...but someone could just shoot him with a gun, right?
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9 yrs ago
You like to think that you're the best part of me but I confess, there is nothing left of you here.
9 yrs ago
I serve it up in a shot so suck it down like a man.
10 yrs ago
But no matter how many fish in the sea, it'd be so empty without me.
10 yrs ago
There's another world inside of me that you may never see.
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Girl. 26. America.
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@Automaton What happens if his foe has an ability that there isn't really an "opposite" for? Like, my char does illusions...
@CLIW - Sorry Nya kind of blew her off. I was just about to post that huge collab and didn't want to rewrite the whole thing :D
((OOC: In collab with @kagethekiller))
A new girl she hadn’t yet spoken to approached Nya. Her name was….Alda, if Nya remembered correctly. She asked about helping her with her shoulder. Nya was skeptical. She didn’t know how much prior training this girl had and wasn’t going to risk worsening her injury just to save face. She attempted a smile before she answered, “No, that’s ok. I’d be more comfortable if a nurse looked at it. Thanks anyway.” She turned back to Sky, waiting for his acknowledgement of her issue. Sky didn’t seem entirely interested in what Nya was asking. He looked down at her then moved on to the rest of the group. She wasn’t used to being so blatantly ignored. Well, if you’re not going to handle this, I’ll just have to do it myself, she thought. She turned to Seril who seemed amused after the last fight. “Hey, I’m gonna go head down the the infirmary. I think I should probably make sure it’s really just dislocated.”
Seril threw a towel on the kid who had just got his ass handed to him, and heard Nya say she was going to the Infirmary, he caught up to her wondering if it was really that bad. “You want me to go with you?” He asked as she went to leave. He checked in on the copy in his room and saw it flipping through the textbook out of boredom. He cursed in his head.
Nya looked around the room before answering. She knew that her peers were losing her respect. She had lost a fight she should have won. It was due to cheating but it was a loss nonetheless. The last thing she needed was a babysitter accompanying her to get herself checked out. Even if that babysitter was the closest thing she had to a friend, she needed to show everyone that she wasn’t easy to put down. She looked back to Seril, “no, don’t worry about it. I saw where it was on the way here. I’m sure I’ll only be gone a few minutes. Besides, you seem to be enjoying this anyway.” She smiled slightly and headed out of the room. The air out in the hallway was lighter; fresher. It gave her a few seconds to go over what she had learned in class. Apparently not everyone was willing to play by the rules. She should have known this going in but still managed to underestimate some of them. She turned the corner and continued down the hall. If she was going to have any hope of forming strong bonds with the rest of the group, she was going to have to try harder. She was going to have to put more of herself out there. She sighed. She wasn’t very social and didn’t always enjoy small talk. I guess you’ll just have to put up with it for a while. She walked into the nurse’s room and sat on a folding chair against the wall. “Hello?” she called out.
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Nya walked out of the infirmary. Her shoulder was still sore but it was no longer dislocated. The nurse seemed as cold as Sky was. Maybe they all came that way. She headed back down the hallway, unsure of whether she should go back to the tournament or just head right to her dorm. She quickly decided the dorm room was probably her best bet. She wanted to clear her thoughts and being alone was the surest way for her to do that. While she walked, she noticed pictures of past graduates along the hallways. She found Codeeva’s year and was instantly drawn to his smiling face. It stood out among the other stern photos. Seeing him smile made her smile. She continued down the hall and eventually made her way into her room. She noticed the adjoining door between her room and Seril’s room was still open slightly. Maybe a peek won’t hurt. I mean, it’s his fault for being so she paused, mysterious? It wasn’t the right word but it was all she could call him for now. As she walked up to the door, she ran right into Seril. “Ow! What the hell?” He had been standing there the entire time. “I thought you were going to stay and watch the rest of the tournament? Why are you here?” She rubbed her head where she had hit him.
Seril’s copy laughed and the real Seril cursed leaving the match feigning a headache. He tried to take control of the damned thing but this one wasn’t gonna let him in its head. “I figured I was beaten by that runt I might as well come up here and brush up on my technique.” His copy said looking down at the book in his hand. “This stupid shit is redundant though, they act like no one has ever thrown a punch in their lives.” Seril was still 4 floors away from his copy and he wouldn’t have control over it until he was at least on the same floor as it. Seril listened into his copies conversation and began to run. This was the bitchiest version of him he knew about, and it had taken upon itself to even name itself Jeffery. Jeffery was straight backed and uptight all the time, but there was no way of changing how these ones acted yet so Seril figured he just had to run faster before this thing made a fool of him. “So did the Infirmary say you have glass bones just like the rest of the Focal bitch’s” His copy said as he smacked himself in the face, leading to both of them smacking themselves in the face. Sometimes Seril hated himself.
Nya was stunned. Why is he talking to me like this?. Seril was the only version of a friend she had here and apparently the friendship was only on her end. Once his comment sank in, Nya was pissed. “Listen, jerkoff. I don’t know what kind of menstrual cycle you’re on here, but keep it up and I’ll kick your ass so hard, your great grandkids will regret you running your mouth off. Count yourself lucky that right now I care more about graduating than I do about shutting you up.” She slammed the door in his face and turned, kicking the chair next to her. She made her way over to her bed and sat on the edge . Her head was pounding and she was exhausted. Guard training seemed to get more and more depressing the longer she stayed.
@CLIW
A new girl she hadn’t yet spoken to approached Nya. Her name was….Alda, if Nya remembered correctly. She asked about helping her with her shoulder. Nya was skeptical. She didn’t know how much prior training this girl had and wasn’t going to risk worsening her injury just to save face. She attempted a smile before she answered, “No, that’s ok. I’d be more comfortable if a nurse looked at it. Thanks anyway.” She turned back to Sky, waiting for his acknowledgement of her issue. Sky didn’t seem entirely interested in what Nya was asking. He looked down at her then moved on to the rest of the group. She wasn’t used to being so blatantly ignored. Well, if you’re not going to handle this, I’ll just have to do it myself, she thought. She turned to Seril who seemed amused after the last fight. “Hey, I’m gonna go head down the the infirmary. I think I should probably make sure it’s really just dislocated.”
Seril threw a towel on the kid who had just got his ass handed to him, and heard Nya say she was going to the Infirmary, he caught up to her wondering if it was really that bad. “You want me to go with you?” He asked as she went to leave. He checked in on the copy in his room and saw it flipping through the textbook out of boredom. He cursed in his head.
Nya looked around the room before answering. She knew that her peers were losing her respect. She had lost a fight she should have won. It was due to cheating but it was a loss nonetheless. The last thing she needed was a babysitter accompanying her to get herself checked out. Even if that babysitter was the closest thing she had to a friend, she needed to show everyone that she wasn’t easy to put down. She looked back to Seril, “no, don’t worry about it. I saw where it was on the way here. I’m sure I’ll only be gone a few minutes. Besides, you seem to be enjoying this anyway.” She smiled slightly and headed out of the room. The air out in the hallway was lighter; fresher. It gave her a few seconds to go over what she had learned in class. Apparently not everyone was willing to play by the rules. She should have known this going in but still managed to underestimate some of them. She turned the corner and continued down the hall. If she was going to have any hope of forming strong bonds with the rest of the group, she was going to have to try harder. She was going to have to put more of herself out there. She sighed. She wasn’t very social and didn’t always enjoy small talk. I guess you’ll just have to put up with it for a while. She walked into the nurse’s room and sat on a folding chair against the wall. “Hello?” she called out.
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Nya walked out of the infirmary. Her shoulder was still sore but it was no longer dislocated. The nurse seemed as cold as Sky was. Maybe they all came that way. She headed back down the hallway, unsure of whether she should go back to the tournament or just head right to her dorm. She quickly decided the dorm room was probably her best bet. She wanted to clear her thoughts and being alone was the surest way for her to do that. While she walked, she noticed pictures of past graduates along the hallways. She found Codeeva’s year and was instantly drawn to his smiling face. It stood out among the other stern photos. Seeing him smile made her smile. She continued down the hall and eventually made her way into her room. She noticed the adjoining door between her room and Seril’s room was still open slightly. Maybe a peek won’t hurt. I mean, it’s his fault for being so she paused, mysterious? It wasn’t the right word but it was all she could call him for now. As she walked up to the door, she ran right into Seril. “Ow! What the hell?” He had been standing there the entire time. “I thought you were going to stay and watch the rest of the tournament? Why are you here?” She rubbed her head where she had hit him.
Seril’s copy laughed and the real Seril cursed leaving the match feigning a headache. He tried to take control of the damned thing but this one wasn’t gonna let him in its head. “I figured I was beaten by that runt I might as well come up here and brush up on my technique.” His copy said looking down at the book in his hand. “This stupid shit is redundant though, they act like no one has ever thrown a punch in their lives.” Seril was still 4 floors away from his copy and he wouldn’t have control over it until he was at least on the same floor as it. Seril listened into his copies conversation and began to run. This was the bitchiest version of him he knew about, and it had taken upon itself to even name itself Jeffery. Jeffery was straight backed and uptight all the time, but there was no way of changing how these ones acted yet so Seril figured he just had to run faster before this thing made a fool of him. “So did the Infirmary say you have glass bones just like the rest of the Focal bitch’s” His copy said as he smacked himself in the face, leading to both of them smacking themselves in the face. Sometimes Seril hated himself.
Nya was stunned. Why is he talking to me like this?. Seril was the only version of a friend she had here and apparently the friendship was only on her end. Once his comment sank in, Nya was pissed. “Listen, jerkoff. I don’t know what kind of menstrual cycle you’re on here, but keep it up and I’ll kick your ass so hard, your great grandkids will regret you running your mouth off. Count yourself lucky that right now I care more about graduating than I do about shutting you up.” She slammed the door in his face and turned, kicking the chair next to her. She made her way over to her bed and sat on the edge . Her head was pounding and she was exhausted. Guard training seemed to get more and more depressing the longer she stayed.
@CLIW
Im interested.
He shut it down already. There's a different one posted here though: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/80566-x-men-the-grinder-chronicles/ooc
Appearance:
Name: Nyaleena Vega
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Grid: Focal
Secret Gift: Nya can read and manipulate someone’s aura. Her exact abilities include reading and manipulating emotions, some minor ability to read a person’s intent (although it doesn’t always work and is very unreliable), ability to sense the strength of a person’s life-force and ability to put a person in a trance for short periods of time.
Weapon of Choice: dual Colt 1911 .45s, SOG Seal Knife 2000
Gear: Standard guard gear, a gun holster on each thigh and an arm sheathe for her knife
Bio: Nyaleena Vega grew up in a proud, wealthy Council family. This very same family was a part of the original Council who established the safety around Markson. For her entire life, she has heard nothing but how much of a plague the Anomalous are. After meeting an Anomalous as a child, she has hidden her fascination with the outcasts. Learning she was recruited to the Guard was a mix of emotions for her - pride in carrying on the family legacy and trepidation in knowing what she was being trained to do, especially considering her fears that she may in fact be an Anomalous…
Habits: She hums excessively.
Theme Song: Show Me How to Live - Audioslave
Other: She doesn't smile very often and is apathetic to making many friends.
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Name: Jada Warren
Alias: (Your "Mutant Name"): Mirage
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
She is 5’7”and slim for her height. She dresses basic but sophisticated, usually preferring jeans and a basic top. She prefers not to draw attention to herself with her clothing.
Powers: Jada can create illusions, causing her target to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist. She is only able to cast illusions on one person or object at a time.
Bio: Jada was born to an upper class family in Barbados. She lived with that family until her parents were killed by a gang member the night of her 8th birthday. Having no other relatives, she lived in an orphanage until she was 10. She was then adopted by a missionary family from the United States. She realized her ability to influence what people saw around the age of 17. She was playing hide -n -seek with the children in the Sunday School class she taught. She was able to hide from each of the children by making them think she was out of the room. She excitedly told her family about her newfound ability. They became enraged, accusing her of witchcraft. Every night they would have her pray that she would turn her life back to God. They even had her re-baptised. Eventually, a member of the church heard about what she was doing and told her about The Grinder. She knew immediately that this was the only place she would be safe to be herself. One night, Jada took out the money willed to her from her biological family and left a note telling everyone not to look for her. She headed to The Grinder.
Name: Nyaleena Vega
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Grid: Focal
Secret Gift: Nya can read and manipulate someone’s aura. Her exact abilities include reading and manipulating emotions, some minor ability to read a person’s intent (although it doesn’t always work and is very unreliable), ability to sense the strength of a person’s life-force and ability to put a person in a trance for short periods of time.
Weapon of Choice: dual Colt 1911 .45s, SOG Seal Knife 2000
Gear: Standard guard gear, a gun holster on each thigh and an arm sheathe for her knife
Bio: Nyaleena Vega grew up in a proud, wealthy Council family. This very same family was a part of the original Council who established the safety around Markson. For her entire life, she has heard nothing but how much of a plague the Anomalous are. After meeting an Anomalous as a child, she has hidden her fascination with the outcasts. Learning she was recruited to the Guard was a mix of emotions for her - pride in carrying on the family legacy and trepidation in knowing what she was being trained to do, especially considering her fears that she may in fact be an Anomalous…
Habits: She hums excessively.
Theme Song: Show Me How to Live - Audioslave
Other: She doesn't smile very often and is apathetic to making many friends.
_______________________________________________________________________________
Name: Jada Warren
Alias: (Your "Mutant Name"): Mirage
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
She is 5’7”and slim for her height. She dresses basic but sophisticated, usually preferring jeans and a basic top. She prefers not to draw attention to herself with her clothing.
Powers: Jada can create illusions, causing her target to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist. She is only able to cast illusions on one person or object at a time.
Bio: Jada was born to an upper class family in Barbados. She lived with that family until her parents were killed by a gang member the night of her 8th birthday. Having no other relatives, she lived in an orphanage until she was 10. She was then adopted by a missionary family from the United States. She realized her ability to influence what people saw around the age of 17. She was playing hide -n -seek with the children in the Sunday School class she taught. She was able to hide from each of the children by making them think she was out of the room. She excitedly told her family about her newfound ability. They became enraged, accusing her of witchcraft. Every night they would have her pray that she would turn her life back to God. They even had her re-baptised. Eventually, a member of the church heard about what she was doing and told her about The Grinder. She knew immediately that this was the only place she would be safe to be herself. One night, Jada took out the money willed to her from her biological family and left a note telling everyone not to look for her. She headed to The Grinder.
Interested
1. Home - Breaking Benjamin
2. Phenomenon - Thousand Foot Krutch
3. Chariot - Gavin Degraw
4. To Return - Chevelle
5. American Pie - Don McLean
6. Welcome to the Jungle - Guns N Roses
7. Stereo - 4th Avenue Jones
8. Shadows - RED
9. Bodies - Drowning Pool
10. Still Running - Chevelle
2. Phenomenon - Thousand Foot Krutch
3. Chariot - Gavin Degraw
4. To Return - Chevelle
5. American Pie - Don McLean
6. Welcome to the Jungle - Guns N Roses
7. Stereo - 4th Avenue Jones
8. Shadows - RED
9. Bodies - Drowning Pool
10. Still Running - Chevelle
(pre-fight)
Nya laughed slightly at Seril’s question. Seril’s face echoed her amusement. “I wouldn’t use the word bad, per se. It was more…predictable. I knew you were going to lose. I should have told you ahead of time but I didn’t want to discourage you.” She slid down the wall to sit on the floor and motioned for him to do the same. “You should try to be more passionate about your fighting. That’s why he beat you. He wanted it more. Next time try to find something that gets your fire burning and focus on that. It’ll give you something to fight for.” She winked, then Sky called her name and she got up to face Colt.
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(post fight)
Ah, damn it. So it appeared that Colt could handle himself more than Nya had suspected. She had never been in a fight with that type of person before - someone who almost seemed intent on hurting her. It was the one thing she wasn’t able to prepare for by fighting with Codeeva. He would never have tried to hurt her intentionally. Sky helped Nya over to the wall as he barked at Colt about his behavior. While he motioned for the next couple to begin their brawl, Nya tried to rotate her shoulder. She couldn’t even make a full motion before she yelped in pain. Oh no. She turned to Sky. “I think my shoulder is dislocated. I….I can’t……it…..it won’t rotate.” She tried the same circular motion with the same result; a sharp, agonizing pain. She tried not to panic. She knew the injury wasn’t something that would last long term. She looked at Sky’s face. He was proud and stoic. She felt a strength radiating off of him. He wasn’t worried and seemed almost apathetic of her injury. She knew that she, too, should be apathetic. She evened her breath and looked him square in the face when she asked, “what would you like me to do?”
@kagethekiller @ScarlettWaters16
Nya laughed slightly at Seril’s question. Seril’s face echoed her amusement. “I wouldn’t use the word bad, per se. It was more…predictable. I knew you were going to lose. I should have told you ahead of time but I didn’t want to discourage you.” She slid down the wall to sit on the floor and motioned for him to do the same. “You should try to be more passionate about your fighting. That’s why he beat you. He wanted it more. Next time try to find something that gets your fire burning and focus on that. It’ll give you something to fight for.” She winked, then Sky called her name and she got up to face Colt.
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(post fight)
Ah, damn it. So it appeared that Colt could handle himself more than Nya had suspected. She had never been in a fight with that type of person before - someone who almost seemed intent on hurting her. It was the one thing she wasn’t able to prepare for by fighting with Codeeva. He would never have tried to hurt her intentionally. Sky helped Nya over to the wall as he barked at Colt about his behavior. While he motioned for the next couple to begin their brawl, Nya tried to rotate her shoulder. She couldn’t even make a full motion before she yelped in pain. Oh no. She turned to Sky. “I think my shoulder is dislocated. I….I can’t……it…..it won’t rotate.” She tried the same circular motion with the same result; a sharp, agonizing pain. She tried not to panic. She knew the injury wasn’t something that would last long term. She looked at Sky’s face. He was proud and stoic. She felt a strength radiating off of him. He wasn’t worried and seemed almost apathetic of her injury. She knew that she, too, should be apathetic. She evened her breath and looked him square in the face when she asked, “what would you like me to do?”
@kagethekiller @ScarlettWaters16
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