Britt
Two Thousand Club
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This is set in modern day and the US government is.. rather shady, even dangerous. Everyone knows that already but this is different. There are people with superhuman abilities and the government likes that and so they bring them in to a program called Division. As someone with abilities, you definitely don't want to be brought there but good news is, not everyone is. Bad thing, there's a drug that they've developed to enhance the powers of those with abilities and the only problem is, it's killing them. All they want is to create a group of super soldiers to use in war. If you seem to be very good with your abilities, Division will be after you. So, how will your story play out?
Rules:
1. Obviously, the RPnation rules.
2. While you may have powers over other characters, no directly controlling them or their reactions.
3. No developing a second power or anything like that. You've got one, that's it.
4. Don't make your character super powerful and unable to be overpowered. That's just annoying.
So let's say that the story begins in the heart of Chicago..
Olivia smirked, entering a bar she frequently went to. She certainly didn't look old enough not to be I.D'd and she was underage, but that's where her fake I.D. came in handy. Pushing the bartender to give her drinks wasn't something she wanted to do, didn't wanna draw any attention to herself. She was no Watcher, so she didn't use alcohol to enhance her abilities but more as a release from her stresses. If anything, the alcohol only gave her less control and less accuracy over her abilities. She knew a few others with abilities that came here and that's why she went there as much as she did.
Dustin was watching behind the glass as a doctor injected yet another person with the drug meant to enhance their power. This one was a Watcher, like his mother. As they plunged the syringe into her arm and the drug went it, she convulsed for a minute and a loud "beeeeeeeeeep" echoed in the room as the monitor went off. They waiting a few more moments, hopeful that maybe, just maybe she'd come back. She didn't. Dustin sighed and shrugged it off, "Just another one," he said to his partner.
This is set in modern day and the US government is.. rather shady, even dangerous. Everyone knows that already but this is different. There are people with superhuman abilities and the government likes that and so they bring them in to a program called Division. As someone with abilities, you definitely don't want to be brought there but good news is, not everyone is. Bad thing, there's a drug that they've developed to enhance the powers of those with abilities and the only problem is, it's killing them. All they want is to create a group of super soldiers to use in war. If you seem to be very good with your abilities, Division will be after you. So, how will your story play out?
Rules:
1. Obviously, the RPnation rules.
2. While you may have powers over other characters, no directly controlling them or their reactions.
3. No developing a second power or anything like that. You've got one, that's it.
4. Don't make your character super powerful and unable to be overpowered. That's just annoying.
So let's say that the story begins in the heart of Chicago..
Olivia smirked, entering a bar she frequently went to. She certainly didn't look old enough not to be I.D'd and she was underage, but that's where her fake I.D. came in handy. Pushing the bartender to give her drinks wasn't something she wanted to do, didn't wanna draw any attention to herself. She was no Watcher, so she didn't use alcohol to enhance her abilities but more as a release from her stresses. If anything, the alcohol only gave her less control and less accuracy over her abilities. She knew a few others with abilities that came here and that's why she went there as much as she did.
Dustin was watching behind the glass as a doctor injected yet another person with the drug meant to enhance their power. This one was a Watcher, like his mother. As they plunged the syringe into her arm and the drug went it, she convulsed for a minute and a loud "beeeeeeeeeep" echoed in the room as the monitor went off. They waiting a few more moments, hopeful that maybe, just maybe she'd come back. She didn't. Dustin sighed and shrugged it off, "Just another one," he said to his partner.
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