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Disconnected; The Perks of Being Insane

Only while he was swapping his seats with his quite reserved classmate did he notice her coat exhibited a lightsaber. Not to say he was astonished by it or something like that, considering most, if all, of the clothes she wore displayed the symbol of a fandom. While most people would find that off-putting, Ethan, who himself was part of many fandoms, learned to appreciate it. He actually made a guessing game off her back, trying to ascertain if he can guess the origin of every symbol her fashion choices expressed. So far, he has guessed each one of them. He had the impression that the shared knowledge on pop culture would make a good conversation starter, but in Stephanie's case, switching places would mean she would get accommodated and eventually lose herself in her own world. It was hard to blame her, considering how hard life was being on both of them. Birds of the same feather do flock together, but that wasn't the case this time, so Ethan was left with nothing to do but hold himself back and let the girl be. Her genuine expression towards his unrehearsed act of kindness made him simper, before she cast her sight at the window.

A black smudge on his dark blue slim fit jeans captivated the boy's attention, as he reached to remove it with a grubby tissue he kept in his jacket's pocket. He wasn't buried on firmato clothes, to be precise, but ever since he reached puberty, he would always take good care of the ones he had, refusing to let anyone else but him wash and/or iron them. His fashion preferences often tended to cause turmoil in his house, as both his parents continuously disagreed with his selection of skinny jeans over average ones for the main reason that they made him appear way too slim, but all of their complaints fell flat. Ethan himself also had issues with his ectomorphic build in the past due to it being the center of many teasings, but once he got over middle school, he decided to embrace it and stopped giving a damn, well, at least to a certain extent. Not to say that the comments he gets about his appearance don't cause him distress, but due to his new mindset, the mental pain is somewhat subverted. Ethan also likes to believe that his newfound ability to Disconnect helped him overcome the stress, but while it may have been true, he uses it more as an excuse to shelter himself from real life.

After he was done wiping the smudge, the boy crept the tissue into his jacket's pocket. He moved his hands at a leisurely pace, almost like he was exhausted, up to the top button of his beige shirt before undoing it. Ethan didn't expect anyone to even consider sitting next to him, so it goes without saying he had to keep himself cozy. Now that Steph had transmitted some of her warm, however, he needed to loosen up a bit. Suddenly, the boy's ears caught a voice. It was Stephanie herself, asking him whether he had done his art work. Ethan felt a light sense of pleasure, pride even, that he made the shy wallflower stick a thumb out of her safety bubble, even though it was about something as tedious as homework. While rubbing the back of his neck, sort of ashamed, Ethan responded, "Yeah, I made a sketchy drawing, but..", he paused for a second, looking for ways to phrase what he was about to speak. "Let's just say my baby sister was holding the sheets hostage and wanted to know the location of her favorite stuffed toy. I didn't comply, and she shredded them to pieces.", he finished, as a half-assed smile crept into his face.

"I'd ask you the same, but I'm pretty sure I know the answer to that", Ethan's last remark was followed with a candid grin, a persisting feeling of pride still lurking on his insides.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat

Real Name: Slade Wilson.

Code name: Deathstroke

Prison Inmate #: 025

Appearance: When he took the mantle of the legendary mercenary Deathstroke, Slade brought with him a military exosuit which he would later modify to fit his liking. The original version had a grey-ish black color, but a paint job later and it turned into a mix of navy and orange. The suit itself is quite heavy, build to serve as a placeholder for a load of pouches that carry important equipment. A utility belt wraps around his waist while another belt starts from his ribs and reaches up to his right shoulder. Two holsters, each one carrying a handgun, are placed in his thighs. His left shoulder is comprised of slots that carry extra ammo and finally, a metal sword sheath is set on his back. Except for the mask, there are no parts in the suit that can be removed without damaging it's entire structure.

Slade himself is a man of rugged good looks. He has gray hair,a toned body and a severed right eye, courtesy of his malignant disease, which he covers using a black eyepatch. He also sports a goatee.

History: Slade Wilson came into this life as the bastard son of Mara Wilson and William Randolph Wintergreen. Shortly after his birth, both his parents came to a mutual agreement that Slade was nothing more but a burden and decided to ditch him in front of an orphanage founded by The Wayne Foundation. At the age of 12, Slade started showing extraordinary capabilities, being able to scale a chestnut tree in a jiffy. Accompanying his superhuman capacity was also a great desire for blood, shown when he nearly strangled one of the caretakers. Things weren't looking good for little Slade when, one day, his right eye blew up in an instant while his left one was in the verge of doing so if it wasn't for the intervention of Thomas Wayne himself. The man already came to a conclusion that something was wrong with Slade, so he used most of his funds to research on his condition and attempt to discover a way to prevent it. Turns out what Wilson the kid was carrying was a malignant disease of a genetic nature, most likely inherited from his father, Wintergreen. The disease gave Slade superhuman abilities, but with a catch; he would die in about eight years or so. There was no way to stop the illness from killing him, but Wayne did invent a cure that could ease the pain.

Four years later, with the death of the Wayne couple, the orphanage was shambles. Slade, now a sixteen year old kid whose skills were too much for anyone willing to adopt him, escaped the orphanage with the intention of paving his own way. There, he was frequently contacted by a masked hitman who had dubbed himself The Terminator. After a brief confrontation with him, the hitman revealed himself to be Slade's biological father, William, who had stolen a military exosuit that in turn would frequently supply him with anti-bodies to deflect the cancerous cells. He was willing to give Slade the blueprints to build another one, but Slade had a better idea - that was, to kill Wintergreen and keep the suit for himself. He gave it a paint, made himself an eyepatch using fabric from his old clothes and took the identity of Deathstroke; The One-Eyed Merc. He has managed to survive Wayne's lifespan prediction, currently aged fourty-five years old.

His last contract ended with his employer ratting him out, and at some point having him captured and thrown in the Belle Reve prison.

Powers/Abilities: Superhuman strength - Slade is able to effortlessly lift a sleeping bed using only one hand. While 'superhuman' may be quite a stretch, there is something rather otherworldly about his powers. He is also able to climb rough surfaces, run slightly faster than your average joe and possesses the agility of a panther in steroids.

Healing - Slade's exosuit allows him to easily shrug off superficial wounds such as cuts and injuries of the like. It can also heal a bullet wound, however the bullet must be removed first. It cannot deal with major wounds such as decapitation or arm severing, so there's that. Needless to say, he can only live for an estimated 30 minutes without his suit.

Weapon expertise - Slade is proficient in light and heavy firearms and can smoothly work with a blade. He carries two FN Five-Seven pistols, a folding staff and a katana sword with enhanced steel to adapt to the modern-day setting.

Wise tactician - While not supernatural in any way, Slade is a rather calm and collective chap, able to assess the situation and keep his cool while in the heat of a raging battle. He analyzes his opponents, their weaknesses and powers and may choose to use them against, should the opportunity present itself. Though rarely, he can switch into a period of manic spasms, but that only happens in very specific situations.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Aura said
So what would make dean's sister take over?

Not explained, but based on Eviledd's previous posts, I think she can only take over if he allows him. Of course, that won't stop me from retconning it.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat

-soz, double post! computer went mad-

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat

Working on a sheet right now.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Bee's last message averted a clash between Elijah and Alec, at least for now.

Disconnected; The Perks of Being Insane

Stephanie Harris; Sixteen years old, excellent in Art class and well renowned for her bad habit of day-dreaming. That's all the valid 'intel' Ethan had on the girl that occupied the seat next to him. He had noticed her before, but they never went past the formalities. Considering she was a loner like him, you'd think he would finally grow some balls and approach her, but she was always either listening to music or making art in her A3 sheets, setting a figurative barrier around her. There was nothing Ethan could do but show inner admiration at Stephanie's matter-of-fact attitude and her courage to be herself, downright oblivious to the many rumors that featured her as the protagonist. The school was not short on outcasts like Steph and him, but at least the school jocks knew which of Ethan's physical shortcoming is worth printing on a flyer, where as Stephanie is almost, for the lack of a better word, perfect. She is good-looking, she never bothered anyone and she owns quite an athletic body, albeit one that she covered in a rubble of weird fandom-related clothing. With not enough material given to them, the 'cool' kids resorted to gossiping about her. Even though the gossips would fade away pretty fast, Ethan's favorite was the one where they established her father as an abuser. These kids were pretty inventive.

Ethan responded to the girl's shy, timid, smile with a wide grin before veering his sight towards the window to his right. For some reason, today of all days, the popular kids, who would usually travel by car, decided to use the bus for a change. That explained why there were no empty seats left and why Stephanie, who would always accommodate herself in an empty corner sightseeing through the window, was compelled to sit next to the kid with the shittiest reputation in the school. Ethan spontaneously felt the need to treat her with a degree of courtesy and allow her to switch places with him. But first, he had to overcome the difficult bit; conversing to her. He had no idea how to ask her if she wants to switch places without making it too awkward. Either way, he gave it a shot.

"Uh..can y- I mean, do you wanna switch places? I've noticed you always sit near the window, so maybe..", Ethan cut his sentence abruptly, unwilling to make himself seem like more of a creep than he already is.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

"Vesuvius is about to erupt!", Alec smirked as he grabbed the water bottle the fire meta threw at him. That was no reason for him to feel proud. Going from the footage pulled from the tape, he could control his fire with enough dexterity to burn a specific part and/or person while leaving the rest of the surrounding area unharmed, therefore indicating he was as safe in the meta's place as he would be if their argument took place outside. All that considered, Alec didn't fear the man. He only feared the possibility that his quest might end without enough closure on the situation. And his only way to get that closure was the petite Italian meta standing in front of him. Unlike Elijah, she was quite level-headed and was willing to cooperate.

The ninja finally made his noisy descent, causing an uproar in the room. Alec fixated his glowing gaze at him only to reveal he was just a seventeen year old boy, and like every teenager, he seemed to be craving attention. Alec was ready to make a comment only to be cut short by Roze, who scolded the kid, a hint of an Italian accent noticed in her speech. He snatched the water bottle from the spot in between his legs and swiftly threw it at the boy while saying "You need it more than me." before framing Elijah in his peripheral vision. "In the Wild West, denying booze to men often had painful consequences", Alec made an indirect threat. He was already aware the situation would explode faster than one could say 'subderisorious', hence why he took the chance to throw a couple of stings at the arrogant meta.

Roze, in the other hand, seemed to be completely oblivious of the situation, completely losing herself on Alec's gaze. She even ignored her partner's commands to stop cooperating when she answered the questions previously aimed at her. That was when Alec realized he was chasing his own tail all along. If he wasn't so good at restraining his feelings, he'd probably burst out laughing at his failure. To reward Roze's patience and serenity, Alec decided to answer hers and Elijah's questions any way.

"Registered government employee, callsign; Lighthouse", he declared, his eyes jumping from Roze to Elijah while completely ignoring the kid. "I'm tracking the man responsible for the broadcast that forced you two into hiding."

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"I'll go with Pamela and the emotion manipulator", Dean made a choice, not fully briefed on what was happening with the girl who was escorted around by drones. He regretted his choice shortly afterwards, and he had a good reason behind it; if Jenni took complete control over him, there would be a load of dead protester bodies. It was already too late to change mind, though.

After the trio dropped in the 'battle' zone, the odds turned to their favor fast, with the emotion manipulator, Abigail, completely overwhelming the crowd at the blink of an eye. There was nothing left to do for Dean but follow Pamela as she ran away to evacuate the families.

Disconnected; The Perks of Being Insane

December, 14, 2014

07:30 a.m

"Right, left, right, left, right, left!", The boy counted, panting as he kept dodging the colorful pillars falling down from the sky. The world presented to him was bleak, yet irresistibly charming. Bleak as in, white, for the better part, while it's charm stemmed from the blocks the black hole that circled above his head brought down. What Ethan had created was a Tetris-inspired setting. It wasn't his most creative work, but he was bit tight with time at the moment, having just arranged his stuff for school. Disconnection or day-dreaming, as everyone referred to it, wasn't part of the boy's morning routine, but it just so happened that he was, to some extent, addicted to it. Besides, it's not like he would lose track of time that fast.

"This is getting boring. Let's have a little fun!", Ethan uttered, a great dose of determination detectable in his tone. If only he would be that invested in improving his real life. It was then that the blocks started diving in faster. Even though not as effortlessly as before, Ethan still managed to barely skip through the oncoming blocks, until a blue horizontal one had him tumble down the white abyss below. The rules of the universe didn't apply to Rorke, as he asspulled a jetpack and flew to the direction of the black hole, the source of all evil in the dimension he had created. All he had to do is wish, and voila! An oversized red plunger appeared. It was the size of a building, yet Ethan could hold it effortlessly. He lunged at the hole, dodging the onrushing rainbow of pillars before finally sticking the mega-plunger in the hole's entrance. There were no more blocks coming out.

"A job well done!", a floating Ethan spoke, brushing the imaginary sweat off his eyebrows. Suddenly, a screeching noise was coming from somewhere. It wasn't part of the teenager's fantasy setting. It was coming from the outside - something, somebody, was creating an overflow. The high-pitched voice released shock waves which in turn shattered the plunger's wooden handle into pieces. Just as a sharp piece was about to hit the blonde boy, he got out - reconnected. The high pitched voice was now less high-pitched, but not any less annoying. It was his six year old sister, Karen. That was her way of greeting good morning.

Ethan rushed out of the closet, now facing a seemingly unfazed Karen. "You know, one of these days, I'm gonna sweep you off your feet, roll you down a rug and throw you off the window!", he spoke angrily. But her brother's empty threats weren't affecting the little brat. Even though six, she knew that the threats were meaningless and that they would still have to get along with each other by the end of the day. She was pretty sly.

"Mom sent me to tell you that if you don't get your ass moving, you won't be able to catch the bus", Karen spoke fluidly while doing her trademark fast blink that she knew Ethan hated. Those words stroke Ethan like a heart attack. His grades were shambles and he already had enough absent notes to warrant a face-to-face meeting with the principal himself. He rushed down the stairs and directly into the kitchen, where his mother was sipping on a coffee mug. “What took you so long?”, she asked in a motherly tone, eyeing his choppy, hurried motions. “Sorry. Won’t happen again!”, Ethan came up with the best excuse as he emptied a glass of milk and devoured his morning pancakes in the blink of an eye. He knew how to be resourceful when his ass was on the line. On his way out, he kissed his concerned mother’s cheek and deliberately bumped into Karen, who responded by sticking her tongue out.

Several curse words later, Ethan had finally arrived at the bus stop. He was so pleased to see that yellow noisy monster hadn’t departed yet. Climbing up the stairs led to the bus driver making a statement about how he was late again, one which Ethan easily ignored. He was way out of breath to respond to every rebuke he heard on his way out. There were two empty seats near the end of the bus which Ethan spotted as he pranced his way through the students. He took the seat near the window. While there was no sight of snow, it was real chilly outside. The pressure Ethan had to deal with from the get-go sort of distracted him from that.

Disconnected; The Perks of Being Insane

You know what? I'm bored and very impatient, so let's do this shit. Roze, you're in.