No More Heroes (Llama)

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(The original thread, for those interested.)

Attached is a small card for you to fill out.


Please sign your name: Christopher Sharp



What is your age?: 26



What are your “tools” of choice?: I have the ability to bend and manipulate light. This might seem pretty lame, but as well as blinding people with rays or bending rays of light to make people see things, like mirages in a desert, I can also speed up light to heat things up. I can also focus light to burn things and focus this burning into a central area. It's not solidified, but I can make a sword out of heat produced by light (with no risk to me due to heat retardant gloves and clothing) and move it to keep it in lined up with my hand.



Provide any additional information you wish too: I can make hearts out of rainbows, haha. No, but seriously, this power came in a kinda ordinary circumstances. My parents both run a nursery, one with tons of greenhouses. As a kid and even a teenager I spent a lot of time just hanging out in there, sometimes meditating or just doing school work in there. All that time in the sun got me a nice tan and I guess this sweet power. But no, the sun doesn't have an effect on me, actually not making me tan. Sorry for the fib..



Please provide a recent photograph of yourself:

I'm a rather tall fellow, right around six feet, and have a pretty slender build. I have pretty broad shoulders to where I could have gotten into some sports during high school if I wanted to but I guess that didn't appeal to me. I have shorter, thick and wavy hair, the color being a grayish brown. Seems weird to have gray hairs when you're 26 but my mom always said I had an old soul, you know, haha? No but seriously I think it's a hereditary thing.. I should ask my doctor about it. I should also ask him but about my eyes; a really odd blue, almost to the point of white. Some people think I have the eye color of a blind person but personally I think it could just be cataracts but I see perfectly fine....... maybe another hereditary thing? Due to this, I sometimes just don my yellow rimmed oval shades, just to avoid the weird looks and questions.. most of those weird looks and questions aren't about my eyes but rather inquiries about if I'm homeless but I usually just get away with saying that I'm just a college student which they proceed understand.. but I'm not a college student.

I have a angular nose and face, making me look a snob (but still somewhat homeless) at times but trust me, I'm not. In the picture you'll see that I'm smiling; I wanna make the best outta life, ya know? Clothing outside of my suit (ooc: gf is drawing suit; i'll post picture when she's done) is pretty casual; I like to be comfy when I'm walking around.. the kinda guy that just puts on yesterday's clothes and walks out and enjoys himself. Even though I was always in the sun and always walk around, I always wear pants to where my lower body is a lot paler than the rest, which is significant because, as mentioned before, I'm not really tan.



The taxi stops in front of a small, unassuming motel. Above the building, lit up in bright reds and blues is what you assume to be the name of the motel. L'Nicher it reads, the words being blue, but with a red outline. It seems quaint and disconnected from how awful the rest of the city of Santa Destroy was, albeit a little run down, likely due to a lack of revenue. There's a number of lights that need replacing, and some weeds and vines growing up the side of the building, but it's clear that whoever works here still tries to keep the place as clean as possible. Next to the main building is a much smaller one, which you could assume to be the reception. The light glowing within highlights it in the growing darkness of evening. 

Your observations are interrupted when the taxi driver speaks up.

"Hey, buddy, this is the place, yeah?"

[llama]

The place is suitable for whatever this thing is; remote, unnoticeable. I look at it with a glimmer in my eye, perhaps a cure to the nights spent just self fornicating and browsing forum boards due to work being so, so slow. This was a lonely truth, but truth nonetheless. Hope. That's what that envelope was.
"Oh, yeah, sorry, was kinda lost in my thoughts." I say with an apologetic manner, fishing out a couple bucks for the payment of the taxi ride. Handing it and heading out of the taxi, I start heading to the building.

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The taxi drives off, and if you had any luggage, it's gone with him.

Outside the small building is a sign. Two words are on it. "Management," and "Reception." On the door is a "Welcome! We're open." sign. If you were to peer inside, you'd see a rather large reception desk, a few chairs, but no one inside. The sign says open though, so they could just be in the back.

[llama]

I look back the taxi, somewhat in disbelief as my laptop and a few different changes are off with it. I am close to cussing but hesitate, trying not to fret about it too much. I have my knapsack with my cool fighting suit in it but still, my other stuff is probably going to be looted and stolen. Oh well. Hopefully they do good with it.
I open up the door, peeking in and jumping if there is a ding when the door opens. If not, I start heading to what the reception deck would be.

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There is no ding, but you notice music playing when you step inside. If you're familiar with french music, you may recognize it.



The room is a fair bit smaller then you originally assumed, with the reception desk taking up about half the room, and the "lounge area" being little more then a couple chairs, the same ones you might have seen if you peeked inside, a small end table, and a variety of magazines. On the opposite side of the room from the chairs is a snack machine. A note states that it's out of order. Behind the counter is a key rack, with a host of keys on it, likely for each motel room. A single bell sits on the counter, with a bulky looking PC next to it.

[llama]

Checking my surroundings and feeling my stomach grumble, I'm almost inclined to see if the snack machine is truly is out of order. Going over to it, I try and shoot a ray of light into the circuits, hoping to cure any ailment the machine had been suffering. If so I happily put in some money and get a Snickers.

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Your trick seems to have worked, as the machine lights up again. You insert the required amount of money, and it dispense a snickers no problem. Good timing too, as you seem to have snagged the last snicker in the machine.

Upon turning around, you notice something taped to the side of the PC that didn't previously see. It's a piece of paper with the words "Ring for service!" on it.

[llama]

With an unraveled and half gone candy bar in my hand, I go to the bell and lightly bop it with the palm of my hand, peering into the doorway behind the counter inquisitively.

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"Just a moment!" A voice shouts from the back room.

You can hear commotion. A chair scratching across the floor, things being put down and away, then footsteps. Finally, a young woman appears. Her hair is long and brunette, her eyes are a striking blue, and her expression is cheerful. She wears a sky blue t-shirt with a number of snow-flakes on it, and baggy blue jeans. You may also notice the name tag pinned to her shirt stating that her name is Vivian.

"Hello!" She says jauntily. "What can I do for you?"

[llama]

Dec 7, 2016 14:47:47 GMT -4 @lego said:

"Just a moment!" A voice shouts from the back room.

You can hear commotion. A chair scratching across the floor, things being put down and away, then footsteps. Finally, a young woman appears. Her hair is long and brunette, her eyes are a striking blue, and her expression is cheerful. She wears a sky blue t-shirt with a number of snow-flakes on it, and baggy blue jeans. You may also notice the name tag pinned to her shirt stating that her name is Vivian.

"Hello!" She says jauntily. "What can I do for you?"

I finish the rest of my Snickers as she heads

[llama]

Dec 7, 2016 15:07:08 GMT -4 llama said:

Dec 7, 2016 14:47:47 GMT -4 @lego said:

"Just a moment!" A voice shouts from the back room.

You can hear commotion. A chair scratching across the floor, things being put down and away, then footsteps. Finally, a young woman appears. Her hair is long and brunette, her eyes are a striking blue, and her expression is cheerful. She wears a sky blue t-shirt with a number of snow-flakes on it, and baggy blue jeans. You may also notice the name tag pinned to her shirt stating that her name is Vivian.

"Hello!" She says jauntily. "What can I do for you?"

I finish the rest of my Snickers as she heads out, mid bite as she heads through the door. Making some hasty movements to adjust my hair and put the candy wrapper into my back pocket, I give a rather awkward smile. She's much more festive than me. "Yeah. I came to fix the machine to spread the joy of candy to the masses and also.. uh.. cause this piece of paper." I slide it face down across the counter, licking my lips a bit in anticipation. I try and cover this up by saying, "Uh, the candy bar was pretty good."

[llama]

(Sorry, was replying on phone and accidentally hit post)

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(No worries.)

She chuckles a bit at your joke, then seems to realize what you just told her. "Wait, did you really fix the snack machine?"

[llama]

"Yeah, it was pretty sim-" I stop myself mid sentence, recollecting myself, I lean in, as if to say a dire secret, "I.. well.. did a few well placed kicks and may have dented it. Just make sure not to tell management." I finish this off by moving myself back with a grin and a wink.

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"Eh, nobody'll notice the dents, I'm just glad someone got to the thing. I've been trying to get a repairmen out here for days now, but they keep telling me they're 'too busy.' Too busy my ass, they just don't think we can pay them!" The woman seems to realize she's going into a rant and stops herself.

"Erm, anyway, let me take a look at that paper."

The woman picks up the letter and reads it, before remarking at the "UAA" acronym.

"Ohhh, the UAA. Yeah, your boss came a few days ago and paid your rent for the next four months."

[llama]

With a genuine smile, I reply, "Well, you don't have to pay me for that. Just some brute force and a few broken toes." I laugh at this a little bit, smiling as she takes the paper to look at it, "Okay.. sounds good.. say, what did the guy look like?"

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"He was a tall guy, with a grey sweater on. He didn't talk much, but when he did, there was definitely an accent. I think it was Scottish, or was it Irish? Eh, I don't really remember, but either way, he payed your rent and left you a letter."

[llama]

I raise my eyebrow, still pretty shocked about the rent part to where I guess I should mention it now, "Yeah, it does seem really cool that he did that. I kinda.." I look down to my dirty clothes, ones that I've owned for five years, "well, I guess I could use a break." I say this with a rather tired smile. "Oh, am I gonna have to pay you extra for the letter?" I say in sudden realization, thinking I'm being taken care of and immediately searching my pants for my wallet which hosts a couple dollars and some lint.

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"Oh, no, you're fine! I wouldn't have charged you anyway, and even if I did, the tall guy handed me a few dollars with the letter to cover it. Gimmie a sec and I'll go grab it."

The woman hurries off to the back room, leaving you to yourself once more

[llama]

I smile, taking out my remaining two dollars and putting them on the counter as a kind of tip for her info. I lean against the counter for now, waiting for her to retrieve the letter.

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You hear commotion from the back room again, but this time it's just the sound of her rummaging through something. A minute or so later, she returns with an envelope. It has your name neatly written on it. She hands it to you, along with a key she grabbed from the key rack on her way back.

"Your room is 207. Hope you enjoy your time here."

[llama]

"You wrangling cats back there?" I ask with another smirk, taking the envelope and the key. "Thank you.. I guess I'll see you around.. ha." I do a semi-wave and then start turning and heading up to my room.

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You head outside and then up the stairs to the second floor of the apartment complex. Seven doors down is your room, 207. You may notice the number is also imprinted in the key, so unless you lose the key, you'll have no excuse for forgetting the number.

[llama]

Knowing my luck, I'll lose the key and then get hit very, very hard in the head to where I completely forget about it. Sure would be a shame.
I use the key to open the door, anticipating a rather dingy room.

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To your surprise, the room is actually quite nice. It's fully furnished, not with the best furniture, but still. To your left is a quaint little living room. There's a couch, an armchair, an end table, and an old CRT TV sitting sits a top an old wooden table of perhaps less then adequate quality. To the back of the room is a small kitchen. There's a fridge, a stove, a sink, a counter, and some cabinets both above and below. To the right of the kitchen is a table with about four chairs sitting around it. Between the kitchen and the living room is a short hallway. It likely leads to the bathroom and the bedroom.