Apocalypse - Page 13

September 5, 2008, 12:58 PM

"Nothing, I just ..." Faith began to say. "It's been a long day. I need to go to sleep or else I'll only end up trashing the place around." She rose to her feet, picked up the keyboard and checked it out. It's not broken. Damaged a little, but it's nothing that Filden can't handle. Speaking of him, what the hell is the history between him and this ... Rene? "I'll tell you in the morning if you plan on staying, which I don't think you have any choice in, anyway." She wiped the sweat off her forehead; that had been too much working overtime in the past week that caused that. "The bedrooms are down below the main area you came in," she told him.

Faith paused for a moment, wondering. Was Filden lying when he said he didn't know her when he'd first joined The Avengers? She had to look into that. "When you get down the stairs, take a left and find a room that doesn't have a name plate on it," she said. "I'm aware that one of our members asked you to join us. Give it sometime, think about it and let me know soon. If you decline, well ..." She smiled weakly. "It looks like I just might have to wipe your memory clean of you ever coming here. Good night, Rene." With that, she telekinetically turned off the computer and walked out of the room to her own bedroom, thinking about Patricia. She's dead and there was nothing I could do to stop the explosion, she thought, as she lay on her bed.

September 5, 2008, 2:30 PM

"nice one Stephen. Remind me to ask the command central why the hell our security is so lax" Jet walked over to one of the assassins and nudged him with his foot. The assassins groaned and rolled over. "this time i am questioning you" Jet said picking up the assassins by the back of the neck and swinging him towards Stephen. "Stephen if he doesn't answer our questions, you get to electrocute him as soon as i let go." Jet shook the assassin a little. "Ok pal, first question: who sent you? the Supernaturals or the Anti-avengers?"

September 5, 2008, 4:57 PM

As Faith left Rene began to smile to himself. For the first time in 6 years he truly felt like he was somewhere he could call home. "She's changed a lot... Then again, she's lost her memory and being so exposed to so much violence after just a short time must change a person a lot..." Rene then thought of Faith's threat "I guess I should count myself lucky that I learnt how to block out most of my thoughts from psychics, I just hope to she doesn't force herself in by breaking my psyche..." Rene stretched his arms and walked out of the medical room. "I wonder if there's still any food left," Rene thought out loud as he looked to the room Filden had walked into. "No... I don't want to bump into him, he probably still has a strong left hook. I'll just go to a room with no name on like Faith said, there might be some food in there... hopefully." He found the staircase and walked down slowly as he made his way to the rooms. He entered the corridor and looked left and right, he sighed and quickly found the room farthest away from anyone. It was an old habit of his that refused to die, for some reason he always felt safer if he was slightly further from everyone. Meant he could be loud...

September 5, 2008, 5:51 PM

Stephen looked at General silver with a smirk "sorry, but I'm heading back to bed." he announced as he exited the room and walked back towards the dorms. As Stephen strode confidently down the stairs he caught a glimpse of the intruder entering one of the furthest rooms "i guess he is thinking about becoming one of us" Stephen then turned and headed for his room. As he got to the door labeled shooter he opened it and entered.

Stephen walked straight to the bed, removed his holster and clothes and threw them on the table. "good night everyone" he muttered as he lay down and pulled the cover over himself.

September 5, 2008, 6:07 PM

Filden sat back on his recliner. A tear rolled down his right eye as memories of that day returned...

"Abigail..." Filden sobbed quietly... "Why...? Why did you give your life for mine...?"

Filden closed his eyes as a tear ran off his cheek...He sobbed quietly again, but he then realised he had to get over it. He wiped both his eyes with his right arm and sniffed. He then cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together, his eyes and the skin around them still slightly red.

The red began to slowly fade away. Filden then closed his eyes again. He then jumped off his chair and then headed to the canteen to get some food.

September 5, 2008, 6:33 PM

"Daaaaaamn I'm hungry..." Rene groaned as he opened the fridge and realised it was empty. "Damn sonofabitch!" His stomach grumbled loudly and Rene flopped onto the bed and patted his hand on his stomach. "Sorry buddy, I'll head to the canteen in a few mins, but I wanna put on some fresh clothes." He ripped off his top and grabbed the bag he had gotten from the place he hid it. He slipped on a white vest and grabbed his slightly blue waistcoat, he put on his blue jeans and grabbed his red bandanna and tied it around his head. He grabbed his chain which had a ring on and put it on before putting on his black fingerless gloves. "Right, let's go get some grub." He said to himself as he opened the door and walked back upstairs, he looked around the corridor and spotted a sign on the wall pointing towards the canteen. He walked to the doors and opened them, he stretched as he went inside and immediately spotted the food. "Oh baby yes!" He then started piling food onto a plate. Rene may not look it but he eats a lot.

September 5, 2008, 7:26 PM

Stephen lay sleep peacefully. dreams coursing through his mind, Regular dreams for him. Stephen could spend time with his family when he slept, his dreams filled with happiness and peace. In most of his Dreams the war was over and Supernaturals and naturals lived in harmony. Bang Stephen sat up instantly,breathing heavily,his dream interrupted by that damn rifle shot. "I can't take it" he muttered as he climbed out of bed.

Stephen pulled on a clean pair of jeans and pulled them on. He slid his holster into position and tightened it correctly. he grabbed his trusty White Beretta from the Table, checked the magazine was full, which it wasn't, then slid the mag back into place and holstered it. he grabbed a T-shirt from his draws and pulled it on over his head. Finally Stephen pulled his Lycra rugby gloves on and Exited his Room. Stephen wears Rugby gloves as they are more comfortable than leather fingerless gloves and he also likes the additional grip they give.

As Stephen strode down the corridor he hesitated at Faith's door. "Sorry" he muttered and then he Teleported out of the building in his signature cloud of purple/black smoke.

OOC: the gloves

September 5, 2008, 8:54 PM

Michael lay in bed, tossing and turning. He had just left General Silver to deal with his captive. Michael didn't doubt there would be some information and of course another mission for them tomorrow morning. Better get all the rest he could get, then. All around him, though, he felt pain. Not physical pain this time, but emotional hurt. Anger, grief. Michael tried to sleep through it, but it was like a headache he couldn't get rid of, like a constant buzz in his mind that kept him awake and mulling his thoughts.

He cursed. He was bloody supposed to get some sleep. He couldn't go on like this forever! Grumbling and cursing under his breath, he sat up and started to dress himself. His hand was on the doorknob when he remembered to take both his earpiece and pistol. He wouldn't go out unprepared again, yet he kept almost forgetting each time he went out. As he stepped into the corridor, his eyes caught movement down the hall. When he turned his head, all that was there was some smoke.

Stephen... Was it him whose pain he had felt? Yet, he could feel other sources of pain and confusion, faintly thrumming in the air, stirring thoughts not his own to emotions he did not feel. What the hell was happening? He shivered. Wasn't his own pain enough to deal with? Why did he have to feel that of others as well?

September 5, 2008, 11:20 PM

"fucking great. We have assassins, and we don't know who they are, who sent them, and why their after us. Most importantly, we don't have any goddamn security. Now i'm complaining to Faith" Jet headed down the dorms and found Faith's room. He then pounded loudly on the door. "OI FAITH IF YOUR NOT AWAKE, YOU ARE NOW! I HAVE A COMPLAINT." If she doesn't get out here in the next 60 seconds we're gonna need a new door. Jet though as he walked back and leaned against the wall opposite the room.