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[size="2"][font="Lucida Sans Unicode"][b]Name:[/b] Philip "Phil" Tennant, known to some members of the supernatural community as "He Who Walks Among Us" [b]Age:[/b] 29 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance: [/b]Phil stands at just under 6 feet tall, with a mop of light brown hair and icy blue eyes. He is fairly well-built, broad-shouldered and muscular, and usually wears a brown, red or blue plaid shirt with the long sleeves rolled up, often with a plain dark or lighter-coloured patterned t-shirt underneath, a pair of slim-fitting dark blue jeans and a pair of scuffed black Doc Martens. When out on field work, he will usually wear a black jacket with a high collar and a number of pockets. He has a couple of pieces of jewellery which he wears, too, particularly a small arrowhead-shaped metal pendant with black obsidian sunk into the metal on a long leather thong around his neck, and a tungsten-and-silver ring on his right ring finger. He also has a black leather strap around his left wrist which serves no other purpose than to be aesthetically pleasing. [b]Personality:[/b] Phil's therapist tells him that much of his personality is used to mask the psychological trauma he suffered at a young age, but he usually replies that he's ok with that. He has something of an addictive personality, often indulging in gambling, drinking and smoking but drawing the line at drugs, and enjoys a rather hedonistic lifestyle. He is also a big exponent of dry British humour, sometimes relying on it a little too much, and enjoys the bonhomie of the Elite team. However, this fun-loving, fun-making exterior disguises a tormented soul, someone with a great weight on his mind. [b]PIT History:[/b] Having been a friend of Zach's for a number of years, Phil was a founding member of PIT. Unlike Zach, however, Phil chooses to sit out of most Rookie cases, instead concerning himself with a number of personal side projects, usually in order to earn a little extra money on the side. [b]Powers/Talents:[/b] Ever since he was hit by a car at the age of 10, and was declared medically dead for four minutes before suddenly reviving, Phil has been especially in touch with the dead. He can see ghosts, even the ones who normally cloak themselves from the human eyes, and talk with them. Through hard work and lots of practice, he's also something of an expert in ghostly exorcisms (as opposed to the demonic ones), and can even touch the more fully-formed ghosts. Mostly through luck, Phil has gained something of a reputation throughout the ghostly community, with a nickname being created for him: "He Who Walks Among Us". Different ghosts react to this in different ways: some seek him out so he can help them pass on; others more attached to this world despise him; and many are simply afraid of him. In general, however, Phil feels no ill will towards ghosts, usually just wanting to help them pass on. However, when it comes to the corporeal side of things, he can only rely on the knowledge and skills he has gained from his years in paranormal research to carry out his investigations. [b]First Paranormal Experience:[/b] Phil's first experience with the supernatural was during his death at age 10. As he flatlined on the Emergency Room gurney, he suddenly found himself staring at his bloodied, broken and battered body, surrounded by doctors and nurses. But more than that, the room was filled with people who hadn't been there while he was in his own body, more doctors, nurses and patients, all with a sad look on their faces as they looked at him. It took him a number of years and countless hours of therapy to understand what this experience was, finally realising that the other people were ghosts of men and women who had died in that emergency room over the years. However, instead of becoming one of these mournful, wandering dead, his spirit suddenly snapped back into his medically-dead body, and revived it. But, to his surprise, he could still see the ghosts in the Emergency room. To this day, he still has no idea how or why this happened, but he continues to try to find a reason. After months of expensive physical rehab and years of psych therapy, Phil began to understand and research elements of the paranormal, until he began practicing and performing exorcisms around the age of nineteen. It was through these exorcisms that he met Zachary Cherub.[/font][/size]

[size="2"][font="Lucida Sans Unicode"]I've been reasonably fortunate with my teachers, in that I managed to be taught by mostly the good teachers at my schools. However, when I was 11 I had a Religious Studies teacher who asked us to draw what we thought God looked like, and I got thrown out of class for drawing him on a motorbike, which I thought was intensely unfair. Interestingly, one of my lecturers for first year Film Studies had the dullest teaching style, reading out from a textbook in a monotone, expecting us to write notes about everything he was saying. We really weren't impressed by him, until we got a little further through the course and realised that he'd actually drawn a short straw, and the module he was teaching us was a bit of a nothing subject, and some second years told us that when he's teaching something he actually engages with he's a fantastic teacher.[/font][/size]

[size="2"][font="Lucida Sans Unicode"] [b]"Disengage live fire!"[/b] shouted Alex, the machine guns ceasing fire and retracting into the ceiling of the training room at his words. He stepped onto the floor, his outdoor clothes replaced by a sleeveless black t-shirt, a pair of black combat trousers and scuffed boots. [b]"You're no fun, boss,"[/b] said Natalie, a little breathless as she extinguished the roaring flame she held in her hands. Peter materialised next to her and nodded in agreement. Alex smiled and moved further into the centre of the arena. [b]"If you can beat me, you can have the live fire back,"[/b] he replied, flexing his knuckles. [b]"Two against one? Little unfair, don't you think?"[/b] smirked Peter, twirling a pistol around his finger. [b]"Maybe,"[/b] replied Alex, [b]"Shall we get the rest of the team in here to help you two out? No guns, just abilities. First to draw blood wins."[/b] [b]"Sounds good to me,"[/b] said Natalie, a devilish look crossing her face, pulling her gun out of the back of her jeans, flicking the safety on and tossing the weapon to the side of the arena. Peter did the same, and Alex nodded. Natalie lit a match with a flick, then dropped the tiny ball of flame into the palm of her hand, where it grew exponentially until both her hands were engulfed in flames. A buzzer sounded, and Alex immediately flicked his hand and sent Natalie to the floor as Peter disappeared. He then rolled to avoid Peter's reappearance and first attack, his leg just missing Alex's face. Alex shot a hand out, but just missed the leg as Peter vanished again, and ducked immediately as a fireball flew past his head, so close that it singed a few of the hairs on the side of his head. The stench of burnt hair filled his nostrils as he moved, his legs suddenly disappearing from under him as Peter reappeared with a leg-sweep. He hit the ground hard, but reached a hand out and caught Peter the moment before he shifted again. The Shifter tumbled through the air and collided with his teammate as she prepared another fireball. Alex jumped to his feet, grabbed a crate from the other side of the arena and pulled it towards himself, letting it hover in the air in front of him. He felt a wave of heat on the other side as Natalie sent a cascade of flame at him, but it left him defenseless as Peter attacked him from behind again, knocking him to the floor and breaking his concentration, causing the crate to drop to the floor and shatter. [b]"Alright, let's finish this!"[/b] he said as he clambered to his feet again, running into the centre of the circle of broken wood, lifting each piece of wooden shrapnel from the floor to hover around him, then sent them flying outwards in every direction, Peter shifting to avoid the flying shards, and Natalie quickly forming a wall of flame in front of her, burning the small chunks down to ash as they collided. [b]"Clever, big man,"[/b] shouted Natalie with a slightly manic laugh, [b]"But not quite clever enough!"[/b] With a thrust of her hands, she sent the wall of flame towards Alex, who crouched and threw up a shield around himself, which protected him from the brunt of the damage, but the heat crept through the shield and caused Alex to grimace, in discomfort rather than pain. The flame eventually dissipated, and Peter appeared in front of the crouching Pusher, fist raised and ready to land the winning blow. As the fist came towards Alex, however, he moved out of the crouch with lightning reflexes, a previously-concealed shard of the wooden crate in his hand, and drew it quickly and sharply across Peter's knuckles, the sharp splinters scraping a layer of skin away and drawing blood. Not much, but enough blood for Alex to win. The buzzer sounded again, and Alex dropped his makeshift weapon and slapped Peter on the back. [b]"Better luck next time, rookies,"[/b] he gloated, [b]"Now get cleaned up. Meeting room, ten minutes."[/b] --- Ten minutes later, the ragtag team of soldiers were gathered in the meeting room, seated around a long table with Alex stood at the head, a bunch of folders in front of him. [b]"First of all, I appreciate you being here. We all want the same thing, and it means a lot that you're all by my side to make this happen. As you know, Second Sight is a multinational corporation, with headquarters in at least twelve major cities around the globe. There's no way we can take them all down at once, but their major base of operations is right here in New York City. If we can take them down, it will create a power vacuum and the possibility of the whole corporation tearing itself apart in a power struggle. I know risking your lives for a possibility seems insane, but the destruction of the entire corporation is a long-term goal. First, we need to take down the North American branch of Second Sight - we've discovered the location of their New York headquarters, and that's where we need to strike. However, we need to carry out some recon on it first, discover any security weaknesses and any other information we can get. Timothy, you'll be in charge of ensuring that you're not discovered. Kain and Patrick will go with you, I need you to create a convincing illusion around the three of you so you can infiltrate the building, and get into the security office. Try not to hurt anyone, but if you have to then you'll have to take the initiative. Just make sure you aren't caught, we can't afford to let them know how detailed our information is."[/b] He slid a folder over to Kain, who flipped it open and looked through the sheets of paper and photographs within. [b]"Is there any way to avoid their Seers?"[/b] he asked. [b]"Seers are going to be our main problem,"[/b] replied Alex, [b]"Second Sight have at least a dozen Seers working for them, but it takes time for them to correlate all the visions they have to create a totally accurate picture of the future. I'm telling you the plan at as late a stage as possible, and you're going to be going in quickly in order to minimise the amount of predictability around you. It's not going to be easy, but you have to think like a Seer, and try not to make decisions until the very last second. If they can predict the future, the only way to get around them is to be unpredictable. That's one of the main reasons Patrick is going with you - he can help you see as a Seer does."[/b] [b]"What about the rest of us?"[/b] asked Lucas, lighting up a cigarette and puffing away, the clouds of smoke being removed almost instantly by the Hub's efficient ventilation system. [b]"We have information that suggests a very important convoy will be arriving downtown tonight. Weapons and research,"[/b] he said, tossing another file over to the others, [b]"And with the amount of security surrounding it, we can bet it's something new, and something dangerous. It's due to arrive at a warehouse just outside Greenwich village at 2300 hours. We need to monitor it, and if we discover it's something dangerous, then we attack the convoy and destroy it. That's why I'm taking the heavy hitters with us: Peter, Natalie and Lucas, you'll be with me."[/b] [b]"What kind of security are we looking at?"[/b] asked Lucas, flicking some ash from the end of his cigarette into a glass ashtray placed in front of him. [b]"At least three armoured cars protecting a reinforced-steel truck which we believe contains the new weapon. Somewhere in the region of two dozen heavily armed footsoldiers and a number of armed and dangerous Psychs, too. At least one Seer, whom we can safely assume will have a retinue of at least a Thinker, a Pusher and a Stitcher. If we need to attack, we go for the Stitcher and the Seer simultaneously, that way they can't predict any of our other attacks, and they can't heal themselves. I realise there's a lot of uncertainty, but Second Sight are so damn cautious it's difficult to know exactly what to expect. There's a relatively low level of risk in these first assignments, but they'll pay off if we pull them off. At least for now, we have the element of surprise. They can't tell what's going on in here, so they can only See what we're actually going to do, not what we're planning. So we need to move as quickly and as unpredictably as possible, to keep them guessing. Go get ready, we need to be armed and ready for combat. We move out in five minutes."[/b] --- ooc: Alright, we're moving properly now. I'll be sending out individual messages to people to give some further information about the assignments in order for everything to synch up, but they won't be ready to send out until tomorrow. Hope you're all able to continue, hopefully this should be fun.[/font][/size]

[size="2"][font="Lucida Sans Unicode"]Nothing wrong with it at all, please don't worry. I was waiting on other people to post, but if there's nothing new up by tomorrow (Monday) then I'll start the next section of the story. It should be a good'un, so the RP can get started properly soon.[/font][/size]

[size="2"][font="Lucida Sans Unicode"]****ing swearing in front of ****ing kids.[/font][/size]

[font="Lucida Sans Unicode"][center][u][b]The Hub: Second Sight Backstage[/u][/b] [i][size="2"][b]"Welcome to the Hub,"[/b] said Alex with a smile, [b]"As you can see, I've been pretty busy for the past year. You each have a room and a separate bathroom upstairs, there's a shooting range and a gym downstairs, holding cells and interrogation rooms in the basement, a kitchen, a recreation room, and right now you're standing in the Information Centre. We have links to all major television and internet news networks, as well as direct secure lines to almost every world government and security agency. I've had an independent Tracker and a Thinker in to set up a psychic field around this place to make sure that as long as we're here, Second Sight can't find us..."[/size][/i][/b] --- Welcome to the Hub indeed. This is the Backstage thread for [b]Second Sight[/b], please feel free to post any comments, questions and discussions about the RP in here, as well as any extra information you wish the rest of us to know. If you have any questions, I will endeavour to answer them as quickly and in as much detail as possible.[/center][/font]

[size="2"][font="Lucida Sans Unicode"]The drive back to the temporary safehouse was short, but Alex was feeling uneasy the whole time: being told you're going to die will do that to a man. Patrick sat in relative silence, occasionally flipping open his Bible and scribbling something on the pages, and Alex's thoughts couldn't help but linger on what the Seer had told him. Often, the best way to deal with a Seer's bad news was to ignore it, push it to the back of your mind and not dwell on it. But Patrick's visions had never been quite as morbid as this one, or at the very least he chose not to share them if they had been. [b]"One thing's been bugging me,"[/b] said Patrick, out of nowhere. Alex was snapped out of his daze, blinked a few times and looked to his comrade. [b]"What's that?"[/b] he replied, fearing he knew the answer to his own question. [b]"I don't normally look back. Doesn't seem much point when I can see what's coming, but I've been thinking about Siberia,"[/b] he said. Alex shuddered a little with the memory of what happened in the frozen wastelands of the Altai Mountains, but tried to forget it for the sake of his friend. [b]"You're wondering how they managed to attack us. How they got around your visions, blocked you from seeing that particular moment of the future,"[/b] said Alex, then, seeing Patrick's raised eyebrow, added [b]"You don't need to be a Seer or a Thinker to work that out. It's the one detail I can't figure out, and the one thing which concerns me about what we're going to do."[/b] [b]"The one thing?" "The main thing, then,"[/b] replied Alex with a small laugh, [b]"Hang on, we're almost there."[/b] Alex pulled the car up outside a modest suburban house, opened the door and got out, with Patrick following him up to the house, and around the side to the back door. He unlocked the door with his key, pulled the handle down and pushed the door open, only to be greeted with a handgun pointed directly into his face. [b]"It's just us, Lucas,"[/b] he said, holding his hands up in the universal gesture of peace. [b]"Prove it,"[/b] said Lucas, maintaining his aim. Alex sighed, rolled his eyes and flicked his hand in a beckoning gesture. The weapon flew out of Lucas' hand and into his, at which point he placed it down on the kitchen counter, then returned his hands to their previous position. [b]"Proof enough?"[/b] he asked, and Lucas nodded, moving to one side to allow him into the kitchen. Alex moved through the kitchen and into the hall as Patrick shoook hands with his team-mates. Natalie emerged from the living room and looked down into the kitchen. [b]"You found him, then?"[/b] she asked, and Alex nodded, [b]"Where's Peter?"[/b] [b]"He's gone on ahead. Grab your stuff, we're moving out as soon as we have everything we need,"[/b] he said, heading up the stairs. [b]"Moving out? Where are we going?"[/b] [b]"Come on, Natalie. You didn't think we were going to stay in a house, did you? I've got somewhere a little bit safer than this."[/b] He smiled, and ran up the stairs to gather his things. --- Fifteen minutes later, the six of them were gathered in the kitchen, their bags packed and their weapons ready. Alex looked at his watch, tapping it a couple of times and then looking up as Peter materialized in the room with a rush of air. [b]"Hello, shiny happy people,"[/b] he said, a wide grin across his face, [b]"Are we ready for Chiasmus travel?"[/b] [b]"Get on with it, Peter,"[/b] sighed Natalie, grabbing onto his shoulder with one hand while holding her black carry-on bag in the other. The others grabbed onto him, and a moment later they materialized in a new location. The group broke apart, each of them feeling a little dazed other than Peter, and took a moment for themselves before looking at their surroundings. They were in a large, circular room, the ceiling maybe eight stories above them. The complex was entirely windowless, lit entirely by electric lights placed at various points around the concrete walls. A slender central column rose to around ten feet from the floor, with computer consoles attached to the column. A large bank of monitors covered one wall, showing news footage, tracking programmes and other information sources, and a metal spiral staircase led up to a second level made up of a small kitchen and several rooms with sliding doors. The group looked around their new location, apparently impressed by their surroundings. [b]"Welcome to the Hub,"[/b] said Alex with a smile, [b]"As you can see, I've been pretty busy for the past year. You each have a room and a separate bathroom upstairs, there's a shooting range and a gym downstairs, holding cells and interrogation rooms in the basement, a kitchen, a recreation room, and right now you're standing in the Information Centre. We have links to all major television and internet news networks, as well as direct secure lines to almost every world government and security agency. I've had an independent Tracker and a Thinker in to set up a psychic field around this place to make sure that as long as we're here, Second Sight can't find us, however, Kain and Timothy, if you wish then please feel free to add your own special touches to this field, I want it as strong as possible."[/b] [b]"This is impressive, Alex,"[/b] said Timothy, [b]"However, I will take you up on your offer and attempt to improve the psychic protection. Our chances of survival will be much greater if we cannot be found."[/b] [b]"Absolutely,"[/b] replied Alex, slapping him on the shoulder, and heading up the spiral staircase to his office. Once inside, he looked through the large window down at his team making themselves very much at home. He smiled, but the niggling feeling of doubt at the back of his mind was beginning to grow... --- Have fun exploring your new surroundings! Also, the Backstage thread is now up for any questions, comments or discussion you may have - just [url="http://www.otakuboards.com/index.php?/topic/44403-the-hub-second-sight-backstage/"][b]click here[/b][/url][/font][/size]

[size="2"][font="Lucida Sans Unicode"]I play bass, guitar and saxophone (I'm better at two of them than the other, guess which is which!), but there are no videos of me doing it anywhere. However, my other hobby is available on YouTube, albeit in a terrible, terrible video. [b]WARNING: SOME STRONG LANGUAGE, NOT SAFE FOR WORK OR SMALL CHILDREN![/b] [youtube]3ior63rSN3M[/youtube] I am currently a jobbing stand-up comedian, working my way around the London open mic circuit. This video is in no way representative of my work, it was a new material night and the crowd were...not that great, but you can see some of my material in here. Hopefully there will be some more of my work floating around at some point, at which moment I will post it here, but until then enjoy![/font][/size]

[size="2"][font="Lucida Sans Unicode"]The car reappeared with a burst of air, in the middle of a barren field, a few wiry shrubs poking out of the dust at various places. The dust that the reappearance threw up settled around the now-filthy car, and the drivers' side door creaked open. Alex stumbled out, breathing heavily, feeling a little nauseous. [b]"I'd forgotten what that feels like,"[/b] he groaned, leaning on the front of the car with both hands and taking a few deep breaths. Peter jumped out of the car, looking much healthier and happier than his friend. [b]"Yeah, it's a bit tricky if you haven't done it for a while,"[/b] Peter replied, patting his friend on the back, [b]"Besides, I think I may have misjudged things slightly. This doesn't look right."[/b] Alex looked around, the feeling of nausea slowly disappearing as he breathed deeply. There was nothing around for miles, except a cloud of dust a few miles away and getting closer. He shaded his eyes from the sun with a hand and squinted towards the billowing cloud, seeing vague shapes within it. [b]"Peter!"[/b] Alex called, and Peter came around the car to stand next to him, [b]"What does that look like to you?"[/b] [b]"Hard to tell,"[/b] replied Peter, squinting, [b]"But it's a little too much of a coincidence for my money."[/b] [b]"Second Sight,"[/b] whispered Alex, [b]"They must have a Tracker with them, and a good one at that. They'll keep finding us if we don't do anything, so fancy sending them a message?"[/b] [b]"Fancy it? I'd thoroughly enjoy it,"[/b] replied Peter, flexing his knuckles. --- [b]"Target vehicle sighted,"[/b] the soldier in the passenger seat of the lead hummvee said into the radio clipped to his chest, [b]"No sign of hostiles, suggest they have abandoned the vehicle."[/b] [b]"Where are those fuckers?"[/b] spat the driver, squinting into the distance. [b]"Language, boys, please,"[/b] responded an unfamiliar voice from the back of the vehicle. The two soldiers in the front turned around to see Peter casually reclining on the back seat, aiming his pistol towards the front seats. The soldier in the passenger seat panicked and fumbled for his rifle, but before he could grab it properly there was a bullet in his throat, sending blood splattering across the windscreen. The driver swerved, slamming his foot on the brake, then immediately turning to face...nothing. --- Alex stood directly in the path of the two hummvees, unarmed but unafraid. He watched as Peter worked his magic, teleporting the two soldiers from the backseat of the front vehicle onto the side of the road. With a flick of the wrist, Alex threw one of them hard into the other, knocking both soldiers out cold. A blood splatter covered the windscreen of the lead hummvee, causing the driver to swerve off the dirt road as Peter reappeared at Alex's side, firing two shots into the front wheels of the vehicle. [b]"My turn,"[/b] said Alex with a grim smile, facing down the second hummvee. He briefly saw a glimpse of the driver's face as he hurled a telekinetic pulse upwards from the front of the vehicle, flipping it end over end. Alex ran up to the overturned vehicle and yanked the drivers' side door off it's hinges with a thrust of his hand, and dragged the driver out by the scruff of his neck, hauling the bruised and bloodied soldier to his feet and slamming him against the side of the vehicle. [b]"Where is he?"[/b] he snarled into the soldier's face. [b]"Wh...who?"[/b] spluttered the soldier through a mouthful of blood and teeth. Alex angrily slammed the man back against the side of the hummvee. [b]"The Tracker! Where is he?"[/b] The soldier shook his head, and Alex hurled the man away, sending him skidding across the ground, coming to rest at Peter's feet. Alex looked into the vehicle, and saw a bloodied but angry man attempting to crawl out of the door on the other side. Alex reached in and grabbed him by the ankle, dragging him out of the wreckage, and landing a punch into the Tracker's face. He hauled him to his feet and looked into his eyes. Blood was running from the Tracker's nose, and a deep gash across his forehead, and bruises covered his face. [b]"Not looking too happy there, fella,"[/b] said Peter, appearing at Alex's side, leaving the bloody scene of destruction he had created behind him, [b]"Is there some kind of problem here?"[/b] [b]"You...you won't get away. We can find you wherever you go..."[/b] the Tracker spluttered. [b]"We're not trying to get away,"[/b] replied Alex, [b]"We're coming for you, and we're coming for you hard. Why don't you take that back to your superiors?"[/b] Alex let go of the Tracker's jacket, and turned to head back to the car, with Peter following him. [b]"You really think you can take Second Sight down?"[/b] shouted the soldier, [b]"We can destroy you!"[/b] [b]"I was hoping he'd say that,"[/b] murmured Alex, not looking back. He nodded to Peter, who turned and fired a single shot into the Tracker's stomach, knocking him bleeding to the floor. It wouldn't kill him for a while, but there was no way he was getting back to any kind of civilisation before he bled out. Alex gestured, raising the radios from each soldier in the convoy from his belt, and with a clench of his fist, crushed them all. [b]"Let's go find Patrick,"[/b] he said to Peter as they got in the car, and Peter nodded. A moment later the car vanished once again. --- This is just a little filler to keep the flow going until Darren has a chance to post. Loving the posts so far, people![/font][/size]

[size="3"][font="Lucida Sans Unicode"][u][b][center]Second Sight New York[/center][/b][/u][/font][/size] [size="2"][font="Lucida Sans Unicode"]The scruffy-looking man walked quickly and purposefully across the square, beanie hat pulled firmly down over his unruly locks, eyes darting back and forth, constantly surveying the scene almost to the point of paranoia. He walked up to the small coffee stand in the centre of the square, placed his order and then sat down on one of the metal chairs placed around the stand, waiting for his order. [b]"Tall Americano for Mr Smithee,"[/b] called the barista, and the man got to his feet and grabbed the paper cup. He took a deep swig of the hot liquid, almost burning his mouth, but the caffeine hit almost instantly. As he sighed and lowered the cup from his lips, he saw a black scribble on the side of the cup, where the customer name would normally be written. [b] "Turn around...?" [/b]he whispered, reading aloud. He turned slowly, eyes locking on a male figure sat with his back to him, the green hood of the jacket underneath his outer leather jacket lifted over his head. He walked slowly over to him, cautious as ever, one hand reaching into his jacket, fingers closing around the cool metal handle of a combat knife that hung on the lining. [b] "I don't think you'll be needing that,"[/b] said the seated figure, turning to face him and lowering his hood. He revealed a ruggedly handsome face, the lower half of which was covered in stubble, his brown hair cut relatively short, his piercing blue eyes locking with the scruffy man's. [b]"It's been a long time, Kain,"[/b] the seated man said, getting to his feet and outstretching his hand. Kain's face broke into a wide grin, and he knocked the hand out of the way and locked his old friend into a firm embrace, which the other man reciprocated. [b]"How did you find me?"[/b] asked Kain. [b]"You don't need to be a Tracker to find people,"[/b] he replied, a little smugly, [b]"Only reason you didn't find me was because you didn't know you were looking for me. But I need your help."[/b] Kain's eyes darted around, and he moved in close to his friend, whispering: [b]"Are we safe to talk here?" "We're fine,"[/b] he responded. [b]"Are you sure, Alex? They keep finding me, I don't know if I'm safe." "I'm sure, Kain,"[/b] replied Alex,[b] "Listen, whatever we're going to talk about, with the amount of Thinkers and Seers they have to hand, chances are they already know. And as much as they want us dead, they're not going to try anything in public, and in broad daylight. Now take a seat, and relax."[/b] Kain nodded, trusting his old friend, and took a seat opposite Alex's. [b]"So what's this about?"[/b] he asked. [b]"I need you to find some people for me,"[/b] replied Alex, taking his seat again. [b]"Could be tricky. You know I can only find people I've managed to imprint." "Oh, I'm pretty sure you've imprinted these people,"[/b] Alex replied with a smile, pulling a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and sliding it across the table. Kain picked it up and read the list of names written on it. [b]"Timothy Frost, Natalie Callahan, Lucas Kain, Peter Chiasmus, Patrick Bellamy?"[/b] he read aloud, before looking up at Alex,[b] "These are all the members of PART One, along with you and me." "Correct,"[/b] Alex said, nodding and leaning forward, [b]"I'm...putting the old band back together." "Why?"[/b] asked Kain. [b]"Aren't you sick of running? Second Sight took our lives, and the only way we can get them back is by taking them,"[/b] Alex replied, [b]"and the only way we can take them back is by working together. I can't do this on my own, I wish I could. I'm only asking because I have to." "Alex, this is huge,"[/b] replied Kain, [b]"This is a suicide mission, Second Sight are powerful, they're expansive, and they don't follow any rules. If they get an opportunity, they will kill us, no mercy." "I know it's a big ask,"[/b] said Alex,[b] "But if we pull it off then we can live our lives again. We can be free." [/b]He looked into his friend's eyes, and Kain smiled. [b]"Of course I'm in, Alex,"[/b] he replied, looking at the list,[b] "Is there somewhere safe we can go to do this?" "Oh, I've got somewhere a little bit special," [/b]replied Alex, getting to his feet and gesturing for Kain to do the same. --- Ok, glad this is off to a start. For your first posts, I need you to write up your character's reunion with Alex. It doesn't matter where, when or how you meet, just make sure it ends with your character following Alex back to New York, where the majority of the story will be set (although don't worry if you don't really know New York, I don't know it myself, we're not likely to go very specific with details about the city). Afro, hope you don't mind me using your character, your first post can be Kain helping Alex in his search for the other team member, just go with what feels right basically. More importantly than anything, just have fun![/font][/size]

[size="2"][font="Lucida Sans Unicode"]Alrighty, looks like we have a full cast. It is as follows: [b]DeLarge[/b] as Alex Graham, Pusher [b]The Enemy[/b] as Timothy Frost, Thinker [b]Anomaly[/b] as Natalie Callahn, Pyro [b]P.J. McKrafty[/b] as Lucas Kain, Stitcher [b]The 10th[/b] as Peter Chiasmus, Shifter [b]Afro[/b] as Kain Dakren, Tracker [b]Darren[/b] as Patrick Bellamy, Seer Apologies if you didn't get in, all the sign-ups were great but some were just better than others. I will be starting the full Theater thread very shortly, and once I've done that I will start a Backstage thread as well, so keep your eyes peeled. Thanks very much for all your sign-ups, let's hope this is a fun one![/font][/size]

[center][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B][U][SIZE=4]Second Sight[/SIZE][/U][/B] [FONT=Fixedsys]Username: steinbeck_SSRI Password: ******** Submitting Report... Re: Research Findings One in every 5.5 million children is born with an abnormality, a mutation if you will, of the cerebellum, which brings out unusual behaviour in early life. This mutation, if not treated and suppressed correctly, will cause something to occur in the child's mind which they cannot possibly comprehend, a phenomenon which has been theorised and researched in scientific circles for decades, with no breakthroughs ever made, until now. Tests on the children who suffer from this mutation have yielded some astonishing results - they appear to be more intelligent, more intuitive, their motor functions are much improved, as are their reaction times, and their sensory capabilities excel far beyond any standard children. While we are human, these children are, put simply, superhuman. These improved skills are not the only effect of this mutation - the children seem to be developing abilities that some would consider to be "paranormal". Some can move objects simply with the power of their thoughts, others seem to be able to understand exactly what the doctors are thinking, while some seem to spend their days walking around in a daydream, claiming they can "see what's coming". For research purposes, we are calling these children "psychs". We are currently conducting research on the children, and awaiting orders from the government. [/FONT] [/FONT][RIGHT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][I]-report submitted by Dr Ana Savage, Second Sight Research Institute, April 1985[/I][/FONT] [/RIGHT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode] --- First things first: there are seven classes of psych that you need to know about: Pushers, Thinkers, Trackers, Shifters, Pyros, Stitchers and Seers, each with a different set of skills behind them, each special in their own way. Pushers can move objects with their minds. This can be anything from sliding a coffee mug across a tabletop towards your outstretched hand to hurling a man bodily through a concrete wall without touching him. They are the muscle, the brawlers, and the most aggressive of the psychs, but there's a few with more control than others, who can do things which would make your head spin. Sometimes literally. Thinkers are a little more subtle. They can poke around in a person's head, pull out thoughts like fishing lobsters from a tank. The more advanced among the Thinker community can do more than just reading, though, from pushing thoughts into other people's heads, to creating complex illusions and using people as their own personal puppets. Only a few are skilled enough to do this, though, and even fewer are twisted enough to actually try it. Trackers are sneaky bastards - they can detect the history of any object as long as they touch it, and once they've got any trace of a biological connection they can track a person wherever they go. I don't know much about how they work, but I do know they're better at tracking other psychs than they are normal people. Shifters have that one power every slacker wants - the ability to walk through solid objects, and even to teleport if they're good enough. They're able to psychically disengage their own molecules, allowing them to fit their own molecules between those of solid surfaces, or to disperse them entirely and re-assemble themselves elsewhere. Trackers tend to hate them, because the tricksy little fellas are difficult to catch. Pyros are dangerous. That's all there is to them. They use their thoughts to create and control fire, and each and every Pyro I've ever encountered has a disturbing obsession with their element. One kid I knew burnt down his house, his school and the police station, all in the same day. Some can create fire and make it jump from their hands like a flamethrower, but most can only control it, and need some source to create it - matches, a lighter, that sort of thing. The more creative among them sew home-made flamethrowers into their jackets - weirdly practical, right? Stitchers are probably the most miraculous of all the psychs. They basically have a very fine version of the telekinesis that Pushers use, allowing them to literally "stitch" together wounds and heal people with their minds. The more advanced Stitchers can even promote rapid cell regeneration in themselves and others, allowing them to heal most wounds pretty quickly. Finally, Seers tend to be the most tormented of psychs. They can see time in all its majesty, stretching off into the distance and tailing along behind - they can see past, present and future all at the same time, calculating variables to determine which outcome is most likely in a certain situation, and all in a fraction of a second. They see people's personal timelines, too, and the convergences thereof - they could see if you were going to meet someone, and how they would change your life. But this is a huge responsibility, especially for some of the younger psychs, and it can drive them out of their minds. Seers usually see just fractured images of the future, and therefore they usually need some way of focusing their talents, the most popular being drawing, lending the Seers their less formal nickname, "Sketchers". A government initiative, codenamed "Second Sight", made up of scientists, researchers, parapsychologists and a large military contingent began to track down these psychs, whatever their age, and recruit them to become the USA's new first line of defense: psychic supersoldiers. Second Sight was headed by an enigmatic man simply known as "Franklyn", a figure with immense political and economic sway within the US government. I was a part of one of Second Sight's Psychic Assault and Reconaissance Teams (PARTs), until we were shut down in the middle of a mission to Siberia and left for dead. Only we didn't die. It's been a year, and now I want answers. Are you with me? --- Welcome to Second Sight, my new science fiction thriller RP. I think things are relatively straightforward, with everything laid out in the above section, but I'll just iron out a few details. First things first, this will be a fairly short RP. I know people get busy, and I've had problems with RPs that I've planned to last a long time in the past, so this will be something to take up a few weeks, maybe two months at the most depending on people's dedication to posting. However, there will be the possibility of one or more sequels if we get really into it and involved in our characters. We will be playing the part of the PART 1, the original and best Psychic Assault and Reconaissance Team, shut down by the Second Sight Institute and left for dead, and now out for answers and revenge, not necessarily in that order. The team is made up of one of each different class of psychic soldier, namely one each of the following: Pusher Thinker Tracker Shifter Pyro Stitcher Seer My character, leader of PART 1, is a Pusher, but the others are all up for grabs. I need six people who can create a team with good chemistry together, we need a certain amount of camraderie between them, otherwise the story won't work. Anyway, here's what I need from you: [B] Name:[/B] [simple one] [B]Age:[/B] [another simple one, old enough to be a part of a government-funded assault team, but not too old. Ideally between 21-50] [B]Gender:[/B] [and another] [B]Role Within Team:[/B] [choose from the roles listed above] [B]Abilities:[/B] [this will be partly covered by the above section, but this is where you describe how finely-honed your abilities are. For example, at a low level Shifters can pass through solid objects, but at a higher one they can teleport themselves great distances; low-level Thinkers can read thoughts but high-level ones can create or wipe memories. Let us know how good you are!] [B]Physical Appearance:[/B] [picture or description is good, both would be fantastic] [B]Personality: [/B][what are you like? This will have some relation to your class, for example Pushers are more aggressive than the quieter and more passive Thinkers, Stitchers are generally pretty caring, while Pyros are, more often than not, pretty near psychotic] [B]Weapons:[/B] [sure, we can do crazy stuff with our minds, but sometimes there's nothing more effective than a gun. Keep it to modern weapons, guns and knives rather than swords] [B]Other Skills:[/B] [anything not covered by your abilities, for example close-quarters fighting, lockpicking, that kind of thing] [B]Writing Sample:[/B] [give me a snippet of reasonable length describing an attempt by Second Sight agents to take your character out, and how you escaped. There's been a year between the attempt to shut the whole team down and the beginning of the RP, so you can be in any location and any situation, just use your abilities to escape or fight back. You can have some fun with this, so go a bit wild] Here's my character as an example: [B]Name: [/B]Alexander "Alex" Graham [B]Age:[/B] 29 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Role Within Team:[/B] Leader and Pusher [B]Abilities:[/B] Alex is a fairly powerful Pusher, but he doesn't have the greatest level of fine motor control. He classes himself as a "brute force" fighter, able to throw around a lot of weight (the heaviest thing he's moved was a family-sized car, which he managed to throw through the air), but he struggles to exercise any fine control. While more skilled Pushers are able to pick locks and fix watches with their telekinesis, Alex cannot carry out tasks that delicate, much to his frustration. [B]Physical Appearance:[/B] as attached [B]Personality: [/B]Alex is a fairly aggressive person, particularly after the numerous attempts on his life by Second Sight, but he is still able to crack wise and make jokes with the team. However, once he is faced with danger, he immediately slips back into his "leader" role, organising the team tactically and fighting with great ferocity and skill. Usually fairly good-natured and incredibly talkative, he does have a short temper and is prone to flying off the handle when someone makes him angry. [B]Weapons:[/B] As Alex's ability is an offensive one, he usually sticks to using a pair of handguns and a hunting knife. [B]Other Skills:[/B] Alex is a competent tactician, able to co-ordinate and command his team to carry out their missions. He is also an excellent hand-to-hand combatant and short-range marksman. [B]Writing Sample:[/B] Alex's boots slapped heavily on the concrete floor of the parking structure as he ran, occasionally looking over his shoulder to watch out for his pursuers. Three men dressed entirely in black, including black balaclavas were following him, hi-tech, lightweight automatic rifles levelled at his back as they moved. As Alex turned, he felt the green laser sight of one of the rifles flash across his vision, and dropped to the floor as a burst of automatic fire made the wall ahead of him explode into concrete dust. He flung his hand out, sending a pulse of telekinetic energy at the soldier's legs, which suddenly flew out from under him, sending him to the floor. Alex scrambled to his feet, slamming a second wave of energy into the locked door in front of him, smashing it down as he ran through it. Two of the soldiers headed towards him, drawing a bead on him, and with a flick of his hand the door flipped back up into position and took the brunt of their shots. With a final thrust of his hand, the door flew outwards, glancing off the shoulder of one of the men and knocking him to the floor. Alex smirked and turned around, only to be faced with another soldier, handgun levelled at him, in the next section of the parking structure. Alex outstretched his right hand, stopping the handgun-wielding soldier in his tracks, and reached his left hand behind him, doing the same for the soldier behind him. Holding them both in place, he took a few deep breaths before pulling his left hand back to a level with his right, and dropped to the floor, sending the man behind him flying into the man in front of him. He got back to his feet as the soldier he hit with the door did the same, drawing his handgun and aiming it at Alex's head. Alex rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his head. [B]"This is the drill, right?"[/B] he asked,[B] "You arrest me and take me back to Second Sight?" "Negative. We are on shoot to kill orders,"[/B] replied the soldier, his voice crackly and electronic through his mouthpiece. [B]"That's a shame,"[/B] replied Alex with a smile, [B]"See, if you were just going to arrest me then I'd go with you, then escape later, but if you're going to shoot me then I'm going to have to take you out." "How do you intend to do that? You're out of tricks, Graham." "Almost. And you're standing in a very, very stupid place," [/B]Alex said with a smile, clenching his fists and driving them down sharply. The ceiling above the soldier began to crack, sending a few small chunks of concrete down onto the soldier, who flinched, expecting more. When nothing more happened, he turned to look at Alex again. [B]"What was that supposed to do?"[/B] the soldier asked sarcastically. [B]"Oh nothing. Just distract you long enough for me to do this," [/B]grinned Alex, swinging his right hand from the right to the left, sending a parked car rolling into the soldier, the tonne of metal continuing into the opposite wall, trapping the soldier between the car and the concrete. Alex sauntered over to the groaning, injured soldier, clearly a little exhausted from his efforts. [B] "You took my life away,"[/B] he whispered [B]"And I intend to repay the favour. Make sure the higher-ups know that I'm coming for them, and soon."[/B] Alex walked away, abandoning the scene of destruction he had caused, and preparing to put his plan into action. --- That's all I need from you. This isn't first come first served, if two people sign up for the same position then the better one will win. So, if someone has already signed up for the position you wanted then don't despair, you can still have a go! I think that's it, if you have any questions then please don't hesitate to PM me, but until then, happy creating! [/FONT][/center]

[SIZE=1]I really enjoyed reading this, I'm on something of a Doctor Who trip now the new series has started over here, and this stood up very well. I'm hoping you continue this - I'm quite intrigued to see a description of your Doctor, whether you're writing for an existing incarnation or created your own. Either way, good job and hopefully you'll keep it up. [/SIZE]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Alright, people, this thing is coming back. I just threw up a terrible, terrible post to end the first chapter just to get the story moving again, so this time around it's [B]The 10th[/B]'s turn to create a new world for us.[/FONT] Let's have it!

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Almost an hour had passed, and everyone Adam and Emilia had scanned had the same symptoms. [B]"Pupils fixed and dilated, bodies react to external stimuli but brains seem unresponsive,"[/B] sighed Adam, dropping down onto the fountain in the centre of Trafalgar Square, [B]"All of them. Every single person we've come across, all of them comatose."[/B] [B]"Well, at least the anomaly's obvious,"[/B] replied Emilia dryly, sitting down a foot or so away from Adam, tapping away at the screen of N.E.D., desperately trying to download some information about this universe, [B]"What do you think is causing it?"[/B] Adam turned to look at her, resting his chin on his hand. She was good at hiding her loneliness, as were all the Wanderers, but she seemed more aloof, more distant than the rest of them. She had spent so long on a single world, then moved quickly through the rest - there must have been something to keep her there for so long, and then driven her to leave. He felt the familiar, almost fatherly urge creeping into his mind, but he knew that she would share if and when she wanted to. He respected her privacy, and pushed his wonderings to the back of his mind. [B]"Who knows,"[/B] he sighed,[B] "I'd say some kind of airborne hallucinogenic, but the concentration would have to be huge to make the effect this widespread, and we haven't been affected."[/B] [B]"Could it be something in the water?"[/B] Emilia asked, trying to initiate the familiar process of allowing Adam to bounce ideas off her, in the hope he'd come to the right conclusion. [B]"Could be, but there would definitely be some other kind of side effects to a soluble hallucinogenic. It's much more likely to be someone or something creating a hypnotic field, but to make this kind of effect the field would have to be incredibly powerful."[/B] He ran his hands through his hair, a classic sign of Adam thinking, causing his light-brown locks to stick up erratically in all directions. [B]"Is there a way to enhance a smaller psychic field?" "Enhance it? Theoretically, but to broadcast low-level psychic interference on this kind of scale would require an enormous transmitter,"[/B] he ranted, leaping to his feet, [B]"They'd need some kind of enormous communications...DEVICE! Oh, I am so thick!" [/B] He grabbed Emilia's head with both hands and kissed her vigorously on the forehead, before dashing off into the crowds of comatose people. Emilia scrambled to her feet and followed him, a little bewildered by his triumphant actions. [B]"What is it?"[/B] asked Emilia as Adam rummaged through a man's pockets. [B]"This!"[/B] he yelled, yanking the man's mobile phone from his pocket, and pressing the end of his silver probe into the screen, emitting a high-pitched noise from both devices, [B]"Everyone uses mobile phones - whatever is creating the psychic field must be using the mobile phone mast to broadcast the hypnotic field further, letting them take control of basically every single person in London! And if this works, I can trace the signal to the source!"[/B] [B]"You might not need that, Adam,"[/B] said Emilia, looking into the distance. Adam looked up from the phone, and followed her gaze above the buildings to the east. A large mobile phone mast rose high above the city, the company logo emblazoned on the side. [B]"Oh, you beauty!"[/B] shouted Adam, taking off at a run towards the phone mast. Emilia rolled her eyes and took off after him, sending a message out to the other members of the group on N.E.D. as she ran. --- It didn't take Adam long to reach the towering phone mast. It was surrounded by a tall, chain-link fence, an enormous gash torn in one section of it. Adam looked up the mast, which was steadily humming with power, to the company logo. [B]"Sorry, Arcadian Network, looks like you're about to have some bad PR,"[/B] he muttered to himself. He headed towards the gap in the fence as Emilia caught up with him. [B]"Don't you think we should wait for the others?"[/B] she said, barely out of breath from the intensive run, her police training helping. [B]"Emilia, whatever's doing this has near-complete control of the city of London. With that amount of power, who knows how long it'll be before it does something else, something much worse. I need to get in there and stop it before it hurts anyone. Stay here and wait for the others."[/B] Emilia nodded, recognising a lost cause when she saw one. Adam clambered through the gap torn in the fence, and moved slowly towards the base of the mast. He flipped the screen up on his wrist strap, trying to analyse the surroundings, and pulled his probe out of his pocket, aiming it ahead of him, the powerful light in the end illuminating the way ahead of him. Suddenly, he saw something move in the dark, and heard a low, rumbling noise. He moved forwards, his computer telling him that the source of the noise was dinstinctly non-human. [B]"I couldn't have guessed,"[/B] he murmured, moving towards the source of the noise. He squinted ahead of himself, seeing a succession of blurry shapes at one corner of the mast's base. Moving forward again, the creature came into full view. It was a deep, bottle-green colour, with a large, slender body. It's head was formed from bony ridges, almost in the shape of a tricorn hat. Instead of a mouth and nose, it had a small, sharp beak. Small, jet-black eyes stared at Adam, but there was no anger in them. Four long tendrils extended from the creature's back onto the metal of the phone mast. From head to spiny toe, the creature was a little taller than Adam, so he was looking into the thing's beak rather than it's eyes. [B]"Oh, you are beautiful," [/B]he whispered in awe, gazing up and down the creature as it continued to make small, almost moaning sounds. He tentatively reached a hand out to touch the creature's underbelly, and it didn't lash out as he did. He placed his bare palm on the warm, soft skin of the underbelly, and closed his eyes. [B] "You're scared,"[/B] he whispered, feeling emotion emanate from the creature, [B]"I understand. You're alone in a universe you don't recognise, and you're using that hypnotic ability of yours to stop people attacking you. But it's ok, you don't have to be scared any more. You can go home."[/B] He scanned the creature up and down gently with his probe, then plugged the end of the device into his wrist-strap, downloading the information acquired. [B]"We've got it covered, Adam!"[/B] came a booming voice from behind him. He turned to see Kresh and Tempest advancing towards him, the former holding his hammer, the latter holding his hand up, his rings crackling with potential energy. Percy was a few feet behind them, his rifle levelled at the creature, with Emilia at his side, her ray gun in her hand, but lowered at her side. Dierdre stood at the back of the group, her arms folded, leaning against the fence. [B]"Stop!"[/B] he shouted, holding his hand up, [B]"It's harmless." "Harmless?"[/B] growled Kresh, [B]"Adam, it's taken control of an entire city. We've been looking around, we couldn't find a single person unaffected."[/B] [B] "It's just scared,"[/B] said Adam, turning back to the creature, [B]"It's lost, and this is a defence mechanism. And if you don't stop pointing those weapons at it, then it could do something even worse."[/B] He continued the download of the information as the rest of the group reluctantly lowered their weapons. His wrist strap quickly discovered a home universe for the creature, and Adam smiled at the result. [B]"Let's get you home, big fella,"[/B] he said soothingly to the creature. He pulled the left glove out of his pocket and pulled it on, allowing the black mesh touch the wrist strap. The strap uploaded information to the glove, and Adam reached out in front of him, concentration etched on his face. He reached his gloved hand out, laid it gently on the creature's chest, closing his eyes to focus. Then, in a single motion, he gently pushed the creature backwards, causing it to disappear with a flash of blue light. [B]"That was something of an anti-climax,"[/B] muttered Percy. Adam took a few deep breaths, then turned to the rest of the group. He looked on each one of them, the same grim look of concentration etched across his face, his expression slowly turning into a wide, toothy grin. [B]"Hear that?"[/B] he asked. [B]"What?"[/B] asked Tempest, cocking his head to try and hear anything on the air. [B]"People,"[/B] said Adam, running off back towards the square. [B]"Always with the running,"[/B] murmured Tempest, before taking off after him. --- [B]"Adam,"[/B] said Percy,[B] "You might want to stop doing that." [/B]Adam heard this suggestion, and broke off the warm embrace he had locked the first available fully-aware citizen of London into. [B]"Oh..."[/B] he said apologetically,[B] "Sorry, ma'am."[/B] He nodded and she walked off, looking confused, with a hint of satisfaction. The group gathered around Adam, who smiled at them. [B]"If only they were all that simple, huh?"[/B] he sighed, [B]"Oh well. Time to move on. Always moving on." [/B]He reached out with a gloved hand, his middle and forefingers outstretched, and swiped them downwards, creating a rippling tear in the air. [B]"Onwards and upwards,"[/B] he said, before stepping through the tear into a new world... --- [B][SIZE=1]OOC: [/SIZE][/B][SIZE=1]Ok, so that was terrible. Just wanted to breathe some new life into this thing and get it back off the ground. I do believe it is your chapter, [B]The 10th[/B].[/SIZE] [/FONT]

[SIZE=1][U][B]Phill's Hangover Sandwich [/B][/U]This one is simple but effective when you're as violently hungover as I have been a few times in the past couple of months. Pretty much empties out your cupboards, but it's worth it. [B]Ingredients: [/B]- 2 slices of bread (preferably cheap and rubbish white bread, but anything will do) - Butter (or margarine spread, whichever is your preference) - 2 eggs - 2 rashers of bacon - 2 sausages - Tomato ketchup or chilli sauce if you're feeling adventurous - Oil [B]Method: [/B]Cut the sausages in half lengthways while heating some oil in a shallow pan. Once the oil is boiling, place the sausage slices meat-side down in the pan and fry until brown, then flip over and fry the skin-side until brown. Then place on a plate, cover with tinfoil and stick it somewhere warm, like under the grill. Then pour out any excess fat from the pan, give it a wipe and stick the bacon in. Fry until you're happy with how they look (people's preferences on this change, so it's up to you). Then stick them on the plate with the sausages and wipe the pan out again. Stick the bread in the toaster and make sure it's warm and crispy. This is very important. While the bread is toasting, grab the eggs and crack them both into the pan - it doesn't matter if the whites run together, they're all ending up in the same place anyway. Fry until the white is no longer runny, but the yolk is. If the yolk breaks and slops about, it doesn't matter. Once the toast has popped up, grab it and take the plate out from under the grill. Place the cooked items on the toast in this order: bacon, sausage, egg. Then slather with as much ketchup or chilli sauce as you deem necessary and stick the second slice of toast on top. Ideally, eat it with a strong cup of coffee or a large glass of orange juice, and bye-bye hangover! Messy but delicious. [/SIZE]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Nice to see there's still some interest in this. Basically, the two of you are going to be finding an information point, kind of like a computer with internet access and all sorts in a phone booth, and pumping it, by fair means or foul, for any relevant information regarding the world we are in. This means any significant differences in modern history, particularly anything that could be construed as an anomaly. This means news websites, opinion articles and anything else that could have some kind of information which could possibly be seen as useful to us. I'm going to PM the pair of you with some extra information I don't want to be readily available, but I won't be able to do that until tomorrow morning. As for your question, Afro, the people you see around you will not react to anything. They will only react to threats of violence, but I don't want anyone doing anything that way inclined just yet, as it is integral to the plot of this chapter. Hope this helps. Like I say, I'll be giving you some extra information in the morning, but this is the general idea of what I need you to look for. We won't be on this one for very long, people, so I hope you're all thinking of ideas for your chapters! [/FONT]

[SIZE=1]We all try to be positive, uplifting people in life. We attempt to get through the days, brightening up those around us with our breezy charm and self-assured happiness. Or I do, at least. However, everyone has those things in life which irritate you to the point of violence. Whether it is bad drivers, or overly loud people in the cinema, we all make mountains out of molehills at certain points in our lives. This thread is the place to vent these petty little peeves, meaning you don't have to resort to murder in your everyday life. We're not looking for big things, so please don't say "world hunger and poverty annoys me," we're looking for tiny little things that niggle at you until you can't hold it in any more. For instance, I can't stand people doing other things in the room when I'm watching TV. My dad knows how much this irritates me, and yet he still insists on wandering around, folding washing and ironing while I'm trying to relax, constantly darting in front of the TV, thus interrupting my valuable free time. I also get intensely angry when people overtake me while driving. Mostly just on normal roads, which is reasonable, but also on the motorway, when it is actually socially acceptable to overtake other cars. I don't know what it is, it just makes me livid. The final, and possibly the most petty thing, is use of language. Not in general, just one very specific thing that some people do, and that is overuse of the words "literally" and "random" out of context. If anyone ever said the sentence "It would literally be so random" near me, then they shouldn't be surprised when my foot meets their face. I don't know if it's the use of language, or the kind of people who are typically guilty of this unbelievable murder of the English language. Well, I'm going to finish up before I get angry and punch through the computer screen. Let's hear how you guys make mountains out of molehills! [/SIZE]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Thanks, Darren! I was beginning to worry a little about the lack of activity, but I'm sure it'll start up soon enough. Just a quick note about the chapters. The 10th and I have discussed the order for the chapters, and it shall go as follows: DeLarge The 10th Darren Afro Muuh Puar Stephanie DeLarge Within each chapter, the only rules are that the chapter creator posts first and last. Whether there is a posting order, and how long each chapter goes on for is entirely up to the creator, who should post all this information in this thread. On which note, my first chapter. There is no posting order for this chapter, and the plot of this one is fairly simple, so we won't be stuck on the opener for too long. Once I am done with this one, I will pass control over to my good friend The 10th. One final thing: The 10th and I have a very clear idea of where this story is going, so we may, at times, step in and ask you to include certain things in your chapters. These won't affect the story of your chapter, they are just tiny little hints and clues as to the overall plot arc. So don't worry that the additions we make will steal focus from your chapter - we are very clear in our intentions to make this YOUR RP as well as ours. The big story sections will come towards the end of the RP, and from what we have planned, it will be pretty explosive. Other than that, enjoy! [/FONT]

[center][IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/TheWanderersAuditionI.jpg[/IMG] [/center] [center][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][U][B]Cast List[/B] [/U][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]DeLarge as Adam Jackson[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]The 10th as Caelum ?Cael? Tempest[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Stephanie as Dierdre Faye[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Afro as Kresh ?Thraximander? Bastion[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Darren as Emilia Rosen[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Muuh Puar as Percy[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Chapter One: City of Silence [/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Adam pulled his jacket around himself to shelter from the cold night air that was circling the group as they emerged from the tear. Tempest came through first, slipping his glasses on immediately to try and scan the surroundings. Kresh followed soon after, wrapping his cloak tightly around his body and shivering slightly; then Dierdre came through, as cool and calm as ever, seemingly dressed as a young schoolgirl. Emilia and Percy were bringing up the rear, chatting away to each other as they were wont to do.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Welcome to London, ladies and gentlemen,? [/B]Adam exclaimed with the air of an over-enthusiastic tour guide as he walked over to the rippling tear. He reached up, pinched his gloved fingers together at the top of the tear, and ran his hand down along the opening. As he did so, with a slight crackle of energy, the tear closed itself up as though Adam were zipping the air back together. He shook his hand as a cloud of vapour billowed up from it, and pulled his gloves off, shoving them into the inside pockets of his jacket.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?First things first: we need to find the anomaly. Take a look around, and see if you find anything unusual. We?ll try and work out what?s wrong from there. Cael,? [/B]he said, turning to his good friend and right-hand man, [B]?Feel free to go and do your thing. Just get back here as soon as possible!? [/B]Cael nodded his thanks, and then set off at a run out of the alley. The others knew what he was leaving to do, and they had come to accept it after all these years.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Is London always so freezing?? [/B]Kresh asked, his voice shuddering as he spoke. He was a big guy, but he was used to more temperate conditions than the ones they found themselves in.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Only three hundred and forty days a year,? [/B]joked Adam with a wide, mischievous grin and a wink, [B]?So...who wants to take a look around?? [/B]He rubbed his hands together in excitement and bounded out of the narrow alleyway. The others followed him, somewhat less enthusiastically.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B] --- [/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Thirty minutes later, the five of them were on the Strand, walking towards Waterloo Bridge. People milled around them, heading to work, to school, to meetings with their superiors, to lunch with their families.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Human life at it?s finest,? [/B]Adam whispered to Emilia, who was scanning the crowd with a vaguely suspicious look on her face that the rest of the group had long since come to terms with. She used to be a police officer, so she was always on the lookout for trouble, especially in heavily crowded areas such as this.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Don?t they seem a little...docile to you?? [/B]she asked, looking around at the crowds of people. Adam stopped and looked around ? they were bustling around, yes, but they seemed to all have incredibly vacant looks on their faces. Then he noticed the strangest thing about this new universe.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?None of them are talking to one another,? [/B]he murmured, running over to the old man selling hot dogs from a beaten-up stall, staring into the distance, his eyes glazed over.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Hello, there,? [/B]Adam said, looking intently at the man?s face.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Hello, sir, how may I help you?? [/B]he responded, his voice cold and almost robotic, [B]?I have many delicious products on offer for you today.?[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Can I have a hot dog??[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Of course, sir,? [/B]the old man said, silently moving around to fetch Adam?s snack.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?And a can of Coke??[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Absolutely, sir.?[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?How much is that??[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?£5.30 altogether, sir.?[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Do you mind if I pay by card?? [/B]Adam asked, pulling a credit card from his pocket.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Not at all, sir. Place your card in the machine.? [/B]Adam did so, and a message flashed up, telling him he had insufficient funds.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?I am sorry, sir,? [/B]said the old man, [B]?You do not have sufficient funds for this transaction.?[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Oh, I?m sorry. I?ll use my other card instead.? [/B]As he said this, he drew his silver Probe from his inside pocket, pressed the button and held the glowing end to the credit card, holding both items as close to the old man as possible. Replacing the Probe in his pocket, he shoved the same card back into the reader, where it told him the transaction was successful.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Thank you, sir,? [/B]said the old man, handing him his receipt as well as his food.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?What was that all about?? [/B]asked Percy as the rest of the group caught up.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?He didn?t respond, even when Adam basically stole food from him,? [/B]replied Emilia, [B]?It?s like he?s in some kind of trance.?[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Adam handed Kresh his food, pulled the Probe from his pocket once more, and stepped around the back of the hot dog stand to the old man. With the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he held open the old man?s right eye, and with the other hand, he shone the light from the end of the device across the eyeball. Once he had repeated this a few times for both eyes, he stepped back, retrieving his hot dog from Kresh and taking a large bite.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?His pupils are fixed and dilated,? [/B]he said thoughtfully, through a mouthful of bread and processed meat, [B]?And I?d bet my left leg that?s the same for all these people. Their bodies are active but their brains are almost unresponsive.?[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?What does that mean?? [/B]asked Dierdre, a vaguely quizzical look crossing her face. Adam paused, looking into the distance as he ran his hand through his tousled locks.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?It?s like they?ve been hypnotised. Someone, or something, is controlling their minds, but God only knows how they?re doing it,? [/B]he said, [B]?I think we?ve found our anomaly.?[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?So what do we do?? [/B]asked Kresh.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?We need to find out if there?s anyone unaffected,? [/B]replied Emilia, immediately taking charge of the situation, [B]?Percy, go and find Cael ? we need him back right now. Dierdre, Kresh, you two try and find an information point ? see if there?s anything out of the ordinary in the city?s modern history.?[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?What are you two going to do?? [/B]asked Percy, gesturing to Adam and Emilia.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?We?re going to examine as many people as we can to see if they?re all like this,? [/B]replied Adam, stepping in, [B]?If we can find even one person who isn?t affected, maybe we can work out what?s causing this. We?ll meet back here in an hour and see what we?ve found. Oh, and people??[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]The group turned back to look at Adam as they began to run off.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B] ?Don?t kill anyone.?[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [/center]

[SIZE=1]So, I just got in from a pretty heavy night's drinking. Some six pints of beer, half a bottle of vodka, some 8.5% vol cider and about half a bottle of 13.5% vol wine. Now watching a political thriller and am not really paying full attention. Also, took about three quarters of an hour to make this very short post and not **** it up completely. Will be this drunk or drunker tomorrow or Wednesday night, and will update then. [/SIZE][SIZE=1] Now continuing to eat peanuts and drink lemonade in order to sober up - have important things to do tomorrow and will not be able to function if hungover. Now deleting bullet points due to peanut droppage on keyboard. Will soon stop narrating whole life in three, two, one... Now. Ceasing narration of life. [/SIZE]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Just a quick update to let you know that The 10th and I have discussed it and agreed that the closing date for sign-ups is [B]Wendesday 8 July[/B]. That means middle of next week, ladies and gentlemen, so if you're interested in this RP then get your sign-ups in quick![/FONT]