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Felix Hausten

Location: Justice Memorial Hospital


Push on. He kept willing himself but soon his walk began to become easier. It was like there wasn't as much pain and struggle as there was mere moments ago. He thanked whoever was responsible for that under his breath, his eyes wide. He realised just now that his mind...still saw him with both eyes. He let out a bitter laugh and clenched his fists. Not gonna be for long that was for sure.

He pushed against a wall. Rememarring people that he'd known. Before he fled like the coward he was. From his home. From his country. Felix wasn't too popular until his books came out and his mother began influencing other people. But still he knew there was a bad taste in anyone mouths whenever they saw him. He was like a pest to many yet he was determined to leave that image behind.
Ooh, I notice you guys are accepting new players, if that space is still up, I'll have a character done by tonight ^^
@alexfangtalon AH thank you so much!


@Attica That's me finished!
Ah! Sorry all for that, didn't mean for the coding to fail on me like that, not used to using hiders yet pfft




Felix Hausten

Location: Justice Memorial Hospital


He was still out. Still unable to decide his own fate. He was always obsessed with trying to twist his own fate into a better shape but right now. His fate and life were in the hands of professionals. Professionals that could be bribed and could have ulterior motives. If he had been conscious he'd be objecting and trying to get out of that surgery. His eye socket was likely gonna make it, he appreciated that at least. His eye might've been gone but at least he was being..was it repenting? Paying for what he had done.

In his own confines of his mind, he was seeing his old family house. Strange men and women, drunk and surrounded in smoke as they stumbled through his dads house. He used to always have these weird people, obviously gangsters and drug addicts. His father had these parties to imporve their money, people loved them. Felix didn't. His brothers made sure he stayed in his room but when he went outside of his room, he saw the filth of the city. The subject of his books soon to come.

He wished he could've done more. he was grateful his end wasn't there yet. He needed to wake up. After the surgery he didn't want to rest for too long. He'd be in pain. He knew that. But he wasn't just going to lay around and let himself be pushed around. No. His story wasn't over. He knew how books worked. He was going to push through this pain and get to the tole he deserved. He would make an impact on the public and make this into the story. The story that would make him and everyone else famous and remembered. He'd publish it. best seller. Come on. It had to be finished.
Will have a post up first thing in the morning, sorry for the huge delay and everything but I will make it before the cut off point
Felix Hausten

Location: Justice Memorial Hospital


hew as out cold still. His body was unconscious, immobile as he was operated on. It'd been such a long time since he'd been forced into such a state. Hell, he couldn't recall another time in which such a scenario occurred. He always felt so helpless when he knew he'd be in a state where he couldn't defend himself. In that state he didn#'t know if Riley was gone, or where Marc was either. he remembered Riley in the ambulance ride but...now was different.

He found himself at the doorstep of his family home, on his knees staring at it with a cold furious look kindling in his eyes. He had to keep going. At this point he still saw himself as the rough dashing action hero. That's what he'd always wanetd to be. That's why he wrote detective and crime novels. he created characters that were charismatic, fearless and always got people happy, bringing a smile to every person they encountered. These were feats he never saw himself completing.

He knew why. he knew what had pushed him down. His dreams, cast aside by one man's words. "YOU ARE NOT SOME SILLY HERO FELIX" he heard shout through him. His father rarely used English, but Felix loved the language. He'd studied it in high school so much. So he could become something. Someone people would hear about and think, wow what a guy. Felix never became that. Felix just wrote, he wrote stories that bordered on reality. He became obsessed with creating situations for his heros to battle. Even if it meant breaking a few eggs.

He tumbled through the door, determined to keep going. He wasn't giving up.
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