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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gaq62VCcnew

Things you need to know:

I'm eighteen years old. I'm American. I'm a Protestant Christian. I don't like anime. I like comic books. I once killed a shark.

My roleplaying interests change periodically, and I am not currently looking to join any more roleplays at the moment.

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Klaus Van Untergang


Location;Garden
Interacting With; No one
Mood;Happy → Angry → Sadistic




Klaus sat on one of the garden's many benches, surrounded by his closest allies. His inner circle, as it were. They were seated in a small out cove, a distance away from the more populated sections of the park. "...And then she fell to her knees and begged me to stop!" The group burst out in a fit of laughter. Van Untergang was sharing the tale of his recent encounter with one of the Mayweather students who had taken it upon herself to confront Klaus for his wrong doing. Needless to say, it didn't end well for the poor girl. Übermensch adjusted his white button up shirt's collar and the adjoining red tie, a smirk forming on his pink lips. Thankfully, it wasn't too hot out today; which made dressing in formal wear far more bearable. And based on the clouds, they wouldn't have to worry about rain any time soon. Unless, of course, Samantha decided to change that. Ugh. That woman's outlook on life was disgustingly bright. It made Klaus physically ill to see her dancing in the flowers like she was in a Disney movie.

"Good work as always, sir." One of Klaus's favorite minions, Clark, said. "You're an inspiration to us all!" Dawn chuckled. Clark and Dawn were an interesting duo. They were brother and sister, orphaned at a young age. Klaus had gathered that their mother had some sort of ability, but she hid it from everyone; even her family. At some point her husband found out and proceeded to murder her with a kitchen knife, claiming she was 'a demon from hell.' Clark and Dawn put the beast down and ran away to Delphina. Convincing them to join his dark crusade had been extraordinarily easy. Klaus offered a slight bow in their direction and turned to address the rest of the group, seven in total (not counting Klaus.) "Now, how did the week's recruitment drive go? Any newcomers?" Chike removed a tablet from his backpack, adjusting his glasses as he checked the data. His ebony fingers moved across the screen with all the finesse and speed of a seasoned technician. "We have two awaiting initiation and a third possible, sir." The man reported after a moment. Klaus nodded a few times, placing his hands behind his back as he began to pace back and forth. "We are gathering men rather quickly. I'm proud of you all, truly. Now, let us-"

The nazi's speech was cut off by an unfamiliar sound and a rush of air. The gathering turned to face the source of the interruption. Five strangers stood in a quickly dissipating purple mist, each looking decidedly pissed off. The one in the front, a young gentleman with red glowing eyes, took a step forward to speak. "What did you do to my angel?" He growled. Klaus raised an eyebrow at that. "Pardon me, but I've done quite a lot of things to quite a lot of people. You'll need to be more specific." The man's eyes shone brighter as his face contorted out of rage. "Jemma. Jemma Watts? The telepath you put in the hospital?!" He practically screamed. Van Untergang looked at him, searching for the name in his mind. When it finally clicked, he gave the man a wicked smile. "Ah, yes! Gem! I remember her now." He chuckled menacingly. "She's got quite the scream." Red-Eye swung his arm around, aiming a wild haymaker at Klaus's face. "You bastard! I'll kill you!" Klaus took a casual step to the side and dodged the blow completely. Before the attacker could move to defend himself, Untergang struck him in the ribs with a powerful right hook.

"Ballista!" One of the heroes cried. She pushed past her allies and stuck a hand out to catch this 'Ballista' to keep him from falling. "Pathetic." Klaus spat. The shortest of the bunch moved to the front, a knife in each hand. "I'll cut ya to pieces, bub." The brute charged forward. His speed was incredible as he ran the blades across Klaus's back before he could properly react. Übermensch spun around to face the hairy little dwarf, smashing into the side of the guy's head with a crushing heel kick. "Boss?!" Dawn asked, her voice breaking in panic. "I'll handle this!" He barked back.

The rest of the heroes tried to move forward to engage but suddenly found themselves hesitant to do so. "Enough." Klaus whispered. Each of the aggressors slowly fell onto their knees, one by one. The only one who remained standing was the one called Ballista. "W-what are you doing to us?" There was fear in his voice. Good. Let them be afraid. "Simple. I'm putting you where you belong. On your knees!" Van Untergang pointed at Ballista and focused his powers on the struggling hero. "You don't scare us!" One of them shouted. Klaus merely chuckled."You think yourselves brave. But I can taste the fear; it rolls off of you in waves." The leader of the team looked up at Klaus, hatred in his eyes. "If I were scared of you...I wouldn't have come here." Klaus laughed once more. "You mistake your confidence for courage, boy! You came here thinking yourselves better than me. You thought you would destroy me, yes? That is confidence. Trusting yourself to achieve victory. Courage only comes when defeat is certain, yet you fight anyway..

"You were fools to come here. And now you will pay the price..." Klaus slowly turned his hand over, sweat dripping down his forehead. A scream of utter terror echoed through the empty garden.




James Spinne


Location; Outside → Near Mayweather Old West
Interacting With; Brenna via text @Smarty0114 | Carmen via text @AbandonedIntel | Ellie via yelling @lovely complex
Mood;Exhilarated → Bored





"YEEEEEHAAYYYY!" James yelled at the top of his lungs. He disconnected from his current strand of webbing and fired another using his other hand. The sticky substance attached to a rather large tree, wrapping itself around one its branches. Spider-boy swung past a group of Mayweather girls, his sheer speed whipping up enough wind to send skirts flying. He snickered at the barrage of curses that followed. When he reached the highest point of his current swing, James snapped off the web and flipped backwards. "I'm on top of the wooorld!" He fired off another web just as he spun back into his original position and continued swinging. This would never get old. Seriously, was there a better feeling than soaring through the air like a bird? Or maybe a plane.. Whatever the case. It was an amazing feeling. "Spectacular, spectacular Spider-Man~" The young villain sang to himself as he flew about the Mayweather campus without a care in the world. From the looks of things, he'd be passing the Mayweather Old West dormitory soon. That was Lucas's dormitory! James idly wondered if his friend was still there.

Down below, Spinne noticed a girl in what looked like a sun dress booking it toward the dorm. "What's the hurry?!" James shouted down at the figure; she didn't respond, which meant she probably didn't hear him anyway. Oh well. He shrugged internally. He swung on past the dorm, trying to find a decent place to land. The ground or one of the roofs would be the most logical spots. Buuuutt James liked a challenge. His search proved successful when one of the school's flag poles came into view. Archanid fired off another web at the pole, attaching it directly to the top. He shot past the metal object and was carried high into the air. Again he waited until he'd reached the highest possible point before disconnecting the web. James preformed two consecutive flips before landing on top of the pole. "Style points! Booyah!" He shouted to no one in particular.

After making his his feet were properly gripped to the tiny steel object below him, James took his phone from his pocket and checked his messages. Both Carmen and Brenna had replied! Sweet! It looked like Chica had run off with one of her friends to that old firing range she'd found. That place was pretty rad. Strange and totally out of place, but rad all the same. And it Brenna liked the breakfast he'd left her. Woo! Mission accomplished. He fired off a pair of texts to the two of them:

To: Elsa
my pleasure. you doing anything today? im so boooored.


To: Chica
lol. have fun with that. you actually want me to talk to her?! and i thought i was crazy. but nah, she got my present. see u around later?





Jessica Sterling


Location; Control Room
Interacting With; Harold @Beefydork | Jackson @SomewhatAverage
Mood;Awkward → Calm


No one wanted to be here. That much was obvious; and a little expected, given the trio of people in the room. What Jessica didn't expect, however, was the compliment. Harold...said something..nice? About me? Who are you and what did you do with Harry?! A brief look of surprise appeared on Sterling's face. She was able to get a handle on the feeling quickly and return the smile. "Uhh, thanks." She replied dumbly. Ugh. Why is this so hard? I used to be good at this! Just..talk to them. Form words with your mouth, Jess. She urged herself to continue, despite her reservations with contacting other human beings. The situation became even more awkward as Harold started to...what was he doing, exactly? For the life of her, Jess couldn't tell. But it looked like he was trying to back away? Damn. This isn't going well at all. Maybe I'll come back later. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. But how do I bow outta here without looking like a complete douche?

Luckily for both Harold and Jessica, Jackson seemed at least mildly competent at small talk. He answered Harry's inquiry about the weather, taking a jab at her roommate at the same time. She grinned at that. Jess held no ill will toward Sam but she had a weakness for 'Mother Hurricane' jokes. Hunt's next question, however, provided her with something she could actually work with. Thank you, Jack."Oh, I come here all the time. The Control Room is like, my second home." She gave a short chuckle. "And what brings you to the control room, Hunt? I imagine there are a hundred different things you'd rather be doing than torturing yourself working ou-" Jessica stuttered over the last word, noticing that Jackson had gone from right in front of her to sitting down nearby. "God, that is so cool." She muttered. "Uh, why don't we head inside? We can finish this while we're- unless you don't want to. Keep talking, I mean. We don't have to. Not that I don't enjoy this, but-" Sterling stopped herself with a sigh. She turned on a heel and pushed through the doors and into the main room. Invincible looked over her shoulder at the boys. "You coming?"
Question for our GM ladies! @lovely complex@HushedWhispers

What's the Control Room like? The name reminds of the X-Men's Danger Room...Is it anything like that?

Lol. Poor Harold. Can't catch a break.
Posted early because reasons. Klaus can wait a little while.
James Spinne


Location: Dorm Room → Outside
Interacting With; Brenna via creepy-ass dream | Milo via yelling - @Angel Eyes | Carmen via text @AbandonedIntel
Mood; Exhausted → Happy → Exhilarated


James Spinne couldn't help but grin as he ran his fingers through Brenna Lancaster's hair. It was so incredibly soft and fluffy as he twirled a strand around his fingers. Spinne's other hand lightly touched the woman's arm as he ran it back and forth over her porcelain skin. Just looking at her brought lightning shooting through his veins. He'd convinced himself that she was the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet. (That wasn't very difficult, by the way.) She smiled back, life dancing in her hazel eyes. One of her slim arms was wrapped around James' waist, with the other resting on his chest. Goosebumps formed wherever her freezing hands made contact with his skin. "I am the luckiest man alive." He whispered. Brenna inched closer, tilting her head to the left seductively. "Yes you are." She teased, her voice just as quiet as his. James leaned in, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. He was close enough to feel the cold radiating from her lips. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine as the two began to kiss-

*BZZT*

Brenna broke it off first. "Are you going to get that?" She asked, annoyed. James offered an apologetic smile. "It'll be fine." He reassured her and moved back in.

*BZZT*

The Ice Queen placed a finger to Arachnid's lips. "Get your phone." She ordered. James groaned as he rolled onto his other side and faced the nightstand. He reached out for his smartphone. His finger tips dashed against the object, pushing it away. He scooched a little ways further, swiping at the object. He just needed to get a little closer...*BZZT* The phone went off again, causing both Brenna and James to grunt in frustration. Absolutely done with the stupid piece of technology, James lifted his butt off the bed and moved off just a little too far to the right.

THUMP

James groaned in pain. "Ow." His eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of his dorm room floor. He struggled to move, trapped in his blanket. He eventually got an arm free and grabbed for his cellphone. He pulled the object down to his level and turned it on. "AHHH!" The phone's light was on full power and successfully blinded the poor teenager. "I hate this." He muttered. James glanced at the thing for several seconds, wondering why it had went off. He didn't see any notifications. No calls...No texts. Come to think of it, his phone never made that soun- *BZZT* "Son of a bitch." That was Milo's phone, he realized. "Miiiilooo." James groaned in frustration, his voice muffled by the floor. It was way too early in the morning to be dealing with this shit. *BZZT* "MILO!" James brought his head up off the ground and was greeted by the sun's warm rays hitting him right in the face, blinding him for a second time in less than five minutes. "Damn it!" James, totally sick of this now, shot a string of webbing into the sleeping Asian's face. "GET YOUR DAMN PHONE, BRO." He screamed. "SHUT UP." Someone called from down the hall. "Sorrryyy!" James responded, just as loudly.

Knowing he couldn't fall back asleep after that mess, James forced himself to stand. He haphazardly tossed all of his stuff back onto his bed. Grabbing his backpack, James exited the dorm room and jogged over to the public bathroom. He took a second to freshen up before changing into a pair of ripped jeans, a basic red T-shirt and a dark hoodie adorned with a black widow's hourglass. "Tch." James snapped his fingers and pointed at himself in the mirror. "You are one sexy, sexy man." James made his way back out of the bathroom and toward the exit. He stopped at the stairs on his way. I wonder...He thought to himself. Spider-boy whipped out his smartphone and shot Carmen a quick text:

"hey chica. doing anything today? oh, and is Brenna up yet?"

A moment passed and there was no reply. She was probably already out and about. A frown crossed James' face as he moved over to the kitchenette. He poured two bowls of frosted flakes, as well as a cup of orange juice. He grabbed a tray out of one of the cabinets and made his way up the stairs. He stopped at the second floor, searching for a particular room. Once he spotted it, Spinne jogged over and knocked quietly. When no one responded, he pushed on it as lightly as he could. Upon spotting Lancaster inside, James quietly closed the door and suspended the tray from the ceiling via webbing. Perfect. The spider didn't admire his work for too long before he made his way to the nearest window. He slid the glass up and perched himself on the edge. James placed his ear buds in his...ears...and flipped his music on.

"Standing in the hall of fame..."

Arachnid jumped. A web fired out of the spinneret on his wrist at hundreds of miles an hour, attaching to a nearby building. James smiled from ear to ear as he soared through the sky. He loved this.

"And the world's gonna know your name..."

"Hell yeah they will. WOOOO!"




Jessica Sterling


Location; Bathroom → Outside → Control Room
Interacting With; Harold & Jackson via nervous greeting @beefydork @SomewhatAverage
Mood; Terrified → Better


Hot water washed over Jessica's impervious skin. The shower was set to maximum, yet she could barely feel it. It was quite early in the morning and she'd been at the Control Room all last night. A feeling of drowsiness washed over the young woman. Jess closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting as she began to doze off. She was immediately greeted by the sight of a man in a black trench coat standing in the middle of her burning living room. The air smelled of ash and blood. The figure turned toward her, his face hidden behind a wall of smoke. He began to walk toward her, his massive frame towering over the terrified Jessica. A feeling of dread overwhelmed Jess as she tried to move away from the approaching silhouette. The movement brought her elbow colliding with the shampoo. The bottle hit the floor with a crash; the sound of it jolted Jess awake. She bent down to pick up the fallen item, her handing shaking as she placed it back on the shelf. Calm down. She ordered herself. Jessica's knees felt weak. Like she could collapse any minute now. "Bulletproof...Nothing to lose.. fire away, fire away." Jess sang softly, her voice quieter than a whisper. The girl took a deep breath. Her hand was still no

She quickly washed up, not seeing a point in staying in there for longer than necessary. She dried herself off with a towel and slipped her clothes back on. Sighing, Sterling adjusted her favorite black jacket, grey long sleeve shirt and plain dark capris. They weren't very elegant but they got the job done. No classes today...great. What am I supposed to do with myself now? She groaned internally. Today was not a good day; not that she'd had many of those in the past year. She dreaded waking up in the morning and having to be someone she was not. All of this isolation and restraint was progressively driving Jessica Sterling insane. Maybe she needed a day off. But what was she going to do? Maybe Ellie and I- Nah. She has better things to do. Jess slipped into a pair of generic sneakers and made her way out of the restroom. She stopped to take one of Sam's muffins. Mmm. That girl can bake. With that small bit of a pick-me-up in her stomach, Jess waltzed out of the dorms, past Samantha and made a beeline for the Control Room.

It was a quick run from Mayweather Old East to the Control Room. Jess didn't bother greeting any of the other students on her way. She had places to be. Not that she spoke to any of them anyway. Invincible pulled open the front door and stepped into the Control Room's lobby, looking around the room. It was relatively empty; there were only two other people there. Upon further examination, Jess recognized that it was Harold and Jackson. Knowing that this day couldn't get any worse, and that talking to people generally relieved her of stress, she decided to greet them. "Morning, guys."



Klaus Van Untergang


Location;Garden
Interacting With; No one
Mood;Happy → Angry → Sadistic




Klaus sat on one of the garden's many benches, surrounded by his closest allies. His inner circle, as it were. They were seated in a small out cove, a distance away from the more populated sections of the park. "...And then she fell to her knees and begged me to stop!" The group burst out in a fit of laughter. Van Untergang was sharing the tale of his recent encounter with one of the Mayweather students who had taken it upon herself to confront Klaus for his wrong doing. Needless to say, it didn't end well for the poor girl. Übermensch adjusted his white button up shirt's collar and the adjoining red tie, a smirk forming on his pink lips. Thankfully, it wasn't too hot out today; which made dressing in formal wear far more bearable. And based on the clouds, they wouldn't have to worry about rain any time soon. Unless, of course, Samantha decided to change that. Ugh. That woman's outlook on life was disgustingly bright. It made Klaus physically ill to see her dancing in the flowers like she was in a Disney movie.

"Good work as always, sir." One of Klaus's favorite minions, Clark, said. "You're an inspiration to us all!" Dawn chuckled. Clark and Dawn were an interesting duo. They were brother and sister, orphaned at a young age. Klaus had gathered that their mother had some sort of ability, but she hid it from everyone; even her family. At some point her husband found out and proceeded to murder her with a kitchen knife, claiming she was 'a demon from hell.' Clark and Dawn put the beast down and ran away to Delphina. Convincing them to join his dark crusade had been extraordinarily easy. Klaus offered a slight bow in their direction and turned to address the rest of the group, seven in total (not counting Klaus.) "Now, how did the week's recruitment drive go? Any newcomers?" Chike removed a tablet from his backpack, adjusting his glasses as he checked the data. His ebony fingers moved across the screen with all the finesse and speed of a seasoned technician. "We have two awaiting initiation and a third possible, sir." The man reported after a moment. Klaus nodded a few times, placing his hands behind his back as he began to pace back and forth. "We are gathering men rather quickly. I'm proud of you all, truly. Now, let us-"

The nazi's speech was cut off by an unfamiliar sound and a rush of air. The gathering turned to face the source of the interruption. Five strangers stood in a quickly dissipating purple mist, each looking decidedly pissed off. The one in the front, a young gentleman with red glowing eyes, took a step forward to speak. "What did you do to my angel?" He growled. Klaus raised an eyebrow at that. "Pardon me, but I've done quite a lot of things to quite a lot of people. You'll need to be more specific." The man's eyes shone brighter as his face contorted out of rage. "Jemma. Jemma Watts? The telepath you put in the hospital?!" He practically screamed. Van Untergang looked at him, searching for the name in his mind. When it finally clicked, he gave the man a wicked smile. "Ah, yes! Gem! I remember her now." He chuckled menacingly. "She's got quite the scream." Red-Eye swung his arm around, aiming a wild haymaker at Klaus's face. "You bastard! I'll kill you!" Klaus took a casual step to the side and dodged the blow completely. Before the attacker could move to defend himself, Untergang struck him in the ribs with a powerful right hook.

"Ballista!" One of the heroes cried. She pushed past her allies and stuck a hand out to catch this 'Ballista' to keep him from falling. "Pathetic." Klaus spat. The shortest of the bunch moved to the front, a knife in each hand. "I'll cut ya to pieces, bub." The brute charged forward. His speed was incredible as he ran the blades across Klaus's back before he could properly react. Übermensch spun around to face the hairy little dwarf, smashing into the side of the guy's head with a crushing heel kick. "Boss?!" Dawn asked, her voice breaking in panic. "I'll handle this!" He barked back.

The rest of the heroes tried to move forward to engage but suddenly found themselves hesitant to do so. "Enough." Klaus whispered. Each of the aggressors slowly fell onto their knees, one by one. The only one who remained standing was the one called Ballista. "W-what are you doing to us?" There was fear in his voice. Good. Let them be afraid. "Simple. I'm putting you where you belong. On your knees!" Van Untergang pointed at Ballista and focused his powers on the struggling hero. "You don't scare us!" One of them shouted. Klaus merely chuckled."You think yourselves brave. But I can taste the fear; it rolls off of you in waves." The leader of the team looked up at Klaus, hatred in his eyes. "If I were scared of you...I wouldn't have come here." Klaus laughed once more. "You mistake your confidence for courage, boy! You came here thinking yourselves better than me. You thought you would destroy me, yes? That is confidence. Trusting yourself to achieve victory. Courage only comes when defeat is certain, yet you fight anyway..

"You were fools to come here. And now you will pay the price..." Klaus slowly turned his hand over, sweat dripping down his forehead. A scream of utter terror echoed through the empty garden.




James Spinne


Location; Outside → Near Mayweather Old West
Interacting With; Brenna via text | Carmen via text |
Mood;Exhilarated → Bored





"YEEEEEHAAYYYY!" James yelled at the top of his lungs. He disconnected from his current strand of webbing and fired another using his other hand. The sticky substance attached to a rather large tree, wrapping itself around one its branches. Spider-boy swung past a group of Mayweather girls, his sheer speed whipping up enough wind to send skirts flying. He snickered at the barrage of curses that followed. When he reached the highest point of his current swing, James snapped off the web and flipped backwards. "I'm on top of the wooorld!" He fired off another web just as he spun back into his original position and continued swinging. This would never get old. Seriously, was there a better feeling than soaring through the air like a bird? Or maybe a plane.. Whatever the case. It was an amazing feeling. "Spectacular, spectacular Spider-Man~" The young villain sang to himself as he flew about the Mayweather campus without a care in the world. From the looks of things, he'd be passing the Mayweather Old West dormitory soon. That was Lucas's dormitory! James idly wondered if his friend was still there.

Down below, Spinne noticed a girl in what looked like a sun dress booking it toward the dorm. "What's the hurry?!" James shouted down at the figure; she didn't respond, which meant she probably didn't hear him anyway. Oh well. He shrugged internally. He swung on past the dorm, trying to find a decent place to land. The ground or one of the roofs would be the most logical spots. Buuuutt James liked a challenge. His search proved successful when one of the school's flag poles came into view. Archanid fired off another web at the pole, attaching it directly to the top. He shot past the metal object and was carried high into the air. Again he waited until he'd reached the highest possible point before disconnecting the web. James preformed two consecutive flips before landing on top of the pole. "Style points! Booyah!" He shouted to no one in particular.

After making his his feet were properly gripped to the tiny steel object below him, James took his phone from his pocket and checked his messages. Both Carmen and Brenna had replied! Sweet! It looked like Chica had run off with one of her friends to that old firing range she'd found. That place was pretty rad. Strange and totally out of place, but rad all the same. And it Brenna liked the breakfast he'd left her. Woo! Mission accomplished. He fired off a pair of texts to the two of them:

To: Elsa
my pleasure. you doing anything today? im so boooored.


To: Chica
lol. have fun with that. you actually want me to talk to her?! and i thought i was crazy. but nah, she got my present. see u around later?





Jessica Sterling


Location; Control Room
Interacting With; Harold | Jackson
Mood;Awkward → Calm


No one wanted to be here. That much was obvious; and a little expected, given the trio of people in the room. What Jessica didn't expect, however, was the compliment. Harold...said something..nice? About me? Who are you and what did you do with Harry?! A brief look of surprise appeared on Sterling's face. She was able to get a handle on the feeling quickly and return the smile. "Uhh, thanks." She replied dumbly. Ugh. Why is this so hard? I used to be good at this! Just..talk to them. Form words with your mouth, Jess. She urged herself to continue, despite her reservations with contacting other human beings. The situation became even more awkward as Harold started to...what was he doing, exactly? For the life of her, Jess couldn't tell. But it looked like he was trying to back away? Damn. This isn't going well at all. Maybe I'll come back later. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. But how do I bow outta here without looking like a complete douche?

Luckily for both Harold and Jessica, Jackson seemed at least mildly competent at small talk. He answered Harry's inquiry about the weather, taking a jab at her roommate at the same time. She grinned at that. Jess held no ill will toward Sam but she had a weakness for 'Mother Hurricane' jokes. Hunt's next question, however, provided her with something she could actually work with. Thank you, Jack."Oh, I come here all the time. The Control Room is like, my second home." She gave a short chuckle. "And what brings you to the control room, Hunt? I imagine there are a hundred different things you'd rather be doing than torturing yourself working ou-" Jessica stuttered over the last word, noticing that Jackson had gone from right in front of her to sitting down nearby. "God, that is so cool." She muttered. "Uh, why don't we head inside? We can finish this while we're- unless you don't want to. Keep talking, I mean. We don't have to. Not that I don't enjoy this, but-" Sterling stopped herself with a sigh. She turned on a heel and pushed through the doors and into the main room. Invincible looked over her shoulder at the boys. "You coming?"
Post is almost done, just need to finish Klaus's part.
James Spinne


Location: Dorm Room → Outside
Interacting With; Brenna via creepy-ass dream | Milo via yelling - @Angel Eyes | Carmen via text @AbandonedIntel
Mood; Exhausted → Happy → Exhilarated


James Spinne couldn't help but grin as he ran his fingers through Brenna Lancaster's hair. It was so incredibly soft and fluffy as he twirled a strand around his fingers. Spinne's other hand lightly touched the woman's arm as he ran it back and forth over her porcelain skin. Just looking at her brought lightning shooting through his veins. He'd convinced himself that she was the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet. (That wasn't very difficult, by the way.) She smiled back, life dancing in her hazel eyes. One of her slim arms was wrapped around James' waist, with the other resting on his chest. Goosebumps formed wherever her freezing hands made contact with his skin. "I am the luckiest man alive." He whispered. Brenna inched closer, tilting her head to the left seductively. "Yes you are." She teased, her voice just as quiet as his. James leaned in, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. He was close enough to feel the cold radiating from her lips. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine as the two began to kiss-

*BZZT*

Brenna broke it off first. "Are you going to get that?" She asked, annoyed. James offered an apologetic smile. "It'll be fine." He reassured her and moved back in.

*BZZT*

The Ice Queen placed a finger to Arachnid's lips. "Get your phone." She ordered. James groaned as he rolled onto his other side and faced the nightstand. He reached out for his smartphone. His finger tips dashed against the object, pushing it away. He scooched a little ways further, swiping at the object. He just needed to get a little closer...*BZZT* The phone went off again, causing both Brenna and James to grunt in frustration. Absolutely done with the stupid piece of technology, James lifted his butt off the bed and moved off just a little too far to the right.

THUMP

James groaned in pain. "Ow." His eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of his dorm room floor. He struggled to move, trapped in his blanket. He eventually got an arm free and grabbed for his cellphone. He pulled the object down to his level and turned it on. "AHHH!" The phone's light was on full power and successfully blinded the poor teenager. "I hate this." He muttered. James glanced at the thing for several seconds, wondering why it had went off. He didn't see any notifications. No calls...No texts. Come to think of it, his phone never made that soun- *BZZT* "Son of a bitch." That was Milo's phone, he realized. "Miiiilooo." James groaned in frustration, his voice muffled by the floor. It was way too early in the morning to be dealing with this shit. *BZZT* "MILO!" James brought his head up off the ground and was greeted by the sun's warm rays hitting him right in the face, blinding him for a second time in less than five minutes. "Damn it!" James, totally sick of this now, shot a string of webbing into the sleeping Asian's face. "GET YOUR DAMN PHONE, BRO." He screamed. "SHUT UP." Someone called from down the hall. "Sorrryyy!" James responded, just as loudly.

Knowing he couldn't fall back asleep after that mess, James forced himself to stand. He haphazardly tossed all of his stuff back onto his bed. Grabbing his backpack, James exited the dorm room and jogged over to the public bathroom. He took a second to freshen up before changing into a pair of ripped jeans, a basic red T-shirt and a dark hoodie adorned with a black widow's hourglass. "Tch." James snapped his fingers and pointed at himself in the mirror. "You are one sexy, sexy man." James made his way back out of the bathroom and toward the exit. He stopped at the stairs on his way. I wonder...He thought to himself. Spider-boy whipped out his smartphone and shot Carmen a quick text:

"hey chica. doing anything today? oh, and is Brenna up yet?"

A moment passed and there was no reply. She was probably already out and about. A frown crossed James' face as he moved over to the kitchenette. He poured two bowls of frosted flakes, as well as a cup of orange juice. He grabbed a tray out of one of the cabinets and made his way up the stairs. He stopped at the second floor, searching for a particular room. Once he spotted it, Spinne jogged over and knocked quietly. When no one responded, he pushed on it as lightly as he could. Upon spotting Lancaster inside, James quietly closed the door and suspended the tray from the ceiling via webbing. Perfect. The spider didn't admire his work for too long before he made his way to the nearest window. He slid the glass up and perched himself on the edge. James placed his ear buds in his...ears...and flipped his music on.

"Standing in the hall of fame..."

Arachnid jumped. A web fired out of the spinneret on his wrist at hundreds of miles an hour, attaching to a nearby building. James smiled from ear to ear as he soared through the sky. He loved this.

"And the world's gonna know your name..."

"Hell yeah they will. WOOOO!"




Jessica Sterling


Location; Bathroom → Outside → Control Room
Interacting With; Harold via nervous greeting @beefydork
Mood; Terrified → Better


Hot water washed over Jessica's impervious skin. The shower was set to maximum, yet she could barely feel it. It was quite early in the morning and she'd been at the Control Room all last night. A feeling of drowsiness washed over the young woman. Jess closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting as she began to doze off. She was immediately greeted by the sight of a man in a black trench coat standing in the middle of her burning living room. The air smelled of ash and blood. The figure turned toward her, his face hidden behind a wall of smoke. He began to walk toward her, his massive frame towering over the terrified Jessica. A feeling of dread overwhelmed Jess as she tried to move away from the approaching silhouette. The movement brought her elbow colliding with the shampoo. The bottle hit the floor with a crash; the sound of it jolted Jess awake. She bent down to pick up the fallen item, her handing shaking as she placed it back on the shelf. Calm down. She ordered herself. Jessica's knees felt weak. Like she could collapse any minute now. "Bulletproof...Nothing to lose.. fire away, fire away." Jess sang softly, her voice quieter than a whisper. The girl took a deep breath. Her hand was still no

She quickly washed up, not seeing a point in staying in there for longer than necessary. She dried herself off with a towel and slipped her clothes back on. Sighing, Sterling adjusted her favorite black jacket, grey long sleeve shirt and plain dark capris. They weren't very elegant but they got the job done. No classes today...great. What am I supposed to do with myself now? She groaned internally. Today was not a good day; not that she'd had many of those in the past year. She dreaded waking up in the morning and having to be someone she was not. All of this isolation and restraint was progressively driving Jessica Sterling insane. Maybe she needed a day off. But what was she going to do? Maybe Ellie and I- Nah. She has better things to do. Jess slipped into a pair of generic sneakers and made her way out of the restroom. She stopped to take one of Sam's muffins. Mmm. That girl can bake. With that small bit of a pick-me-up in her stomach, Jess waltzed out of the dorms, past Samantha and made a beeline for the Control Room.

It was a quick run from Mayweather Old East to the Control Room. Jess didn't bother greeting any of the other students on her way. She had places to be. Not that she spoke to any of them anyway. Invincible pulled open the front door and stepped into the Control Room's lobby, looking around the room. It was relatively empty; there was only one other person there. Upon further examination, Jess recognized that it was Harold. Knowing that this day couldn't get any worse, she decided to greet him. [color=silver]"Morning, Harold."[/color

Not nearly enough drama up in this place.
@AbandonedIntel I'm just trying to stay awake at this point. Lol.
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