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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 12:41:10 GMT -4
God, does your head hurt. There's a consistent throbbing, equal to the likeliness of a hangover. You're in your own apartment, leaning against your bed. The wood is cool beneath your touch, and your carpet, plush. You can't exactly remember what happened in the previous night, but it's a good thing you ended up at home in the end. If you remember properly, there's some aspirin in the bathroom. Unfortunately, that is about fifteen feet to your right - an adjacent door to your bedroom. You're wearing a thin t-shirt, and some gender-neutral shorts.
identification card
name; Lana Wild. gender; Female. age; Twenty. sexuality; preference;
job; motorbike mechanic/motovlogger.
metahuman status; Registered. powers; Class D physical enhancement; speed. Class C mental; remote vehicle/technology control.
description;
phone book Castiel Adamson -- Friend.
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Post by WildfireBlaze on Jun 22, 2015 12:44:10 GMT -4
I slowly crawl to the bathroom, trying not to exert any more stress on my brain as that will most likely worsen the headache.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 12:47:10 GMT -4
After what seems like hours, your destination is reached. If you tilt back your head your salvation is ah.. there! Up on the counter! The bottle of pills will surely lessen your headache. Besides the bottle, you can clearly see your identification card -- an important factor which is needed in order to get around the city, and doubles as an information outlet.
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Post by WildfireBlaze on Jun 22, 2015 12:53:47 GMT -4
I reach up and grab both, the aspirin first, then the ID card.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 12:59:44 GMT -4
You uncork the bottle, and down two of the colored pills. While you won't feel their effect immindently, the pain is sure to lessen within half an hour. The id within your hand is slightly outdated -- more than two years old. It displays your name, birthdate, and gender. Additionally, there's a section for metahumans; whether you're registered or not, and what sort of powers you wield if you are. Since a few years have passed, how would you describe yourself now?
List name, age, gender, description. pLus, whether or not you are a registered meta, and your powerss.]
[ choose three or less powers. the more powers you have, the less powerful your overall abilities are. if there a power that isn't recognized usually, then i would recommend providing a basic description. you have 50 points total to spend on power stats for all three.
power 1; power 2; optional power 3l optional
power classifications;
class a: 50 class b: 41-49. class c: 11-40. class d: 0-10
example:; power 1; pyrokinesis. [39] power 2; precognition.[11] power 3; n/a.
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Post by WildfireBlaze on Jun 22, 2015 13:08:14 GMT -4
Name: Lana Wild Age: 20 Gender: Female Appreance: My avatar's hair, but longer at the sides and back; a black tank top; red angular shoulder pads that hold small knives (a bit like Fred 104); denim shorts; black tall leather boots with red laces; and a long red cape. Height is 5'8" and build is thin, but slightly toned Registered meta: Y Power 1: Super speed [10] Power 2: She has the ability to control mechanical objects like vehicles [40]
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 15:50:57 GMT -4
A blaring bedside alarm from the other room is a reminder that your work starts in an hour. Which means you have less than forty-five minutes to get dressed, and eat something, considering it takes ten minutes to walk to your workplace. Speaking of which, what is your job profession?
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Post by WildfireBlaze on Jun 22, 2015 16:02:15 GMT -4
Job: motorbike mechanic/motovlogger (she usually motovlogs on her way to and from work and whenever she has spare time.)
After feeling the effects of the aspirin kick in, I get up and walk into my room, shutting off the alarm. I then get dressed into my riding gear, grabbing my helemt from by my bed and placing a Go-Pro camera on the side of it.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 16:14:27 GMT -4
You do so. Technically, you're now ready for work. Unfortunately, your stomach has other plans, it seems, for it begins to gurgle. It is in this instant that your phone lights up, and a familiar jingle begins to emit from it. A friend of yours; Castiel, is calling you.
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Post by WildfireBlaze on Jun 22, 2015 16:20:50 GMT -4
I pick it up and press the touch screen where the green phone is located.
"Hey Castiel." I say. "What are you calling me for at this moment?"
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 16:31:03 GMT -4
"Hey hey!" He responds, in his usual chipper mood. "What's up Lana?" He doesn't even give you time to reply before he says; "There's a lot of traffic out where you are today, you gotta be careful today." Quirky as he was, Castiel constantly watched the news for updates on the weather and latest traffic jams. When he believes himself to find something of note, he then calls you to inform you of it.
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Post by WildfireBlaze on Jun 22, 2015 16:33:44 GMT -4
"Thanks Castiel." I say to him. "And to answer your question, I'm feeling rather pekish."
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 16:37:41 GMT -4
"I got your back, Lanie." The male responds in turn. Pausing, he then adds on. "Well, have a nice day at work! Are we still on for movie night tonight?"
// from here on out, your posts might be slowed. i'm starting an event, and you're ahead of the timeline, so i need to wait for two others to catch up. //
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Post by WildfireBlaze on Jun 22, 2015 16:40:14 GMT -4
( ) "Yeah!" I say to him. "And thanks."
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 17:20:46 GMT -4
"Of course!" Castiel responds, before muttering a quick goodbye, and hanging up. A look at your watch will reveal you're running a few minutes late -- better hop on that motorcycle now!
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Post by WildfireBlaze on Jun 22, 2015 17:24:17 GMT -4
I exit my home and hop on my KTM SuperDuke 1290 R superbike. I leave the neighbourhood, riding to work the quickest way I know as to ensure I am not late by a huge margin.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 17:37:38 GMT -4
You're riding down the street, when suddenly glass and cement rains outwards. A large boom can be heard from a shop down the street, and two men are pelted with projectiles. From within the shop, you can hear an alarm sound as two men clad in black begin to run away. The largest of the two, a broad-shouldered man with no defining features, has hands that are wreathed in flame. He's some sort of fire elemental. His partner is making duplicates of himself. They are making an escape attempt.
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Post by WildfireBlaze on Jun 22, 2015 17:43:06 GMT -4
I turn on my Go-Pro and capture fotage of them. "Well guys, this is something you don't see everyday." I say to the future audience.
I leave them be, deciding not to intervene, taking a shortcut around them through several alley ways. This could be a matter for the police and I don't like intervening with police matters.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 23, 2015 9:09:54 GMT -4
A wise choice. Probably wouldn't have been the best to interfere anyways. Because of your shortcut, you arrive at work a couple of minutes early. You boss, Nathaniel, imminently puts you to work on fixing up an old harley. The owner was having a hard time starting up the machine, for whenever he did it created an odd sputtering sound. Looks like it also needs an oil change, and a new rear tire.
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Post by WildfireBlaze on Jun 23, 2015 9:11:30 GMT -4
I use my abilities to check for the fault in the engine and get to work with the oil change and replacing the rear tyre.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 23, 2015 12:29:25 GMT -4
You find the engine fault soon enough. The gasket is leaking, and will need to be replaced, lest further damage be caused. The changing of the tire is an easy enough task, and you finished it quickly. On the television behind you, the news is reporting about the shop robbery, likely the same one you passed. There's an aerial view of the destruction -- multiple pedestrians are injured, and you can see a man around your age chasing after the two offenders.
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Post by WildfireBlaze on Jun 23, 2015 12:39:33 GMT -4
I decide to carry on with the repairs, not caring for the roport and also not wanting to anger my boss at a late job.
After finishing I get to work on a little restoration project I 've been building up: an old Kawasaki Ninja.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 24, 2015 8:23:17 GMT -4
You finish the first motorcycle within record time, but as you go to the restoration project, you manage shoes you away. "Get back to work!" He growls in a rather unfriendly manner, before gesturing to the various vehicles lined up about his shop. Seems as if you've got a few hours of work ahead of you..
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Post by WildfireBlaze on Jun 24, 2015 8:37:14 GMT -4
I throw my hands up in the air in a sign of disgust. I hate my boss. Then an idea comes to my mind.
I go to one of the bikes and check over it with my powers to find any faults, while simultaniously fixing up the Ninja, also using my powers for that.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 24, 2015 8:52:47 GMT -4
The next bike needs to have it's spark plugs changed. Otherwise you do so.
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