MissAddler

The Protectors

"Hi, what are you doing here? Didn't you hear that the sheriff's upstairs?"

April May jumped in surprise, whirling around to face a young man with bright, blue eyes strolling up to her. Too focused on catching the sheriff with handcuffed crooks, she hadn't expected to be caught snooping around by someone else and she found herself leaning against the reception desk in an attempt to seem nonchalant. She removed her arm hastily, though, when the lady seated behind it released a sharp shout, frowning at her. Pushing down the blush threatening to flood her face, April May responded as casually as she could.

"Yep - that's why I'm here - to catch a glimpse of the Sheriff wrestling a jewel thief to the floor," she said, with a jokey grin, "I've come to scope out the action. I'm not normally too bothered about whatever's going on in the town but business in Cal's Computers has been a little slow as of late - especially since Cal, himself, never turns up. I'm starting to get a little fed up of the place."

She pushed herself upright for introductions, once she realised he probably had no idea who he was talking to. Though local, she didn't make a habit of immersing herself in town affairs and liked to keep herself to herself...but boredom, of course, was a dangerous thing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I almost forgot - I'm April May Norton. I work over at Cal's Computers. Live just up the road with my folks, Harry and Sue Norton. Trying to get a place of my own but you know, Cal isn't exactly the most generous payer."

She bit her tongue as her thoughts caught up with her words. Knowing her luck, she was probably ranting to Cal's best friend or something - and there would go the meagre income she already struggled with. She strained to catch another glance at the lift and stairs but it appeared no action would take place any time soon and so she sighed, glancing back to the dude that had just approached her and settling into conversation.

The Island of Shadows (Rain/MissAddler)

I suppose it's current location is, therefore, unknown...

The Island of Shadows (Rain/MissAddler)

It certainly would be the last shred of peace she'd get in a while.

"Hello, little Solomon."

Melanie knew that voice and she could identify it's owner without even removing her eye-mask - she had bristled at it on several occasions. She groaned and adjusted her position so that she was facing towards the window and way from him. This was the last thing she needed scrambling her thoughts before the conference; which was, of course, probably exactly why he was doing it.

"No," she snapped "I know what you're going to say, but I won't pull out of the conference nor sell you my business. I'm pretty sure your offers are in the trillions now, yes?"

Well it was either going to be that, or a witty comment related to his more recent joke marriage proposals. She was never going to forgive him for that - her mother had nearly had a heart attack when she had rifled through Melanie's documents and demanded to know when, exactly, Melanie was going to tell her own parents. It took exactly three cups of Earl Grey tea - her mother was of British origin - and a pack of bourbons for her to calm down enough to believe Melanie that she knew nothing about it. Her revenge plan for Adrian had been deliciously easy to cook up; after she discovered his mobile number on a sticky note in her locked office - the cheek! - she'd mailed the number to over a 100 notoriously-pushy advertising companies and told them he was had a million pounds to donate to the pushiest it. The only annoying thing was she hadn't been around to view his reaction.

She felt herself smile, a little.

The turbulence increased a little in intensity and she tugged the eye-mask off, staring Adrian in the face. His bright blue eyes were rather hard to avoid. She ripped her gaze away to stare out the window, wondering whether a bad storm was brewing. For saying this plane was the best the business world could offer, it wasn't particularly making the journey very smooth. She turned back to him.

"By the way, that's Mrs Solomon to you", she said, with a hint of self-importance and frustration.

Uprising of the X Gene

CONGRATS, SHADOWED RAVEN, ON PASSING YOUR DRIVING TEST!!! XD

Uprising of the X Gene

Dr Douglas waited for them all to climb into her car, trying not to voice her impatience. When the rag-tag group had piled into her car, Dr Douglas checked her shades - tinted the darkest shade that was commercially available to make sure she didn't startle some pedestrian - were in place and touched the ignition with her bare hand, mustering up all the technopath energy she had left that was rapidly beginning to dwindle. She'd only done this once before (a long, long time ago) but she could remember it being fairly easy to do at the time. Of course, back then, she hadn't only just narrowly escaped a bomb nor an evil robot/mutant thing.

She started the car and once it was running, she transferred her hands to the steering wheel, ensuring she kept contact with the system the whole time. She could feel the overall draining effect it had on her energy levels almost instantly, but thanks to the electric wire she'd powered up from early, she had enough to sustain both herself and the car...for now. She pulled out of the town square parking space and began to manoeuvre the car out onto the main road, finding herself speeding up a little more than usual. She forced herself to stick to the town speed limit but powered up on both electricity and adrenaline, and not wanting to get spotted, she was struggling to keep her foot from pressing down on the accelerator. At least it wasn't raining anymore, though the street was still slick with rainwater.

She pulled into her driveway - thankfully the gates were open - and stopped the car, allowing the last drop of power to drain from her fingertips. She felt a wave of exhaustion hit her, nearly causing her to flop asleep on the spot, but she forced her eyes opened as she scrambled out of the car seat. She found herself leaning against the hood of her car as she tried to keep from passing out. She wasn't used to using her ability and it was taking it's toll on her. She could feel herself fading into sleep...

"Get whatever you want from the kitchen - I'll track them later," she finally manage to mumble back to the other mutants as she made herself walk up to the front door of her terrace. She was too tired to even be annoyed at letting a load of strangers into her pristine home, that she usual didn't like guests in. The house was quite large for saying it only had one occupant and the garden was neatly manicured, courtesy of the gardener she employed once a week. She didn't even bother locking her car, letting the others exit or do whatever they pleased, at their leisure. She grabbed the house key from where it was hidden - nope, not telling - and thrust it into the lock, clicking it open and staggering inside. She dropped her key in the tray by the phone - which was flashing with several voicemails - and made a beeline straight for the living room, passing straight past the polished black marble units of her kitchen, which were mainly to maintain a degree of normality since she didn't cook. She flicked the lights on in the living room and tumbled inside. Modern and minimalistic, it had been ordered by one of the best interior designers in the country, with a huge flat screen TV and sleek, leather couches, along with an assortment of sophisticated ornaments that even Dr Douglas herself wasn't quite what they represented. A glass coffee table hosted a range of framed awards and certificates, all declaring themselves in honour of Angela J Douglas.

But Dr Douglas ignored all of this in favour of a subtle, dark leather armchair towards the back of the room into which she collapsed and promptly fell asleep.

The Island of Shadows (Rain/MissAddler)

Well, I suppose that depends on where it's been taken 2....

The Island of Shadows (Rain/MissAddler)

You'll have to check that picture hasn't already been taken..............xD

Dawn of The Abnormal (SlowPlow/MissAddler)

Christina tried not to watch openly as a boy was marched into the training room. She'd not seen anyone apart from the scientists in almost a week - save for a glance of a six-year old boy leaving the training room one day - and it was hard not to gape at someone her own age. He was accompanied and seemed to be monitored by Dr Hagueson, the guy she had guessed was the head scientist around here, so she guessed he must be someone pretty special.

She wondered who he was and why he was here. Did he have a 'different skill' too? What could he do? Her question was soon answered when he began to focus on the chunk of metal laid before him. The team of scientist that were supposed to be monitoring Christina had turned to stare at the youth and so Christina was free to stare at young man without fear of scolding or punishment. He had clearly had had it as rough as her - he wasn't exactly sporting a fresh haircut - but despite this, she could still see signs of a handsome man lurking beneath the layer of dirt. Then again; maybe her lack of human contact with anyone apart from balding, middle aged scientists was clouding her judgement.

She felt her jaw drop as the metal began to severe as if ripped open by giant, invisible hands. It seemed to break apart until it was nothing but a shower of sparkling particles suspended in mid air, swaying into mesmerizing patterns. Everyone appeared to be holding their breath as the hypnotic process took place before their very eyes. Christina felt her eyes drawn to the man himself; he was concentrating, hard, but a slight grin was gracing his features, as if he truly enjoyed doing it. Christina wished she felt the same way about working with her ice. She only associated it with fear and punishment. What he could do...was incredible.

She was forced to turn back to her own task, as the scientists snapped at her, glaring. She turned her attention back to the glass of water stood on the stand and raised her hand. She could feel the raw power pulsing around her body but an elastic band of fear kept it from spilling out - every time she tried, she would instinctively draw it back into herself. This carried on for several minutes until the scientists began to clear their throats impatiently. If she didn't manage it, there would be punishment.

But she couldn't. She needed a degree of emotion with which to control her ice and right now, all she felt was numbness. She shook her head defeated and Dr Granger grabbed the collar of her shirt, pressing his face near inches from hers. His eyes were glittering with anger. She felt her cheeks blush; a small part of her was painful aware of how all of this was in full view of the young man. The only person who didn't automatically dislike her would know she was a failure. It's not that she couldn't do it - she could feel the raw energy, flooding her limbs, desperate to be unleashed - but she didn't know how. It felt like something was blocking it somehow. It's not like any of this scientists knew why.

"Not quite trying hard enough, are we?" Dr Grange said sharply, his lips curling in distaste.

Christina stared back blankly. Any fear or anger had long since drained from her. She nodded robotically. Dr Granger, seeing his method wasn't yielding any results, let go of her and pushed her roughly back onto the cross. She stumbled slightly but kept her balance and resumed her focus on the glass. This time, she allowed a tiny flicker of sadness to leak out, feeling her eyes well up. She could see the top of the glass rapidly frost over with ice. She pulled it back again and stood, waiting.

"Hagueson gets the metal prodigy, who could probably move mountains and we get this one - who can barely chill a glass of water", he muttered to one of the other scientists, who nodded in agreement. How awful for you, Christina thought bitterly but she kept her mouth shut. Verbally voicing any complaint was more trouble than it would be worth.

Because the scientists were always right, of course.

Uprising of the X Gene

Shard said
I am afraid that in about two weeks, I won't be able to RP again for a while. I will be very busy and won't have time to put into this...Terribly sorry if I disappoint anyone..I will try to make it so that Kevin can leave the RP in a good manner instead of just abruptly leaving.

Thanks for the notice!
Shame, since you're a good, regularly post-ers but thanks for telling us!

The Elves of Azakina (Aristocles/MissAddler)

Perry darted through the woodland, barely paying any regard to Totem, her blue, feathered friend, who was struggling to keep up with her. When she wanted to be, she was fast but often preferred to take her time and marvel at the woodland flora and fauna. Today, however, she had somewhere she wanted to be. She took a running leap over one of the crystal-clear brooks that meandered lazily through the gathering of leafy green trees and cleared it easily, not hesitating as she wove her way around the trunks on the other side.

She finally saw the trees begin to thin and caught sight of the thin overgrown track, patterned with sparse wheel ruts for the richer, cart-owning inhabitants to utilise. She paused before she reached it, instead selecting a nearby tree and hoisting herself on the lower branches. She climbed until she got to a substantial, high-up bough that would accommodate for her weight and settled there, her eyes barely moving from the track.

She'd heard from various travellers whispers that the King's own nephew - on his way to Harore's capital - would be passing through Azakina today and down these very lanes. Perry found it hard to contain her excitement; she may finally glimpse a royal cart, or even a royal, themselves. She felt a grin light her face, hearing the beating of Totem's wings as he finally perched on a branch above her, staring at her curiously. Though excitable, Perry wasn't usually this eager to get somewhere.

It wasn't long before she heard the thundering of horses' hooves. She strained forward as a tiny black carriage appeared in the distance and made its way down the track, rattling loudly. She watched, mesmerized, as it clattered past her. Curtains were drawn tightly across the windows but the quality of the silver highlighting around the joints of the carriage showed evidence of excessive wealth. It was them, alright.

It was all over in a matter of seconds, but she'd been waiting all week for it. She sighed, allowing her mind to wander. To imagine what it would be like if it was her riding in that carriage, on her way to the capital...

She shook herself from her thoughts and shot Totem a quick grin. Scrambling down from the tree bough, she realised she still needed to gather some food and despite half the day having already passed, she still needed to fill her basket - which was currently empty. She was far from most of the fruit reserves and so she needed to start now if she was ever going to reach them today and still have time to gather. No doubt the people of the tribe would be ready, waiting to scold her. She wasn't known for her time-keeping skills.

She sighed, again, and begun heading back through the woodland.