Post by Buster Fleetfoot on May 8, 2018 18:25:10 GMT
Buster could see the tension in her jaw. He could see the hand on the hip. The pouty lip. He was in fucking trouble. Not to mention the fact she bothered to bring up the bartender. That fucking bartender. At least he thought she was talking about that bartender Amy who always hung on every word he said. Honestly if she was going to get jealous over other women and actually call him out on it, she would have to be more specific. Buster was a loveable guy. He was cute, but he damn well knew it. There wasn't a fire hydrant in town that he wouldn't stop and wag his tail at.
"Don't be all pissy." He groaned. Buster reached inside his jacket and pulled out his smokes. He stuck one in his mouth, but didn't bother to light it. He could draw on the nicotine through the filter. Honestly Buster just liked the taste of them. The way his biochemical reactions in his body went all super speedy he'd have to smoke a couple dozen cartons just to get that satisfaction. Still, the damage to his lungs would repair themselves in a matter of no time. Buster was a bit of a chain smoker in hat regard.
He continued. His voice all muffled from the cancer stick and the fact that he was walking away down the sidewalk. He gave a quick glance to make sure that she was indeed following him. "I can't help it that women fall all over me. It's not even me. It's the jacket. Everyone just wants to score with a fool. You got nothing to worry about dollbaby. They mean nothing to me, and i damn sure mean nothing to them." As if he were giving himself permission. He wasn't he was just explaining the reasoning behind it all. Why every two seconds it seemed like some other woman was dying to play tossil torpedo in his mouth.
Buster stopped. He turned aroud and paused. His eyes moved over her in a cautious way. Everything about his posture said that he was anticipating a scolding. He was leaning slightly away from Sophia. His hand rested on a tree as he stood under some shade. His looked was lost, vacant, not unlike his usual stare only this time he seemed to know he had fucked up. Like there was some recognition in those brown eyes of lustful temptation. There was a blast of wind out of nowhere.
Sophia's hair flew around her head as the speed at which he ran away caused a powerful gust. Buster took off running. When he came back she was holding 2 dozen roses. Another guys as he sped away again. He came back and there was a box of chocolates in her hands. He dashed off a third time. This time when the wind gust suggested he had ran back there was a lize sized teddy bear sitting beside her feet. Buster smiled at her. He ran off to three seperate stores all across town in the time it would have taken her to blink twice.
There was a silence. Buster looked at his gifts of bribery with some pride. Then he thought about it. There was a stupid look spreading across his face. "Uh....." He reached out slowly and slowly took the chocolates from her. "On second thought Biscuit..... I don't think you can have these. I would hate to poison my girlfriend." And there it was. Buster was cracking a joke, but he actually acknowledged it. No games. No playing with her feelings. He had came right out and said it weather he meant too or not... He considered her his girfriend. It couldn't be more official if she was wearing a referee shirt and had a whistle around her neck.
Post by Sophia Cromer on May 11, 2018 15:03:48 GMT
You can't trust anyone.
Everyone is out to use you or kill you.
tag - @someone
words - 0010
notes - add your notes here! I hope you'll like this template.
Sophia was tense and her hand was on her hip as she stared coldly at him. If he could feel the cold he would be a damn ice cycle at this point and nothing more than a ice statue to put as a center piece. When he started to walk she followed a bit of a distance behind him. The egotistical jackass was saying it wasn't his fault the women fell into his lap basically. It was like he forgot she spent a few months as his dog and 'chick bait'.
The guy would hit on anything with legs and a split between them for the most part. Amy the bartender basically tried to drop it on him every time sophia walked away and it made her wonder honestly if this guy was even faithful. Truthfully she was looking for a reason to cut and run anyway. She didn't want attachment or commitment, Not that she would admit to herself right now anyway.
Not to mention its not like it was clear what this even was. For all she knew he had some sick dog fetish and thats why she was still around in his bed every night. When he finally stopped she just stared at him as if she was amazed at how stupid he could possibly be. Suddenly she felt the gust of wind and looked down to see roses, Followed by a box of chocolates and a teddy bear at her feet.
All of it likely stolen from some poor idiot who was also in trouble. He sure wasn't gone long enough to stand in a check out line in those seconds.Her eyes Landed on his and the proud look on his face because of the bribe. Before she could say anything he slowly took the chocolates and told her dogs couldn't have them. Then she heard it and the word made her heart race a bit.
Girlfriend. It was in the air now what this was and part of her wanted to be happy about it. The other part felt like she just had a collar and leash put on her. "You just think your so fucking cute. Who did you steal all this shit from?" Her words had a bitter sting to them as she dropped the roses and stepped back. Her eyes were glowing bright Golden amber. "Cheap bribes every time you fuck up? Im supposed to be the sucker who falls for that?"
Turning her back to him she didn't bother to look back. "Maybe you could stop being a selfish dick and actually make something about me for once. Plan a date or something but stealing cheap gifts is just a slap in my face." The words had a bit of hurt in them and just like that she shifted into the form of biscuit hes trusty dog and took off running back to the clubhouse.
Straight down the side walked and across the roads until she found herself back in 'their' room. Slamming the door she just sat in a chair and tried to collect the thoughts in her mind. Sophia was hurt and she sure as shit wasnt accepting second hand un thoughtful gifts from him. Instead she finally got up and jumped in the shower. The hot water ran down her shoulders as she stared at the wall.
Maybe it was time to cut and run because she knew hat she was getting feelings. The fact that she could feel the hurt in her chest was a dead give away. "Damnit..." Was all she muttered as she stood in the steam filled shower.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on May 11, 2018 19:16:50 GMT
Buster wanted to say something Anything. But what could she say. She was right. He was an asshole. He was chauvinistically famous for being a prick. A womanizer. A guy who got what he wanted most all of the time. He was like a little kid who wasn't used to hearing the word no.
The only time he ever heard no was when they were moaning "No, don't stop." Buster realized that she had shoved the flowers back in his hand. He was standing there holding flowers and chocolates and standing next to a life sized teddy bear. Buster watched her turn into a dog and run away. He could have gone after her.
He could have beat her to where she was going and forced her to talk to him, but what was the point. Buster would just get a door slammed in his face. This was where he fucked up. It was when things started to go nice that he self destructed. Buster was a string of one night stands, but he didn't know how to be in a functional relationship. His brain was hardwire to be a self sabotaging machine.
"The fuck are you looking at?" Buster snapped at the bear. It said nothing. It sat there staring at him through button eyes. A big, wide stitched in grin. "Don't give up on her young man!" An old man said. Buster turned to see an old man sitting on a bus stop bench. Was he sitting there the whole time? "What do you know about it old timer?"
Buster sneered. He sat down on the bench beside the old man. He was all slouched posture. His legs spread wide open, the flowers dangling between them. There was a single curly cue that curled down over his forehead. His slick back greaser hair perfectly groomed with one one to look nice for. No one except for this old bastard.
"I know more than you think whippersnapper!" Buster went to say something, but he was quickly cut off. "Look you old fu---" The old man slapped him in the face. "Quiet down! That's the problem with you kids today. You don't listen. All you do is text and tweet and get on your youtubes to get the hookups with people you don't even know! In my day we got to know people. You couldn't find the mother of your children by swiping left." Buster smiled.
"It's right grandpa." He was telling him that you're supposed to swipe right. The old man misunderstood. "Damn right, I'm right!" He confirmed. Buster smiled and sighed at the same time. He reached up a hand to wipe at his mouth, just to give his hands something to do. He turned and leaned on one knee with his hand. He gave this old man his full attention now. He didn't know Buster was a mutant. He couldn't have possibly kept up with the speed at which he moved, but he had heard enough of the conversation to think Buster an ass. "You're an asshole."
The old man declared after a long pause of silence. "Excuse me?" Buster said angrily. He was ready to break old man river's hip. "You have a pretty gal like that, and you let her get away." Buster thought about it. "Did you..." No he didn't see Sophia run away. He was actually blind. He just had good hearing. "I know a thing or two about love, and i know a thing or two about life. You're going to be an old fuck like me some day. And you'll be crapping your pants and watching jepordy and wondering why you're not crapping your pants with the woman you love.... Crapping hers right next to you! Mark my words."
The old man god up when he heard the bus approach. Buster did nothing. He sat there and watched the man get up and make his way to his ride. He did pause before he got on the bus. He turned and offered Buster one last piece of advice. "If you love her. Fight for her, ya schmuck!" With that he was gone. The old 100 year old man with the sage advice and the surprisingly quick hands. Buster was a fucking speedster, but he hadn't seen it coming. William would have never let him live it down had he been here. Buster thought about what the old man said for a few moments after he left. He looked down at the stolen flowers and threw them on the ground.
She was right. She deserved more than just the usual plays from the play book. She deserved something real. "Alright old man. You want to see me fight for her?" He stood up and pulled a comb out of his pants pocket. He slicked his hair back. Smoothing it out around the edges and making it just right. He had goggles around his neck. His jeans were tight fitting and cuffed at the ankles. There wasn't a single spot on his white shirt. He fixed his jacket. He was ready to go and win her back. Only his legs wouldn't move.
There was a stinging pain at his neck and then his legs wouldn't move. Buster reached up and felt his neck. There was a dart in it. His vision got all swimy and started cartwheeling out of control. Buster looked around and saw a bald headed man walking towards him.
The bald man check both sides of the street for witnesses before dragging him towards a vehicle. The roses scattered about around the bench. Buster's comb fell out of his pocket. The comb with his scent all over it. Buster tried to swallow but his throat felt thick and locked up. He struggled to see anything before he blacked out. He saw three letters on a patch. G.A.D....
It had been a few months since he had went and and taken charge of all the files from the Detroit police. Of course the local PD tossed up a fuss but after all it was above their pay grade to deny the government. Almost all of the officers were forced to sign a gag order from the joke of a mutant crimes division they had. Well one managed to keep working on her case somewhat but only because she was a good shot. He remembered carrying a file in his hand out of her office and she shot out a bit of info.
Futile attempt because of the electronic copies but it pegged right between two of his fingers. It was enough for him to fast track her into the rookie program of G.A.D.E.M. Sure they had tests to check for mutant DNA but sam was insistent that no mutant in their right mind would try to infiltrate their organization. Since they were in Detroit he locked down the lease on a two bedroom apartment near the club house of the fools.
It gave him plenty of time to read up on these mutants and he quickly realized how much of a chore it would be to grab them one by one. These fuckers always seemed to have another club member around or they stuck around a heavily guarded compound. Sitting out in a black van he was watching two of them have a fight on the sidewalks. "Hey rookie go grab some coffee and doughnuts its gonna be a long day."
Ramona had been his specially assigned trainee since he had brought her in. The woman had the temperament of a damn water buffalo and it didn't surprise him that no one wanted to deal with her. Still even with that she was a pretty cute woman with a snarky attitude and he loved pissing her off. Before she could get out of the van he watched as one of these fools was finally alone. "Alright rook, Dart him. Might not get another chance for a while."
Sam ordered and once the dart fired he was out of the van. Watching the guy fall he quickly grabbed his arms. "You're heavy for a scrawny fucker." Sam spoke as he tossed him in the back of the van. Ramona was in the back already hooking him up with a sedative drip to keep him weak and unable to move. "Hold on to your pretty little ass back there." He joked before speeding off in the van and heading back to their 'base'.
It was a bit of a drive to a warehouse that he had also rented at company expense. There he had several cells and G.A.D.E.M. agents there for processing. All the cells had one wall made into a observation window. Busters cell was equipped with vents to pump not only oxygen into the airtight cell but knock out gas to remove him when it was time to leave. He was only the first of the collection. Pulling a chair up Sam sat beside Ramona outside the cell and waited for buster to wake up to his new 'home.'
Ramona had to bite her tongue on more than one occassion. She wanted to say so many things to this man. He was arrogant. he was an asshole. That his head would make a nice cueball when she sank an orange five in the corner pocket. She couldn't do any of those things. That would have been career suicide. Not to mention he was secret government ops. She would disappear and her poor sweet mother Lena Kelevra would have had her mind erased or some shit!
She knew the government did some shady shit behind the scenes. Ramona wasn't overly impressed. So far it had been a lot of big talk and chest puffing. It was talk about ending the mutant problem. Fixing the mutant problem. Neither one of them knew that she was a mutant. Ramona never considered her abilities superhuman. They were! But she considered herself, room for improvement. She was alwasy so hard on herself. She was her harshest critic.
Now she was assigned to this joker. To be what? His secretary? If that was the path her career took then she wouldn't need suicide. It was already dead on arrival. Ramona did her best to smile and bat her pretty big brown eyes and looks sweet. Anything to keep the egomaniac from shitting his pants because he was so close to such a strong woman. Boys with their egos tend to shrivel up when they are challenged by a strong authoratative female figure. Maybe it had something to do with getting to spankings from mommy as a child. Either way, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and slammed her locker closed. It was her last day as a cop on the force. She had been transfered weather she liked it or not. She was just handed over to this agency like a stuffed fucking teddybear at some hicksville county fair. She wondered how many tickets she would go for.
As she thought about it her eyes drifted off to the window. Outside a bird screamed across the sky chirpping happily. She chewed at her lower lip. Lost in thought and thinking about what an asset she could have been to the mutant crimes division. "Kelevra!" She snapped out of it. "Huh?" She straightened up quickly. Looking around she realized she was still standing in the locker room. "Last day, how about a doughnut?" Ramona smiled. "Thanks Marty." Finally a little recognition around here. She thought and she began puffing her own chest out. This might not be so bad she thought.
That was a few months ago. Now she sat inside a hot van staring at a park bench. She didn't see much of anything interesting. It was a few blocks away from the Fool's Dice Club. Why weren't they there? Where the ya know bad guys are? She was pretty bored. Her get up and go had got up and went. She had been staring at these monitors for hours upon hours. Still she soldiered on and watched. Her eyes were dull and listless as she stared at the slightly fuzzy small screen. For high ranking government assholes their tvs really sucked. Ramona was all stone faced and serious. She never acted anything less than professional at work.
Even if her mind was a million miles away. She had been working this detail for a few months now and she hadn't even seen a mutant yet. She was beginning to think they were made up. When suddenly the door swung open and she was getting yelled at. Ramona didn't think. She didn't hesitate. She pulled a tranq gun and shot the guy in the neck. She recognized him. He was Benny Fleetfoot. High ranking member of the club. Apparently he had some pull with Vice President and best friend Stuntman Johnny Rome. "That's Benny Fleetfoot!" She said clearly stating the obvious. She watched as he was drunk inside the van. "Holy shit you fuckers are real. You're like the fucking men in black!" She was having a slight anxiety attack. She didn't know why.
She had been on high stakes missions before, but as a rookie. Never was she brought into something so.... Unethical? Ramona wasn't a dirty cop. She didn't even understand why her captain thought she'd be ok with just kidnapping people. She calmed herself taking a few deep breathes as she heard the door slam shut and they rolled away. She quickly began working on a drip pump for a constant feed of sedative. "So what happens now?" She asked. Her voice was filled with much less of the blind panic and much more rational woman. She was eager, and she was brave, but she was also just a rookie cop.
New to the force and hungry to proove herself. She looked down at her captive. Buster slept peacefully. He was really gone. She wondered about the morality of it all. Weather they had a right to just snatch him off the street. It felt odd not issuing miranda rights. He was a mutant, but he was also human. Ramona felt conflicted with what she knew was right and what the job wanted of her. Ultimately she put the job first... Like she always did. She buttoned up her personal grievances and kept quiet.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on May 12, 2018 1:45:32 GMT
Buster woke up to being slammed into a wall. "Urgh!" He cried as he felt the spray of a hose on him. Some asshole was going to die. He bared his teeth and shielded his face with his hands as the powerful sprays of water punished him. "You mutant fucks are smelly assholes." Buster couldn't help but be a smart-ass. His mouth was the one thing that consistently got him into trouble. "It's called cologne and hygiene asshole!"
The water stopped and spilled across the floor. It rushed to a drain in the center of the room. Buster himself washed across the room in a river wave of bad feelings. He was soaked to the skin. His leather jacket had been stripped from him as had the rest of his clothes. For the decontamination shower.
It was a little rougher and a lot less private than it had to be. But then again. Buster had mouthed off when he got here. He woke up not from the dart, but the rifle but that cracked his face right above the eyebrow, when he told the guard he would make employee of the month if they made him guard the jelly doughnuts.
Buster was so over this shit. "Gotta. Go. Fast." He mumbled under his breathe. It was a dorky catchphrase he had came up with as a kid. Some superhero fantasy come true when he realized he was a mutant. Finally he would have the strength to take on the old man. Sadly it wasn't a fight worth having. Poor bastard was piss drunk 24/7 it was just sad. Those memories, that catchphrase came crashing back to him like a tsunami of nostalgia and motivation. Buster clinched his fists.
He saw nothing more than blurry shapes in the room. He could hear the clicking echo of footsteps somewhere. The drugs were still in his system. Kicking his ass. Dulling his senses. They had an effect on his power. He tried to vibrate his hand on the floor. Create friction until his fist was hot as a burning cole then he was going to shove his fist all the way down the guard's throat and watch him choke on it. Only his hand wouldn't vibrate. He couldn't generate speed.
What the hell? He thought. Buster stared at his hand in disbelief. It was his hand alright. Blurry and sporting seven fingers with the double vision but he saw the pinky rings on his finger. Buster looked up. Strands of wet hair clung to his forehead as he stared up at bright lights. This place was obnoxiously bright. He didn't have to look up for long before he was drug to his feet and tossed some clothes. "Put those on."
Someone commanded. One of the soldiers had tossed him the clothes. The other two guarded the exit to the room. They didn't move at all they were like statues. Then there was the fucker with the hose, he was standing there smiling. He got off on the powertrip. Nerdy fuck. Enjoy the revenge of the nerds porky. Cuz the greasrs win in the end. Buster slipped on the scrub pants but not the shit.
His body was all lean muscle and cut abs. All that running. All those burnt calories and high metabolism. He was like he was carved out of stone. His punch was powerful. Even without the superspeed. "Where the fuck am I?" Buster demanded. He kept up the tough guy shit. Cracked a few jokes to show he wasn't scared. Buster stared at the guy with the water hose and smiled. "Buffalo Bill??!?!? Is that you?!?!? Get out here you skeevy fuck! Let me guess. It puts the lotion on it's skin or else it gets the hose again!"
Buster started to laugh harder now. He ran his hands through his hair slicking it back. It flopped to the side to wet to be managable, but still sorta slicked back. He looked around the large empty room. The soldiers said nothing. The man with the hose started to leave, the boss was coming. Buster pointed at hose guy.
"I'll remember you buddy." It was a promise not a threat. "What the fuck is going on here? Huh?" Buster didn't realize he was in his containment cube. It was a rather largish room with some furniture. It had a greenish tint to it and had and made of glass all around it. The guard's left, the guy with the hose left and they sealed the door from the outside. Buster moved over and pressed his face against the glass.
His face twisted in anger. The humor was gone he was getting pissed. He started throwing elbows into the door as hard and as fast as he could. Only without his super speed. "LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!" He did this until he was out of breath and heaving. Buster collapsed in the floor trying to catch his breathe. He pulled himself along the floor until he was seated up against the wall. He looked down and saw that he had been branded "01161989929? What the fuck?"
His eyes darted back and forth to the rear view just to be sure they weren't followed. Eventually he slowed down and blended into city traffic. "The men and black were weak. They wanted peace with beings that constantly wanted them dead. We handle the mutant problem." Samuel spoke in a blunt tone as they arrived at the holding facility. The grunts came and unloaded the prisoner/ test subject and Sam went inside. A peek over his shoulder looked at his trainee to be sure she was following.
"Good job today. Not bad for a rookie helping bad for the first day. We got a lot more work to do grabbing the rest of his buddies." There was a smug grin on his face as he grabbed a sandwich off the catering table and headed towards the knew prisoner. Both he and Ramona pulled up and chair and held note pads to hopefully get info. The guy was awake and Sam watched as he tried his best on a futile escape attempt.
When the man finally collapsed from lack of breath he pulled out a pen."Are you done now mutant? Your not going to escape your pod and i have a few questions." Sam boredly asked as he stared down at his empty notes and took a huge bite of the mini sub sandwich. "How many mutants are at the compound? Whats the best entrance into the club?" His gaze darted up to the mutant sitting against the wall.
Something smart ass was said and sam just rubbed the bridge of his nose."This was only a courtesy. Your answers would've insured them brought in alive and not in body bags. Lucky for me i get paid when they come it either way grease bucket." Rising from his seat he stepped closer to the glass. "Maybe your girlfriend/Pet pooch will be a little more cooperative." A hand gesture pointed to the limp body of Sophia being drug in for processing.
After they left he posted more guards to wait in case she came sniffing around. "Once I get a little rough with her im sure you'll be more eager to cooperate." Giving one last grin to buster he walked away with ramona in tow. "You'll find the our office down that hall. how about we go out and have a drink to celebrate your very successful first day on the field."
Post by Sophia Cromer on May 12, 2018 13:03:32 GMT
You can't trust anyone.
Everyone is out to use you or kill you.
tag - @someone
words - 0010
notes - add your notes here! I hope you'll like this template.
After her shower she moved into the bedroom toweling dry her hair. To her surprise he wasn't there graveling or trying to smooth talk his way into the bed with her. After pulling on some jean shorts and a tank top she moved into the living room area and still no buster. Where the hell was this asshole and why wasn't he here to kiss her ass? Honestly she wasn't sure but she was determined to find out.
Heading out of the club she sniffed the air a bit and caught his familiar scent. Feet carried her back to the park area she had last seen him. The scent was fading and she found the most of it on his comb that was on the ground. In her human form she wasn't as keen on scents So her eyes started to glow. Just before she could shift there was a sharp pain in her shoulder.
Reaching back she pulled a dart out and before she could run agents were surrounding her and she managed to land a few punches before finally falling over. Everything was dark and she lost track of time until the rude awakening of a hose hit her. Sophia screamed as the high power hose stung her skin all over.
'Look at her. Those long ass legs will be much fun. Like a bitch in heat im sure they will spread one way or another.' One of the guys spoke and she was out number by a few. Sophia heard the orders to stand up but instead she spit at them. "Fuck you scrub!" Her tone was cold and bitter but one of the men wasn't impressed. Jerking her by the hair she was slammed into the wall with a load umph sound.
A night stick pressed against her throat as she was choking and the guards other hand wandered places it shouldnt. "You will learn respect like a good trained little dog." He spoke before shoving clothes into her hand. "Get dressed!" The man offered and she pulled her clothes on quickly. From there she was tossed into a clear containment cell.
It was round with all see through walls. One door was the entrance and exit. She noticed the bed and her non private bathroom. As her amber eyes glanced around she saw Buster in the cell a few feet away. "Man you go through great lengths to avoid a sincere apology." Sophia's tone was cold as she stared at him.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on May 12, 2018 16:09:05 GMT
Buster just had that streak in him. That cocky, arrogant streak that made him stupid. It wasn't his fault. He grew up taking care of himself. His drunk abusive father used to kick him around. Tell him it was to make him tougher. If that was the intended purpose than mission accomplished. Buster was just thick skinned. Even if something was bothering him on the inside there was no way he was going to let you see it on the outside. That just wasn't Buster.
Buster looked around his tiny cell. There was the bare bones furniture a cot, a stool. "Thanks for the housewarming gifts. You want to come over? See the new place? Split a cold one?" Buster didn't honestly believe this man was stupid enough to enter the room with him. Though it was not one way glass. Buster could see them just as easily as he saw him. Buster used his hand to motion to the rickety stool.
There was no smile on his face. "I hate to tell you this, you being my landlord and all.... Buuuut I'm planning on breaking the lease." Of course he wasn't going to stay here. Buster was already figuring on busting out of the place. He was cocky enough to announce his plans ahead of time. It was just the Buster way.
He could feel his muscles pulsing. The drugs within his system were starting to wear off. He could feel the molecules and atoms in his cells charging up. Tiny firing neurons sparking with electricity. His molecules were coming alive again. Whatever was in that knockout drug had a power dampening effect. The smirk returned to his hawk like face....
Buster bent his knees slightly. He was getting ready to run. He was going to run up the wall, across the ceiling and down the other wall and repeat. He was hoping to make enough friction that he burned a hole in this thick glass. Think of it as a giant hamster wheel. Only instead of sonic the fucking hedgehog you had a pissed up mutant with anger issues and violent tendencies.
Buster dashed. Faster than he had ever ran before. Buster ran until his muscles pumped battery acid and his lungs were bursting out of his ribcage. 12 minutes and 48 seconds. That was the amount of time Buster ran at top speed before he was a heaving weezing mess on the floor. He could run from one end of the country and back in under a microsecond.
Buster could run around the world 60 times in a minute. The distance had never been an issue. Stamina was never really an issue. He had never gotten even slightly tired from running. He was always at his destination before fatigue set in. Buster came running down the wall. Just a teal colored blur wearing teal scrubs. He ran from the ceiling to the wall and hit the floor before a cramp in his thigh tripped him up. He tumbled across the large cell and rolled right up to the glass. His eyes were puffy and red. He was sweating heavily. Gasping and breathing hard. There wasn't even a streak on the glass.
Buster looked right at Sam. "It won't hold me forever." He huffed. Taking several more gasping breathes Buster glanced at Ramona. She seemed to watch him with great interest,but it wasn't smug like baldy. It was more honest. Buster shot her a nasty glare. When Sophia was brought up, Buster held his poker face. He flinched when she was drug into the cell next to his. He had to stop himself from running right over to her.
Buster bit his tongue. He wanted to tell her he was sorry, but showing that he cared was only going to give them more leverage. "Oh her? You think I care about her?" Buster said coldly. His stare was vacant and lacking in any emotion. Usual Buster, but somehow it stung a little more this way. His words were cruel and he wouldn't even look her in the eye. Instead his gaze remained on Sam. The asshole who probably knew he was lying. Buster just hoped that he hadn't been informed of what was lying in his jacket pocket.
He would call his bluff instantly. Sitting in the inner liner of his jacket pocket was an engagement ring. Bought, not stolen. Buster used some of his street race winnings to buy it the honest way. Left a bad taste in his mouth. 7 grand for a lousy rock? She was worth it though. She was the only thing that never made hm feel hollow inside. "Might as well let her go. She doesn't know nothing and you're not going to get to me through her. She's just some chick that hangs around the bar. I don't even know her name."
Ramona walked quietly down the halls. The floor was metal grating and there was yellow handrails. Looking over the edge she could see they were very high up. This place, this secret facility in the middle of nowhere was massive. Ramona was no stranger to interrogation. She had interrogated her share of perps on the force. Mind you, not many, but it had always been a strength of hers. Her cold heartless bitchy nature that came out in the line of her police work. She had a knack for bitchy.
Ramona followed Sam into a largish room. It was facing several cells with several captive mutants. Buster Fleetfoot was just the latest. There was the balding man with the glasses. She saw a chart on the wall. It had photos of the prisoners pinned up there with their powers and abilities listed right below them. She supposed it was easier for the guards to know who they were dealing with that day. After all, important agents like Samuel Bryant couldn't sit and babysit prisoners all day. They needed him in the field. Ramona paused a moment to think about what kind of man enjoyed this kind of work. Slowly her opinion of Agent Bryan was decreasing.
He was a bit of a smug asshole and he talked too damn much. Most of what came out of his mouth was snarky anyways. Then again. She had to admit he was a handsome man. Something about a powerful man that just made her weak. It was her kryptonite. She was used to being the tower of strength and the model of composure. When someone else took charge it was kind of a thrill. Over the last few days she had, had her daydreamy thoughts of Agent Bryan. His caveman like demeanor and take charge attitude might turn some off, but it was the only thing she found interesting about him.
Ramona looked at the chart on the wall. The balding man with glasses name was codename Darwin. He had the ability of photographic reflexes. Whatever the hell that meant. Although it was very similar to Ramona's abilities. Her brain chemistry worked with superhuman muscle and reaction time to make something very special. The deadliest of deadly shots. Ramona was a god damned Michelangelo with a gun in her hand. She tucked some strands of hair behind her ear and walked quietly around the table to get a better look at this chart. She had been working with G.A.D.E.M. These last few months and it was the first time she had seen this secret facility.
They had always spent their days on stakeouts and their nights at seedy motels. It was kind of like being a truck driver. You spend a lot of time in a vehicle and then you crash at the cheapest motel you can find and do it all over again. Ramona shook her head and pushed the thoughts away from her cluttered mind. She read silently. Her lips moving along with the words she was reading, but not actually saying. "Mute. Subject has the ability to cancel out the power of other mutants. Subject is considered an extreme asset. Suspect is to be kept secure at all times. Priority level 4." Moving along to the next on to the next one she saw a pretty woman.
She looked like she was ripped out of the 40's Even for a mugshot she was very beautiful. "Subject name: Psyche serial number 04488667720. Subject is considered highly intelligent. Supernatural abilities beyond our understanding. USE EXTREME CAUTION Transfer pending...." Ramona's head whipped over to see the beautiful woman who's picture was on the chart, though her cell was empty. Her brow furrowed a bit as she looked over she saw the man named mute, and Darwin who didn't look like he was very healthy. Darwin looked like he could die at any moment. Ramona walked up to the glass and Buster glared at her.. She turned to Sam who offered him one last chance. Then there was something about a drink. "I'd love to." Ramona almost jumped at the chance.
She turned back to the mutants in the cell. At least give those mutants a chance to be alone for a moment. Ramona never considered herself a great mutant sympathizer but she didn't like it right in her face, inhumane treatment. She turned back to Sam. "A drink." She repeated. Her big brown eyes almost defining the conditions. "After the day I've head i could use a drink." Ramona turned and started to leave. She grabbed her jacket and hung it over her arm. "First round's on me asshole!" Buster called out from his cell, though halfway through what he was saying his intercom was cut off cutting him off mid sentence. "You coming?" Ramona asked. She was anxious. She needed to drink to settle her conscience.
Post by Andromeda Cromer on May 14, 2018 14:35:24 GMT
[attr="class","Im"]
[attr="class","really"]
[attr="class","exhausted"]I like the dirty rhythm you play.
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
I want to hear you calling my name. I know you want it in the worst way.
Weeks? Months? At this point she really wasn't sure how long she had been locked in this clear bubble prison. No matter how much psychic energy she pushed at the walls she wasn't able to get through. They had something in her specially made cell that contained her powers just to the interior. Truth was she felt like she belong in this cage and its why she let they take her. Andi made sure they couldn't get Sameal by using her powers to make him sleep and hiding him. From the minute G.A.D.E.M stepped on the island paradise she knew what they wanted. To draw them away from the man she loved it was a chase game through the under brush. It ended when one of them managed to get a tranquilizer dart in her neck.
Sameal would've been asleep for two days but in his dreams he would have months of memories of the time they spent. Ones she fabricated by her sheer want to have had the freedom with him. She was looking rather ragged lately and she didn't want him to see her like this. Every night she would sleep and in her dreams she would slip into his mind to see him. It was the only thing that kept her going. Today she watched a couple of mutants drug in and one of the rookie agents. A women she hadn't seen before Stopped in front of her cell but to the naked eye it was empty. Andi kept this illusion hoping to fool someone into opening her cell but it never worked. Plus it was the only privacy she got and she laid in her bed quietly.
Closing her eyes she found herself on the beach of their island just waiting for sameal to show up. She wasn't dressed in her normal fashion and her tired eyes weren't hidden in make up. Andi just didnt have the energy to keep up this illusion after a day of testing they had done on her. Standing by the ocean line she was staring at the water with a lifeless expression on her face. Andi knew she was going to die there but she wasn't ready to go yet. Her attention turned when she felt the presence of the one she was waiting on. There was a weak smile on her lips and she quickly and literally fell into a hugging embrace. All her sleeping time was spent awake in someones dreams so it was never truly restful and starting to show. "I missed you." her words were soft like a whisper in sameals ear.
(tagged)⏤ @.someone (notes)⏤ I hope you like this template!
Post by Sophia Cromer on May 14, 2018 16:34:29 GMT
You can't trust anyone.
Everyone is out to use you or kill you.
tag - @someone
words - 0010
notes - add your notes here! I hope you'll like this template.
Sophia was already fuming mad over his weak attempt at bribery. Did he think that little of her that he could get away with something like that? Was she wasting her time and now locked up in basically prison because of him. Sitting on the bed she listened in to buster talking with baldy. She didn't need to pressed her ear to the glass because her heightened senses made her hearing ten times better than a normal humans.
Obviously being locked up didn't stop that big as mouth of his from talking shit. Still he took off like the energizer bunny on crack and there was just a blur barely visible on the glass before it ceased. 'Dumb ass.' Sophia though in her mind as she stood from the bed and moved over to the wall of her cell closest to his. Her fingers touched the glass and she sniffed the air. Something about this cell was special and seemed to lock in the abilities of mutants.
Her attention however turned when Samuel mention torturing her to get information. Honestly that didn't bother her because she didn't know much about the club. Maybe she was a prospect but prospects didn't get let in on the big information and anything important. The only reason she really stuck around was because she felt she owed buster her life and that was just at first.
That changed a while back when she started feeling angry and jealous over him flirting with other girls. Sophia listened to buster speak and it was like a kick to her gut. Apparently she was just some random girl to him and it stung her. It was obvious the hurt in her eyes as she watched the bald headed man walk off smugly laughing. A cold glare was shot to Buster as a tear ran down her cheek.
Quickly she wiped it away and within moments she shifted back into biscuit and curled up on the floor. Her back was turned to buster and she breathed in a deep sigh. Internally she was hurt and she didn't want him to see just how badly.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on May 14, 2018 17:12:01 GMT
Buster watched as tall dark and stupid walked away. His glare never shifted from that of extremely pissed off. That was unti l he turned and caught a fleeting glimpse of Sophia's hurt face. She shifted into dog form and curled up away from him. It was a slap in the face. He was truly alone.
The life of an asshole tends to be lonely. He never figured he was going to end up here. Prison sure, but this was different. He figured he'd get arrested for reckless driving, or grand theft auto. Not being mutant on a Tuesday. Buster punched the glass one final time in a show of frustration. It hurt. His hand throbbed, but he just balled his fist.
Buster wasn't aware if he could even talk to Sophia through glass so thick. He certainly couldn't hear shit outside his cell unless that stupid little intercom was active. There was a streak of blood on the glass. It was from his punch. Buster Fleetfoot had a hell of a punch. His knuckles were all bloody. Reaching up he used his finger to scribble a message in the blood. "Fuck you." It did little to make him feel better.
Buster turned and sighed. He looked over at Sophia who was curled up still ignoring him. And he just stared at her a moment. He wanted to scream. He wanted to get everything off his chest, but what did it matter. He opened his mouth to say something, and then quickly closed it. Moving over to his cot he sat down and stared at the other cages. There was an empty cell next to him. The charge hanging on the door said "Pysche" He could just make it out from here.
Beside the empty cell was another cell. The glass was so fucking clear and clean he could see inside every cell and see what all his mutant friends were doing. Beside the empty cell was another empty cell.
That one belonged to Darwin, but he was down in the lab with electrodes being glued to his face by this point. There was a man in the cell next to Sophia's. He wore the same scrubs as the rest of them and, he watched Buster and Sophia with silent interest. Curious about his new cell mates. Buster shot him a look and sighed again before looking at the floor.
"Great going stupid." He mumbled to himself. "I gotta get the fuck out of this place. Get my shit back." He was spinning the wheels in his mind. Trying to figure out just how he was going to break out. It was going to take some time. This places security was no joke. Buster looked around.
He wondered if he could somehow rig the intercoms to talk to the other cells. Probably not, he could hotwire a car. Electronics were all the same. Maybe he could give it a try when his hand stopped throbbing. He had to wait for the broken bones to heal. It would take a few hours.
Buster looked over at Sophia, unaware that she might even be able to hear him. He stared at her sleeping form and just thought on all his choices in his life. "When i get us out of here.... I'm going to marry you. Mark my words." He said. Sure, Buster enjoyed the game just as much as she did. The fighting for control, the making each other jealous just to delight in the reaction. He had spent a good portion of his life alone however. He was tired of the games. Shit like this reminded him just how limited life could really be. He was determined he was going to do something good with his life while he still had the chance.
Mute stood there watching everything that was going down. He was tired. He was quiet. He didn't have the energy to put up a fuss like the skinny guy was. He sat on the floor of his cell. Pressed up against the glass . He sat with one knee propped up and his arm dangling over the edge of it. His finger absentmindedly making little smudge circles on the glass. He was on the far side of the cell away from Sophia, though his cell was right next to hers. He looked over with casual interest as the little guy with the weird hair started speeding around his cell. So he was a speedster huh? That's new.
Mute had never seen one of those before. He had never experienced a woman who could turn into a dog before either. He watched her with more interest than the others. Looking over he pushed himself up off the floor and moved over to the other side of the cell. He walked up and pressed a hand against the glass that seperated his and Sophia's cell. He looked at Sophia's dog form on the floor. Then he looked over to Buster. Then back to Sophia. He never liked using his power on strange mutants. Not really. It always freaked them out when suddenly what made them special was ripped away from them abruptly. He thought about it and decided against it for the moment. He would let them keep their powers. Everything else had been taken from them, much like himself.
Before Mute could actually say anything he watched in silence as a thick yellow gas flooded the skinny guy's cell. The little speedster didn't take well to that. He began to run around the room. Bouncing off the walls like a pale green blur in a pinball machine. He came to a screeching halt and hit the glass hard when the gas finally knocked him out. He couldn't out run the gas. It filled up his cell until it was the only thing he could breath and with the enormous rate his lungs were taking in oxygen he dropped in 0.2 seconds. Once he was down a few moments and for sure out cold two men in hazmat suits came in and grabbed him by the ankles.
They drug him out the door in an almost comedic way. It would have been funny if it wasn't so fucking terrfying. Mute already knew where he was going. Down to the labs. Down for some tests. Weather those tests were painful or not really just depended on what their plans for you were. Mute's eyes were wide, frightened. He stepped away from the glass feeling altogether less chatty now. He slowly lowered himself onto his cot and stared at the floor. He offered a glance back over to dog girl. He assumed she was with the scrawny speedster. He just kept to himself watching the chaos and tradgey happen all around him.
Post by Sophia Cromer on May 19, 2018 15:25:21 GMT
You can't trust anyone.
Everyone is out to use you or kill you.
tag - @someone
words - 0010
notes - add your notes here! I hope you'll like this template.
Sophia typically ran from her any sort of emotion but her she was feeling sorry for herself in the form of a dog because she refused to let him see her eaten alive. She was gonna get the hell outta here at some point and then she was gonna shove her foot right up his scrawny little ass. Sophia could hear most anything outside the cells and inside the others. Sure she was a dog but being a mutant she heard everything clear as day.
Buster was over there talking marriage and she figured it was him just trying to suck up. There was no chance in hell she believed him because the only time he mention anything serious was when he was in trouble. Now his trouble done got her nabbed and stuck in a mason jar. Her golden amber eyes looked up when she felt someone was staring and clear as day it was the guy on the other side of her.
When she saw men in orange suits coming down the aisle. Her canine body stood up and became rigid. Her head lowered and the hair on her back stood up. Her pearl white canines were very visible as she snarled but they passed her cell and went to busters instead. Gas filled his chamber and then he was drug out unconscious. Lunging at the glass of her cell she was barking and snarling at the glass.
Her feet and claws and scratched and left some scuff barks. one of the men jumped back as she hit the glass with a thud. She could see the grin on the mans face as he fake lunged the glass. Viciously she snared and slobber hit the glass but it was no good. She moved to the other side of the cell and watched him disappear. 'Dammit I need to get outta here.' Sophia thought as she moved around the cell sniffing for anything that could help.
