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Post by FRANCO on Apr 16, 2013 1:04:55 GMT -8
⌚ DAY 002 | 11:27:45 AM ⌚
"Hmph..well take a look at this lot.."
A single pair of emerald eyes cast their gaze downward upon the warehouse bottom floor. His angular chin rested comfortably on the palm of hand as he -sighed- quietly, his expression indifferent and aloof, it didn't look like he wished to be there at all. Thugs, thieves, drug addicts...is that all this prison holds? he mused to himself as his elbow rested on the metal railing. There was a buzz around on the ground floor which functioned as the main headquarters of the East 'Dogs'. Dozens of men; both young and old gathered round in small groups, separated by distinct sets of furniture and seating.
Why was he stuck here with the likes of this sort? Through the limited contact with those folk that gathered below Franco had only encountered the most undesirable of people. In the lucky instance one wouldn't have to come across one of the loud and rude thugs they would be meet with a slimy, untrustworthy worm. You're not like these men..there will be others like you-- a reassuring voice sounded from within his head. For a moment he remembered back to the first time he landed on this prison island, seeing the daunting steel gates and hundreds of other "altered" that gathered before it with him. Unlike the others he knew what to expect, touching a guard on the ship and seeing his timeline ensured that.
Running his fingers through his ID card he remembered back to how angry he was when he was placed on a boat and shipped to area-d. He was still as angry as he was last week and even yesterday. All he wanted was to go back home, they couldn't have been able to take him if he was back there - back then. A fist would curl in the pocket of his fitted brown cargo pants as he clenched his teeth; he hated his father for not stopping them take him away. But Kidou told him that he could change all that, that he could channel Franco's anger into something productive and powerful, all he had to do was join his faction in the East. The leader of the East 'Dogs' had taken an interest in Franco, after making his ability-reader girl to grab his hand she told him all about Franco's power. His mind wandered back to the first words Kidou spoke to him. "You and I have something in common boy...join my ranks or die..the decision is yours to make"..
A rising stream of sunlight would cast itself between the large and spacious rafters casting grey bright light across the catwalk. A set of stairs resided a few meters to the left as Franco remained indifferent, leaning against the railing on the catwalks above. He would hear the shuffle of feet making their way up the stairs, before each foot landed at the top. Remembering he was the only person on this section of catwalk his veins would flush with the excitement with possible company, although his expression would not allude to any such thing. Just who would venture up above the dirt and weeds to reach heights with the tall poppy?
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Post by METUS on Apr 18, 2013 4:17:34 GMT -8
At least some things never change, was the first thought that came to Metus' mind. As he moved through the warehouse, he had already grown used to the people that were around the warehouse, but also in the entire eastern district. He had lived down underground soon after the altered crisis had started and the people there had been quite similar. Surely there were many around that were like business people, but the people that gathered where he had been were mostly randomly pulled off the streets. They also had always been the majority.
Not as if former status meant a thing there, we were all hunted down, Metus shrugged as he moved a bit out of the way for a bigger guy to move through the hall. There were some boxes here and there, but despite this place being referred to as 'abandoned', he couldn't help but think on how this was the 'base' for the 'Dogs of the East' as they apparently were named. Then again, I'm quite comfortable with the name, a light smile rested on his bored face as he continued his way. He was mostly concentrating on his hearing, to see if he could hear something behind doors and walls.
Thinking back on how they were taken off the train, Metus did wonder on some people that had been captured alongside him. While I've been around for a while, there's been some missing, he hadn't seen much of the other districts, so he wasn't too certain, but he had seen someone disobey the guards at least once before he was killed. It seemed best for him to remain out of their way at least.
It isn't like I have anything left outside this island, he thought as he was thinking back on his parents abandoning him. As child abandoned, grown up in the sewers, and now amongst the rabble. Well, at least things move on, he shrugged as he started to climb some stairs. Hopefully I don't run into someone having a bad day, he tiled his head a bit as he calmly went up, still bored. |
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Post by GREG on Apr 19, 2013 18:14:55 GMT -8
Saturn wasn't sure why exactly he had decided to join Kidou or the East. He wasn't much of a criminal, in fact, he wondered why he didn't go ahead and hang with the south. They were supposed to be the ones who were all sophisticated and the like. He wasn't much of a fighter though, so one would imagine that would land him in the west, a paradise. But why did Saturn actually end up going to the East? Industry. The metal structures of the area would compliment his powers. Working in the various factories is easier for him because of his magnetic control. He could simply assemble and disassemble various matierals. One reason that he had been told through the grapevine though why Kidou wanted to see that he joined was that if his powers developed at all, in theory, he could stop bullets.
Saturn was simply walking around a warehouse, honestly not sure what he was doing there but Phoenix was off doing his own thing and Saturn needed to find something to do till he was done with whatever that was. He actually was curious to see what he could find, in the end though, there was almost nothing there. He had managed to come upon something rather strange, a box. He could feel the metal inside, he knew it was there but he couldn't tell what it was. He looked inside the box and found something unexpected. Nails. Nails could be found in many places, though one could imagine for someone such as him, with magnetic powers, he tends to keep metal on him at all times, just in case he needs to defend himself. That seems to be more than he would care to admit though as he finds himself in trouble often.
Saturn had decided, at least for this short time, the nails would serve their purpose as weapons. He needed something to defend himself with but he put about 20 nails inside his pockets and around his persons in various places. Two of them however he simply made float as they wafted and wained around his hand, circulating it in an eliptical motion as though they were sattelites being manipulated by the gravity of a planet. He didn't have much control over his powers obviously, it wouldn't make sense since he only received such powers recently unlike some of the others here who have bore them for a long time. Saturn often wonders if those strange times when his alarm clock wouldn't turn off or coins would come rushing to his hand in his pocket. How long did he have this power and just not realize it?
Saturn looked up at the catwalk though, did he see someone? He didn't know why anyone here would be doing this but a lack of concentration caused the nails to fall to the ground pitifully. Fortunately when you live in one of the major factions, people don't just attack from out of the blue, lest you wish to face the wrath of Kidou. He looked up, wondering if the person was planning on introducing themself or if this was going to be one of those terrible awkward moments. Saturn had a quizical look on his face, using his right hand and making a single flick of the hand to resemble a wave. He knew this was awkward, but he figured he might as well look like he's a social being. Hopefully this guy wont turn into some terrible monster or spit acid at him. Those were bad, and not fun, and not well appreciated by the altered.
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