((Just a one-shot based off of the last part of SilverWing's Blue Rose story. When Tara finds out Alek was taking the reverse syndrom thing))
A strong wind blew through her hair, the sunny atmosphere contradicting to the darker feelings inside. Her feet made prints along the wet sand as she walked towards the shading trees. Emotions and thoughts bouncing around in her head like tenis balls. Her hands tightened around the collar in her pocket. She couldn't oso, oso de leaving without it but she didn't feel like bringing herself to wear it.
She stopped at the trees and, with no further thought, feel to her knees in the sand. Emotions burned tears in her eyes. The waves crashed together like all of her thoughts. Her eyes stared ahead at the endless nothing.
He had been taking drugs. Deadly ones; and she hadn't know. She should have. He knew every time something was wrong and she'd messed up. The guilt was tearing her apart. She knew he would hate himself if he knew but all the signs had been there. She knew those signs. She had lived with that for years.
Her family wasn't awful, but if it was one thing she knew, it was the signs of being on drugs. She had grown up with the influence of it. And now she had missed them. She buried her head in her arms, dispelling the thoughts. No. It wasn't hurt fault. It was his. He hadn't known about her family, but it didn't matter. It was his choice. It hurt her deep inside. But what could she do? There was nothing to do.
"Augh!"
She wiped the stray tears from her eyes and stood, sudden anger swelling inside. She grabbed the collar and stared at it. She threw it into the water on instinct and then jumped after it. Grabbing it, she ran back to apuntalar, costa before the waves could claim it again.
"I'm sorry."
She slipped the collar back around her neck, her pent up emotions draining at the thought of loosing her treasure. She collapsed back on the sand and leaned her head on her arm. Her fingers clutched the collar and she sighed with all the leftover emotion.
I didn't mean to throw it. I'm sorry.
Her eyelids drooped and she curled up in the shade, too tired to move. She knew she'd have to tell him some time. And she needed to know why he couldn't tell her about it; his biggest secret. But until he was better, she had no choice. She had to leave everything unsaid.
A strong wind blew through her hair, the sunny atmosphere contradicting to the darker feelings inside. Her feet made prints along the wet sand as she walked towards the shading trees. Emotions and thoughts bouncing around in her head like tenis balls. Her hands tightened around the collar in her pocket. She couldn't oso, oso de leaving without it but she didn't feel like bringing herself to wear it.
She stopped at the trees and, with no further thought, feel to her knees in the sand. Emotions burned tears in her eyes. The waves crashed together like all of her thoughts. Her eyes stared ahead at the endless nothing.
He had been taking drugs. Deadly ones; and she hadn't know. She should have. He knew every time something was wrong and she'd messed up. The guilt was tearing her apart. She knew he would hate himself if he knew but all the signs had been there. She knew those signs. She had lived with that for years.
Her family wasn't awful, but if it was one thing she knew, it was the signs of being on drugs. She had grown up with the influence of it. And now she had missed them. She buried her head in her arms, dispelling the thoughts. No. It wasn't hurt fault. It was his. He hadn't known about her family, but it didn't matter. It was his choice. It hurt her deep inside. But what could she do? There was nothing to do.
"Augh!"
She wiped the stray tears from her eyes and stood, sudden anger swelling inside. She grabbed the collar and stared at it. She threw it into the water on instinct and then jumped after it. Grabbing it, she ran back to apuntalar, costa before the waves could claim it again.
"I'm sorry."
She slipped the collar back around her neck, her pent up emotions draining at the thought of loosing her treasure. She collapsed back on the sand and leaned her head on her arm. Her fingers clutched the collar and she sighed with all the leftover emotion.
I didn't mean to throw it. I'm sorry.
Her eyelids drooped and she curled up in the shade, too tired to move. She knew she'd have to tell him some time. And she needed to know why he couldn't tell her about it; his biggest secret. But until he was better, she had no choice. She had to leave everything unsaid.
Her necklace
Vulnerable
Before I unleash Hayden onto the world of RP (it should happen probably later tonight o tomorrow) there was one change I wanted to make to his bio. I didn't really wanna re-post the whole bio, so the only change is involving his personality.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
The Watchtower
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” superman asked.
“We’re not all here.” batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. batman spoke up.
“There’s a topo on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” superman asked.
“We’re not all here.” batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. batman spoke up.
“There’s a topo on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
Matrix 'Stume
Name: Hayden Smythe
Hero Name: Matrix
Age: 16
Appearance: about 6’1”, muscular build, slightly tan skin, shaggy dirty blonde/light brown hair, blue-gray eyes
Civvies: See pic
‘Stume: Basically his civvies, but slightly modified (see pic)
Personality: quiet, down-to-earth, hostile at first, hot-tempered, has some trust issues, tough outer shell, a good liar, mysterious, rebellious
Powers: none
Skills: deception and manipulation, escape artist, lock picking, hacking, escaping from things, etc.
Weapons: mostly martial arts, but he’ll use whatever he can get his hands on, handy with tools
Bio: Hayden refuses to reveal his past. ((Mostly cuz I really don’t wanna figure it out right now..it’ll come. Eventually.))
Hayden civvies (ignore the hair spikiness)
Random Hayden!
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate por touching you), retractable ángel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered por KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused por her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate por touching you), retractable ángel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered por KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused por her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Name: Jonas Barton (unknown)
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless camisa, camiseta with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, tu want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless camisa, camiseta with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, tu want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.
Without his sunglasses.
Sunglasses! ^.^
