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Post by wolf on Dec 30, 2013 23:06:16 GMT
Yes they do :3 So maybe the scientist that created the original group of them is trying to kill them off because they are growing too powerful for him to control and now Jaxxon and Rhett are the only two left~
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Post by shades on Dec 31, 2013 1:31:02 GMT
{ sounds good to me!  }
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Post by wolf on Dec 31, 2013 1:41:20 GMT
Okay so I think we should place them in the woods and they're trying to find the scientist's hideout while not getting killed. Ohhh and the scientist should send his other little creations to try to kill them off every once in a while. You want me to start?
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Post by shades on Dec 31, 2013 2:18:43 GMT
{ I can start if you want me too. c: }
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Post by wolf on Dec 31, 2013 2:21:24 GMT
If you want! <3
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Post by shades on Dec 31, 2013 2:47:21 GMT
{ I tried writing one, I have no idea. You start! XD }
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Post by wolf on Dec 31, 2013 2:50:44 GMT
Okay~ Give me a minute c:
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Post by wolf on Dec 31, 2013 3:05:37 GMT
Ten. There had been ten of them- all powerful and well equipped with abilities that made them stronger than any mortal could even imagine. They had thought they were invincible. They had thought wrong. Let me rewind for a moment: A few months ago, they had all been shoved in cages and didn't even know what sunlight was except for rumors based on the untrustworthy words of the workers in the lab. Frequently they were let out and a particular scientist by the name of Dr. Mason would test their abilities, admiring them and tweaking them to perfection. They ware his project and his pride and joy. The thing was that with every procedure he preformed on them, the more ticked off the teenagers became. And it was during this time that a leader had emerged among them. Jaxxon Knight. The gorgeous vixen with a snake's tongue and feral eyes and the toughest of souls. She had decided it was time to fight back. And boy, did they fight. Dr. Mason would not forget the rebellion for as long as the bastard lived.
Freedom. They had had a taste of it; the ten of them roamed the open wilderness in the search of a new beginning. How blissfully ignorant they had been. Then the other supernaturals came- with a vow for blood. Dr. Mason's newest passions sent out to destroy what he had deemed 'The Failures'. In reality, they had grown to strong for him to control and they had to be exterminated. One by one, they were hunted down and slowly killed off. They fought hard and long, but the weakest had perished.
Now Jaxxon roamed the dense woods with a sole boy at her side. Of course it had to be this boy. The one happy go lucky little idiot that she hadn't liked from the beginning. She had expected him to die earlier, but alas he didn't. Lucky for him the kid was equipped with powers that were just as kick ass as her own. He didn't deserve them. The brunette moved gracefully through the fallen leaves, trying to focus her brown gaze ahead and not be so irritated with the person she was forced to have as her company. His breathing bothered her. What probably made it worse was that she knew she needed him to survive. She hated depended on someone- not that she would ever let him know she cared somewhat about his survival. Nope. She was perfectly content with him thinking she hated him. Might make him fight harder to destroy Dr. Mason and his new experiments.
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Post by shades on Dec 31, 2013 5:12:38 GMT
Rhett Brandt ; ; Rhett was a smart-ass, he’ll admit to it internally. Externally he’ll merely smile cheekily and give a wink, sliding away from the young woman. God, her of all people; it wasn’t that he didn’t like her—but she had fallen in a hole at some point in the beginning he wouldn‘t object to it. She didn’t like him, and thus, came the rivalry of attention. Who got the last word, who’s sarcasm was more poisonous, laughing if someone got snagged on a branch and was having trouble to clear away the brambles to get to it and ended up needing help—hey! Don’t look at Rhett, those twigs were sharp, and ruthless; like Jaxxon’s personality.
But let’s not go there.
He understands it’s a cycle. Wandering through the woods, bickering back and forth, him trying to remain positive as they were the last two. And god, she’s more mad at the idea of being with him than she is with loosing the others. Rhett had mourned, but even he knew that they had to continue forward. His arms swinging back and forth idly, a silent whistle on his pink lips which dared not travel any farther than his mind—instead he hummed needlessly. He was a pace behind Jaxxon, watching over her shoulder for anything ahead, watching over his own shoulder for anything behind. His poison green eyes careful, bright, and still trying to make sense of the world.
Because that’s how he thinks. Trying to make sense of evil things and why they are corrupt. It was like the theory of relativity, except it was the theory to the world. His mind spaced as Rhett looked once again over his shoulder, practically stumbling into Jaxxon as he took an unnecessary step into a root and flung himself forward trying to remain balanced, trying not to make a sound louder than the birds chirping in the trees. Rhett’s tussled hair bounced as his pale and lightly freckled hands trembled, before steadying himself upright. “I’m okay.” He muttered, as though she would listen for his well-being—when in reality he was just waiting for her to comment about his clumsiness and how he ’stomps around like an elephant’; or how he needs a haircut. Rhett doesn’t know, just that the retort was coming.
Like it always did, like he wasn’t the last person she had to tolerate and her patience was wearing thin. |
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Post by wolf on Dec 31, 2013 20:43:34 GMT
Her concentration snapped just as the ruffle of leaves and heavy footfalls sounded in her ear. She felt a whoosh of air swirl around her, causing her hair to lift at the ends. The girl stopped in her tracks, fists clenching and deep eyes closing. She was going to kill him. Because clearly he didn't want to live. Either his goal was to attract the attention of every leaving creature in this forest or get on her nerves to the point that she would cave and just snap his neck. Jaxxon guessed it was a healthy mixture of both. She blew out a breath through parted lips, though she found that it did nothing to sooth her irritation.
The brunette whipped around, her gaze searing into Rhett- narrow and dangerous. "Are you going to be okay when your heart gets ripped from your annoying ass chest? Keep stomping around like an blind idiot and I have a very strong sense that that is in your future." Her voice wasn't elevated, nor was it hissed through gritted teeth. The thing about Jaxxon was that she was intense. Her words were straightforward and her tone was matter of fact, with no sound of anger. Perhaps that was why she was so intimidating- her anger was silent. You didn't know what level of viciousness lye behind those gorgeous eyes.
Her gaze lingered on the boy before she rolled her eyes and peered around the sky. The sun was beginning to fall back towards the horizon and she felt her strength growing as more shadows began to coat the land. Darkness- she thrived in it. Still, it was a time were they would be most vulnerable to both nature and other supernaturals. They would need food and shelter.
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