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Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

@Ghost Note Badass. I like it. I'll add it to the sheet. Thank you!

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

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"Yeah, I'll decline. None of you are my type." Cruz said. He wasn't put off by the girl's offer. The same was made to him during his service decades ago. People'd do anything to save their lives. He knew a few men that would take it in a heartbeat, but he wouldn't do it. It was his job to protect his country and now it's to protect Belen. Nothing would distract him from that.

He saw the girl pivot before the knife left her hand. He shifted to take the hit in the arm, because if he moved Belen would get hit instead. "Aw, shit." The blade dug deep into his shoulder, his grip on the gun loosened, but he didn't drop it. He just had to hold it with one hand and prop the butt on his shoulder to stabilize it.

Belen saw him get hit like it slow motion. Her heart stopped. In all the years he'd protected her, she's never seen him hurt. It was always other people that thought they could fuck with her that took the damage. Hell no. Fuck that.

"You bitch!" She stepped from behind Cruz and shot the white girl in the shoulder. The bullet cracked from the gun and echoed in the emptiness of the desert. An eye for an eye. She got close enough to be just out of reach for the girl and aimed at her head. "The next time you move it'll be between the eyes." She looked at the other two. "That goes for you too."

Blood ran down Cruz's arm. He was losing too much. Gregorio needs to get out here now. "I'd listen if I were you. She kinda loco." He motioned to the guns in front of the other girls. "Kick those this way. Don't need either of you doing anything else stupid." Out of his periphral vision he saw a girl a ways off looking a deer caught in headlights with a golf club in her hands. "You're better off staying there." He called.

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"Someone sent off our car alarm. Just checking you two aren't in on it."

Gregorio was relieved they didn't have anything to do with what was going on. Now he can go help his compadre and Belen. He kept his gun up, but approached them and bent down for the gun while they argued. A gun shot rang out. He stuck the gun in the back of his pants.

"Stay here you two." He ran down the stairs and out the door, gun ready for a fight. Cruz was bleeding with a knife stuck in his shoulder and Belen had her gun pointed at a girl with a bullet wound. Now he knows where the noise came from. Good. They weren't dead. There were two other girls with their hands up and one more distant from them. He approached them, gun trained on the other two.

"You okay, Cruz?"

"Good, hermano. Crazy girl with the knives got me."

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He pulled his guitar case from his back and hugged it close like a shield between him and everyone else. His fingers itched to play, he came down from a panic attack, but he needed to completely calm down. This wasn't the time for it though. If he could lock himself away and alone with his music, he'd feel better about the situation, clear his mind enough to figure out how he's going to get home as shitty as it was. He kept his eyes on Zoey and Penny. Blondie went upstairs, then she came back a few minutes later. She didn't sit anywhere near him. Good. But he wasn't safe from her attention. He tensed up when she spoke to him.

“Hey dude, I saw what happened out there. Are you feeling okay?” The pen twirled and twirled and twirled in her hand. “Want something to drink?”

She voice was soft and she genuinely seemed concerned. That's different from Sandy. She would've told him to get over himself and stop being a pussy. He wasn't old enough for alcohol, but water didn't sound like a bad thing.

"Just a water, please." He kept his voice down, 'fraid to draw anymore attention to himself.

The door opened right after he spoke up. There was a black girl that looked like she stepped out of a voodoo movie. Her tattoos were pretty cool, but she was dressed the worst for the weather. She looked familiar with Penny. He's not sure if that was good thing or not. Does everyone know each other, except for him?

"Umm... hey. Do any of you guys know where we are? Or what's going on?"

Right behind her a blue haired girl walked in and apparently they weren't together. Is there going to be anyone else that reminds him of his ex popping up? How's the supposed to cope if he has to look at a constant reminder. He supposes it could be worse. People that look like his family could show up, then he'd be doomed.

He shook his head to answer voodoo girl's question. "Nope."

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

@Ghost Note Y.

I'd like to use the option of you choosing my character's power, 'cause that's all I got.

The Darkest Minds Never Fade in the Afterlight

Going a little stir-crazy. It's nice out today and I want to leave the house.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

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Cruz and Belen heard shouting not too far from them. It like two or three voices. All feminine. Cruz looked at Belen, she shrugged and stood from her position, gun still raised. He nodded, and crept towards the sounds, Belen bringing up the rear like she was supposed to. There were three women, a black girl with an Asian girl, both of them had guns pointed at a white girl with knives. Cruz didn't know if they were all together and this was a ruse or if they were all enemies, but he didn't care. He'd shot them if he had to. Hopefully, Gregorio hurried up and came out to help.

"Put the guns down or I'll shoot. First the girl with the shot gun and my Srta. the girl with the braids."

Belen aimed her gun at the black girl, right between the eyes. A pistol wasn't as much of a threat if the shot didn't hit anything vital. She worried about Cruz and the shot gun though. He kept her covered, but it could blow a hole right through him.

"Do you know how much it cost? It's a 2021 model, brand fucking new. If you didn't look like gutter rats I would want compensation, but then I'd feel bad for squeezing you for the clothes on your backs."

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The girl put the gun down. Good. She didn't fight him. He doesn't want to have to shoot a kid. He hated it. He made it half the length of the hallway when a man came out the room next to her, yelling, seemed slightly intoxicated, and covered her with his body. Jane. That's the girl's name. He pointed his rifle at her step-father. He was belligerent, which he understood. Let anyone try to come between him and Belen. He stopped in his tracks. He wasn't close enough to kick the gun away.

"Asking questions. I don't want any trouble and you've got a good kid there. I'd rather not gun you down. There's something going on outside and Jane says you have nothing to do with it. Is that true?" They better answer, quick, fast, and in a hurry. He needs to check on his companions.

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Another person showed up. Blonde woman that made him take a step back. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a little older than him. If the girl with the blue streak matched his ex-girlfriend's aesthetic, then this mouthy blonde chick looked like an older version of her. She could be her cousin or something. He couldn't do this. Two strangers that remind him of his ex and they know each other. What's the chances of that? He held tight to his guitar case strap, fingers freezing in his grip. What the hell kind of nightmare did he wake up in? He's gotta be crazy, he's officially snapped. Is he the only person alarmed? Or are they better at hiding it than he is? That's probably it. Neither knew what was going on. That's the only reassuring thing, he guessed. If they knew as much as him, then no one has the advantage. Good. It's bad enough the people back home know how to take advantage of him, he didn't need strangers knowing too.

The girl with the streak pointed out a bar and walked inside, he hesitated to follow. While he didn't want to be alone, two people that make him anxious, and booze weren't a great mix. Alcohol reminded him of what happened two years ago. He touched the cut on his right wrist and pressed into it. Too many intoxicated people, fists, his blood, cheering bystanders, he felt sick. He bent over, dry heaved, and spit into the snow. He crouched down and buried his head into arms. Despite the cold, he didn't really feel it, too consumed by his fear to get away from the memories. Inhale ten seconds, hold for five, then exhale for another ten. He repeated the process, before his nerves got under control. He sensed someone watching him, popped his head up, and looked behind him. Nothing. His eyes went up the building and found a girl in black crouched on the edge. What the fuck? He shot up and went into the bar. He'd rather deal with strangers that look like Sandy, then deal with a creep watching him from a far. Best to know what to expect than to face the unexpected.

The bar was warm and had seating closer to the door. The tables and red stools reminded him of the diner he was at before he ended up here. He took a seat at the table next to the door. He didn't want to get cornered around these two, until he knew more about them.

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

Yoo In-Ah

⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Dare you to look at me wrong."

▼ | BIRTH NAME : |

Yoo In-Ah

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |

Name in gang is Slugger.

▼ | GENDER : |

Female

▼ | AGE : |

20

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

"The brighter the better."

▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |

▸ HEIGHT : | 5'4
▸ WEIGHT : | 99lb
▸ ETHNICITY : | Korean
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Dyed platinum blonde
▸ EYE COLOR : | Black

▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |

In-Ah is pale, tiny weight wise (the wind could blow her away), she's five-four, her hair is long, and dyed platinum blonde. Her natural hair color is black, but that's boring. When she uses her power it changes to neon blue, her eyes go from black to vibrant green. It's a gradual change starting from the ends of her hair to her roots. Her nose is straight and narrow with a stud piercing and her make up is glitter eyeshadow in a variety of colors with a gloss lip.

▼ | ATTIRE : |

Neon, flashy, and skin tight outfits with black wide net tights and white light up platform shoes. At night, during the fall and winter, and on gloomy days wears a white, faux fur, LED coat that a button on the inside to turn the lights on and off.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

"I'm fucked up."

▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |

In-Ah is generally angry at herself, at her family, at the world, and at anyone that looks at her the wrong way. It doesn't take a lot to set her off. She's confrontational, has a hairline trigger, isn't afraid to say whatever she wants at the top of her head. If that includes telling someone to kill themselves she'll say it. She's the first in a fight, because she starts them, whether with her words or with anything she can swing. Her anger is a defense mechanism. She can't help feeling like the everyone is out to get her, since she's been dealt a shit hand at life. Fuck anyone else that might have it worse. What she's feeling is more important. She's deeply insecure about who she is and feels unlovable, because her father couldn't love her, her mother didn't think she was important enough to save her own life, and her grandmother thought of her as a test subject, so why would anyone find her worth loving. Can't disappoint anyone when what they see is what they get, so she intentionally makes others see her in a negative light. She's kept up this act for so long that she doesn't know who she is anymore.

▼ | SKILLS : |

Eh, Batter, Batter SWING! - Used to be a pinch hitter on a softball team from elementary to middle school. She left the sport, but hasn't lost her power to hit it out the park. Instead of softballs, it's anyone she'll pick a fight with. Bats, crowbars, pipes, etc. If she can swing it she will.

Bilingual- Korean and English; learned Korean from her parents and the neighborhood she lived in.

House wife- Learned to do housework, cooking, cleaning, laundry, the works, in a bid for her father's attention.

▼ | BACK STORY : |

In-Ah's story starts before she's born, like sixty-three years, but that can wait. Instead, let's start when she's six years old and her mother slapped her father out of frustration. See their marriage was an arrangement between her grandfathers when they were newly married to their wives, drunk, happy, and making a new life for themselves in America. Problem with arranged marriages is that man and wife may or may not fall in love with each other. Her mother tried, but her father wasn't into her. In-Ah thinks it's cause he's a psychopath that can't feel anything and if she wasn't angry all the time she'd be inclined to believe she's the same way, since she looks like him. But she's getting ahead of herself. Back to when she was six. Her parents got a divorce and she wanted to live with her father. Sweet little girl thought he'd be lonely without her. Her mother left her there and so began In-Ah's lonely desperation for her father's attention. She got good grades, excelled in softball, learned to cook and clean, pressed his suits for every day of the week, things her mother used to do, but nothing she did got an ounce of praise from him.

He was the owner of an upstart technology company that made bank before he got divorced. New money brought the attention of gold diggers, cause no one else would want her father for any other reason. He remarried three times in three years. Each woman didn't want her around and either flat out ignored her like her father or treated her like Cinderella. His last wife was the one that stuck around, because she was just like him. Ambitious, emotionless, and cared less about intimacy and relationships that weren't business oriented. Children weren't in her plan, so she convinced her father to give her to her mother. In-Ah came home from school with her stuff packed and her mother waiting for her in the driveway. She didn't want to go, but when her father barely said a word when she begged and screamed to let her stay, her heart broke.

For the next four years, In-Ah grew close to her mother. She felt freer than ever, softball became her life, she didn't have to act mature for her mother's attention, because she always had it. If there was a problem, she could talk about it. If she had questions, she could ask almost anything. The only questions she wouldn't answer was anything pertaining to Deltahumans. In-Ah found a fascination with them, because she thought they were badass and had lingering thoughts about if her father would've love her if she could do cool things like they could. But her mother wasn't having any of it. She didn't discuss what Deltahuman related injuries that came through the ER. In-Ah tried to do her own research, but her mother blocked sites related to Deltahumans and she didn't have internet on her phone. She could only use the computers at school for a limited time and lord forbid she borrowed books about them. Her mother's irrational avoidance of Deltahumans made her afraid to continue research lest she get sent away again.

When she was thirteen, her mother was mugged and killed at a bus stop early in the morning after her twelve hour nurse shift at the hospital. After that nothing mattered. She quit softball and became numb, though her rage simmered beneath the surface. Her father didn't take her in, turns out he moved from Koreatown to Beverly Hills and had another kid. So she was sent to her maternal grandmother, whom she'd never met for whatever reason her mother had kept her away. She lived in the rough part of Koreatown, lived off her retirement funds and the left over insurance money from her grandfather. Her grandmother was sweet, but a little weird. She was forbidden from going in the basement and she always wrote in a worn leather notebook. In-Ah tried to be around her, but she couldn't bring herself to connect with someone new. Her last year in middle school was spent with friends trying to talk to her and be supportive, but she wasn't receptive at all. Every time she was invited out, she kept to herself and kind of killed the mood. She stopped being invited out and her friends withdrew from her. Thoughts of not being likable came and went, until they didn't go away. She was unlikable, horrible, her father didn't even want her and someone took her mother from her for the twenty in her wallet. God had jokes, but He wasn't done laughing yet.

In high school she fell in with the wrong crowd. Kids that ditched class, drank and did drugs under the bleachers, and got into petty fights. They were just as shitty as her. Her grandmother scolded her once out of obligation, but didn't bother after the first time she was called for a fight like she was waiting for something to happen. In-Ah went to a party thrown by one of her "friends" and got into the worst fight she's ever been in. It started in the kitchen and traveled out to the lawn where she was chilling with her friends and toking up. Some dude fell on top of her, she and her friends jumped on him and the person that the guy was fighting. Dude's friends jumped them and it was brawl in the middle of the neighborhood. Lightweight that she was it took nothing for her to get knocked over and trampled on. Creatures that were her carbon copy sprung out of her fingers and took on the people brawling with her friends. She passed out after a clone threw the last punch. She came to in a hospital, bruised, and aching. Her grandmother at her side with the proudest look she'd ever seen. She barely got a word out before she explained how she was third generation Type-Blue Deltahuman. Her mother never understood the importance of it, she said. That this was a gift to praise, she said. In-Ah barely kept up. After she was discharged from the hospital, she got a more cohesive explanation.

Her grandmother was a first generation Deltahuman in 1963. She got her abilities while working in a lab in South Korea experimenting on the crystals. Her abilities were to cast small illusions. Like hide small objects she didn't want anyone to see, or make them see small things that weren't there. She and her husband, with their best friends, her paternal grandparents, moved to America where there were better testing facilities. They had her mother and they were excited to see if she had inherited a power. Her mother spent afternoons after school taking test after test, so they could learn how powers manifested in children. Nothing came until she was fifteen and was able to create objects from her imagination. Apparently her mother hated her powers, horrified by what she could do and didn't want to be a lab rat anymore. Not that she had to worry about it, when the lab was shut down and the crystals were taken. Her grandmother managed to sneak out a blue crystal. When her mother graduated high school, she nearly ran away from home, never mind that she didn't have anywhere else to go, but her parents stopped her by making a deal. If she married their friends' son, then they'd get out of her life for good. Her grandmother revealed that they kept track of her mother through In-Ah's father and told him to keep tabs on whatever children they had for abilities. They lost track when she moved in with her mother. Her grandmother was happy she came to live with her, because she was there for her power manifesting. In-Ah didn't know what she was talking about. What power? Turns out she knocked out everyone between the front lawn and house. The doctor that saw to her in the hospital was one of her grandmother's colleagues and tested her blood. The results came back positive. What? So all this time her grandmother didn't care about her, and let her do all the shit she did in hopes that her power would come through?

God finally got to the punchline. In-Ah's rage boiled over. Did anyone want her? Her father didn't give a shit, her mother would rather die than use the one thing that could save her life, and her grandmother was just as shitty now as she was back then when her mother dipped out. Fuck it. If no one wants to give a shit, then she'll make sure no one ever gets the chance. In-Ah didn't stick around after that. She was sixteen when she ran away and stayed with one of her "friends" whose parents were too strung out on drugs to realize there was someone else squatting in their house. She dropped out of high school too and got a job at McDonald's to save money for her own place. That job didn't last long, so she moved from on job to the next, until she was eighteen when she got a job working as a phone sex operator. She never got her own place either. She just moved from "friend" to "friend", toxic relationship to toxic relationship, and spent her money on clothes. When LA got fucked up she was on her way home after a rave the night before.

▼ | PERSONAL ARC : |

In-Ah needs to learn the world isn't out to get her, to see beyond her own nose and be considerate of the people around her. To discover there are healthier ways to express anger than confrontation. Hopefully she'll find an innerpeace.

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Will fuck you up."

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |

Type-Blue

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |
Phantasm Puppetry.

In-Ah's hair and eyes change color when she uses her power. She has the ability to create translucent copies of herself that mimic her current appearance down to the clothes. These Puppets are capable of a wide range of feats and she can control them to do whatever she wants them to do. They're connected to her by a tether, a near-invisible cable that connects to her hands, and she can create one puppet for each finger. They're nearly impossible to see. When people look at them they'll appear like vaguely shaped masses of blurry air, except under certain kinds of lights, then they appear white. They can interact with the environment like a person - they can attack, grab stuff, etc - using a telekinesis. They're no stronger than In-Ah, however when people touch them and they touch people in turn they feel like glass. They also have flight; they can float freely in In-Ah's range and she can see, hear, and feel what they do.

Levitation.

In-Ah has a limited self telekinetic ability that allows her to float up to twelve feet into the air. It's not Superman flight; she won't be able to travel any faster than she normally could run, but it's still a useful ability.

▼ | LIMITS : |

The Puppets are attached to In-Ah by a string, and can travel up to one hundred feet away from her. If they try to go further they won't be able to go any faster and will yank In-Ah. The Puppets aren't completely invisible, just hard to see. Any type of UV light will reveal them, and they are easier to see up close than a mile away where they'd be impossible to see. In-Ah can only create ten at a time, but if one gets destroyed she'd have to wait an hour before she can summon them again. If she tries to go beyond her limit they'll instantly shatter and it'll hurt. The Puppets' max speed is as fast as In-Ah can normally run.

▼ | WEAKNESSES : |

The primary weakness of the Puppets is the tether that connects them to In-Ah. If it's severed the puppets will disappear, but she can instantly remake them. The tether is one aspect of her ability that she cannot alter and will follow the Puppets where ever they go. The Puppets are as durable as glass - regardless of what size they are - all it'll take is one solid hit to shatter them instantly. She feels a phantom pain whenever they get damaged. She also sees through their eyes, but she can't see through her own eyes and her senses are dead if she uses the ability too long.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

"Ate her out in the bathroom once and couldn't get enough."

She's gay.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

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Gregorio and Cruz did a thorough sweep of the first floor and turned up empty. They were half way up the stairs when the car alarm went off. They paused and shared a look. Obviously a trap by whoever was possibly in the house or someone that saw them roll up. Gregorio nodded for Cruz to check it out, he had to finish the sweep. Cruz went back down and peered out the window next to the door. Nothing other than the car wailing and lights flashing. He looked back at Belen.

"Srta. Belen stay put."

"Like hell I am. Someone fucked with my car." She stalked towards him, pulled her gun out, double checked the magazine and flicked off the safety lock. She reached out to open the door, but Cruz stopped her.

Cruz sighed, exasperated. "I'll go first. You hide on the porch and watch my six." He pulled the spare key out of his pocket and turned off the alarm, he opened the door, then glanced back. "Don't shoot me."

"No promises." She pushed his shoulder. "Go." She hid behind his bulky body and kept low. He stepped off the porch and she hid behind a pillar, gun out, and alert for anyone that might pop up. Cruz moved slowly towards the car.

Meanwhile, Gregorio continued upstairs, perturbed that Belen didn't stay in her seat. If he didn't love her and wasn't used to her hardheaded nature he would've quit a decade ago. He pulled a mirror out of his pocket when he got to a few steps from the top and crouched down. He stuck his hand out, angled the mirror down in the direction of the hall. No one. Then turned it around. There was a girl with a gun. She looked young. Teenager possibly and alone. An adult wouldn't let her go by herself, so either the adults are outside, she's protecting someone younger than her, or she's alone. The car stopped going off. Good. He'll hear anyone he might of missed coming. He pocketed the mirror, stood up, and quickly rounded the corner, rifle up and finger on the trigger. "Put it down or I'll shot." He slowly crept towards her, ready to down her if he had to. "Are you alone? Are your people responsible for the noise outside?"

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What the hell? He looked around. This is not the diner he was in a second ago. He'd been waiting for his ex-girlfriend to reconcile. He only looked down at the menu a split second. When he looked up he was in a passenger train car like the type he's seen in the movies. He abruptly stood up, hand on the pole to keep his balance. Did this have something to do with his powers? Or has he finally lost his mind? Years of mistreatment has him hallucinating. Maybe he should've went to therapy after all. He moved down the car. It was abandoned, rusted, yet there wasn't any debre like he expected. Outside the window was a cityscape and it was snowing? He felt the chill, his off-white sweater only kept him a little warm. He needed to find a way out of here. There were four doors, two faced the track on the other side and the other to the platform. Easy. He went to the door closest to him, but stopped when he realized he didn't have his guitar on his back. Shit. Did it get left behind? He panicked and went back to the seat. It was there, waiting for him. Thank God. He can't leave it behind. He strapped the case to his back, comforted by the weight, then went back to the door. There was an emergency lever. He pulled it, but it didn't budge. So he tried harder, used all the strength he had, then it slid open. He shook out his arms, rolled his shoulders, then stepped out on to the platform.

"Yooooooooo! Anybody here?!" A feminine voice echoed a few blocked down the street.

So he wasn't alone. Good. But what if this person was bad and wanted to hurt him? But they could also know what's going on and help him get home. His thoughts spiraled between finding them and keeping his distance, but he went towards the voice anyway. He'll deal with it when he gets there, each step made his heart beat faster and unease settled in his gut. He felt like vomiting. Once on the street he saw a small person shaped figure in the middle of the street. It wasn't a long walk. Should he call back? He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. No. He couldn't do that. He was too nervous, so he kept quiet. A few minutes later he saw the girl. Around his height, black leather jacket, blue streaks in her hair, cigarette in her hand, and her aesthetic reminds him of his ex-girlfriend. He stopped fifteen feet away from her, more nervous than ever. What if she was like his ex? He didn't want to be around her if that's the case.

"H-hello. Do you know what's going on?" He said quietly, breath cloudy in the cold.