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Incessant and screeching sirens were going off in his head. Images flashed across his minds eye, like an internal projector carouseling photographs of his life. Even when presented with Joebs trick of altering the very fabric of reality, he had issue focusing on it do to his suit mental assault...

The darkness was absolute to everything but them, their new abilities internally illuminating the path for the two. Hayden's visor continually adjusted the contrast, brightness and color filters depending on the location and need to provide optimal visibility at all times. Though being able to...

"A shadow leaned over me, a Whisper in the darkness, thoughts without sound. Sorrowful thoughts that filled me with helpless wonder and held me bound." - Alfred Noyes Hayden played nice with Rook. He kept that shit eating, million dollar smile plastered on his face, even through the handshake...

With a shrill and metallic sheek sheek sheek, Hayden idly scratched the crotch area of the suit. A bad habit he's had throughout life when regarding a puzzle. Hayden and Overlord were unanimous in the notion that the gargoyle that just bunker busted through the ceiling wasn't a threat. In fact...

Again. Sorry for delay. Sort of a UFC freak, and a few beers passed drunk. <.<

The door opened easily. Hayden was just about to enter the threshold after his recital of beautiful T.S. Eliot poetic justice, before a sound occured that convinced him the fucking world was ending. A portion of the ceiling caved in, the projectile crashing into the floor with enough force to...

Sorry for the delay. Had to write most of it at work. 12 hour day today. Work is the devil.

(combat theme: Name of The Game by The Crystal Method) Calling all freaks now... They say the dead don't speak. It' true. They scream. The guttural roar that came from Hayden's throat frightened him, at first not realizing the inhuman sound was coming from him in the jolt of his sudden...

Appreciate that. Definitely still trying to work out his balance between value and trouble, but I reckon worst comes to worst you can give me a few pointers.

Counter Initiative 9 Unit Intelligence Report Pre-Bullet Name: Hayden Vick Unit Alias: Whisper Unit Age: 32 Unit Gender: Male Mutant Classification: Augmented Physical Description: Subject is 6'2, 200 pounds. Solid, but long frame gives him the ability to control distances in close...

Hayden Vick - Great Hall - Breakfast Hayden stayed quiet during breakfast for the most part. The breakfast was foreign and probably will give everyone heart attacks three times over before the day was over, but a little cardiac arrest builds character. It wasn't until Thomas questioned Wilkas...

Hayden - Great Hall Hayden nodded at Emmanuel solemnly. At least he wasn't the only one who was put off by the barrier. He set his unfinished drink on a table. "And with that, ladies and gents, I think I'm off to bed. Big day tomorrow." Hayden lifted his bag off the ground, and retreated...

Hayden smirked and downed the vodka, letting out a long sound sigh of satisfaction. Or maybe pain. First one was always the worst. "Just a little rusty is all." And with that he poured himself another Emmanuel filled him in on his background. He was intrigued he was brazilian, having a great...

Hayden poured himself a drink, pulling it back and forth in its glass. He had tuned out the others for a moment, retreating back into his mind, eyes idly locked on his drink. He had tried not to think about it, but the wall around the village had bothered him. He had at first simply chalked it...

Hayden frowned at Joseph, approaching him. "You sure, man? You're Joe, right" Hayden stood, flanking Joseph, allowing a few seconds of silence to pass before giving Joseph a friendly pat on the back of his shoulder. "Suit yourself. I'll make sure it keeps clear of the lab." An eyebrow was...

Hayden tried to stare a hole through the back of Grey's head, but to no avail. The guy had spunk, and he respected that much, but his attitude warranted far more than the middle finger Hayden rose to Grey's back. Now it was his turn to down the contents of the bottle, belching into an enclosed...

Hayden grinned sheepishly at Jessica's jab, those pearly whites of his contrasting against his thick, untamed beard. Idly wiping some of the dribble out of his beard, he sipped the beer again, offering a roll of his eyes at the on going spat between Jessica and the snob. "Alright, children...

An athlete he may be, but smooth he is not. The projectile beer bottle caught him off guard, bouncing off his hands in his first catch attempt, launching him into a spastic juggling act, before ending in a crouched position, bottle caught in his vice grip, although upside down. Exhaling, he...

Hayden was out of his element. The entire trip he kept mostly to himself except for the van ride to the village, where he struck out trying to have a conversation with the Polish version of the terminator. Wilkas had stonewalled Hayden with curt answers, and at times only grunts. However there...

Any spots left? I'm down.