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  1. Winter ,2020 January 3rd Brooklyn Heights, New York City Davis' eyes snapped open, the digital pings sounding off from his smartwatch and waking him up instantaneously from his nap. He knew what the pings meant. The expectation that one day he would hear that all too familiar sound kept him from sleeping peacefully, ongoing chaos and violence outside my Brooklyn apartment notwithstanding. Part of him wanted to just close his eyes and just hope it would disappear, like as if everything happening was just some horrendous dream. The other parts however, were screaming at him to press that button. The dilemma in his mind played out like a literal angel and devil sitting on each side of my shoulders and arguing over what he should do next. You don't have to do this! It's fucking biblical out there! You can just leave everything behind and wait out until this thing blows over! The government can go to hell, that cash you got are all taxpayers money anyway. It belongs to the people, man! Well... People meaning you, since there's no one around to complain or anything. The devil hissed. Don't listen to him! The angel would retort. It's your duty, it was what you were trained to do! Where's that patriotism you showed to the interviewer during that government scholarship application? The feds paid you an extra thousand bucks on top of your day job, every month, for 2 years! WHAT WOULD YOUR MOTHER SAY, FOR GOD’S SAKE?! God fucking damn it. I hate my conscience. Davis groaned mentally. Knowing that he would regret it for the rest of his life whether he pressed that blinking orange button on his damned smartwatch or not, he got his ass off the bed and carefully put on his Augmented Reality contact lenses and wireless earpieces. Taking a deep breath, Davis pressed the button. Instead of exploding and Killing him, thus saving himself the hassle of going through whatever crap he would have been expected to do, something akin to an orange holographic wave pulsed from his body and spread throughout the entire room. Bits of lines and digital confetti sprung from thin air and covered any and every object in the room like as if it was scanning them all. "ISAC intelligent Operating System active. Connecting to local Division network. Please standby." A digitized male voice sounded off. Davis let out a breath of relief at the familiar voice. At least it was working. The training program of the Strategic Homeland Division, or The Division for short, had prepared agents on how to operate the system. Back then, the trainers told them it was still in Beta testing. Now, he was eager to see the full version in action. Not because he loved tech in general, but because what it could do probably would save his life in the upcoming weeks. Whether that was good or bad thing, he wasn't sure if he was honest with himself. He didn't want to die, but then again living in this shitstorm wasn't actually much better either. Oh well... "SHADE tech synced. ISAC is now online. Welcome Agent Davis. Playing your activation briefing now." The voice announced. "Out of the frying pan, into the fire." He mumbled. It was do or die now. Nothing could change that. All of a sudden, a holograph appeared before him together with a whole list of accompanying pictures and snippets of news reports appeared in mid-air. The aeronautical engineer smiled a little. No matter how many times he practiced using the AR contacts, the 3D holographic technology still amazed him. Wow, this surpasses anything in the civilian market! If the private sector got hold of this, everyone would have a field day. "This is an emergency transmission to all Division agents receiving this message. The ‘Green Poison’ pandemic has reached critical levels. As far as we know, your area's federal and state departments and agencies save for a few have collapsed. Thus, the reason you are now receiving this message. Therefore, on my authority as the President of the United States of America, Executive order 51 is now in effect. The Strategic Homeland Division is now Operational." The voice was unmistakably the President’s. Davis felt a twinge of sympathy for him, because it was his last term and now he had to deal with all that crap before stepping down. Not that he was a Liberal or a conservative by any means, he just didn’t care enough to take sides and took the ones which held most to his own belief system at the time. "All Division agents are to link up and report to your respective section commanders in your city or state to receive further instructions. You have been trained and equipped to handle this type of scenario over the years. Now is the time to use it. Your overall objective is to restore order and rebuild society on together and on behalf of the government by any means necessary. Your authority and security clearance has henceforth been upgraded and now supersedes any other operative, agent and/or federal employee in the field. Before moving out, make sure you have your standard issue weapons and equipment that was handed out to you before your inactivation. Upon the ending of this transmission, your profile will be activated and the RFID GPS tag in your armband patch will broadcast your signal to other agents in the network. The citizens of the United States of America are counting on you. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Godspeed agents, and may God have mercy on the United States of America." As soon as the message ended, Davis stood on top of his bed and ripped the knock-off Van Gogh painting hanging on at the top off the wall, revealing the safe he had installed two years ago. Opening it, he pulled out the familiar black suitcase emblazoned with the SHD logo on the top. Placing his glowing smartwatch near the center lock, there was a beep followed by a low whirring before the lock snapped open; revealing all of his Division issued gear: Sling bag with waist strap, check. Beretta M-nine pistol with thigh holster, check. Navy MP-five sub-machine gun with suppressor and red-dot sight, check. Extra magazines, check. Urban camo vest kevlar soft plate inserts, check. Clear lens ballistic eyewear, check. Finally, supplies of N-ninety five particulate masks. Double check. Couldn't be too careful these days. Dying through sickness would have been such an agonizing way after all. Most importantly, it would NOT be cool. If he wanted to die he would rather go down guns blazing. So there. He hastily put them on as soon as he could on top of his inner wear. It was now in the middle of winter and snow had would just not stop falling. Hence, he made sure to wear shades of black, white and grey to blend in with the urban surrounding as best as he could. Once locked and loaded, he headed for the door, pulled out his pistol and leaned against the wall right next to the door. It was time to see how good SHADE tech really fared. "ISAC, pulse." I spoke, softly but clearly. The familiar orange holographic wave pulsed from his body and flowed over and through the floors, walls and ceiling in search of life signs to mark and highlight. Within seconds, a number of marks with directional arrows within his view pointed towards their locations above and below him. They were marked yellow, which meant they were most likely unarmed civilians. He had to give credit to the software engineers. This stuff was amazing! He could not only see their locations, but also their silhouettes through the concrete. A few were still going about their business. Some looked like they were scared shitless, holed up inside their apartments, trying to make a little noise as possible. But for the most part, majority of the apartments were empty. He would have given them some of my ready to eat MREs, but the mission came first. Getting out the door, he worked his way to the ground floor and switched to my sub-machine gun as he neared the entrance to the streets. "ISAC, scan for contaminants." "Scanning... Immediate area is safe." Came the reply. Great. Which meant he didn't need to waste his mask after all. Taking a deep breath, Davis turned the handle and opened the door. A blast of cold air greeted the exposed portions of his face as he stepped outside; his weapon at the ready in case there was something or someone waiting for him. Fortunately, or unfortunately, instead of finding a horde of reanimated zombies, which he was definitely not expecting by the way, there was nothing but empty streets all around. He had to admit that the sounds of an empty street besides the howl of the wind sent shivers down his spine. It was… disconcerting to say the least. Nevertheless, he had to press on and contact his colleagues. Taking a hunch, he made his way towards the piers. Strolling down the street with his weapon at the low-ready, he kept a look out for any less than friendly individuals. But so far it was nothing but stray dogs and the occasional passer-by who would bolt at the sight of a well-armed person. It wasn’t surprising to say the least. "ISAC, scan nearby frequencies for any agents." Davis ordered. "Scanning." ISAC replied. "Agents identified. Coordinates and communication frequencies uploaded." "Can anyone hear me? This is Division agent Davis Kwan. If anyone's hearing this, please respond! I've been recently activated and making my way towards Brooklyn Bridge Park. We can rendezvous there."
  2. Legacy of Requiem - The New Leaguers Prologue On this Earth, many things have happened, to the World's first Superhero, called Captain Shad, to an Arrogant Billionaire Assassin turned a Hero Bruce Morgan and to a Mighty Being called Magnus and his extraterrestrial homeworld, which was far away from Earth. One could say that this one has experienced quite enough, to the discovery of the Cosmic Twelve Beings called the Vestals and the Mad Vestal called Darkseid with his Kaethrani as an army and that other life forms exist on different planets. It would seem that Earth was no longer alone in the Universe so from that discovery, everything changed... These powered individuals would form a group called, the Destiny League. Which was once an idea to see if the world could bring powerful individuals into a team, so that they could fight the dangerous battles, that the humans never could. It was indeed a success but these Heroes did not know that they would cause other powerful beings to take an interest on the planet Earth, for Darkseid, the true enemy of Life, wanted to wipe out the entire Universe off of its life. He almost succeeded, for the half human and half vestal called Scar, the apparently chosen champion of the Vestals would stop him, which would only cause for the life in the universe to be only half wiped out. As the three long years would pass, the heroes would grief over their total failure and the ones that they have lost. But they were not without hope, because of Bruce's intellect they would discover the ability to travel through back in time, to collect the powerful Crystals, which was a device which gave the Vestals incredible power, they would collect them and come back in the present to undo what Darkseid did. But Darkseid was no fool, for he discovered the attempt to undo what he has done, because of Scar using the Crystals undoing what Darkseid did, they would then have the longest battle in history. The battle was indeed a long one and hard fought one at that, but the heroes would win, because Scar sacrificed himself and used the Crystals and kill Darkseid and unfortunately because not even Scar could use the unlimited and limitless power twice, which created the Universe, only Darkseid could have but that extracted a very heavy toll. Scar would die a noble death, his sacrifice would not be in vain, the same would go for the rest of the other fallen heroes....this was the story of Infinity Requiem but now a new one beginnings... Rules -No killing/seriously maiming other characters without player consent. -No metagaming or godmoding. -No auto-hitting; no auto-dodging, keep it real to some extent. -Please keep characters balanced, and avoid creating any Mary Sues. You can have a strong/powerful character, but they still need limits, flaws, and weaknesses. -While Players are not limited at how many characters one can have. I prefer if you have two-three characters and can play them well, instead of having five of them and are not fully fleshed out, so please keep in mind Quality over Quantity. -Please try to keep your character sheets up-to-date over the course of the game. While the Character Sheets on here are not a must, I prefer if you at least did a quick one so that I can get the feeling to see what the character is, what can it do and so on. It can be also very detailed but it doesn't need to, just tell the important stuff if you don't want to take your time. -While Superheroes are needed in this setting, I don't force you to make them be paragons of virtue and morality, but some good hero characters are needed for this story as well, so please keep the balance between Villains and Heroes, I don't want to see that there are too many Villains and no Heroes to combat them or wise versa. You can play as Hero, Anti-Hero, Villain, Anti-Villain and other affiliations. -OOC discussion will be kept civil and respectful, both in the RP and in the PM. I will not tolerate name-calling, insults, harassment, or anything else of the kind. -While it does not have to be totally PG-13, please keep it clean, no explicit content and excessive Adult themes, while your characters can swear, don't make it too excessive, keep it balanced and please keep it clean. If you want to have a romance, again doesn't need to follow the PG-13 Rule but it does not have to be explicit content like we are in a Pornographic Setting, so keep it to some extent clean and viewer friendly. -Please refrain from making OOC-only posts in the RP. -Other standard Valucre Rules. -Failure to abide by these rules can result in your removal from Legacy of Requiem - The New Leaguers. Information Now there are some things, I want to mention before we can get started. This RP tells a story, while you are free to roam around and create some side plots which can also be significant to the plot which drives this story. You can't just do whatever you want, kill my characters or something like that. You are free to roam around, but you wouldn't get to destroy planets or something on a planetary level, you must first talk with me to see if I agree with you and to see if it does fit in my story...which I can already say it won't happen, this Earth will not live another big fight which could possibly end the universe, because the world now needs to grow accustomed with the new heroes, which is you, the player so till then, there wouldn't be that kind of scale of battle, for the time being. Also, there are some races in my universe, for example, the Cosmic Beings which are the Vestals and live in a different reality called Vestalia, but sadly you won't get to play them because they are freaking powerful, you can interact with them but battling against them won't bring you anywhere because they are powerful and basically they have plot armor, and there will never be another Mad Vestal, Darkseid was the only one and now he is dead, thankfully. The Kaethrani, are energy beings with control over energy manipulation, so it means that they are killable but it is really hard to do so and they have no home planet they roam the galaxy and when they grow tired they go in their pocket dimension which is a place for them to rest. So I don't recommend doing one of them if so maybe a downgraded version of the real thing because these dudes can destroy solar systems if they want to. And they are basically viewed as evil monsters so yeah not good to get things started. There are also Devine Beings, which are practically what the Asgardians are, that's what Magnus is. The differences are that they can have wings, interact with humans, live on planet earth and do not have a shady past. I don't have anything on you doing a Devine Being character, also known: Angel, Angelic Being. But I'd like if you would talk with me first to come to an agreement and see where this might lead because there is this Homeworld called Zuerus, which is a huge planet, it's earth 15 times the size so yeah. And there is this king called Allbeing Omen who is the father of Magnus. There are also meta-humans, of course, you can play them since they are not that powerful but I do recommend to keep them balanced and not too op. There is also a bit of John Wick/Assassin's Creed references around here, but I am not looking for that, for if I would have, I wouldn't call this a Superhero RP, but if you want to play as one, let me firstly know and we'll see what we can figure out. So you have a lot of room to experiment with, create any character you want, except for the Vestals and Kaethrani, because come on, no one likes battling against powerful beings which can take supernovas any day of the week. So you are free to experiment just let me know what kind of character that is, send me the link of the character sheet, again it does not need to be overly detailed but the most important stuff must be there so I know what characters you are playing and so that the other players will know too. Also, I have my share bit of characters, so I'll be sure to do my character sheets so that you may get the idea who they are, what have they done, what can they do, personal stuff about them and so on. And if you have any questions about the Homeworld called Zuerus and anything really, ask me in the OOC Thread and I'll gladly to respond to you. Also, the story takes place in America, and some heroes may live in different cities but their DL Tower would be located in New York. If you want to sign up your characters with a link to your sheets, here it is the link where you can tag me and post them so that I may take a look at them: The Story It is the year 2040, for the past decade the world has changed, technology has evolved beyond our expectations but the Cities still remain normal, there are no over the top cities, it mainly remained the same over the years but technology has improved significantly, it surely did not stay the same after the Cataclysm which wiped out half of the Universe's life because of Darkseid, but because of his death alongside Earth's Greatest Protector Scar, everything returned to normal. At least, so it would seem because some of the heroes have fallen in battle and died and others have retired and now the people of Earth are still trying to recover after the past three years since they won the battle against Darkseid, the World was not in chaos but it was in dire need of new heroes, to protect them and save them when need be. The Fallen Leaguers are: Scar, Bambu, Voltex, and Logan. The Retired Leaguers are: Shad, Reyes, Jade, Katrina, Falcon, Mike, Vience, James and John. The Remaining Leaguers: are: Bruce, Magnus, Spider-Man, Jack, Nathan, and Doctor Mercy Earth has lost some of its protectors, be it retired or by death. But fear not, because Bruce now the leader of the Destiny League and the others would guide you the player through this story. They will be there for you and serve as a mentor figure, it was time for the New Leaguers to appear to take the place of the old ones so that they one day could rest on a grateful planet, but the real question is, are you ready to take that kind of responsibility? what are you prepared to do? will you be a Villain? Hero? something in between? one which only fights for himself? it was time to figure those questions out...
  3. She raced back on over to the mailbox, huffing and puffing as her two lovely daughters came waltzing in, removing their shoes. "G----get that...m-mail------for me dear.....got-------big----------------------news heading my way!!!! your mother.....is....about------to---------------get--------------------PAID!!" she wheezed out in a miserable sentence. Uhm, sure mom...…...should I open this one first? It's from Lord Brigidine Employment Agency, Earth Division, Building E. A-Hem...….to Mrs. Vonoxia, Guardian of the Earth Mortal Realm, DAICHON Division; Please be advised that after careful consideration for your new Position, we at LBEA are pleased to announce a New Techincian's Division beginning at said date. This Division was created in early 2036, Earthian year, as a defense against those that would cause harm to remaining innocents in this Realm. Your new position as Field Guardian entails transporting items to and from the Realms of Valucre, with constant supervision from the Director over our sister Division, "The Company," none other than your current Field Supervisor, Lord Benaires Silver Alex DAICHON. Your new said Uniforms and equipment will be sent by the time that you receive this letter. Our number is on the bottom of this letter. Sincerely, Trishona Eckerhart Operations Manager." Vonoxia then snatched the said letter out of her daughter's hand to make sure that she was not playing any tricks on her. "I DID IT!!!! NO MORE POVERTY!!!!!!! I am IN THE FUCKING MONEY!!!!!!!! Master...……….after nine trifling YEARS of working for the humans, your LOYAL Servant is about to embark on a journey for which she can send her daughters to College!!! ALRLLLRIGHTTT!!!!! Benaires M' Lord, you really know how to put a smile on a girls' face!!! WHOOO HOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! HELL YEAH!!! Girls, forget school today!!! We are going SHOPPING and getting some good Breakfast!!! I think I still have some money that your father sent me!!! Get dressed. We are GOING out to CELEBRATE!!!! Your Uncle Benaires got me a PROMOTION!!!!! WHOOOO_HOOOO!!!!!"
  4. She was picking herself up from the floor. Blood trickled from her nose as she stood right back up, wiping the blood from her nose with her shirt. Her father then struck her again, making her wince a bit, but she could withstand it. "I told your ass to get my SMOKES you little DIMWIT!!! I've worked 16 hours and all that I wanted were some smokes to go with my dinner. Your DUMB-ass can't even do something as simple as that? What the hell am I sending you to school for in the first fucking place? Go clean yourself up and get out of my face Mo-Mo. You are such a FUCKING idiot sometimes!!! Geez...what kind of a daughter ARE you?" yelled her father, as he shook his head and put his whip back on the shelf in anger. She wiped her tears and took a deep breath; she could probably kill him at any time, but her mother always told her that her father was under much stress these days. She mewed out to him, "Sorry dad...…..I'll do better next time, I promise!!" He waved his hand and handed her some money, now just talking in a much lower tone, "Why don't you go out for a little while...get some fresh air or something. Here, go buy yourself something to wear for the dance next week. You CAN go do THAT right...I'm sure of it....you are such a fucking twit!!! Be back in time for bed please....can you DO THAT RIGHT please?" "Anything you say dad. I'll go out now...." Her mother was in the kitchen, hearing the entire event take place. She glared over at the Meat Cleaver for a few seconds before putting out her cigarette. "You know, you really should watch your fucking temper Charles. That girl has the best grades in the entire school and you just beat the sweetness out of her over some fucking cigarettes? I wish you WOULD touch me; I'd be on the evening news smiling at your sorry ass!!! I thought you were going to get the Vodka tonight? What? You forgot to do THAT because your had your fist balled up at HER again?" said the woman. Charles scratched the back of his head in utter confusion. "She.....knows not to forget my smokes for dinner. She KNOWS better than that. I'll take her shopping and get her hair fixed up on Friday, okay?" "Hmmmph……..that STILL doesn't clear our the implications of your assault on the poor girl. And I was told that you were supposed to buy her a new Basketball and a jersey for her team practice on Saturday. Get your head out of yer ass Charles!! She deserves some praise everyone once in an while. Go and wash up while I Check on the Roast please; you have been complaining about how dry it tastes anyways...THIS time I hope you fucking CHOKE on a piece while having a FUCKING heart attack!!!" Charles lowered his head while shuffling out of the kitchen!! Vigmordia wiped her face with a wet towel while putting the money into her purse. "He's always frustrated with me. I don't know what to do anymore. Guess I'll go and get something to drink; hang out with Legion." her father then opened up the front door, shouting out TO her, "Mo-Mo!!! PICK UP SOME VODKA for your mother please. Tell David at the Liquor Mart that I'll come and pick it up in an hour. You want your hair fixed up tomorrow or not?" She yelled back to him, "Huh? Get that half -gallon off the Pool Table in the Basement. Uncle Graymite left that for you before he went off to work a few weeks ago!!! I want a full wash and rinse!!! And don't be LATE!!!" He yelled back to her, putting up his thumb, "OKAY!!!!!!"
  5. Location: 37,200' above sea level, 200 miles due west over Marianas Trench. Sub level 3 of Heli-Carrier, Containment and Analysis Center. [Dr. Artemis Kline] "Our interactions with the enhanced, the other worldly and so forth has given us an elevated understanding of things like this. Decades ago we wouldn't be able to even quantify something like this let alone analyze it, but we've gained an understanding. It's a matter conversion drive. An immensely powerful one at that. Im sure you know how matter conversion drives function, they assimilate ambient matter, through a process still not entirely understood it's converted, and the result is stored, usable energy unlike anything occurring naturally. We've seen energies like this only within environments akin to planar rifts and such. Cosmic energy, quintessential, planar energies more reactive and abundant in power then anything on this planet or in this world for that matter. This artifact....it's unreal. It's capable of powering the entirety of the PLANET indefinitely.." There was a powerful silence that gripped the room at first and then those ambient sounds normally overlooked or unheard seemed to become amplified. You could hear odd things, like electrical current running through the walls, the slides of tiles in a clock. The low hum of a fan on several motherboards. Dr. Kline and Section Chief of the S.I.U (Supers Investigation Unit), as well as the holographic image of the Secretary of State all looked at the artifact, ---a baseball sized, Metallic Sphere with runic symbols engraved into it that radiated a profound hue of whites, oranges and reds. They were awe-struck. Excited, and scared all at the same time. Their country as both benefit and suffered severe losses in the name of discovery, and have fast learned that these artifacts typically have been lost, and remained lost for a reason. Not all things SHOULD be found, let alone by mortal men unable to comprehend or fathom their true potential. Section Chief Marcus Stone cleared this throat and spoke loudly. [Section Chief Marcus Stone] "Send it back. I say we put that thing right back the fuck where we got it, no, not even, I say we throw that shit deeper then where we got it. This things energy signature is ridiculous, if we were able to detect it that far down bottom, how many people are eye balling it cruising around at this altitude? And did you see this?" Stone would turn and tap a few keys on the fiber optical display which advertises a video clip, albeit not 100% clear of some hulking figure seen battling 3 creatures that were supposed to be of MYTH, and legend. A battle that waged on just METERS away from where their dive team retrieved the artifact, nearly killing them all in the process. "S.I.U has been compiling a profile, checking the telemetry and the biometrics on this figure since we got the thing. Whoever that is, was able to first not only go to the bottom of The Marianas unaided, but moved through The Thermocline, retrieved it, got it back back across that border, JUST to get into a fatal 4 way with creatures i haven't seen since clash of the fucking Titans. What if he won? What if he comes looking for it? What if he isn't alone? You two are eyes wide with power and chance but you aren't going to be the ones on the front line facing down the obstacles that are sure to come looking for something like this." Her voice came not to long after he said his piece, and it was respect for his position that kept her from interjecting. Unfortunately there would be little room understanding. This country has benefitted from finds like this in the past, and the chance to procure an indefinite source of energy to be used, and a process to be synthesized and replicated for possible military and civilian use was just to big a chance to skip out on. [Secretary of State Priscilla Robinson] "Which is why our government has put forth a substantial amount of money, and effort into seeing that we are well protected from threats like those Section Chief Stone. We established the Supers Investigation Unit for the soul purpose of monitoring, countering, containing and even eliminating unnatural events such as these, and you've been sufficient at it. This country, no, the world, stands to benefit to much from this artifact and what it can show and do for us. We will not be turning down the chance to advance over the possibility of one or a few. Under executive order you are to bring the artifact to head R&D Facility Tango , 30 miles west of the Pentagon for immediate containment and study, and you are NOT to let anyone get in your way. The ground transfer team will meet you in New York. Good day gentlemen." And her holographic image would be gone. Stone and the Doctor would stand there a moment looking over the artifact one last time before stone would turn, lock eyes with the doctor and continue out and away from this area. They would reach New York in 5 hours at this speed and heading, security details would be assigned and set into place and their priority was to get this to ground transfer undisturbed. Meanwhile....the artifact gave off QUITE the signal, only time will tell if the section chiefs fears were warranted. <Comm> Chatter was being intercepted by several Black Market syndicate and crime organizations, footage of the event and battle have been leaked to social medias and news outlets world wide. This artifacts existence was moving beyond the unknown into the known and this was sure to play havoc on it's delivery into safe storage going smoothly.
  6. Modern Illusion: Unusual World
  7. Everything is so dark.... Where am I? A girl around the age of 21 laid on the ground of a room with padded walls restrained with a straight jacket, dark grape colored bruises covered her neck. Her eyes had the darkest dark circles anyone could have, along with the sense of death coming from her eyes. Veronica. Her name was Veronica, she had long black hair that flowed down her shoulders and high cheek bones that could be kill a man. Everything was blurry, just big blurry shapes. The only thing she really could make out was the door in front of her with bars going down the open window. What did she do to end up here? She thought to herself as she sat up slowly falling back almost but managed. "Hello?" she called out her voice soft and raspy. Nothing, just the sounds of groans from other what you could call cells. Along with frantic mumbling and laughing from down the hallway. Veronica took her time standing up going to the door before she fell back as a man with rounded glasses and slicked back blonde hair looked through the small window. He wrote down a few notes on a cracked clipboard, "Veronica Wisely....Mentally unstable....shock therapy seemed effective.... " he mumbled as he wrote down his notes before noticing her trying to figure out who he was. A small smirk came to his face, "Morning sunshine....you feeling the need to slit your wrists again?" he asked as Veronica started to remember everything. It all came back before a sharp shock of pain busted through her head. "AGH!" she groaned loudly as the male chuckled. "Fucking insane whore." With that Another memory came to Veronica. This male was Dr. Thomas D Smith. The lead doctor of the insane asylum she was put in. "Have fun dear...the nurses will take you down when social hour is near." he said banging on the door walking away. Veronica panted then screamed trying to get out of the straight jacket. "YOUR INSANE! I'M NOT INSANE!" she screamed as tears streamed down her face. "I'M NOT INSANE I'M NOT INSANE!" Hours later Veronica was taken to a room where other people rocked in chairs or sat in corners holding blankets and stuffed animals, a radio played with old swing music playing. She groaned as she now had a muzzle on from trying to bite a nurse along with the same straight jacket she was in. She was put in a chair near the radio, her eyebrows furrowed as she scanned the small room scoffing at everyone she saw. "I'm clearly more stable then half the idiots in this place." she growled. (Hey there! Just a heads up later on I will be posting character descriptions on my own account if you want to know background info or you can leave that up to the roleplay to reveal! I will be roleplaying Veronica and Dr. Thomas D Smith as well! Have fun! Please write at least four to five sentences before submitting so it makes it easier to reply! Thanks! -Noah ? )
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