The New Genesis ( RP thread)

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    [align=center][font=arial]Pieces of the mirror sunk into Anna's skin, but she wasn't conscious so she didn't react. All she did was raise a shield of light to protect herself with. As soon as the clone appeared she slowly walked toward it, her sword in an attacking position. "Resist...resist...why?" she echoed back the words emptily. With a quick move she sprang forward and swung at the clones neck.

    Aaron: As Anna breaks the clone it shatters and begins orbiting above Anna. I crawl out of one of the shards that were embedded into Anna. I quickly put the glass dagger I made to her throat. " Surrender, before you get hurt." I say the glass shards orbiting return to my back.

    Ooc: She's just gonna have a little adventure until running into a character...



    Clarissa steps up with her good leg, supporting herself against the wall. Slowly, she makes her way to the sidewalk and pushes on as if nothing ever happened. People stared, whispered. She just stared back and pretended to whisper. Stupid people and their stupid gossip. With a movement with her hand, she made sure her gun was showing for all the see. The whispering and stares stopped. However, this lack of attention caught a certain 'man in blue's' eye. The officer steps into Clarissa's path and the young woman just gave a sweet smile. "Yes, officer?" she asks in a voice as sweet as her smile. All of a sudden recognition appears on the officers face, for Clarissa might have, well, broken into the police station and stole some information.


    It wasn't long until she was half limping half running down the street with this thick headed police officer chasing after her yelling stop. As if she would listen to that.

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    Damion follows behind the cop that was yelling stop. He saw she was limping and had a t-shirt around her leg. He figured that if the cop kept following and attempted force he would intervene. Otherwise he would just make sure she got away and got medical attention. I should just use my darkness manipulation to kill this man and help the girl. No. That would draw attention. Damion thought to himself. Damion would use his powers at the very least, and only if absolutely needed. He would kill the man with the two large knives he brought with him. He became sidetracked and walked past the cop. Damion's wings rustled behind him, causing a slight disturbance on his back, alerting the cop to Damion's presence as an angel.


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    Clarissa hears a ruckus behind her and furrows her eyebrows. Too focused on running to turn her head, she simply takes the time to reach for one of her guns on her waist. "Just get to the lamp post..." She mutters under her breath. Gaining momentum, she hurls herself towards it with the force helping her up some of the way. Soon enough, she was near the top and out of reach to the average person.


    Clarissa finally managed to look up, spotting Damion and a confused expression forms on his face, replaced with one that was a mix between confusion and relief. Meanwhile, the cop who had been chasing the injured young woman down the street whirled his head around to see the angel. "Your under arrest!" He says, finally getting out the gun he had been told to hold since day 1.

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    I gazed around, and I suddenly grew impatient of my current conditions. I just couldn't stand here, while everyone around me trembled in fear; this just wasn't like me. I was a fighter, not a hider. And if I got killed in the process of fighting, so be it. I would rather be free to fly than to be held captive in a prison for being who I was. "I will not stand here, and watch my species get hurt. I will show the angels, they can do the same thing," I hissed, and I leapt out of the line, stretching my wings out. I lunged at the nearest guard, knocking him to the ground and knocking his gun away. Shouts came from the other guards, but I didn't care. I continually punched the guard underneath me, tears pouring out of my eyes. "I will always fight," I screeched, until the guards pulled me off the guard underneath me. They shoved me up against the wall, shooting me right in the chest. Pain flushed through my body, but I didn't care. It was for the greater good of the angels.    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: double 2px black; text-align: justified; font: 12px georgia; color: black; overflow: auto; width: 125px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -20px;]frankie dalton
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    ooc;; ayeoo since it seems that my character doesn't have a place somewhere in this story, I can just kill her off


    ic;; I gazed around, and I suddenly grew impatient of my current conditions. I just couldn't stand here, while everyone around me trembled in fear; this just wasn't like me. I was a fighter, not a hider. And if I got killed in the process of fighting, so be it. I would rather be free to fly than to be held captive in a prison for being who I was. "I will not stand here, and watch my species get hurt. I will show the angels, they can do the same thing," I hissed, and I leapt out of the line, stretching my wings out. I lunged at the nearest guard, knocking him to the ground and knocking his gun away. Shouts came from the other guards, but I didn't care. I continually punched the guard underneath me, tears pouring out of my eyes. "I will always fight," I screeched, until the guards pulled me off the guard underneath me. They shoved me up against the wall, shooting me right in the chest. Pain flushed through my body, but I didn't care. It was for the greater good of the angels

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    Damion grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it, accidentally causing the man to pull the trigger, sending a ball of lead into Damion's chest, piercing through. Luckily it didn't hit any important parts of the body, including his wings. He yelled in pain and brought his free hand down on the cop's elbow, shattering it. Damion released the cop's hand and groaned in pain. He brought his hand to the injury and began to walk toward the lamp post.


    "I hope you were worth the trouble." He said aloud.


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    Ooc: I'm sure she'll have more of a place after this little fight. I'm going to have them go to the cell's where the characters can socialize. Are you sure you want to kill her off?

    ooc;; she doesn't seem to have a place in the story. I don't see how she could contribute to the story, so yeah


    ic;; I moaned in pain, sinking to the floor. This was my death for sure. I never dreamed of dying like this, but I wanted to spark a rebellion in the guards. If one of them saw how I acted, and took pity on me, they could spark a rebellion and then all of the angels could have a chance at being free. "Leave her there to rot," one of the guards barked, and he turned away back to the other angels.

    Ooc: Thats sad. Its only the beginning of the roleplay


    Clarissa widened her eyes, staring at the angel for just a minute, not knowing what to do. "Uh-Hold on!" The girl exclaims, leg pain dull with adrenalin. Sliding down from the lamp post, she puts her gun away and rushes towards him with a slight limp. Clarissa stood there, not knowing exactly what to do. "Your shot!" Was all she could say, sounding rather stupid. People were starting to stare, gathering. Aw, what should I do!

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    "I don't matter right now. I recognized your scar. You are a supporter of us. Somewhat of a legend. The human who soars among the angels. At least that's what I think. Other's might not." Damion grit his teeth at the wound. He folded his wings behind him as people panicked.


    "We have to go. Too many people. My wings are large compared to others, might give us away. Do you know a hiding pla-" Damion tried to finish but collapsed on one knee from the shock in his body. Damn. He thought to himself. He stood again, knees shaking.


    "Hiding place." He finished.


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    Clarissa, brushing some hair to cover her eye, rushing forward to help Damion to his feet. "Yeah. Can you walk?" She asks, oblivious at the moment to the fact she was injured as well. Thank god for adrenalin or else she would be in the same state. The place she had in mind wasn't glamorous, but it was free of people. It was where she had been staying, cobwebs and dust and all. The hiding place was an old abandoned building, previously housing runaways who were cleared out. The story made Clarissa clench her teeth every time.

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    Damion grunted, "I can walk. Just let's go to the spot." Damion saw she was shot too, but her adrenaline was making her oblivious. He wouldn't mention it at the moment. Damion got ready to follow her.


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    Clarissa nods and starts walking with a limp, shoving past people like they weren't even there. The abandoned building wasn't too far. In fact, it was just around the corner. Talk about luck. Hopefully she still had stuff to treat both of their bullet wounds with. Upon reaching the door, she turns and waits for Damion.

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    Damion follower closely. He sat down quickly and pulled off the jacket and shirt to dress the wound. The bullet had gone through. This wouldn't affect him at all once it healed. He grabbed the sai he had in his bag and began to tear the t-shirt. He started to dress the wound.


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    Clarissa limps over to a nearby shelf and gets a small box. Opening it, she finds that there are still a few items left. A bottle of a few pain killers, tweezers, and some bandages. She brings it over to Damion and sets it down, though she takes the tweezers. "You probably don't wanna see this...." she mutters. The next few moments were filled with cursing and stifled screams while she got the bullet out of her leg.

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    "Seen worse." Damion replied. He finished dressing the wound and stood. He unfolded his wings and let them stretch. The bullet stung but it was beginning to feel better. He put back on the jacket, so as to cover himself. He looked at the girl and noticed something. He grabbed some cloth from his shirt and brought it to her.


    "Bite on this. I'll do this rest." Damion said. Damion knew she wouldn't get the bullet by herself.


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    Clarissa nods, hesitating as she took the cloth and bit down on it. Luckily, the shot avoided bone, so it didn't break anything except skin and muscle. The woman closes her eyes shut, the pain from already messing with the hole in her leg was unbearable, even though she was fully conscious.

    Adrian: " That's enough! The scientists have plenty. We will conduct these sorts of fights once daily. After which you will return to your cell or classrooms." I explain as Aaron and the light angel are subdued. " You will now be escorted to your cell's classes will begin tomorrow." I finish my part and walk back to the wardens office as the angels and pushed to the cell blocks.
    Ooc: any volunteers for teachers? Basically going to be helping prisoners cope and learn about their abilities.