Will definitely check this out, sounds awesome.
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LA area roleplayer and writer. Currently going to school for a degree in English, I'm usually here to practice the more creative elements of my writing since schoolwork can be so dull.
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Subject 562 / Johnny
The blonde's glare was a bit unsettling, to say the least. The dramatic fashion in which she turned to face Johnny was almost enough to make him flinch backwards, instead opting to just blink a few times and let a dopey look spill over his face. She was the one who was doing all of the yelling, but there didn't seem to be too much going on in the group. 133 was saying some things to Andarta as he walked over but he didn't really catch any of it. 133 was so level headed and calm, things Johnny could tell weren't shared qualities. The diversity of the two groups that had recently become one was something to be celebrated, Johnny liked the varied aspect of everyone introduced so far.
There were some like him, and some who weren't in many ways. He would come to learn more and more about the others. Andarta's stare was something different all together. Johnny could see the gears turning in her head, she was analyzing him, scouting him. Johnny looked around at the others to see if anyone noticed, and nobody was really paying any mind, making it a bit weirder. Johnny was just about to say something when Andarta's voice bellowed out, "Heeeey I wanted to use that stuff first! You didn't break anything did you! You look like you could break stuff! We should fight I wanna break you!" she exclaimed.
Johnny smiled confusingly, surely she meant something along the lines of 'break you in, right? What else could she mean?
"I, uhhh-" was all he could manage to get out before she shifted her focus on to 133, proclaiming her disdain for the star faced boy with a joyous vigor that just made Johnny even more confused. That was all before she walked over to Parkinson, picking her up and throwing her in the air like some pizza dough. Johnny's eyes widened as Parkinson floated for a second before coming back down, taking a step forward before stopping himself. Andarta was more than capable of catching her, she was huge, it'd be easier for her than it'd be for Johnny. Plus, the two's familiarity with each other was apparent, he wasn't one to intrude.
Looking around, 562 had seen that many of the others had spread out even more, Johnny caught a view of the one getting beat earlier making his way to the library that Virgil went off to before 133 and Sony. "Hmm." was all Johnny could come up with, standing there on his own with his hands in his pockets as he kept watching Andarta and Parkinson. The want for a friend seeped in, not out of jealousy but out of admiration. They worked well together, albeit a bit dysfunctional but hey, they were alright. Maybe Johnny would have something like that with someone, maybe it'd be something more. Until then, he just stood there, still deciding what was to make of everything that had transpired thus far.
The blonde's glare was a bit unsettling, to say the least. The dramatic fashion in which she turned to face Johnny was almost enough to make him flinch backwards, instead opting to just blink a few times and let a dopey look spill over his face. She was the one who was doing all of the yelling, but there didn't seem to be too much going on in the group. 133 was saying some things to Andarta as he walked over but he didn't really catch any of it. 133 was so level headed and calm, things Johnny could tell weren't shared qualities. The diversity of the two groups that had recently become one was something to be celebrated, Johnny liked the varied aspect of everyone introduced so far.
There were some like him, and some who weren't in many ways. He would come to learn more and more about the others. Andarta's stare was something different all together. Johnny could see the gears turning in her head, she was analyzing him, scouting him. Johnny looked around at the others to see if anyone noticed, and nobody was really paying any mind, making it a bit weirder. Johnny was just about to say something when Andarta's voice bellowed out, "Heeeey I wanted to use that stuff first! You didn't break anything did you! You look like you could break stuff! We should fight I wanna break you!" she exclaimed.
Johnny smiled confusingly, surely she meant something along the lines of 'break you in, right? What else could she mean?
"I, uhhh-" was all he could manage to get out before she shifted her focus on to 133, proclaiming her disdain for the star faced boy with a joyous vigor that just made Johnny even more confused. That was all before she walked over to Parkinson, picking her up and throwing her in the air like some pizza dough. Johnny's eyes widened as Parkinson floated for a second before coming back down, taking a step forward before stopping himself. Andarta was more than capable of catching her, she was huge, it'd be easier for her than it'd be for Johnny. Plus, the two's familiarity with each other was apparent, he wasn't one to intrude.
Looking around, 562 had seen that many of the others had spread out even more, Johnny caught a view of the one getting beat earlier making his way to the library that Virgil went off to before 133 and Sony. "Hmm." was all Johnny could come up with, standing there on his own with his hands in his pockets as he kept watching Andarta and Parkinson. The want for a friend seeped in, not out of jealousy but out of admiration. They worked well together, albeit a bit dysfunctional but hey, they were alright. Maybe Johnny would have something like that with someone, maybe it'd be something more. Until then, he just stood there, still deciding what was to make of everything that had transpired thus far.
Posting after work today!
Subject 562 / Johnny
Things had eventually taken a more peaceful turn. Red was attended to and the introductory process was continued. Johnny's instincts told him to stay out of the way and let those who knew Red better help her out. As they entered the curiously named Lockdown area, Johnny's mind was half focused on the useful information of the tour, whilst the other have explored ideas of what he could do with all of this space, or even what he was supposed to do.
The day had been just the tip of the tip of the iceberg and had instilled an ambitious desire for discovery, both of his self, of the others and of his environment. Parts of his personality and psyche were like motors of a car, they needed time to warm up before getting going. The floodgates had indeed been open and as Johnny studied his situation with a keen eye, he grew determined to find a place in the group, more importantly, he was determined to sate the need to reach his full potential that continued to boil in his mind.
Lockdown was amazing. There was really everything they would need, all they had to do was figure out what they wanted to do. The idea of having this enormous space to roam around in brought excitement to 562, although he chose to maintain a calm exterior as everyone else did, well, for the most part. Doc was a great guide, you can tell he was used to his surroundings. What did that mean? How long has he been doing this?
Johnny's focus was brought back down to reality as the tour concluded, having to stop himself in a flash before bumping into one of the girls in front of him. They were dismissed and everyone slowly dispersed, some linking up and gallivanting off into the facility whilst others simply wandered. Doc took his leave as well, leaving Johnny on his own. He was not worried however, the 6'2 young man with the athletic build knew exactly where to go, the room that piqued his interest more than his own quarters.
The training room was silent, most, if not all of the equipment was brand new and untouched. Johnny entered with the apprehension of a cat exploring new surroundings. There was nobody else even around, and so he examined all there was to see. The weights, training machines and practice mats. When his eyes met the punching bag, it was all over. Something took over, a combination of instinct, muscle memory and excitement. He strutted over to the bag calmly before rearing a fist back and delivering a quick but forceful hay maker, hitting his mark with sharp accuracy. He looked at his fist, still tightly coiled and hungry and smiled.
"Yes, this is good." he whispered without even realizing.
His body did the rest, punches, kicks, knees, elbows. Johnny displayed fluent proficiency in forms like muay thai, krav maga, sambo, boxing and jiu jitsu in a matter of minutes and he had no idea how. He just knew it felt good, his muscles were working hard for the first time and it was apparent. The punching bag was already lumpy and worn. He hadn't even broken a sweat, Johnny smiled, catching his breathe as the tired bag swung back and forth until he heard screaming from somewhere down the way. Poking his head out, he saw the small group of his peers gathering and let out a sigh of relief as no trouble seemed to have been brewing. Casually walking over to the group, Johnny put his hands in his pocket and found a spot in the circle of people to stand in. Still feeling jovial from his punching bag session, Johnny smiled and waved to everyone there.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Things had eventually taken a more peaceful turn. Red was attended to and the introductory process was continued. Johnny's instincts told him to stay out of the way and let those who knew Red better help her out. As they entered the curiously named Lockdown area, Johnny's mind was half focused on the useful information of the tour, whilst the other have explored ideas of what he could do with all of this space, or even what he was supposed to do.
The day had been just the tip of the tip of the iceberg and had instilled an ambitious desire for discovery, both of his self, of the others and of his environment. Parts of his personality and psyche were like motors of a car, they needed time to warm up before getting going. The floodgates had indeed been open and as Johnny studied his situation with a keen eye, he grew determined to find a place in the group, more importantly, he was determined to sate the need to reach his full potential that continued to boil in his mind.
Lockdown was amazing. There was really everything they would need, all they had to do was figure out what they wanted to do. The idea of having this enormous space to roam around in brought excitement to 562, although he chose to maintain a calm exterior as everyone else did, well, for the most part. Doc was a great guide, you can tell he was used to his surroundings. What did that mean? How long has he been doing this?
Johnny's focus was brought back down to reality as the tour concluded, having to stop himself in a flash before bumping into one of the girls in front of him. They were dismissed and everyone slowly dispersed, some linking up and gallivanting off into the facility whilst others simply wandered. Doc took his leave as well, leaving Johnny on his own. He was not worried however, the 6'2 young man with the athletic build knew exactly where to go, the room that piqued his interest more than his own quarters.
The training room was silent, most, if not all of the equipment was brand new and untouched. Johnny entered with the apprehension of a cat exploring new surroundings. There was nobody else even around, and so he examined all there was to see. The weights, training machines and practice mats. When his eyes met the punching bag, it was all over. Something took over, a combination of instinct, muscle memory and excitement. He strutted over to the bag calmly before rearing a fist back and delivering a quick but forceful hay maker, hitting his mark with sharp accuracy. He looked at his fist, still tightly coiled and hungry and smiled.
"Yes, this is good." he whispered without even realizing.
His body did the rest, punches, kicks, knees, elbows. Johnny displayed fluent proficiency in forms like muay thai, krav maga, sambo, boxing and jiu jitsu in a matter of minutes and he had no idea how. He just knew it felt good, his muscles were working hard for the first time and it was apparent. The punching bag was already lumpy and worn. He hadn't even broken a sweat, Johnny smiled, catching his breathe as the tired bag swung back and forth until he heard screaming from somewhere down the way. Poking his head out, he saw the small group of his peers gathering and let out a sigh of relief as no trouble seemed to have been brewing. Casually walking over to the group, Johnny put his hands in his pocket and found a spot in the circle of people to stand in. Still feeling jovial from his punching bag session, Johnny smiled and waved to everyone there.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Sorry for the delay, busy work week, usually not like this I promise!
I'll have a post up in a few, just got home.
I'll have a post up in a few, just got home.
Subject 562 / Johhny
"We are stronger than them."
Johnny nodded quietly and looked down at his hands again, clenching them into fists as he felt the warm power inside of him continue to boil and surge through his body. The light on his collar lit up in warning, but Doc's orders to follow them broke his focus. He knew what girls were, he knew what that meant, but he didn't know how. The only confusion was how he woke up knowing himself so much if he had just woken up for the first place? Johnny walked behind the rest of the guys with confidence, meeting the eyes of a scientist observing from a distance and staring him down. The scientist blinked a few times, waiting for Johnny to look away, but instead nervously whispered into his earpiece.
Two more guards approached from behind on the scientist's orders, and Johnny realized a small smirk had begun to grow on his face.
Everything was happening pretty fast, then again, seconds felt like years with all of the stuff Johnny had to take in. Some of the guys had things figured out for themselves already, Johnny realized just how different everyone was. Compared to the others, he was quite unremarkable. He wore no stars, his hair wasn't a bright color, he was just himself. He was the tallest, and appeared to be the most muscular of the boys but did it mean anything? He would soon find out, then again, they all would.
He understood the girls had just woken up too, and from what he could tell, the one called Red was walking them through their first moments same as Doc was. They were an assorted bunch, but then again so were the boys. Anyone that so happened to meet his eyes received a friendly nod and smile, but he didn't really know what to say. Doc and Red conversed so naturally and everyone just stood and stared like it was an awkward high school dance or something.
They proceeded, Johnny taking strides next to the one of the girls he didn't get the name of, just about to say something when everything decided to go down. There was one more. This one was being oppressed, and had some real fight in him, Johnny could see it. As Red got involved in the altercation and the security team, Johnny was overtaken by an apparent pre-programmed sense of duty. Rushing to the front so he could intervene, Johnny was cut off by one of the larger guards, digging his open palm into Johnny's chest and stopping him in his tracks.
"Not another step 562, this has nothing to do with you."
Johnny swatted the hand out of his chest and readied himself to lunge forward until the two extra guards called in just a bit earlier grabbed his arms and held him back. The guard leaned in to meet his gaze and the two locked eyes like two fighters at a weigh in and Johnny's personality finally boiled out from inside, everything he had listened to and seen ran through his mind.
"What're you gonna do? Huh?"
"Young man, the security team will be sure you enjoy your time here." the guard replied with a dry tone.
What did he mean by that, and what the hell was that beeping sound? Johnny looked down to see the glow from the light on his collar flashing frantically, warning the guards that he was trying to use his powers and if the collar was broken, there would be trouble. Called off by the lady in the lab coat who seemed to be in charge, the guards let him go and hustled away on orders. Johnny turned to follow them but it was the shrill cries of agony that made him stay. He turned back around to Doc and the one in the cat onesie and watched the executions. It was intense, sure, but Johnny watched calmly without realizing how heavy his breathing had gotten.
"I could'a done that with the collar on."
"I don't think any of us would last long in here like that."
"We'll see." Johnny said, looking back at the door the guards left through.
"We are stronger than them."
Johnny nodded quietly and looked down at his hands again, clenching them into fists as he felt the warm power inside of him continue to boil and surge through his body. The light on his collar lit up in warning, but Doc's orders to follow them broke his focus. He knew what girls were, he knew what that meant, but he didn't know how. The only confusion was how he woke up knowing himself so much if he had just woken up for the first place? Johnny walked behind the rest of the guys with confidence, meeting the eyes of a scientist observing from a distance and staring him down. The scientist blinked a few times, waiting for Johnny to look away, but instead nervously whispered into his earpiece.
Two more guards approached from behind on the scientist's orders, and Johnny realized a small smirk had begun to grow on his face.
Everything was happening pretty fast, then again, seconds felt like years with all of the stuff Johnny had to take in. Some of the guys had things figured out for themselves already, Johnny realized just how different everyone was. Compared to the others, he was quite unremarkable. He wore no stars, his hair wasn't a bright color, he was just himself. He was the tallest, and appeared to be the most muscular of the boys but did it mean anything? He would soon find out, then again, they all would.
He understood the girls had just woken up too, and from what he could tell, the one called Red was walking them through their first moments same as Doc was. They were an assorted bunch, but then again so were the boys. Anyone that so happened to meet his eyes received a friendly nod and smile, but he didn't really know what to say. Doc and Red conversed so naturally and everyone just stood and stared like it was an awkward high school dance or something.
They proceeded, Johnny taking strides next to the one of the girls he didn't get the name of, just about to say something when everything decided to go down. There was one more. This one was being oppressed, and had some real fight in him, Johnny could see it. As Red got involved in the altercation and the security team, Johnny was overtaken by an apparent pre-programmed sense of duty. Rushing to the front so he could intervene, Johnny was cut off by one of the larger guards, digging his open palm into Johnny's chest and stopping him in his tracks.
"Not another step 562, this has nothing to do with you."
Johnny swatted the hand out of his chest and readied himself to lunge forward until the two extra guards called in just a bit earlier grabbed his arms and held him back. The guard leaned in to meet his gaze and the two locked eyes like two fighters at a weigh in and Johnny's personality finally boiled out from inside, everything he had listened to and seen ran through his mind.
"What're you gonna do? Huh?"
"Young man, the security team will be sure you enjoy your time here." the guard replied with a dry tone.
What did he mean by that, and what the hell was that beeping sound? Johnny looked down to see the glow from the light on his collar flashing frantically, warning the guards that he was trying to use his powers and if the collar was broken, there would be trouble. Called off by the lady in the lab coat who seemed to be in charge, the guards let him go and hustled away on orders. Johnny turned to follow them but it was the shrill cries of agony that made him stay. He turned back around to Doc and the one in the cat onesie and watched the executions. It was intense, sure, but Johnny watched calmly without realizing how heavy his breathing had gotten.
"I could'a done that with the collar on."
"I don't think any of us would last long in here like that."
"We'll see." Johnny said, looking back at the door the guards left through.
Early work day, posting as soon as I get home tonight.
"The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled."
Subject 562 / Johnny
This all felt very new, but very natural to him. His confusion was subdued by a calm confidence of which he could not explain. As he walked down the hall, flanked by guards wearing fireproof gear, Subject 562, the maelstrom force known by everyone but himself as Johnny Volatile, took in all the sights. The cold, sanitary walls, the humming lights and heavy boot steps of the guards.
He reached out to touch the wall and everyone stopped, the guards extending their neutralizer staffs in defense as he recoiled his arm, half ashamed he scared them and half amused they were so scared. "Sorry." he spoke, blinking a few times in bafflement at the sound of his on voice. He had no idea what 'sorry' meant, but at the same time he did, which is why he said it, right? They continued, his instincts telling him to keep moving forward. The guards were in tow, keeping a safe distance before they felt they had regained control of the situation.
The minutes following were a blur. There were others, different, maybe just as confused as he was, maybe not. One was presented in front of them, this one knew exactly what he was and Johnny wanted to know why. He spoke, but Johnny's focus was on his own hand. He stretched it, clenched it into a fist and twirled his fingers a bit as the one known as Doc went on about what was to come in the following days. Johnny couldn't stop looking at his own hand though, there was something inside, something warm, growing, just waking up. He felt it throughout his entire body, surging larger and larger, bit by bit. Suddenly, he felt the attention of the room shifted onto him. Looking around the room, he stood in silence for a second before meeting Doc's eyes.
"Subject 562, Johnny. I don't know how I know that, but I know it's true." he said, looking at the others as the idea of interacting with people similar to him brought a sense of optimism, "Friends," he mused "sounds nice. I like that." as Doc answered Virgil's question, waiting for Doc to finish responding before turning and pointing at the scientist, "Why is he scared?"
Subject 562 / Johnny
This all felt very new, but very natural to him. His confusion was subdued by a calm confidence of which he could not explain. As he walked down the hall, flanked by guards wearing fireproof gear, Subject 562, the maelstrom force known by everyone but himself as Johnny Volatile, took in all the sights. The cold, sanitary walls, the humming lights and heavy boot steps of the guards.
He reached out to touch the wall and everyone stopped, the guards extending their neutralizer staffs in defense as he recoiled his arm, half ashamed he scared them and half amused they were so scared. "Sorry." he spoke, blinking a few times in bafflement at the sound of his on voice. He had no idea what 'sorry' meant, but at the same time he did, which is why he said it, right? They continued, his instincts telling him to keep moving forward. The guards were in tow, keeping a safe distance before they felt they had regained control of the situation.
The minutes following were a blur. There were others, different, maybe just as confused as he was, maybe not. One was presented in front of them, this one knew exactly what he was and Johnny wanted to know why. He spoke, but Johnny's focus was on his own hand. He stretched it, clenched it into a fist and twirled his fingers a bit as the one known as Doc went on about what was to come in the following days. Johnny couldn't stop looking at his own hand though, there was something inside, something warm, growing, just waking up. He felt it throughout his entire body, surging larger and larger, bit by bit. Suddenly, he felt the attention of the room shifted onto him. Looking around the room, he stood in silence for a second before meeting Doc's eyes.
"Subject 562, Johnny. I don't know how I know that, but I know it's true." he said, looking at the others as the idea of interacting with people similar to him brought a sense of optimism, "Friends," he mused "sounds nice. I like that." as Doc answered Virgil's question, waiting for Doc to finish responding before turning and pointing at the scientist, "Why is he scared?"
Name: Subject ID: 562 / "Johnny Volatile" by the security team / Johnny
Appearance:
Age: 23
Height/Weight: 6'1 / 205 - 6'2 / 215 with powers at max capacity
Personality: Subject 562's emotional levels show a consistent correlation with the use of his abilities. Whilst in Lockdown, Johnny displays a shy, quiet demeanor. Generally keeping to himself unless otherwise confronted by a peer subject, often found in the study hall reading historic tales of adventure. While in a group environment, Johnny displays a proficient ability to carry normal social conversation, showing the occasional bit of humor in moments of relaxation. There is a dramatic change in behavior when testing and completing simulations in The Box. Vast spikes in confidence, humor and borderline braggadocio are on full display, earning him the nickname Johnny Volatile by certain members of security and the observation team, one time proclaiming his love for a "great llama". These traits remain for quite some time after trials are complete and 562 has entered his "cooldown" phase, where he reverts to normal behavior.
Powers/Skills: Subject 562 possesses the ability to manifest high intensity flames on his forearms, manipulating them into his hands to create projectiles (eg: bolts of flame, rifts of fire) and even the ability to coat his entire body in fire. 562 also possesses an extreme tolerance to heat, both of his own and of the surrounding environment. There have been remarkable changes to the subject's physique and physical abilities correlated to the intensity of the flames manifested by him. Instances of increased speed, strength and agility have all been recorded and verified, as well as increased height and muscle mass.
Other: The Less I Know
Appearance:
Age: 23
Height/Weight: 6'1 / 205 - 6'2 / 215 with powers at max capacity
Personality: Subject 562's emotional levels show a consistent correlation with the use of his abilities. Whilst in Lockdown, Johnny displays a shy, quiet demeanor. Generally keeping to himself unless otherwise confronted by a peer subject, often found in the study hall reading historic tales of adventure. While in a group environment, Johnny displays a proficient ability to carry normal social conversation, showing the occasional bit of humor in moments of relaxation. There is a dramatic change in behavior when testing and completing simulations in The Box. Vast spikes in confidence, humor and borderline braggadocio are on full display, earning him the nickname Johnny Volatile by certain members of security and the observation team, one time proclaiming his love for a "great llama". These traits remain for quite some time after trials are complete and 562 has entered his "cooldown" phase, where he reverts to normal behavior.
Powers/Skills: Subject 562 possesses the ability to manifest high intensity flames on his forearms, manipulating them into his hands to create projectiles (eg: bolts of flame, rifts of fire) and even the ability to coat his entire body in fire. 562 also possesses an extreme tolerance to heat, both of his own and of the surrounding environment. There have been remarkable changes to the subject's physique and physical abilities correlated to the intensity of the flames manifested by him. Instances of increased speed, strength and agility have all been recorded and verified, as well as increased height and muscle mass.
Other: The Less I Know
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