View Full Version : [Pokemon] Pokémon: Conifer [RP]
08-17-2012, 03:32 AM
/\Special thanks to Eternal Moonlight/\
Theme Song: America Town by Five for Fighting (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2LH_bvvWuE)
Nobody knows why or how it happened, but things in Conifer, Colorado were never the same after the night of June 26th, 2012. That night, a total solar eclipse occurred, completely unanticipated by the scientific community. During that night, the people of Conifer were exposed to something. Over the coming years, people would blame that something on everything from aliens to the government to pollution to God, but whatever it was, it changed people. Most of the citizens only received enough to make them spend the next day sick in bed. But a few got a large enough dose of that something to alter their genetic structure.
After the eclipse, these unfortunate souls began manifesting powers and abilities that were only dreamed of before. A young girl began to grow scales and breathe fire. A man suffered a heart attack because it couldn't support the two extra arms that had grown out of his shoulder blades. Animals also suffered from odd mutations, but the human cases were what attracted the most attention for two reasons. First, because those who were affected by these changes were often young adults and teenagers who had their whole lives ahead of them. More importantly though was the severe psychosis that developed in the vast majority of the altered humans. Their inner passions, grudges, and obsessions were all magnified and they began to use their powers indiscriminately to achieve petty goals like killing their bullies or stalking someone they liked.
These cases were analyzed by multiple government agencies and it was decided that the Department of homeland Security would send agents to Conifer to detain mutates before they could do any more harm. A few others heard of the strange events in Colorado and traveled to Conifer for their own reasons.
What is often forgotten when hearing the story of the eclipse and Conifer is that life goes on. People still go to work, kids still go to school, the few agents in town are well undercover, but people are still manifesting powers. Some of them are becoming violent psychotics, yes, but others are just kids scared of what these changes means for them. And no one has realized that there is an odd connection between the manifestations and a certain popular video game franchise. Our story begins on the first day of school, two months after the eclipse...
Who are you? That's much more your question to answer than mine. Are you mutated or unaffected? Are you a Conifer native or a recent arrival? There are many paths you can choose. Maybe you're the parent or friend of one of the altered humans or perhaps one of the agents looking for them? Are you a mutate trying to find their place in the world, or one trying to control it?
It's your world, I just brought you here.
This RP is not like others
First of all, you can, no, are encouraged to sign up as multiple characters. Not everyone you create will need to have a major role, but may be a recurring character such as a friend or family member who plays a part in the story larger than that of a mere background character.
In order to reflect the very small percentage of mutates in Conifer’s 13,000 inhabitants, only one of your characters may be one.
During the duration of the RP, sign-ups will always be open to new characters.
You may only sign-up as maximum of three characters.
You may have noticed that the story is not as developed as the situation. This is your RP, the decisions and conflicts between your characters will shape the events yet to come.
On that note, there is no need to squeeze every one into one plot point. I hope that this RP will be more like a TV show than a novel, and one characteristic of television is that, no matter whether it’s Buffy, Dallas, or Battlestar Galactica, there are always subplots and overarching developments and themes.
Also, for a Pokemon RP, there is a shocking lack of Pokemon. In this story, there are no trainers, no coordinators, and no breeders. There are only regular people who have had their DNA fused with that of a Pokemon. To make a long story short, nobody is going to know the difference between someone using Flamethrower or Fire Blast.
Bunnying is only acceptable when permission has been given by the character’s owner.
Please keep the language and situations PG-13. If it wouldn’t be allowed on a major network during primetime, don’t do it here.
Quality posts are what everyone is looking for these days, and this RP is no exception. Check the spelling and grammar. Length is nice, but not at the cost of the English language.
You are vehemently encouraged to use the discussion thread or other forms of communication to plan and discuss with your fellow RPers. Plan for the future, but be ready for change.
08-17-2012, 03:33 AM
Charmander009 as Chance Ansley (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3398248&postcount=10)
Charmander009 as Michael Barret (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3398248&postcount=10)
Eternal Moonlight as Felix Blake (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3397747&postcount=4)
Sheepat as Martin Karma (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3408051&postcount=51)
Sheepat as Theodore "Tin" Karma (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3399768&postcount=18)
Phantasm.Angel as Liam Lawson (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3397117&postcount=3)
Phantasm.Angel as Nathaniel Lawson (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3397117&postcount=3)
Phantasm.Angel as Jessica "Jessie" Moore (http://pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3400082&postcount=27)
Super Singe as Allan Anzaldua (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3408038&postcount=50)
Eternal Moonlight as Daisy Blake (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3397747&postcount=4)
Fluffeh as Katalin "Katty" Blanch (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3398094&postcount=8)
Fluffeh as Melisa "Momo" Blanch (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3398094&postcount=8)
Popshakes as Trinity "Tweetie" Amber Calloway (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3399994&postcount=26)
Fluffeh as Grant Porter (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3398094&postcount=8)
Acps199610 as Nick Sato (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3400890&postcount=28)
JechtSphere as ??? (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3399153&postcount=16)
Max0596 as ??? (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3397897&postcount=6)
08-17-2012, 03:34 AM
In route to Denver International Airport
Nathaniel Lawson was gazing down at the scenery of Colorado with an expression of interest. It may not have been an eternity since he was in the state, and its capital especially, but his end destination was a fading memory at best. The last time he had visited Conifer, it was to battle his parents for custody of his nephew, Liam. He had won, as he always did, and had been content to let the small town slip from his mind. But first his protégé had fled to Colorado to start up his own company and now several people in Conifer had began to mutate. Just a few weeks ago, Nathaniel had gone to Washington and participated in a hearing about the alterations in Conifer. The climax of his presentation had been having a young mutate named Tin Karma speak. While he was not outwardly threatening, his strange appearance and mannerisms served Lawson’s argument that the growing number of mutates represented a potential threat to homeland security.
As the result of the congressional hearing, Lawson Munitions was given some government contracts to develop some means of incapacitating and holding dangerous mutates. Now he was heading to his hometown, and from there, he would go to Conifer as part of a fact-finding mission to narrow down the possible specs for the weapons he would be creating. Nathaniel had also brought with him n arsenal of his latest prototypes to distribute to the government agents already in the town. The potential profits were enormous; all that was required was patience and cunning. The corners of Lawson’s mouth began to tug into a smile when a voice over his private plane’s intercom broke his concentration, “We are now making our final descent into Denver.”
One of Nathaniel’s aides took a seat in the chair across from him, the man’s body sinking into the blue plush surface. “ Sir,” he stuttered, “don’t you think that it may be a bit risky to try and implement a widespread containment initiative when public opinion is so against it?”
His boss’s eyes narrowed, “A coward dies a thousand deaths, Heidman. The average American’s heart and mind might be sympathetic to the plights of these mutates, but as the hearing has shown, people fear what they don’t understand.” Reaching into his front pocket, Nathaniel pulled out a small USB drive. Holding it out to Heidman, he said, “I have found a couple of suitable scenarios that are sure to turn the public against the altered humans. In the coming weeks, maybe even days, the American people will stop feeling sorry for these freaks and start feeling afraid of them.” He sat back in his chair, clenching his fist around the drive, “I only hope that Liam will be there to see the fireworks.”
Lawson Pharmaceuticals, Liam’s Office
Liam pulled off his glasses and started massaging the bridge of his nose in exasperation, “So tell me again why your price has gone up?”
Across from him was a grizzled man wearing a tan deputy’s uniform with a faded coffee stain on the stomach of it. “It’s simple,” the man said, “Mutates are the latest buzzword, everyone wants to know everything about them, ever since your uncle’s presentation-“
“Please, don’t mention him.” Liam put his glasses back on and gave the cop a long, hard look, “I don’t understand why that affects our deal, Mr. Tull.”
“Because you won’t be the only one looking for these weirdoes, and I’m guessing I can get a lot more cash once there’s a bidding war for the information.” The deputy gave Liam a wide grin, “I might be a small town cop, but I’m not some stupid hick. I know that what I’ve got is valuable, this could be the start of a national registry of these abominations.”
“Enlighten me, who else would want to know your departments list of suspected mutates and the crimes they’ve committed?”
“Reporters, for one,” Tull said, ticking off his fingers, “Politicians, evangelists, businessmen.” He paused and sneered, “Especially your uncle, I hear he’s coming to Conifer himself.”
Liam sprung forward and grabbed the cocky man by his collar, “If he approaches you about that information, he won’t give you an offer, he’ll rip it out of your hands.” His sharp green eyes locked with the officer’s muddy brown ones for a few moments, before the young man released him. “I’ll give you double, you’d be wise to take it.”
Tull dusted himself off, “Go to hell, Lawson.” He rose to his feet, pushing his chair back. The deputy spun around and left the office, slamming the wooden door behind him. Liam Lawson sunk back into his chair and glanced at the files scattered about his desk. All of them were dead ends, lost leads on various Conifer mutates. For the last six weeks, he had been attempting to track down altered humans to begin preliminary research on a cure for them, but to no avail. On the whole, those changed in the last two months were reluctant to draw any attention to themselves.
Liam yelled in frustration and swept his hand across his workspace, sending paper flying everywhere. If his uncle and mentor was indeed coming back here, there was sure to be more scheming and manipulation, that was their relationship. A cure needed to start being developed and quickly.
Heading to School
It was the first day of school, and even before the first bell had rung, Jessie could tell this was going to be a really ****** year. After a rather unappealing breakfast of Cap’n Crunch, grabbing her backpack, and dealing with her parent’s first day rituals, Jessie made her way to the garage and reached for her skateboard. She hesitated though. The few times she had attempted to skate during the summer, her vision would falter and a nasty crash would end the ride. But it wasn’t just the loss of her favorite hobby; since the headaches had started, Jessie had retreated from the outside world and neglected her friendships, always having an excuse.
But maybe things would be different, after all, it was the first day of her junior year, time for a new beginning, and all of that crap. So Jessie, grabbed the board, even though it felt strangely heavy in her grasp. Setting it down, the girl pressed down with one foot and began heading off to the prison called school. Things were going well enough, Jessie made her way through the city of Conifer, already alive with activity. The wind ran through her short black hair and provided enough relief to ward off the dizziness, although a few black spots began to gather in the edge of her vision. Jessie actually thought she would make it; she saw the high school just two blocks away. Then a splitting headache hit. Jessie gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and grabbed her head. As a result, her control suffered and the board skidded out from under her.
Jessie fell flat on her ass with a grunt. This spectacle was caught by a few of the early arrivals who begun laughing, only to be receive a quick flip of the bird. Jessie rose back up to her feet, only to get a sense of vertigo. The jeering of one boy was especially jarring and Jessie felt her anger rise to the surface. If her skull didn’t feel like it would be ripped open, she’d have shut that ******* right up. The more she thought about hurting him, the more bearable her headache became. Finally, the migraine subsided, and Jessie was able to completely stand up and retrieve her board. Jessie let out her last bit of anger in a curse under her breath and began walking towards the school, ignoring the now doubled over sophomore who had been laughing at her.
08-19-2012, 04:51 AM
Chance Ansley & Michael Barret
En Route to Conifer High (maybe...)
Mornings at the Andersons’ has always been a messy affair, but today it was especially so. It was, after all, the first day of school. The bus was due to arrive any second, and the food was just getting passed around the kitchen. The kids were rushing to get ready, naturally putting everything off until the last possible minute. Chance could hear the smaller ones chattering excitedly downstairs, with Momma Anderson’s voice barely rising over their chaotic chorus. How the woman brought order to the home every day was a miracle to chance, but she seemed to love every moment of it. (It certainly helped that their neighbor, Tin Karma, was usually around to give a helping hand.)
Chance smiled at his reflection as he realized he enjoyed it as well. The Anderson’s home was always full of energy, never enduring a dull moment. Conflicts usually had a way of sorting themselves out. Despite the fact that none of them were truly related, they each felt a deep connection with one another—like they were a real family. Soon, Chance would have the pleasure of plunging into the morning fray.
But first, he would attempt to bring order to a different chaos. The smile faded from Chance’s face as he looked over the unfortunate mane of hair sprouting from the top of his head. For the fifth time that morning, he felt doubt. How was he supposed to explain it? Ever since the eclipse, it had grown at an unbelievable rate. Despite their best efforts to tame it, his hair remained out of control. The only way he could keep it from falling over his eyes was to wear a visor. Would the teachers at Conifer High even allow that?
Gripping a thick brush tightly, Chance braced himself as he plunged it into his hair. Stubborn as ever, the teen’s locks refused to yield to the brush’s coarse bristles. Chance winced as he yanked the brush free, and then sighed in defeat. It was futile, he knew. He had gone through several brushes in the past few weeks, and he didn’t feel like it was necessary to break another. It was time to just give up.
Yet another victory to the mane.
Grabbing his red visor from the vanity, Chance placed it around his head and turned his back to the mirror without giving it a second glance. He took several deep breaths, trying to fight back the worry. If he didn’t get a grip… worse things could happen.
“Chance!” the teen’s thoughts were luckily interrupted as someone called for him. The brunette poked his head out the doorway in time to see Michael at the top of the stairs.
“Come on,” the black-haired almost-17-year-old waved impatiently. “We gotta go!”
“Right,” Chance nodded, his stomach suddenly turning over. This was the moment of truth—either he would make it or he wouldn’t. Gulping, he shouted back to Michael, “Gimme a sec.”
The teen grabbed his bag from his room and raced after his foster brother. He made it down to the bottom of the stairs in time to see the kids flee out the front door. Mrs. Anderson was shooing them out, passing out forgotten lunches and giving last minute instructions. As soon as the last one was out the door, she turned and gave the oldest boys a weary smile.
“All set?” she wiped her hands on her apron.
“I think so,” Chance nodded, shouldering his backpack.
“Keys?” Michael asked with that serious expression that was usually masking his face.
“Oh, right,” Mrs. Anderson pinched the bridge of her nose, thinking. “Um… Kitchen cupboard.”
“Going to be alright here alone today?” asked Chance jokingly as Michael made a bee-line for the kitchen. “Now that Derek’s going to school, you got the whole house to yourself.”
The foster parent chuckled with a shake of her head, “It’s going to be different, that’s for sure. I think I’ll miss having little Derek around.” Her expression grew concerned as she asked in a whisper, “Will you be okay today?”
Chance took a deep breath. Mrs. Anderson meant well—and it was clear she was worried for him—but asking him that question wasn’t helping. If anything, it made him more nervous. The teen usually wasn’t this anxious about the first day of school; but now he had to worry about controlling his… problems… and avoid the attention of unwanted eyes. Smiling at Mrs. Anderson, he tried to forget that she said anything.
“I can’t find them,” Michael called from the kitchen, sounding a little agitated.
“They should be—Oh!” Mrs. Anderson’s eyes grew wide with sudden realization. “Never mind, Michael! I got them in my pocket!”
The black-haired youth came from the kitchen, hands folded across his chest. In the past, he might have gotten angry with Mrs. Anderson’s absent-mindedness. Now, however, he wore an amused smirk.
“Long morning?” he caught the keys in his hand as their foster mother tossed them across the room.
“The longest,” she continued chuckling at herself. “Oh, but look at the time! You guys need to get going!” She gently took Chance by the shoulder and ushered him out the door, waving for Michael to follow.
“If you need anything,” she looked at Chance meaningfully, “call me and let me know, okay? Drive safe, Michael. Oh, and make sure that everyone got on the bus—Tin, too. If he’s still out there, will you give him a ride, the poor dear?”
“Of course, ma’am,” Michael nodded respectfully. Like Chance and his sister, Michael could never bring himself to call Mrs. Anderson “mother” like the other kids. Yet he still held her in the highest respect. “Ma’am” was the next best thing to mother, in his vocabulary.
“See ya after school,” Mrs. Anderson said her final goodbyes—moments before realizing they hadn’t eaten breakfast. Within seconds, she sent them on their way with two pieces of barely toasted bread. Michael immediately aimed for their ride: a well-rusted heap of junk that could have once been called a Chevy pickup. It was the only car the Andersons could afford to give to their teenagers currently—but it was more than enough to get them to school (and avoid the annoying bus ride to school).
Michael and Chance tossed their bags into the back and climbed in, their doors needing slamming in order to get them shut properly. As Michael turned the key in the ignition, letting the hulking beast roar to life, Chance was once again confronted with doubt. He had been fine up until now—when the reality of returning to school felt strongest.
“Is this really a good idea?” he quietly asked Michael, staring into the dashboard.
The curly-haired teen took his eyes from the rearview mirror and scrutinized Chance closely. Chance bit his lip, knowing that Michael was trying to gauge his emotions right now. His foster brother knew better than anyone else what could happen if he... panicked.
“You can’t put off school forever,” Michael shrugged as he cranked the truck into gear.
“I could be homeschooled.”
“Doesn’t Mrs. Anderson have enough to deal with?”
Chance winced, knowing he had hit a good point there. He wouldn’t want to burden Mrs. Anderson any more than she already was. She was too good a person to do that to.
“Besides, that would attract attention anyway,” Michael continued nonchalantly, twisting in his seat so he could see as he backed out. “People might start to wonder why you’re not attending school anymore. If they get nosy enough… they’ll start watching the house and…”
The black-haired teen shook his head.
“But what if I mess up?” Chance wasn’t yet set at ease. “What if, somehow, I lose control again and someone sees me? Like, what if, during a test, I start stressing out because I can’t remember the answers and—”
Michael slammed on the brakes, staring at the windshield. Very sternly, he ordered, “Chance. Stop. Breath.”
Chance followed his gaze and took in a sharp breath of air. Intricate patterns of frost had begun criss-crossing their way across the windshield. The brunette quickly squeezed his eyes shut, fighting against the surge of emotion heading his way. He concentrated on his breathing, trying to take his mind off of his worries.
“Worrying about it isn’t going to help anything, Chance,” Michael scolded as he released the break and finished pulling out of the driveway. “In fact, it will only make it worse for you.”
Thankfully, the ice started melting away as soon as Chance regained control of himself. Good thing it’s so warm this morning, Michael thought to himself as he glanced up and down the road. The quicker it melted, the least likely someone would notice. Though it was getting closer to autumn, the frost hadn’t come quite yet… How would two teenagers be able to explain why their windshield was frozen now?
“Just… take it easy,” Michael went on, though Chance refused to look at anything but the passenger window. “Act natural. Forget that you even have the… you know. Today’s just going to be like any other school day.”
Chance doubted it, especially since he looked a little… different this year. How many kids were going to stare at him like he was some freak of nature? How many questions was he going to be asked?
“What’s your story?” Michael asked, as if he had read Chance’s thoughts.
“Um… It’s a medical disease…?”
“You’re kidding me right?” Chance’s foster brother snorted derisively. “They’ll ask for a doctor’s note, and you don’t have one.”
“Oh.” Chance honestly hadn’t thought about that. “What should I say then?”
Michael pondered for a moment, then suggested, “Tell ‘em you’re growing your hair out for a charity cause.”
“What?” the wild-haired kid didn’t follow.
“I’ve heard about how some folks grow their hair so that when they get it cut they can donate the hair to make wigs—you know, for cancer patients or something like that. People won’t think you’re a freak for doing that; in fact, they’ll think you’re doing something great.”
“But how long can I keep up that story?” Chance frowned. “Someone will wonder eventually why I haven’t cut my hair yet.”
“You should be able to keep it up for a while. We’ll figure out something else when it comes to it,” Michael seemed confident of his plan. Maybe… we’ll find a cure before then, Michael added in unspoken thoughts.
The more Chance thought about it, the more reasonable it sounded. A sudden burden had been lifted from his chest—and for the first time that morning, he actually felt hopeful. He would go with Michael’s idea. It made sense, and it didn’t mark him as some kind of a weirdo. Perhaps he could pull this off.
With an optimistic grin, Chance nodded, “Alright, we’ll go with that.” After a moment of reflection, he added, “Thanks for having my back.”
Michael gave one of his characteristic half-smiles, and replied, “Anytime, bro.”
Just then, they pulled up to the bus stop and looked around for any abandoned children. As far as they could see, all the Anderson kids had made it to the bus. But they waited to see if Tin would show up; the kid was usually pretty responsible, but if he had gotten caught up with the Anderson kids he might have been waylaid.
“Wait! Michael, waaaaaait!”
Chance heard the muffled yell and turned to look out the back window. He guffawed as he spotted a blonde-haired tween racing down the road behind them, a bulky trumpet case beating against her legs.
“Well, there’s Celeste…”
Michael glanced up in the rearview mirror and shook his head, “Must have forgotten her trumpet…”
“And that’s why I never took up an instrument,” Chance joked, sitting back in his seat. “Too much stuff to carry around.”
Michael chuckled but said nothing as he waited for Celeste and anyone else to catch up with them.
(OOC: I hope this is okay with you, Sheepat, that I went ahead and skipped ahead to the route to school. I imagine that Tin would have loved to come over and help the Anderson's get ready, but I thought that it might be bunnying-ish if I assumed that Tin was over [not to mention, my first post would have been too short for my liking xD]. Really, I have no idea where Tin is currently ^^' BUT I'm looking forward to future interactions! :D)
08-25-2012, 05:45 PM
OOC: Sorry this is a bit late :P
Theodore 'Tin' Karma
Heading to Conifer High
Tin Karma was on the sidewalk, walking. Memories of his life came back to him, of walking home on the last day of school the former summer. Just a few weeks ago he had been at Washington D. C., being questioned by many adults wearing suits. They had asked him questions about if he had hurt anyone. Tin had once injured a bully, who was harassing one of the strange mutant's children, a small boy in elementary school named Tommy. The bully, apparently, was in the hospital for three days, and returned to his school with a broken arm.
No one would say that Tin was necessarily strong, but he was quick. He had used the strings that erupted from his finger pores to wrap the bully into a web, hanging the bully from a tree, then snapped the individual string that held him aloft.
People called Tin, the son of Martin Karma, a freak. He didn't feel that way. Sure, his hair was different, green instead of regular black, ruby eyes instead of brown, but he didn't feel like a freak. He felt responsible for people around him. But he needed to go to school, where hopefully he could watch over the other children.
It was then that Tin realized the bus would leave soon. The antennae on his head twitched, feeling the vibrations of the bus, which was starting to pull in. Tin started running, noticing his 'daughter', Celeste, running to an old, beaten-up Chevy. Her dirty-blond hair whipped around as she ran over to the car. Chance would be in there, probably. And Michael. Maybe a couple of the others. Tin briefly considered joining them, but he didn't want to burden them, not now, on the first day of school. But then again, he needed to get to Conifer High.
Tin ran over to the car, noticing Chance in the passenger seat. He ran over, eventually outrunning Celeste, a smile stretched on his pale yellow face.
“Hey, kids, can I join you?” he asked.
ARP: None that I know of
Martin put his hands on his head, resting on the desk. His eyes begged to close, to sleep. But he needed to get this paperwork done. He looked at the white sheets, made from the trees and pulp that were chopped down and processed in Oregon, then brought here to Conifer to be turned to paper. In fact, there was a factory used for making the sheets nearby, the northernmost building in Conifer. But it wasn't the work that was getting to him.
For the last couple months he had been living with his now-freakish son, Tin. It was all because of that eclipse, and he wasn't sure what to do about it. Help came in the form of his co-worker, Steve. Steve was large, his belly bulging like a balloon, wearing black pants and a white dress shirt. A cup of coffee that had the words 'World's Best Dad' printed around it. Steam rose from the black liquid within.
“Problem, Martin?” Steve asked, smiling.
“Oh,” Steve's smile turned into a frown, as he furrowed his brown eyebrows, thinking. Martin was glad to Steve, one of the only employees in Eucalyptus Papers who was sympathetic to the recent mutations, “What have you come up with?”
“I don't know, Steve,” Martin sighed, “I want Tin to have a normal life, but he insists on calling other kids his 'children.' It's like he's become a parent all of a sudden. I've been thinking of maybe tutoring him, bringing him home.”
“Some parents of mutants have thought of that, Martin,” Steve said, “I think you should see what happens in the first few days of school. Who knows? Maybe Theodore's friends will turn him around.”
“Fat chance, Steve,” Martin mumbled, annoyed, “I saw him the other day, right after he left the Anderson's house. He was tending to a baby bird.”
Steve looked at Martin, trying to read him, until he told Martin to think about what he said, and left the room.
Martin Karma sighed again, then looked at the papers. He took his pen, dabbing it on his tongue to coax out ink, and went back to work.
08-28-2012, 06:20 AM
Felix Blake (with mentions of Daisy Blake)
Home-En route to school-School (Conifer)
Affected RPers: N/A
Felix Blake didn’t know if he should hate or enjoy the first day of class. He wasn’t looking forward to enduring teachers spout one useless fact after, and of course, the homework they would inevitably assign. On the other hand, the summer soccer league had been less-than-challenging and he was looking forward to taking his place on the school team. Felix knew they had a good shot at the gold this time, and was quite excited to start the season.
Deciding this day signified more good than bad, he grabbed his backpack, heavy with the various supplies a student needed. Despite the weight, the teenager effortlessly slung it around his shoulder and headed down the stairs. His heavy steps were muffled slightly by the heavy carpeting, although this not enough to mask his presence.
“Hey, champ, almost ready to go?” his father asked, from the dining room no doubt.
“Almost, just getting a toast,” was the reply, although the two slices of rye bread were neither “toast” nor a single unit. Not that he paid it any attention, opening the white fridge, decorated in an array of magnets, and pulling out a small jar of peanut butter.
When he was a kid, the first day of school was almost a family affair. His mother would make them pancakes or waffles, and all four Blakes would enjoy them together, talking about the year to come. Any fit he could have thrown, a good fluffy pancake would prevent. It had been a long time since the last “family breakfast”…
Felix was dragged from his thoughts by a muffled rendition of “Firework”. It took him a moment to realize this was his phone, one of his better friends, a certain , had texted him. He’d need to set the gadget back to “vibrate” before the first class.
“Alright, heading out!” he exclaimed, pulling the gizmo from his pocket, fingers flying across the tiny keypad. They only stopped when Felix opened the front door, and commenced again when it was closed behind him. His father’s inevitable response was blocked off, although the teenager was too engrossed in his texting to really notice.
He took a few distracted steps before being interrupted by another voice, this one female.
“Oh Felix, I’m glad I caught you,” she sounded a bit sleepy, but otherwise alright.
“Hey sis, what’s up?”
“I’m working the morning shift, and I can drop you off. If you’d like, of course.” That would explain why she was up already. Daisy, as of late, was more a night owl then an early bird.
Now, Felix beamed. Although the bike ride was nice, getting to school extra early would allow him the time to stalk some friends.
“Awesome! Thanks sis!” his tone was noticeably more pleasant it had been with his father.
The traffic was heavier than usual, and it only grew more noticeable as they neared the high school. Felix didn’t care much, he was still ahead of schedule, and the flurry of texts he was getting was more than enough to keep him busy.
“Guess Ford doesn’t make signal lights anymore,” Daisy was sounding both nervous and unimpressed, eyeing a Focus cutting into another lane, sans warning. She was regretting having driven and should probably have taken the bus, knowing this construction was here. Being tired didn’t help matters much either.
Luckily, it didn’t take much longer to reach the school, and after exchanging well wishes for the day, the siblings parted. Felix eyed the various students sprawled around the grounds, most in small clusters, chatting away. He was one of the only ones standing on his own, although that didn’t last very long.
“Yo, Lix!” The blonde turned around, and forced a laugh when he noticed one of his better friends approaching.
“Hey Vin!” It was bizarre seeing Kelvin before the bell, he had made missing chunks of first period routine during the past few years. However, Felix knew the school started cracking down on his poor punctuality and if it didn’t improve this year, he wouldn’t be allowed participate in any sports. Kelvin loved playing for the hockey team, it was a known fact. Putting two and two together was as easy as pie.
They talked for a bit, slowly being joined by a group of their other friends. Some came and left while others stuck around, and thus, the conversation danced between various topics. Having texted with most of these people all summer, there was very little to catch up on.
Felix allowed his gaze to drift over the growing mass of students anew, as if searching for a particular body. It locked onto a large congregation, who seemed to be laughing at something. Unfortunately, he couldn't see exactly what it was, not from his angle...
08-29-2012, 05:19 AM
(OOC: I hope you don't mind me posting again so soon, but I'd really like to see this RP get going ^^)
Chance Ansley & Michael Barret
Conifer Middle School
Michael and Chance waited patiently for Celeste to catch up, but soon realized that someone else was approaching the truck—someone who could run a lot faster than their foster sister. His appearance would have alarmed certain other people—with his green hair, pale yellow skin, and red eyes—but Michael and Chance weren’t affected by it at all. They both waved at the boy warmly as he drew near.
“Hey, Tin,” greeted Michael kindly. “Miss the bus, too?”
“Hey, kids,” their neighbor returned, “can I join you?”
Tin had a peculiar way of speaking to them, but the Anderson’s foster children were quite tolerant of it. After all, they had been affected by the strange occurrences happening in Conifer—with Chance, and all. They understood that the way Tin acted had been a result of a mutation, and could see little harm in it. Tin had grown into a good-hearted kid—caring and compassionate; certainly, he would never hurt a fly.
“Of course,” Michael nodded. Indicating the back (since there was no room in the cab), he invited, “Hop on in.”
“Tin!” Celeste breathed as she caught up to them. She leaned over on her knees a moment to catch her breath, then smiled at Tin. “Missed the bus too, huh?” Turning to the older boys, she sighed, “Boy, am I glad to see you guys!”
“Oh, hey,” Chance poked his hairy head out the window. “It’s Celeste. Didn’t see ya there, yer highness,” he grinned impishly as he started pretending he hadn’t noticed Celeste earlier.
“Is there something we can help you with, miss?” Michael played along, acting oblivious.
The tween scrunched her nose at the teenagers before jutting her chin out defiantly. “Why yes,” she raised her voice to a ‘royal’ tone. “Would you commoners be so kind as to give a lady a chariot ride to her destination?”
“Oooh,” Michael winced, glancing over his shoulder at the bed of his truck. Shaking his head sympathetically, he replied, “Not sure if we have enough room in the back for you or your heralding horn, your majesty. Tin’s already got dibs.”
Scowling, Celeste picked up her instrument and shoved it in Michael’s direction—missing, but gaining a few laughs. Though she fought against it, an amused grin spread across her lips. “Then by royal decree, I order you to make room!”
“A royal decree!” Michael looked shocked.
“Oh, that sounds serious!” Chance pretended to sound worried. “You better give her a ride, Michael.”
“You poop-heads,” Celeste rolled her eyes as she smiled. To their neighbor, she joked, “Tin, you should give these ruffians a thorough scolding for their atrocious behavior. We’re going to be late for school!”
She giggled before tossing her trumpet case into the back of truck. Chance chuckled softly, shaking his head at the girl. Though she was only around 12, she spent a lot of time in books—particularly fantasy reads. As a result, her vocabulary was a little more advance than her classmates, and her pride a little higher than normal. Since she was small, the Andersons treated her like a real princess, and the nicknames and habits stuck even while the spoiling was cut back on.
Celeste hopped into the back, and after they waited for Tin to get on board Michael slowly eased the old Chevy back into the streets. Chance slid the back window open so they could hear and talk to the two middle-schoolers in the back. The old piece of glass was stubborn—of course—but so was everything else in that old truck. The brunette teenager hoped the cops wouldn’t pull them over for having people riding in the back. It was a common thing on a school day in Conifer, of course, but that didn’t make it all that legal. Still, they didn’t have a lot of other choices. They certainly weren’t going to make Celeste and Tin walk the rest of the way to school.
Michael’s eyes darted to the clock. It was a few minutes off, but he knew that they were still running a little late for school. Fortunately, the middle school wasn’t too far from the high school. Dropping off Tin and Celeste shouldn’t put them too far behind schedule. Not that Michael was worried; he could care less whether or not he made it on time—but Chance did. The black-haired youth simply wanted to minimize any worries his foster brother might have. Good thing Chance wasn’t watching the clock—he seemed content to watch the passing traffic or chat with Celeste and Tin. He seemed much more at ease since Michael proposed a plan.
“Do you got plans after school?” Chance suddenly asked Michael, catching him by surprise.
Michael frowned. “I was going to hit the skate park, if I had the time. Why?”
“Are you taking the truck?” his question was ignored.
“I was planning on it,” the teen shrugged, glancing at his passenger for a brief second. “Do you need it for something?”
“Yeah, I, uh,” Chance scratched the back of his head, as he always did when feeling sheepish. “I need to stay after school for something.”
“For what?” an eyebrow was raised.
“Well, I signed up to be a tutor this year.”
“You?” both eyebrows were raised now as Michael did a double take. “A tutor?”
“Why not?” Chance shrugged, trying to be indifferent.
“‘Why?’’s more like the question.”
“I just figured that I could be a good tutor. Help people out, and stuff.”
“No offense, but… You’re not exactly a straight-A student.”
Chance winced, but countered, “No, but… I’ve never flunked a class before, though. And I hardly ever get anything below a B minus.”
Michael’s frown deepened, but he didn’t argue any further. He sensed that there was more to this tutor business then Chance was letting on, but he wouldn’t say anything. Let Chance do his own thing, he figured. It really wasn’t any of his business. He just hoped that Chance would be able to deal with it. Being a tutor could potential be… rather stressful.
Traffic was getting more and more congested as the kids approached school, but that was to be expected. Michael navigated the streets calmly, despite the recklessness of the other drivers. Mrs. Anderson often commented on how responsible a driver the teen could be—although, she might disapprove of the kids riding in the bed of the truck. Still, Michael was safe, and the kids in the back knew how to lay low. Pretty soon, they were pulling up to the front of the middle school.
“All right,” Michael announced as the Chevy slowed to a stop. “We’ve arrived at yon destination, fair lady.”
Celeste rolled her blue eyes once more before grabbing her trumpet case and standing. “I thank thee, good knights,” she curtsied to them extravagantly, glancing Tin’s way with a giggle. “Let’s get going, Tin!”
“Have a good day at school, guys,” Chance waved at them, but nodded to Tin especially. In that simple nod, he was also wishing the boy good luck. The two of them—as mutants—were going to have an interesting first day back at school. Of course, there was a difference. Tin was a known mutant; he had been to Washington D.C. and back, and everyone in Conifer (or, rather, the U.S.) knew what he was, and they would treat him much differently. Chance, however, was not known; he was going to fight to keep it a secret from everybody else. He didn’t know how he would manage it, but he didn’t even want to imagine what would happen to him if the agents found him…
“Keep an eye out for Celeste for us, will ya Tin?” Michael added his own salute. “Make sure she doesn’t miss the bus again.”
(OOC: On another note, I've been considering making a SU for a minor character--Chance's crush Alyssa Wolff. Since I'd like to avoid double posting in the SU thread, I might just edit my last post there ^^)
08-29-2012, 11:53 PM
OOC: I just realized, Charmander, that Chance's foster dad is 'Mr. Anderson.' Is Conifer secretly an illusion by robots?
Theodore 'Tin' Karma
Conifer Middle School
“I thank thee, good knights,” Celeste curtsied magnificently, then giggled, “Let's get going Tin!”
“Coming,” Tin whispered, walking out. The entire trip had been a mockery of king Arthur's days, and sometimes it got to loud. Tin almost felt the need to scold them. But no, it was the first day of school. Of course they were excited, what with all the happy yelling, and the parody.
As Tin walked out, Chance nodded a good luck, Michael saying to look after Celeste. It was time. As Tin walked up the stairs into the building, he felt a rush of memories, of Washington D. C....
The room was cold, as all buildings are in the summer. The cold of indoors beckoned to people outside, seeming to say “Come to me, I will cloak you in relief.” Not that it was particularly hot today, only very humid. It was nice to Tin, and it made him sad to leave the warmth of the sun. He was dressed in nice clothes, a green bow tie that didn't really fit that well. He was seated on a simple armchair, comfortable but making him feel like sinking. In front of him was a desk, and around him, sitting in their own chairs, were the politicians. Security guards stood there, looking at the odd boy, the one whose eyes glimmered ruby.
“Mr. Karma,” a large politician with white hair said, “Is it true you broke a boy's arm a couple months ago, near the beginning of summer?”
“Yes, sir,” Tin said, his voice barely quavering, “He was bullying Tommy, one of my children.”
There it was, another murmur. More shifting in the seats. The media looked at one another, some scribbling in their journal. They always did this when Tin mentioned his children. He didn't really know why, maybe it was because adults usually associated a child being, well, a child.
“This boy you assaulted,” he looked a paper in his hands, reading it, “Obadiah Bone, he was in the hospital for what? Three weeks?”
“Three days,” another politician from the other side of the room said, standing up. The man was tall, young, not like the older man who was blabbing about assault, “Three days, Jefferson. Obadiah Bone was harassing a certain Thomas Lowell, and Mr. Karma here defended Mr. Lowell.”
The man next to the young politician, shook his head, his arms crossed. Noticing, the young politician sat back down, while Jefferson asked another question.
“Mr. Karma, how do other kids interact with you?”
Suddenly the bell rang, waking Tin up from his memories. He looked at his schedule. Math. His mind raced, trying to remember the room. Maybe he could ask Celeste, like he always had last year...
No, he wasn't a child anymore. He was 13, easily old enough to find his way around the building. Tin noticed he was being tailed. Turning around, he saw Obadiah Bone, the kid whose arm had been broken, casually walking a small ways away from him. Obadiah smiled, the smile seeming to belong to a shark. But Bone kept his distance. He had already tried to deal with Tin. But the large kid would be back. Back with friends. Tin shuddered a bit, then found the door to math, and went inside.
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