Thomas- Tom was walking down the street when a door opened and three people came out, two girls and one guy. One girl was being carried by the guy. "Did something happen?", He asked.
If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever. George Orwell
Sophie: As Skyler caught her fall, she glanced up at him, first thinking how stupid this was and ashamed for not holding out longer, but when she met his eyes she saw a glimmer of something... She looked back at him and smiled.
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"Hell yeah," Sophie said, fully recuperated, brushing off her t-shirt, as she answered the guy's question. "Hey... you..." she began, suddenly recognising him from some place. "Sorry, dejavu." She shook her head, not really sure of herself anymore. And awkward silence took the place by storm.
"I"m Thomas." He said, randomly, shattering it. He put out his hand for Skyler, who took it and gave it a firm shake.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
Thomas- "I don't usually walk this way" He said. "I was delivering some carvings to a friend of my uncle. What happened? Do you need a place to stay? My uncle has plenty of room."
If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever. George Orwell
"Well as of... a few minutes ago, no we don't." Sophie replied, indicating the ruined apartment. "Your landlord's going to hunt you down and kill you in your sleep for that." She told Skyler with an almost sympathetic look on her face.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
Skyler grimmaced. "Oh, you do not know the half of it." He turned. "So, I guess we'll be going." Thomas hesitated, than said, "I think it would be better if you stay with me." They looked at him. "You see, I have powers, not normal, a freak, as some people call me." Then they both smiled. "Ah, we understand now. So, what's your power?" asked the ever-inquisitive Sophie. "Luck," he replied, than led them away from the wreckage. The two followed.
Some say the written word is dead, and only spoken can it be made alive. But, when you read, is the story dead? Are the characters just ink? No, it is something more. The written word is what worlds are made of. If you don't believe me, read a book.
Sophie was about to question the trustworthy-ness of this guy who had randomly shown up and claimed to be like them. She stopped herself before she did though, and asked instead.
"How do you know we're like you?" She asked. "Luck, to be honest." he replied, nonchalantly.
Luck, what an interesting gift to have. "So, does your luck ever run out?" She asked, half joking. She kicked a loose stone down the street.
"I'll be lucky if it doesn't." He replied with somewhat of a sardonic grin plastered on his face.
Sophie rolled her eyes.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
Skyler snuffed out a smile. He tried to keep a straight face. "So, what exactly can you rgift do?" Thomas grinned impishly. "Just about anything." Then his look darkened. "Anything, that is, if it's good for me. The gift cares for me first, and those that are in my intrest to keep near me. This gift even sees the future." Skyler laughed out loud, suprising Thomas. "What?" said a shoked Thomas. "Oh, nothing, just something about the way you said 'see the future.'" Thomas stared strangely at him. "I...Okay." Skyler glanced at Sophie. "Let's go."
Some say the written word is dead, and only spoken can it be made alive. But, when you read, is the story dead? Are the characters just ink? No, it is something more. The written word is what worlds are made of. If you don't believe me, read a book.
They continued walking and eventually came upon a very nice house. It was clean, suburban, and looked as shining and fresh as the bright neighbourhood it was in. The lawns were manicured and the streets and side walks looked new. Sophie took it in, her reaction surprised all of them. She frowned slightly and then said,
"I don't think this is a good idea." "Why not?" Thomas asked. "It's just that... it's so perfect. Nothing, sorry." She shook her head, but the kept looking at her. "Is this where your uncle really lives?" She asked, changing the subject.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
Skyler felt the same as Sophie. He could feel something, a presence. He suddenly doubled over, as if he had been punched in the gut. He stood, and straightined. A green mist came from his mouth, the same colour that his eyes now glowed. He spoke. "Do not enter!" he said in a disembodied voice like three people speaking at once. "Your enemies are here! Go down three roads, then turn left one road, and enter the house on the corner!" He then collapsed. Sophie ran over, and grabbed him. "Are you okay, hero boy?" He groaned. "Oh..." Sophie gave a relieved sigh. Skyler grinned back up. "This is awkward. According to stereotypes, you faint and I catch you." He stood up. "So, what did I say?"
Some say the written word is dead, and only spoken can it be made alive. But, when you read, is the story dead? Are the characters just ink? No, it is something more. The written word is what worlds are made of. If you don't believe me, read a book.
"That already happened... and since when did anybody base their life off stereotypes? Up you go, don't make me carry you." Sophie said laughing. "Oh, you said something like 'do not enter, your enemies are here, go down three roads and then turn down one on the left, and then enter a house on the corner.' I wish your prophecies weren't so vague..."
"So assuming we start here, we go past that road, that one, then that one and make a left on that one or the next one down? Which corner? The corners closest to the end of the street or the other end..." Thomas stood in thought.
"Skyler, who are our enemies?" Sophie asked, honestly.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
thomas-"This isn't my uncles' house anyway. I was going to go through to possibly lose anyone tailing us. Guess I was lucky you stopped me. By the way, my uncle Jake won't like it, but he won't throw you out. My uncle Andrew I can't predict
If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever. George Orwell
Thomas-"it could lead somewhere good, and it could lead somewhere bad. How about I flip a coin. Heads, we follow it, tails, we don't." He said. The coin spun in midair. Clink, clink, clink "Huh." The quarter had come to a stop on its side. Clink. It was heads. "I guess we're going there after all."
If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever. George Orwell
Name: Dorian Taylor Age:19 Gender: Male Power: He's a power thief. If he is capable of coming into contact with someone with powers, he is capable of obtaining those powers for himself.
As of now his powers include: Shapeshifting and the ability to mimic others abilities.
Weakness: He, like all people with powers, need to perfect their abilities. So, right when he first obtains a power, it usually is catastrophic the first time he uses it.
Personality: He is a sick and twisted man. His father was a shapeshifter. When his mother discovered this she left them immiedately. Dorian began to hate those with abilities. If it wasn't for his fathers' powers they would have been a happy family. Because of this he joined the (has anyone named these back ninja things yet? If not they should be called) the Legion-- a branch of the police department sent out and detain super human beings who are too dangerous to be free. However, along the way, Dorian discovers he himself has an ability. He could steal powers. When he discovered this, he went back to his father, and obtained the ability to become a shapeshifter. His father was so proud he taught him everything he knew about shapeshifting. Immiedately afterwards, Dorian had him detained.
His goal is to obtain every power he can, and rid everyone else who has them.
Apperance: He is a tall man, 6'4" with a pale complexion and menacing dark hair and eyes. He is a very sombre character.
Face:He has a very sharp face with a very strong chin. He has five o clock shadow, and dark green eyes, so dark, they look nearly black
Nationality: Irish
Fitness:He is very toned. So a sort of slender muscle build. If he was to be compared to superheroes, he has a spiderman build, not a hulk or superman. Not nessecarily jacked, but he has made it through the police academy so, he is well built.
Style: He holds the average detective look. Black trousers, white undershirt, long trench coat. However, his style changes with the forms he obtains. If he shape shifts into a seven year old girl, he'll probably be wearing a dress, not a trench coat.
Other: He is extremely clever. Foxlike. A brilliant detective. Also, as being part of the Legion, his evasiveness is superb. He is a shadow of men.
Up for love: If you can love him, of course he's up for love.
You seem as though you are in need of a villain. Dorian's your man.
(life) It's all just one film. I've just got to split it up into some pretty sweet chapters. -Robert Altman
They waited in the kitchen. They had heard them enter the house right on queue. His sources had been accurate. He held his men in place. They were all very antsy. Three super powers; it would be quite an accomplishment to bring them in. They stood silently, waiting for them to move further in. They couldn't escape this time. Two failed captures would be embarrassing. He listened intently-- they needed to be further in the house before they could make their move. Four sets of footsteps echoed in the hall. Three padded lightly on their feet, one a bit more heavily. Last he knew there was only three powers in the house. Did they meet up with someone knew? Who was this other girl? Then one of them stopped. He listened quietly to their voices. "Your enemies are here! Go down three roads, then turn left one road, and enter the house on the corner!"
Shit. They had seen them. Dorian hated powers. They made his job so much harder. He signaled to his men. "Three roads down. Take a left. Enter the house on the corner." Too bad they were so vague. For all he knew they could have a phsycic amongst them and they were communicating without speaking. Dorian let out a groan. How he died to be able to have telepathy. Soon though, Soon he would have it. He signaled to his men again, and they scurried out the back door leaving him alone in the house heading out to intercept the powers. As soon as he was free from all Legion eyes, he shape shifted, his eyes rolling into the back of his head from the pain. It was difficult to destroy ones molecular structure and put it back together. His father had taught him a lot though.
"Always disassemble your nerves first. That way it feels like just a little more than a bee sting. If you don't it'll feel more like you're being flattened by a steam roller."
Dorian heard his fathers voice echo in his head. He had been a good man, Dorian's father; too bad he had to be detained. Dorian knew the rules of the Legion. All powers had to be detained. Dorian was going to make sure of it.
He twisted and shrunk and tugged himself into a small black squirrell scurrying after his new targets. These three-- wait no, four-- new powers.
Four powers I'll someday make mine.
(life) It's all just one film. I've just got to split it up into some pretty sweet chapters. -Robert Altman
