A rat scurried about the wet floor of the sewers. Some of the soft moonlight trickled down through the sewer gratings. It hit the murky water in such a way that made it almost look.... Completely disgusting. Roxy made a face at the rat as she watched him scurry along the dark passage way. He didn't care about her or her problems. He was off on his way, disappearing further into what had become her escape. She lived in an abandoned apartment building with several other mutants, though she found the sewers a quiet place to think for awhile when she wanted to be herself. She followed the pathway further along. It was dark. Steam from the pipes gave off a little heat to brazen against the harsh New York night air.
The only sound in the sewers was the soft click of her boots on the wet floor. The occasional squeak rang out in the darkness and every so often something in the murky water gurgled sending bubbles to the surface. Whatever was making those gurgling bubbles Roxy was sure she didn't want to meet. She hurried her step along her own narrow passage way. She ducked under pipes and tried to not get any dripping water in her hair as she moved along the nasty place. Her fingers slid along the wall as she walked. Her fingers left a trail of mold behind. It ran along the wall and cracked and weaved and danced along behind her. As if it was happy to race her fingertips against the wet brick wall.
She stepped into a larger chamber. It was the central place where all the pipelines met. It was much larger to allow for maintenance if needed. The manhole cover above the center of the chamber had large holes on it. It easily allowed much more light into this chamber. The light of a lightbulb shined over head. The manhole cover led to an access tunnel in the basement of her apartment complex. This was her secret place. Her quiet place when she wanted to be alone. She stood beneath it's soft glow and danced quietly. and swayed in the soft light. She was happy. This was home, and though it wasn't perfect it was something. It was a place where she didn't have to worry about hurting anyone. It was a place where she could just be alone.
There was one other noise in the sewers that night. The quiet buzzing of music pushing through padded speakers of Roxy's headphones. They were the type with the band that wraps around your head. They were rather old, outdated, but then again everything she owned was old and unwanted. She mostly had things that were tossed out by others and she brought down into the sewers through a drainage pipe. Everything valuable she had was down here.
An old sofa she brought in through a spillway that led to a polluted lake. A coffee table and an old mattress she brought in the same way. She had her room in the apartment complex and she used that room much more often, but this place was like I said, her escape place. Reaching down Roxy pressed stop on her tape recorder and folded it neatly. She set it down on an old rickety table with a wobbly leg. She opened up a mini fridge that had no power running to it. There was a few cans of warm pop inside and a few pieces of fruit.
Grabbing a can of pop and an apple she cracked open the top of the can and took a few gulps. She brought the apple to her face to take a bite and saw that it was rotten. A sigh spread across her face like an infection. "Oh right." She groaned. Reaching in her pocket she put on her leather glove. Opening the fridge she got another apple. This one did not rot from her touch and she bit into it.
Roxy took a few more hungry bites until it was mostly core. Juice dribbled down her chin. Her black lipstick refusing to smear. She snapped her fingers and did a rising motion with her hand and a chair rose from the wet cobblestone. It was a throne. Fit for a queen. It was made out of black mold and it seemed to move and dance as if it were alive. Roxy plopped in her chair, one leg hanging over the armrest. With a deep sigh she looked up at the manhole cover and just listened to the quiet above her. She took a few more bites of her apple and finished her core and tossed it carelessly over her shoulder.
Behind her one rat scurried over to the core. Another ran across a pipe beside her on the wall and dropped down into her lap. He looked up at her with bouncing whiskers and a curious set of eyes. Roxy stared at him and sighed. The rats were her friends. She didn't bother to get close to any of the mutants living in the apartment because she knew she couldn't be around someone but for so long before her posion started infecting them. She was the leader of this particular tribe.
They respected her for her ideals and her beliefs, but they didn't know her on a more personal intimate level. Roxy stood up from her chair. The rat friend scurried away into the darkness and her mold throne melted into a black river of toxin and flooded into the murky waters; spilling out into the spillway. She looked at the ladder that led to the apartment's basement and started to climb back up.
She exited the sewer and replaced the manhole cover. It was quite late. Almost two in the morning. Surely everyone was asleep she she tried to remain quiet. She stuffed her walkman and headphones into her jacket pocket as she reached for her keys. Heading up the rotting stairs she listened to the creaks and groans whining under her weight as she produced a key and slid it into the lock at the end of the hall.
Post by Ashley Sullivan on May 31, 2018 22:34:08 GMT
Ashley chuckled to herself tossing the expensive watch in her palms, she didn’t need to use the extensive tricks of her ability to sneak a watch of a man’s watch when she preferred the low touch of a crop top to her slim figure. She hadn’t slept in nearly two days but she preferred the idea of fun thrills too the mundane touch of a long night’s rest. Still, she was used to little sleep and overindulgence, it left her with a happy taste of life that she longed for instead of the heavy touch of responsibility and absolute stability. It was one of the reasons she strayed from home and no one in her family blamed her for it, they all had a knack for rebellious impulsiveness, they prided themselves on the absolute perfection of illegal tricks. Her mother was recently under intense investigation for her dives in credit card fraud and her uncle was still somewhere off the coast of India trying to smuggle a priceless antique from it’s borders.
“Hey!”, she turned to see the tall man clad in a neat but ruffled suit pointing a crude finger in her direction with a clear pale mark lining his wrist where the watch donned his person. Ashley turned slightly to wave a sarcastic salute to the tall man rushing after her, spared him an almost teasing and flirtatious wink before sprinting into the alley. With the high wall blocking off her only escape she was forced to turn away and glance at the lanky man hunched over with his palms set over his knees.
“You took my watch!”, he accused loudly with a dirty sneer towards her. She slid the watch theatrically over her slim wrists and watched it roll over her pale skin to the thicker skin of her arm. Ashley’s pale hair whipped in her face at the touch of the wind grazing against her exposed skin as she stepped slightly to the right instead.
“Awfully perceptive of you. Too bad you didn’t see me slip your wallet out of your pocket, or were you a little too perverted to notice that extra effort”, her lips tilted into a pleasant grin as the anger boiled over his face. The street was growing quiet in this part of town with few people still rushing to get to their homes, most of them scums with less than noble intentions but few like a man donning an expensive looking wedding ring with his arms slung around a prostitute. She took a lucky guess that the money absent from his wallet were stuffed inside the purse of that terribly slutty woman he walked out of a filthy motel far from prying eyes.
“You bitch!”, she wasn’t too worried about witnesses when she pulled the magnetic threads of her ability and the rusted trashcans lining the long alley rattled to life. At first he looked shocked but when their lids reeled to the frightened man he closed his eyes fearfully to try and swat the almost hauntingly floating objects from his face. She set her flat palms to the ground before willing the magnetic fields only barely emanating from her body until she tossed her slim figure weightlessly over the high wall.
Ashley laughed softly at herself sauntering further into the decrepit part of town, when she felt the slow tug of fatigue ease through her mind she opted to slip into the first ramshackle door she could find. The building looked to be abandoned by the sight, her heels clicked lightly against the floor as she followed the long hallways. Ashley rounded a corner with her hands balanced on the bony prominences of her hips and a sway to her steps, she clasped a hand over her chest at surprise of another stranger dipping the dim halls of the empty, decrepit building.
“Holy shit!”, her voice was loud as she stepped back, she could understand the presence of a fat rat digging for food but she never expected to see another person in those lonely halls. “You scared the living shit outta me!”, Ashely balanced her back against the peeling wallpaper of the hallway and glanced up at the stranger with intrigue dancing in her light eyes.
Roxy stood there quietly in the hall. She pushed open the door to her room and it creaked open. The room was dark but she could see the damaged furniture and the smell of mold and wet rot seeped into the hallway. She was lost for a few moments. Zoned out in a daze of forgotten memories as she looked inside the dark room. The collar of the leather jacket she wore was popped up. She kept it that way to hide the veins in her neck.
When she used her abilities her eyes would turn souless and black. The veins in her body were black. Mold ran through her blood, though she didn't carry an unpleasant scent. She smelled nice actually. Like roses. Her natural scent smelled like wild roses. She was off in her thoughts when a voice spoke up beside her. She jumped nearly ten feet. She shouldn't have been surprised. A few other mutants lived her. Part of her pack.
She led a group of mutants who called this crumbling pile of shit home. It wasn't so bad actually. It had a homey feel that most New York apartments simply didn't. Roxy whirled around to the unfamiliar voice and black crept through the skin in her neck hands and face. Her eyes started to roll over with black tint and pure night. For a moment. When she saw the woman wasn't hostile she quickly relaxed. It was dark in the hallway and it was very unlikely she had seen the creeping black in her skin or the blackness of her eyes in the low light.
Just the same Roxy turned away and looked to the floor. "Sorry. You scared me too." She admitted grabbing her chest and leaning against the wall a little. Looking back up her face was normal again. "You lost?" She asked. Her voice was a little gravely and rough and it cracked with an upward inflection. She just had one of those rough voices that girls sometimes do. Roxy stayed her distance. She didn't believe the woman was hostile but she had heard stories of the menace in new york. A shadowy organization named gadem.
What was she doing? She straightened up a bit. "You need a place to crash?" Roxy prefered if this girl believed her to be human. She just didn't want the problems of trying to fend off any bigots tonight. Though the woman was attractive. Damned attractive at that. "Come on." She said simply and nodded her head towards her door. "I got an extra bed you can crash in." Her voice was honest and sweet and she stepped inside her apartment leaving the door wide open.
Post by Ashley Sullivan on Jun 2, 2018 0:25:42 GMT
“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone”, Ashley mulled over the word lost in her mind a few thousand times before she shook her head slightly. “Does being lost count if you prefer it”, a soft chuckle escaped her full lips as she stepped closer feeling no threat from the young girl in front of her. Hell, she feared the rat ducking into another room far more than she did the girl which she hoped was a mutual feeling. Ashley wasn’t the kind of person who came across as hostile, she was fierce when the time called for it but mostly she was a carefree rebel clutched in the throngs of impulse and irrational choices.
“Fuck yeah. I mean, please”, a soft blush crept onto Ashley’s cheeks at her sudden, almost giddy response. Her mother would be smacking the hell out of her for the blatant lack of manners at first. While her family found pride in their uniquely illegal hobbies they hated bad manners. Another reason she opted to skip family get togethers, she much rather preferred the dirty nooks and crannies of the world that offered as much reward as it did risks. Which was why she already broke her arm twice and ended up with half a dozen unexplained cuts and bruises.
“You’re a lifesaver”, stepping into the apartment after Roxy she slipped the expensive watch from her slender wrist and held it out to the girl. “I just took it for the fun of it, turns out I can now happily repay you for this”, while she wasn’t unaccustomed to the lavish luxury of expensive hotels on her mother’s credit card fraud she’d grown to love the authentic touch of something less extravagant since her mother was ratted out by that awfully perverted old man down the street from her childhood home.
“I’m Ashley by the way, a lot of people call me Ash or Sully like my old man. I prefer Ash”, her lips tilted into a genuine smile as she tiredly lowered herself onto a worn couch. Ashley wasn’t shy or an introvert, she didn’t mind making herself at home. Her only hope was that the girl who kindly offered her a spare bed didn’t end up kicking her out because of her almost nonchalant disregard for the almost routine behavior people normally expected.
"I'm Roxy. Roxy Rose." She said simply. She never noticed before now how much her name sounds like a strippers name. She didn't have the raw beauty of a stripper. She had what you would consider more cuteness than actual drop dead gorgeous features, like her new friend here. Roxy slipped off her jacket and tossed it on the couch. She was still wearing a pair of black leather gloves with her short sleeve shirt. It stood out. It was very noticeable. Roxy smiled as the girl made herself at home. She didn't mind. Not one damned bit.
Moving over to her refrigerator she opened it up and the light came on inside. She grabbed a couple of ice cold beers. She paused to realize that a broken down place like this shouldn't have running electricity. She was going to think of a lie on the spot. Something about hacking the cities power grid, or maybe that she bangs a guy at the electric company. No, those were just fucking stupid. She went wit the truth. She got a pulling feeling in the pit of her stomach that she could trust this girl. She didn't know why, but she did. Maybe it was the fact that it was near two in the morning and she was sulking around apparently abandoned buildings.
Something about her spoke to her. Roxy held the beers in her hand while her face decided what version of the truth to give her. And then she shrugged. "Cole." She said simply. "Lives upstairs, he's a mutant with some pretty interesting electrical abilities." Holding out the beer the light of the moon shined in through the broken blinds and lit her face to be pale and honest. Her long shoulder length hair rained down her back ans she stood there no less strange than this girl. She was wearing a black shirt and a pair of black leather gloves. Some dirty, filthy ripped up jeans that smelled like they had been in a sewer, and they had! And she was standing in an abandoned apartment building claiming to get electricity on the cheap because of her mutant neighbor.
She supposed to an outsider it might be hard to believe or take in. Roxy sat down in the chair and unscrewed her beer. She didn't wait for a response. She stared at the coffee table a minute before her eyes met with Ashly's again. "We're kind of a close nit family around here." She admitted. Taking another sip of her beer she set it down. Pulling off her gloves she placed them on the table. Roxy swirled her hand around and black move bled into the woven fabrics of the carpet. It slithered and crawled and danced its way up higher and higher until it was as tall as a man.
The veins on Roxy's neck and hands and arms turned black with her ability and her eyes looked like that of a shark's. She focused on her creation as she drew life into it's body as it moved and shifted, breaking apart in the center to form arms. And two legs. She made a man. He had no eyes only two holes where his sockets should be. He had no tongue only blackness inside his mouth as his mouth opened to speak.
She gave him life, but not free will. She couldn't give him free will anymore than she could fly. She nodded in silence and the man picked up her beer from the table and handed it to her. She blinked and the man fell apart. He deconstructed first breaking at the legs and crashing to his knees before collasping into a puddle of moldy liquid that was gone as if it never existed in a matter of seconds.
"We're all mutants here. You can handle that you can stay. If you can't then you're welcome to finish your beer and hit the bricks. Let's just get one thing clear. These people are my family. No one fucks with my family." She said leaning in a little closer. Her friednly demenor shifting to friendly warning in the blink of an eye. But it had to be that way. More than once humans have tried to hurt them, hurt her! She was numb to it, but she wasn't stupid. This was her tribe and she had to protect it. Even a gorgeous set of legs and some pretty eyes weren't going to distract her from that.
Post by Ashley Sullivan on Jun 4, 2018 20:08:18 GMT
Ashley propped her feet onto the moldy frame of the coffee table feeling the ache in her back relent at the comfortable touch of the couch against her back. Her brow lifted at the light flooding out of the fridge, while she supposed she should’ve been more concerned how the decrepit building bathed in the touch of electricity she didn’t want to pester her host. Besides, it wasn’t any of her concern to judge the cute stranger who dared to invite her inside the apartment in the first place. She wasn’t bothered by the confession of mutant inputs to keep the building afloat for it’s residents, in fact, she admired their efforts.
“Bet it saves you a lot on the bills”, she laughed softly at her poor attempt at a joke before reaching out to grab the beer. The cold touch of the bitter fluid left her grinning happily with a soft sigh easing through her full lips. There was an odd smell invading her senses, while it wasn’t the worst smell she’d ever encountered there was a resemblance to something she couldn’t put her finger on but she supposed that’s what she got for diving into the confines of abandoned buildings at two in the morning.
“I take it the rest of the family’s sleeping”, Ashley muttered more to herself than anyone else wondering who else appreciated the alluring solidarity of uniquely charming building. She was slightly curious how her fingers would look in the gloves as Roxy set them on the table but she opted to focus on the black strings slowly oozing through Roxy’s hand. Ashley found herself grinning in pure admiration as the creation bubbled to life in front of her eyes.
Ashely tilted a silent toast to the black figure before watching him dissipate in front of her eyes, she welcomed another big gulp of the beer with a happy grin. She leaned back with her gaze focused solely on Roxy, a charm laced in her eyes and a uniquely lively touch to the smile set over her lips. The threat laced in Roxy’s words was almost tantalizingly charming, Ashley leaned forward before setting the bottle onto the table and grinning with glint of mischief in her gaze.
“Good thing I’m a mutant then”, she held an open palm feeling the gentle tug of a faded magnet donning the fridge door. It wiggled slightly and sped alarmingly fast into her palm before she held it out to Roxy. “I could put up more of a show but I think that’s proof enough. Besides, I’m about as dangerous to your family as that furry little rat, even if he looked a little suspicious”, she smiled kindly with a charming chuckle.
“I just need a few hours’ shut eye and then I’ll be out of your hair. Promise”, her nail dug a small cross over her chest as she solidified her words in a gentle gesture. Ashley appreciated the raw honesty in Roxy’s confession and threat, both made her feel more at ease than a thousand hours in a fake façade of pretense.
Roxy watched with vested interest as she demonstrated her abilities. She thought quietly about what she saw but said nothing at first. "Well, okay then. Welcome to shae' Roxy. Minibar is in the back room. The plasma screen TVs are across the hall and the all you can eat chinese food buffet is in the lobby." Obvious sarcasm. She smirked. It was good to know she didn't have to sleep with one eye open. "Hey, stay as long as you fuckin like. You got no place to be? That makes you Lost. Just like us. You're welcome to stay. We're a rowdy bunch of assholes, usually. This time of night though everyone is dead as a fucking doornail. Me? I'm a bit of a night owl. Get some sleep. We'll talk more in the morning."
Roxy said standing up and tossing the girl a flirty wink. With that she disappeared into the next room. The night was quiet the rest of the night. There was no bumps in the night. No humans invading in the middle of the night to drag them off to a god forsaken cell somewhere. Just peace and quiet and the all too familiar sounds of police sirens crying off in the distance. It was a rough neighborhood, but it was home.
Roxy moved into the next bedroom where she perched herself up on the big window sill. She sat there with one leg folded and the other resting on the floor. She leaned against the window and just stared out at the decay of the city. She stared out the window until her eyes finally closed and she slept there. She was keeping watch for humans. It was her night for guard duty. It was a simple rotation schedual and tonight was her night.
The next morning.....
Ashly awoke to Roxy standing over her. She was leaning directly over her and smiling straight down at her. "Rise and fucking shine rockstar! We got a busy day ahead of us. Was hoping you'd tag along. We could use another pair of goregous, goregous hands." Roxy was all charm this morning. She grapsed Ashly's hand a moment and allowed Ashly's fingers to slip through her fingers. Roxy was wearing her gloves again. She was sporting a white leather jacket with red satin lining. The back had three claw marks in it. The leather was ripped to shreds but it was designed that way. Beneath the claw markes the inside was lined with leopard print and words spay painted just beneath that read, STAY BRUTAL.
Roxy spun on her heels and waltz into the delapadated kitchen. Reaching into a fruit bowl she grabbed a soft peach. She wiped it clean on her shirt and tossed to to Ashly. "Come on rockstar. Time to earn our bread." She had no idea if this girl was up for joining them on their crazy ass mission but this was how they stayed alive. This was how they kept food in the fridge and they kept themselves fat and happy. Another mutant came into the room. He had a bit of a mohawk thing going and baby faced features. His name was Cole. He looked around and saw Roxy.
"Roxy. 20 minutes, we really should get rollin." Roxy nodded. Her boots thuded against the creaky hardwood as she made her way back into the living room with Ashly. "I'm not going to lie. We're hitting a mutant transport truck. It's risky shit, but we're getting paid to do this job most importantly. "Who's paying us again?" Cole asked as he leaned against the door frame. "How the hell should I know? Some British guy in a trench coat? What does it matter? Money's money." Roxy looked back at Ashly. "So, what's it gonna be rockstar? You in to make some cash? Definatly could get you a few more of these." She said holding up her wrist showing Ashly the fancy watch she gave her.
Post by Ashley Sullivan on Jun 7, 2018 18:01:46 GMT
Ashley smiled at the sarcasm rolling off Roxy’s tongue, always a trait to admire. She looked over her shoulder at the unique beauty of the place as Roxy spoke, she never really thought about where she fit into the world but the word lost felt comfortably welcome in her mind. Her lips tilted into a playful grin, she couldn’t deal with anything remotely mundane and boring, the idea of living with a bunch of people as rowdy as she was, now that was a thought she’d happily drink to. The last of the beer made her cold fingers feel slightly warmer and her mind happily buzzing at the idea of her new accommodations.
Ashley didn’t bother getting up, instead she welcomed Roxy’s flirtatious wink with an almost playful grin before ushering her back into the soft comfort of the couch. She rested her arms over her chest with a happy nonchalance, played with the magnet for a while and drifted off into a happy sleep. Ashely woke up with a start at the loud voice ripping her out of a strange dream where absolutely nothing made sense, the magnet that rested on her chest flew into the ceiling with more force than she meant to. Ashley spared Roxy an apologetic glance at the small hole in her already decrepit ceiling, she wasn’t used to being yelled out so early in the morning.
“Depends on what you need these hands for”, she spared the girl a flirtatious wink before sitting up, “I’m good at a lot of things”. She enjoyed the warmth of her fingers laced through Roxy’s, partly because she was prone to be cold most of the time just like her mother. Ashley looked to her right where a black shirt hung lazily over a small table, she shrugged her shoulders peeking at the top she wore and lifted the light material over her head with a carefree tug before slipping Roxy’s shirt over her figure.
“Works for me”, Ashley gently bit into the peach and welcomed the sweet taste of juice running down her chin, she wiped her skin with the back of her hand before looking up to see a cute stranger stepping into the room. She listened to the conversation with more interest than she could express, her lips tilted into an almost cocky grin as she thought about the thrill of doing something illegal. “Count me in”, she laughed with a charming grin as she looked to the open door with a newfound anticipation.
“Fucking stuff up, another thing I’m good at”, she set her palms on her hips with a happy grin knowing a hell of a lot of parts making up just about any car was susceptible to her close relationship with the magnetic touch making her a tad bit more special than the normal human breed. “So, we’re leaving right cause if we’re gonna stand here all day I’m gonna get bored”, she tapped her finger to a silent rhythm against her thigh as she watched the two mutants with utter interest.
"Okay! They're all loaded up!" A man called out as he slammed his hand on the side of the truck. Two other GADEM employees closed the door to the ack of the long transport truck. It was as long as two eighteen wheelrs and it was armored like a god damned tank! McKenzie sat inside a glass cell. The inner workings of her cell was coated with a special, specifically designed spray on fly paper. In case she got any bouncy ideas along the ride. She could see the 5 other prisoners around the back of the truck.
Bright illuminescent lights light the long narrow walkway down the center. There were two cells on her side with people in them. Her and a 7 year old girl who looked frightened. Across from her was a man and two other female mutant prisoners. No one looked particularly optimistic, but the little girl looked the most terrified. She started to cry hunched in a ball with her knees pulled into her tiny chest. McKenzie frowned. "Hey Kid. It'll be okay alright? You want to make it you gotta stay tough."
The girl looked at McKenzie. She said nothing only began to stare at the floor and rock back and forth. At least she wasn't crying. McKenzie had never seen the kid before and she wondered what she could do that made her soooo dangerous grown men had to lock her up like a fucking animal. "We're headed upstate. The New York facility I hear." The man said. "Heard from who? Nobody's told you shit stupid." One of the more sassy female inmates replied. They were almost done with their trip. They had been driving for hours. They only recently stopped to add the little girl's cell to the convoy.
There were a few more cells lining the narrow walkway but they were empty for the moment. McKenzie said nothing. She jus shifted back and stuck her back to the wall and allowed herself to try and get some shut eye. The cell wall stuck to her medical scrubs she was wearing. It held her upright while she closed her eyes and lowered her head. "Hey! Aren't you even curious what the hell's happening?" The man asked McKenzie. There was a little anger in his voice.
Like he was perplexed why someone was so caviler about their own impending fate. McKenzie had seen too much shit to be worried now. She had been imprisoned for 7 years with no end in sight. She knew she was very likely going to die in a GADEM facility she she didn't sweat the small stuff. "Nope!" She replied without opening her eyes. The ride was bumpy on the freeway as they passed into New York City. 20 minutes out from Roxy and The Lost.
Cole stood in the doorway eyeing the pretty new face sitting on Roxy's couch. Her smirked in her direction when he noticed her take off her shirt in front of him without a care in the world. He liked this girl. She didn't give a fuck. He didn't give a fuck either. She would get along great here. Looking back at Roxy Cole nodded. He grabbed a pair of keys off the wallhook. They belonged to a 93 Honda. It was the only car at the place and most of the time you had to push it.
For a group of thieves they didn't really go out of their way to have flashy expensive shit. They lived in a dump and drove dumpy cars, but that didn't matter. They ate well. They had all the booze and party favors they could ask for. Cole had a $50,000 painting form Monshair Du'Frain in his living room. It hung slightly crocked over a couch with springs poking out of it and a coffee table with a wobbly leg. It went nice with the sprey painted grafitti and pentagrams he drew on the floor. "I'm driving." Cole smiled in Ashly's direciton. "Hey, do me a favor and say shotgun." Roxy slapped him in the back of the head.
"Hey needledick. Flirt on your own time? We got a job remember?" "Yeah, yeah you're right Roxy. Here you know the way you drive." He said changing his mind. Cole's ability was more useful if he had access to both of his hands. "Okay ramblers. Let's get rambling." Roxy said sliding her hand into Ahsly's hand and lacing her fingers through hers. Cole could flirt all he wanted. She had already claimed this one. Roxy cast Ashly a flirty smile as they headed downstairs and out to the car. "Take 93 we're going to hit them on the bridge." Cole stopped. Looking at Roxy his jaw dropped.
"We're doing this on the McIntyre bridge? That thing's like 8 miles long and full of fucking traffic!" Roxy smirked. "They won't be expecting us then will they?" She said slipping into the backseat with Ashly. Cole shrugged and realized that was a good point. "Well okay then! Let's get rambling!" He shouted. Banging a little drum beat on the roof of the car he slipped into the driver's seat and cranked her the fuck up. They sped out of lot and towards 93. It wasn't long before they were on the bridge, driving the wrong way into oncoming traffic. There was a massive truck ahead. Cole swerved and parked the car sideways on the bridge with a growing smile. Shit was about to hit the fan. Quick fast and in a hurry.
Post by Ashley Sullivan on Jun 9, 2018 21:17:01 GMT
Ashley found herself laughing at his suggestion, even more so at Roxy’s almost comical slap to the back of his head. She wouldn’t deny he was a handsome man but there was something almost charming about Roxy that held her interest more than all the shiny shit in the world. Ahsley found herself happily stepping up beside the two with a quick wink to the auburn haired woman who had the balls to let a stranger sleep in her place, “So you’re driving, huh? Guess I’m calling shotgun after all”, she didn’t bother lagging behind and curiously kept pace with the two of them.
Ashley opened up the window and happily introduced the bare flesh of her arm to the wind rushing by, she looked at Cole’s exclamation and found herself grinning in anticipation. Ashley passed on shotgun, if only to stretch her long legs out over the backseat in pure comfort but still she didn’t mind the view. “Who doesn’t like fucking shit up this early in the morning”, she rolled her fingers over the raging winds passing by on the other side of the window as her hair whipped around her face in an almost surreal fashion.
She found herself waving at the young girl glancing out of the back window of a minivan, the blue eyed girl in pig tails looked curiously at Ashley with both hands planted on the window. She grinned happily at the sight of the massive truck, she planted one hand onto the seat beneath her and the other holding onto Roxy’s thigh in anticipation of the quick and rough swerve to the right.
She passed her light blue gaze over both Cole and Roxy with an almost cocky smirk, “May I?”. Ashley swung her legs out of the car with a glint of mischief dancing in her gaze, she stood squarely in the oncoming truck’s way, saluted the men inside with a sway in her hips and shoved both palms towards the massive vehicle.
Ashley felt the magnetic touch of her abilities trap the truck, the massive vehicle halted but the momentum forcing it forward forced the rear end up until it stood almost vertical. Ahsley couldn’t help but smirk as she set it down, a little too rough but intact for the most part.
“Told you these hands were good for a lot of things”, she shot the comment over her shoulder with a coy smile and a quick wink.
The car pulled over to the side and Roxy got out. She walked around the car shoving her hands in her jacket pockets while she watched.. Rolling her eyes at some stupid face Cole was making she watched the new girl desmonstrate what she could really do. This wasn't a fridge magnet and some iffy drywall. This was a mutant transporter packing a metric assfuck ton of steel. "Show us what'chu got superstar!" Roxy said with a cheerful, playful tint to her voice. She watched quietly waiting to be impressed.
The girl had the looks. Now it was time to see if she had the skill. Roxy about dropped the gum out of her mouth as she watched the truck nearly flip over. "Holy fucking shitballs! WE NEED THEM ALIVE!" Roxy said. Her eyes were wide wit shock and she was pulling at strands of her hair in a nervous mannor. She watched as Ashly gently set the back of the truck back down on the ground and she breathed a sigh of relief. "Fuck you weren't kidding."
Roxy couldn't help but laugh as she thought about what Ashly could do with her piercing that she had just below the zipper of her jeans in a very sensitive spot. It was enough at least to distract her from Cole joining the fun. "My turn!" He said turning into a few jumble of static electricity. He arched across the sky as loud buzzing popping noises rang out through the air. He jumped into the light poles that lit the bridge at night. Every 10 to 15 feet or so another light pole. Roxy shook her head and cracked her knuckles. She watched Cole jump from one pole to the next. Arching across the gap as a bolt of red lightning.
In his electric form Cole was red. He looked the way lightning did when it streaked across the nighht sky only blood red and angry looking. "Show offs." Roxy said. A few more vehicles sweared around the truck. Some skittered off to the side of the road. Some were escort vehichles for the GADEM truck and men got out and started to draw weapons. "Stand back a little sweetheart." Roxy said. She stood in front of Ashly wanting to give herself enough room.
She crouched slightly and raised her arms slowly. On either side of her black mold seemed to come out of nowhere. It was there. Microscopic and hard to see, but it existed there in the cracks in the road from years of wear and tear on the bridge and rainwater seeping into the dusty moldy cracks. Roxy's eyes turned jet black and the veins just beneath her skin danced and raced across her neck and face. Black mold bled from here eyes and creatures rose just beside her.
Slimey mold wet and lively moved up beside her. It started as a black blob of nothing and slowly took shape. Four legs. A tail, Long slender bodies and great big pointy ears. They were dogs. Dobberman pinshers to be exact. Made of black mold and growling like animals. Roxy didn't take her eyes off the men across the way. Above them Cole continued to jump from pole to pole making his way closer. Roxy's black eyes remained on the men.
"Ashly dear, do you think you could open the back doors of the truck. We have some friends that would like to stretch their legs." She didn't bother to turn to Ashly she just stared ahead. Some of the men started to shoot at the dancing red lightening when they noticed it getting closer. Wouldn't do them a damn bit of good in that form. "Fetch my babies!" Roxy cried and the dogs took off running. Every galloping step they left puddles of filth behind as they raced their heads bobbed and vicious growls of hungry anticipation ripped from their blackened throats.
Inside the transport truck things were quiet. McKenzie was almost asleep when the whole truck nearly flipped the fuck over. Her eyes shot open and she looked around for information about what was happening. The other mutants she was hitching a ride with didn't know much more about what was going on than she did. She looked to the little girl after the truck landed again, slightly rough. "It's okay sweetie. We're fine." McKenzie looked at the grown up mutants and her expression said she wasn't so sure.
She could hear gunfire outside. "Who THE FUCK IS SHOOTING?!?!?" McKenzie cried. She wasn't used to this much thrill and danger. She wasn't used to much of anything. She couldn't remember the last time she tasted free air and the most exciting thing to happen to her at the GADEM facility was she got to do a little bit of blood work. McKenzie wasn't exactly mistreated at the facility. Her father was a bastard, but he wasn't a fucking bastard. She was tested sure, but only what was needed. McKenzie didn't get the beatings or the torture or the mistreatment that so many other mutants got at those facilities.
She had priority status. She was important. Her father didn't love her, but at least he didn't despise her to the point where she was just a starfish in a lab to be poked prodded and disected. McKenzie screamed when a mutant wearing a green jacket jumped inside the narrow walkway. She couldn't figure out where he came from. He bled through the ceiling. Cole jumped from pole to pole until he was above the truck. He turned back to his phsyical form and landed on the roof.
From there he pressed his hand against the roof and sent his current through the lights on the inside. That massive truck with it's massive generators to keep the power dampening cells active gave off alot of power. It wasn't hard for his current to ride it's way through the truck and into the light fixtures where the mutants were kept. He jumped out of the lights as a tiny bit of electrical current and changed back to his body before anyone realized what was happening.
To them it seemed like he was flying through the roof. "No fucking way!" McKenzie said. "You the rescue squad?" One of the other mutants asked. "I'm the rescue squad!" Cole confirmed. "Which one of you is Wreckshop?" McKenzie stared dumbfounded. Who could possibly be here for her? She wondered. Outside Ashly and Roxy were taking care of the gaurds and securing the escape.
Post by Ashley Sullivan on Jun 11, 2018 11:32:04 GMT
“What’s a bruise or two? They’ll live”, Ashley glanced at Roxy with a quick, playful wink coated in pure confidence. She was no stranger to the power of her capabilities and while some aspects remained far from her control she had mastered manipulation of magnetism after tireless efforts to be independent and powerful enough to protect herself. Her brow lifted curiously at the laughter echoing off Roxy’s voice, “Going to share the joke or do I have to keep guessing?”, Ashley was genuinely curious and perhaps a little eager to spend more time digging through the mystery of the girl who offered her more intrigue than she’d known her whole life.
She laughed softly at the sight of Cole’s red tinted demonstration of his mutation. It was something she hadn’t come across yet, but then again she only knew a handful of mutants and they weren’t nearly as interesting as these people. She supposed some people might have showed a tinge of nervousness in sight of more cars swerving into view around the halted van but she found herself giddy in excitement instead. Her fingers lifted to the air in a playful wave at the men as they pulled their guns from the holsters on their person. Ashley didn’t hesitate to follow Roxy’s suggestion and stepped back with a gentle sway of her hips.
Her lips pursed together in admiration of the mold slowly coming to life seemingly out of nowhere, “now that’s impressive”. She found herself truly in awe of Roxy’s abilities, besides she was a big fan of dogs and having someone conjure up to canines in favor of their small assault was breathtaking. “You don’t have to ask me twice”, Ashley rubbed her fingers together for a slow second before lifting one palm towards the stagnant van.
To a lesser degree she was capable of sensing the magnetic fields from human beings and mutants alike, it was a skill she hadn’t honed entirely but she could feel the close proximity of two agents near the back of the van. She held of a for a moment before forcing the doors open with more force than needed, they tore from their hinges and drove the agents halfway across the bridge before skidding to a definite halt.
Ashley sauntered next to Roxy with a mischievous grin atop her lips, she held out a palm to one of the dark tinted doors of the cars the agents drove and tore it off the supports of the car with a happy chuckle. She winked at the bulky man trying to sneak up to their right before forcing him over the border of the bridge with a quick flick of her wrist.
With her palm slowly inching back to her side she allowed the prowess of her ability to rip through the belt buckle resting over Roxy’s hips. “I’d say oops but I’m a terrible liar”, she grinned shamelessly with a teasing touch to her icy gaze, Ashley wasn’t ever shy about what she liked and what she wanted and Roxy was absolutely stunning, in all aspects. Besides, Ashley never showed her gratitude for a place to stay and she was more than welcome to explore every method of showing thanks.
Roxy watched with a delighted smirk as he doggies raced towards dinner. They growled and howled and eagerly sank moldy teeth into tender flesh. She raised her arms a little and her fingers danced on the air as if she were playing a haunting tune on the piano. Manipulating unseen particles of wet mold growing on the lower pillars of the bridge and around the sides from where water splashed against the supports. She felt it's presence.
She felt it's gripping slippery tug against her quiet soul and the surge of her power pushing through her capable fingers. The black presence moved it's way up the posts. It crawled over the side railing of the bridge and black vines of wet sickly nasty wrapped around the ankles of one of the agents firing at Cole and she playfully tossed him over the edge. His scream carried for a moment and got farther and farther away until a splash was heard somewhere down below.
There was gunfire and madness as he dogs ripped at the legs of the men. Bullet flew at the dogs. They felt nothing. The bullets simply ripped through the rippling black oozing mold. Each bullet a splash on a black pond. Digging into the street below the dog's form. The bullets went right through them. It looked like rain splashing on a lake as a ripple effect pushed through the moldy black puss they were created from.
Roxy had one of the dogs stand on it's hind legs shift into the form of a bear. It's roar was terrifying as it clawed the face of one of the agents. He fell down dead with deep claw marks cutting through his flesh. Mold resided in the wounds. The mold on the dead agents' face was alive with movement. It crawled across his face and dripped down until it was just a black puddle moving across the road. Eager to reunite with it's family as Roxy controlled every ounce of it. The bear pushed against the car one of the agents was hiding in as Roxy smiled.
She was so focused on getting the agent out of the car she didn't realize there was one sneaking up on them. Roxy whipped around at the sound of a scream and smiled at Ashley playfully. "You're beginning to turn me on." She said boldly. Roxy never thought in a million years she would find a mutant who was so fucking gorgeous and sly. Ashley oozed coolness. Every ounce of her radiated with a cunning slickness that just breathed confidence and reason. Roxy was more than a little titillated. Then her belt buckle snapped open and Roxy just stared at Ashley. A gasp escaped her lips and she almost wanted to roll her eyes at how surprised she sound.
Son of a bitch! She was always the one pulling these stunts. The ballsy flirty confident playboy shit. She had never been on the receiving end. Roxy didn't consider herself the most beautiful, though she was confident in herself as a woman she always had to go get what she wanted. It wasn't often she was the one pursued so aggressively. Roxy's mouth hung open in surprise and a little laugh followed the gasp. "Oh, you are going to get me into so much trouble." She said biting her lower lip and eyeing the girl up. She admired the tone shape of her legs and the way they road all the way up to that perfect, adorable little round ass. She could go on but they were in the middle of a fight.
Inside the truck Cole was charging up his fists with electricity and punching the electronic locks they held the mutants at bay. The doors popped open one at a time. But first he saved Wreckshop. Then the little girl. Then the other two. "You got a fucking plan buddy? Or are we all running out there to our slaughter?" The man asked rudely. "Oh, I got a plan." Cole said taking Wreckshop's hand and turning into a beam of red lightning. The rest were on their own. Cole arched across the sky with brilliant light as he danced and moved his way back over to where Roxy and Ashley were. There were more cars littering the bridge now.
They swerved and crashed all over the place. In front of the crashed truck. Behind it. It was utter chaos. Wreckshop lived in the form of electrical energy. Like cold she was made of pulses and twinges of light as he bounce from one car's electronic computer to the next. Finally they reappeared as a beam of lightening shooting down from a street lamp above Roxy and Ashley. "What'd we miss? Got the girl." Cole said slightly out of breathe. Roxy turned her attention. Her creations bleeding into the street. Nothing more than black puddles looking like oil spills. Wreckshop turned to face her rescuers. "Who the fuck are you guys?!?" She asked.
It sounded a little ungrateful, but it was mostly confused. "We're the fucking cavilery girl." Roxy said slightly annoyed that the mission was coming between her and her flirty fun. Cop cars swarmed the bridge. "I vote we get going." Cole said. The other mutants, the man the woman and the child were gone. Vanished. The moment they got out of those cells the man wrapped his arms around them and poofed into a cloud of smoke. Some trans dimensional shift jumper who could move through plains of existence. Cole didn't have time to dwell on it. Wreckshop was the priority.
Seven cop cars and a SWAT van pulled up. "This is the police. Desist with your criminal terrorism and get down on the ground!" The commander said. Roxy's eyes bled dark black as she decided once and for all to finish this. Behind her the young girl they saved was shaking herself loose. She had been cramped for so long. A sly smile spread across her face as she jumped up in the air tucking herself into a ball as she backflipped.
She bounced off the street as her knees tucked into her chest tightly. Her elastic body compacting and compressing into a tightly wound cork. She bounced high in the air and as she came down she tilted herself back so she could bounce backwards. She bounced past Roxy and Ashley and Cole and hit their car. It hit with enough force to push the car back an inch. Though Wreckshop herself only weighed a measly 25 pounds. Bouncing off Cole's car she flew forward like a fucking bullet. She rotated and spun like a green and blonde ball of death.
She wore pale green hospital scrubs and had short curly blond hair. The only thing you could see was the spinning of those two colors in a beautiful blurry ballet of chaos. She hit the first cop car so hard she pushed it over the bridge. The second and third she burst through the windows. Each bounce she hit harder and more violently. She slammed into a cop's body and he went flying comically far over the side of the bridge. He flew out a good 25 feet over the edge into the deepest coldest part of the ocean. Wreckshop kept bouncing and bouncing.
Every bounce made her faster and more deadly until she was moving so fast you couldn't keep up with her anymore. Your eyes could literally not keep pace. There was showers of broken glass and police sirens going off. Roxy's mouth hung open in dumbfounded shot. She wasn't even sure what she was watching. When the last cop flew over the side into the water, the spinning ball stopped moving. Wreckshop uncurled herself mid spin and landed on her feet in one fluid motion. She was already even facing the direction of Cole's car as she walked confidently towards her saviors. "Get me the fuck out of here. I need to get out of these scrubs." She said running a flirty finger under Cole's chin as she walked past him and climbed into the passenger's seat. Roxy looked at Cole and he simply shrugged. "Okay then." She said laughing a little. The world was fucking crazy wasn't it?
