened and a shocked look took her face at his comment. She wasn't expecting that, she wasn't expecting that at all. "Aww that's so sweetta you!" Her look of shock briefly gave way to a genuinely joyous smile as she spoke. "I'm fine... Y'know, just wandering. Looking to get into some trouble as it were." She paused briefly before continuing, taking a moment to consider that maybe she was her for a reason. "How about yourself?"

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Julia awoke to the distant sounds of sirens speeding off into the distance. It was a sound she had grown accustomed to over the past two days. She wondered briefly where they were headed, thinking back to the day before yesterday when she had been wandering the streets of Atlanta and heard gunshots ring out. She had of course ignored it, continuing down her meandering path through the city before eventually finding herself at a local bar. She didn't drink, just had a glass of water and chili cheese fries while she checked out the bartenders.

But in the two days since she had bit of a crisis of conscience, watching the news had revealed that the gunshots were a shootout at a local cafe that left a casualty. She wondered if she could have stopped it, she hadn't been shot since discovering her powers, but she had done things that should have torn her skin apart without injury and she was certainly strong and fast enough. Maybe she was obligated to help stop situations like that from happening. People got hurt, and there was at least a chance she could have stopped it. Her heart sank a little at the thought and she turned her attention to the the nightstand beside her bed. The little baggies were all but empty and she still hadn't found a new source.

Julia climbed from atop the bed and stretched her arms out above her as her hair fell all around her face. Only now realizing she was still wearing her clothes from the day before; a bright green t-shirt, white jeans, and a pair of Adidas hiking boots. Not needing rest had one major drawback, her daily rituals were all thrown out of whack now. Things that she would normally do when going to bed or getting up in the morning now seemed to have no place, and she hadn't yet come up with a resolution for that problem. Still, she had noticed now and decided to set about rectifying the situation.

A warm shower and about an hour of wrangling her hair later she picked out a new set of clothes, a grey cotton blouse, a pair of worn and greying designer blue jeans and a pair of mineral blue Air Jordan VIIs. Once dressed she turned her attention once more to the nightstand, the weed fairy had sadly not come while she was showering so she turned her attention to the motel rooms minifridge instead. Opening the door she found what she was looking for, aside from a few bottles of water it was the only thing in the fridge. A small black mug filled with a sickly green colored liquid. It was a 'tea' she had made the night before, a mixture of San Pedro, water and a whole lot of lemon juice. She pulled it off the shelf and opened the microwave perched atop the fridge. She set the mug inside and closed the door before setting the timer for 45 seconds.

About a minute later she brought the warm concoction to her lips and chugged it down in one go. She grimaced slightly as the liquid her her tongue, it was to put it bluntly bad. The lemon juice added a sourness that made it bearable, but she still tried to avoid tasting it as much as possible. After imbibing the liquid she wiped an arm across her lips and set the mug down atop the room's microwave before scanning the room one last time to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything.

Julia nodded and gave a smile to one of the motel's long term residents as she strode down the stairs to the ground level, she walked past her Jeep in the parking lot and took a moment to consider taking it, but thought better of it. Best not to start tripping and have to leave her car somewhere. Instead she chose to walk, heading for a lower class apartment complex she had noted on her way in, it was a few miles off, but that just meant she'd get to enjoy the scenery and allow the vile concoction she had imbibed earlier to take effect. She looked herself over quickly to make sure everything was right. She was going for a very specific look, a trick she had learned in Pittsburgh the year before. An easy way to find a local dealer, even if they were typically overpriced. You see there was really only one reason an upper middle-class looking white girl obviously not from the area goes to that kind of place. And in her experience eventually someone either brave or desperate for the cash would take note of her and ask the question.

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♪He pulls the cities high tension wires down♪ The tune blared from the speakers of of Julia's CJ-5, gently tapping her fingers against her steering wheel as she absentmindedly pulled into the parking lot of a city park she hadn't bothered to check the name of. It was her first time in Atlanta, last year she had spent her off-season working her way up the I-95 corridor, and had decided that this year she would do I-75. It was journey she'd started only a month ago, and to be honest had so far been disappointing in comparison. Atlanta was looking to be her first major stop since Osceola though where she'd discovered her newfound powers after pushing a fallen tree out of her way on a deep trail.

♪He picks up a bus and he throws it back down♪ Bobbing her head to the beat absentmindedly as she leaned over the metal serving tray set atop her passenger seat and reached into the glovebox. A moment later she pulled out a small brown rectangle with three letters across it reading 'RAW'. She quickly undid the elastic band from around the package and pulled a wrap and filter out in one swift very well rehearsed motion, setting both down on the serving tray before replacing the band around the container almost as quickly as she had removed it. After replacing it in the glovebox she reached one hand into her breast pocket of her grey and blue flannel shirt and retrieved two small baggies as the other hand pulled the tray onto her lap. Her focus now turned downward as she set both bags on the tray. She poured out about .5 of green out of the larger bag onto the reflective metal surface before replacing it in her pocket with about 1.5 remaining in the bag. Gonna need to find a local supply soon. She though to herself as she scooped it into the paper alongside the paper filter. Finally she opened the other baggie and dipped her pinkie finger in scooping out a little white powder in her nail and carefully sprinkling it across the green like a gentle snow capping a smelly forest. Quick well practiced motion took over from there as her hand worked from memory rolling up the joint before bringing it to her lips. She licked across the adhesive strip on the paper and finished rolling it before finally replacing the smaller white filled baggie in her pocket.

♪History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of ma-♪ The music stopped as she shut off the Jeep and climbed out the door, dropping her keys into her pants pocket and nestled the joint behind her ear before draping her hair over it. She subsequently made her way into the park proper, it was pretty enough for a city park she thought. As she seated herself at a stone picnic table, pulling a Zippo from her pants pocket and setting it on the table in front of her before nabbing the dirty joint from behind her ear and bringing it to her lips. She breathed in as she lit the joint, quickly glancing around to make sure she wasn't being watched before replacing the lighter and pulling out her phone. Julia scrolled through a list of local motels as the paper burned down, occasionally ashing on the ground between the seat and the table. Eventually she found her quarry, it was cheap, mediocre ratings, and in not particularly nice neighborhood, perfect.

Julia pressed the end of the half burnt joint against the table before carefully putting it in her breast pocket to be finished at a later time. The ATF didn't really hit her until she stood up, but when it did she knew she was ready to go. Julia promptly made her way out of the park and began to wander the streets of Atlanta, looking for something noteworthy, passing many shops, restaurants, cafes and various other establishments on her way. It was a big city, and she literally had all day. She was sure she'd eventually come along something worthwhile.

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Name: Julia MacDonald

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Religion: Atheist

Sexuality: Homosexual

Occupation: Wildland firefighter.

Abilities:

• Bilingual - Julia speaks English and French, though she is admittedly a bit rusty on the French.
• Survivalism - She is very capable of living off the land for an indefinite amount of time.
• First Aid - She is trained in CPR as well as emergency First Aid.

Faults:

• Drug habit - Julia has a proclivity for drugs, specifically cocaine, marijuana, LSD, and mescaline. At work she sticks to cocaine mostly, but in her free time she goes wild.
• Pacifist - She personally wouldn't call it a fault, but she is not a fighter. Unless it's a fire of course.
• Naive - Julia isn't dumb, but she is pretty naive with an innocent view of the world that doesn't befit her age. Happily oblivious to many things.

Power: Enhanced Condition - Julia is if for a lack of a better word, a 'superhuman' her body and mind suffer almost no fatigue. The resultant effect is superhuman strength, durability and endurance as well as peak human speed and reactions. She is not massively superhuman, she can't throw cars around or anything though she could probably lift them onto two wheels, or toss another human and can operate normally for up to four days straight without any form rest.

Personality: Julia is loud and boisterous in social situations, she is almost never in a bad mood, and always friendly. Sometimes to the point of annoyance for those around her. She is immediately trusting of those she meets, holding a strong belief that all people are inherently good and given the choice will always do the right thing.

History: Julia was born in small town in the Redwood forests of Northern California, the daughter of a pair of self-proclaimed tree-huggers her mother a Park Ranger and her father a chainsaw artist. As a kid she spent most of her time outside of school in the outdoors hiking alone or with whoever she could get to accompany her through the dense forests for hours on end. Her early years weren't filled with tragedy or particular adversity, she wasn't a particularly amazing student just slightly above average if anything. Her childhood was typified by school highlighted by occasional weekend camping trips and summer roadtrips across North America.

Her teenage years weren't much different, though it saw her pickup a weed habit, and learn a bit about herself. She joined the cross-country team her freshman year. It was the first thing she really excelled at, and thanks to her time in the locker room served to really affirm to herself her sexual preference, though she chose to keep it to herself. Her affinity for the sport led her to the State championship four years in a row. And played no small part in her getting getting multiple scholarship offers towards the end of her time in high school.

After graduation she chose to go to the University of Wyoming where she majored in Wildlife Biology, working fast food to make ends meet. It didn't last long though, and after a year and a half her wanderlust got the better of her and she dropped out. She spent awhile literally just wandering from town to town, trying to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. She eventually came to set her mind on fighting forest fires. It was the ideal job spend alot of time outdoors, and since it was seasonal she wouldn't be tied down to any place for too long.

She has had a pretty normal life since, working the fire season for hard and long hours in America's wilderness. And spending her off-season just exploring trying to make the most of her time, visiting new cities, meeting new people and experiencing new things.

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Name: Julia MacDonald

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Religion: Atheist

Sexuality: Homosexual

Occupation: Wildland firefighter.

Abilities:

• Bilingual - Julia speaks English and French, though she is admittedly a bit rusty on the French.
• Survivalism - She is very capable of living off the land for an indefinite amount of time.
• First Aid - She is trained in CPR as well as emergency First Aid.

Faults:

• Drug habit - Julia has a proclivity for drugs, specifically cocaine, marijuana, LSD, and mescaline. At work she sticks to cocaine mostly, but in her free time she goes wild.
• Pacifist - She personally wouldn't call it a fault, but she is not a fighter. Unless it's a fire of course.
• Naive - Julia isn't dumb, but she is pretty naive with an innocent view of the world that doesn't befit her age. Happily oblivious to many things.

Power: Enhanced Condition - Julia is if for a lack of a better word, a 'superhuman' her body and mind suffer almost no fatigue. The resultant effect is superhuman strength, durability and endurance as well as peak human speed. She is not massively superhuman, she can't throw cars around or anything though she could probably lift them onto two wheels, or toss another human and can operate normally for up to four days straight without rest.

Personality: Julia is loud and boisterous in social situations, she is almost never in a bad mood, and always friendly. Sometimes to the point of annoyance for those around her. She is immediately trusting of those she meets, holding a strong belief that all people are inherently good and given the choice will always do the right thing.

History: Julia was born in small town in the Redwood forests of Northern California, the daughter of a pair of self-proclaimed tree-huggers her mother a Park Ranger and her father a chainsaw artist. As a kid she spent most of her time outside of school in the outdoors hiking alone or with whoever she could get to accompany her through the dense forests for hours on end. Her early years weren't filled with tragedy or particular adversity, she wasn't a particularly amazing student just slightly above average if anything. Her childhood was typified by school highlighted by occasional weekend camping trips and summer roadtrips across North America.

Her teenage years weren't much different, though it saw her pickup a weed habit, and learn a bit about herself. She joined the cross-country team her freshman year. It was the first thing she really excelled at, and thanks to her time in the locker room served to really affirm to herself her sexual preference, though she chose to keep it to herself. Her affinity for the sport led her to the State championship four years in a row. And played no small part in her getting getting multiple scholarship offers towards the end of her time in high school.

After graduation she chose to go to the University of Wyoming where she majored in Wildlife Biology, working fast food to make ends meet. It didn't last long though, and after a year and a half her wanderlust got the better of her and she dropped out. She spent awhile literally just wandering from town to town, trying to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. She eventually came to set her mind on fighting forest fires. It was the ideal job spend alot of time outdoors, and since it was seasonal she wouldn't be tied down to any place for too long.

She has had a pretty normal life since, working the fire season for hard and long hours in America's wilderness. And spending her off-season just exploring trying to make the most of her time, visiting new cities, meeting new people and experiencing new things.