Ves
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Ayyy, I'm an 18 year old American teen getting ready for college. I like reading stories, gaming, and RPing. How are ya?
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Jason boredly slunk into the Modern Man's Super Market, shaded face glancing around the store with a gaze that seemingly took in everything around it, despite the gaze itself being lazy and half-lidded. No one spared the teenager a second glance - and that was completely alright with him. Matter of a fact, he quite preferred it this way. "Milk, milk, milk..." He whispered, his disembodied voice many tones too quite for anyone to even catch. He took his hands out of his pockets, grabbing a shopping cart as he passed by the 'stolen-item-detector'. Swinging the cart around, Jason began leading it towards the 'dairy' section of the market.
MM Super Market was a place he knew quite well, due to the fact that his crippled roommate often made him go out and get groceries for their consumption. Surprisingly, his roommate was quite the excellent cook...surprising, since Jason couldn't really remember the other teen taking any cooking lessons back in highschool. Then again, he didn't really check all that much. Regardless, judging by the ingredients he was buying, they were going to be eating enchiladas tonight...which he really, really loved. Sadly, it gave him gas...which he could catch inside of a darkness bubble, and use as projectiles against annoying people, so everything worked out quite lovely.
Sometime during his thoughts, he had made it to the dairy aisle, and was currently heading straight towards the iced milks. Full, or skim...? He thought to himself, eyes narrowing from beneath the darkness of his hood. Opening up the display, Jason reached towards the full milk, before pausing and twitching his hands towards the skim milk. After a second of this, he growled lowly, grabbing both gallons and setting them in the cart. It didn't matter; they needed more milk, anyways. The dilemma avoided, Jason closed the display case, and began heading towards the foreign food aisle.
All the while, the Super Market music played softly over the intercom.
I think I'm going to have Jason just either watch from the shadows, or continue his supermarket adventure. Especially if there's costumed heroes taking care of the hostages. He usually just drops whatever crime he's taking care of if a hero gets involved.
He doesn't really like heroes.
He doesn't really like heroes.
Sure.
Jason is currently heading towards the super-market like a regular civilian.
Whaddya wanna discuss?
Jason is currently heading towards the super-market like a regular civilian.
Whaddya wanna discuss?
"No lollygagging." A fat cop called out.
In downtown Modern City, a relatively tall, broad-shouldered, and masculine figure boredly walked past the traffic officer, hands resting in his pockets, every step unhurried, and yet concise and brisk. His appearance was incredibly shady, but only due to the literal lack of any skin showing. Otherwise, he only got a small glance from the drivers and passerbys, before they went on their way. The man in question wore a black hoodie, with the hood up, in a color that was so black, it seemed to absorb the light from around his body. Along with this was a simple pair of the same midnight-colored jeans, and regular sneakers that broke the all-black monotony. It was black, but with white completing the ensemble. Otherwise known as Chuck Taylors. Over the hoodie, he wore an open collared jacket - the exact same color as the rest of his clothing. If he had anything on his hands, it wasn't evident, due to the fact that said hands were currently hiding in his jacket.
Not to mention, his face was completely shaded by darkness - probably from the hood. You could see absolutely nothing.
As he walked by a parent-child combo, on the sidewalk, the man finally took his right hand out of his pocket, revealing that yes - his hands were gloved as well. In his grip, was a plain white note, with neat, yet scrawling black letters scribbled through the middle. "...Pick up some milk, flour, and taco shells. I would do it, but I'm...crippled." He read slowly. His voice was...odd, as well. It seemed almost muffled, and it didn't have any specific tone or pitch. It was just low, and rather disembodied, as if he was speaking through a veil of pitch-lowered speakers. It had an almost inhuman feel to it, but not quite. The figure snorted, pocketing the note, and looking up at the sun. Curiously enough, even as he looked straight up, physics did not come into play. His hood stayed completely still, and his face was still completely shadowed. Odd.
"Dick." He hated going out during the bright, sunny days.
Jason pocketed his hands once more, heading for the local supermarket.
In downtown Modern City, a relatively tall, broad-shouldered, and masculine figure boredly walked past the traffic officer, hands resting in his pockets, every step unhurried, and yet concise and brisk. His appearance was incredibly shady, but only due to the literal lack of any skin showing. Otherwise, he only got a small glance from the drivers and passerbys, before they went on their way. The man in question wore a black hoodie, with the hood up, in a color that was so black, it seemed to absorb the light from around his body. Along with this was a simple pair of the same midnight-colored jeans, and regular sneakers that broke the all-black monotony. It was black, but with white completing the ensemble. Otherwise known as Chuck Taylors. Over the hoodie, he wore an open collared jacket - the exact same color as the rest of his clothing. If he had anything on his hands, it wasn't evident, due to the fact that said hands were currently hiding in his jacket.
Not to mention, his face was completely shaded by darkness - probably from the hood. You could see absolutely nothing.
As he walked by a parent-child combo, on the sidewalk, the man finally took his right hand out of his pocket, revealing that yes - his hands were gloved as well. In his grip, was a plain white note, with neat, yet scrawling black letters scribbled through the middle. "...Pick up some milk, flour, and taco shells. I would do it, but I'm...crippled." He read slowly. His voice was...odd, as well. It seemed almost muffled, and it didn't have any specific tone or pitch. It was just low, and rather disembodied, as if he was speaking through a veil of pitch-lowered speakers. It had an almost inhuman feel to it, but not quite. The figure snorted, pocketing the note, and looking up at the sun. Curiously enough, even as he looked straight up, physics did not come into play. His hood stayed completely still, and his face was still completely shadowed. Odd.
"Dick." He hated going out during the bright, sunny days.
Jason pocketed his hands once more, heading for the local supermarket.
Aye, I'll post once I skype with Larfleeze and get some stuff ironed out.
Sorry for my absence.
Currently derping around with Skyrim mods.
Currently derping around with Skyrim mods.
@Ves I say that we have them be Ying-Yang friends. They have opposite views and (try to) balance each other out. Shadow can try to keep him from killing innocents and Jason can try and turn her to darkness and anti-hero ways. :) That sounds like fun actually.
Heh, yeah, sounds about right. jason's like shadow pls b ur namesaek
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@Ves So are our characters going to be enemies or something when they meet? Considering the fact that they are very much opposites, it's totally possible. Or they could be really weird friends... xD
Also, anyone who is up for a character relation with Shadow, I'm totally down for.
Hm...I guess it depends? I mean, if she's for the whole 'no-killing, no lethal injury' thing, they could be enemies if she catches Jason taking out some scum; if she could even catch him. Blending into darkness and all that.
Or, I guess they could be weird friends as well? Jason has a very 'I don't care' attitude, and can cause random chaos for the amusement of it. They could become friends over that, maybe. Whichever choice you like the most.
I like Malcolm. He's a very down to earth, upstanding guy.
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