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It was a Monday, a day like any other day. I left a small town for the apple of decay. It was my destiny, it's what we needed to do.
DAY TWO Monday, September 23, 2013 Beep beep, beep beep, beep, beep. The sound of Tyson's cell phone alarm wakes him up from a very vivid dream. Hitch wakes up as well and let's out a large yawn and starches his legs while heading into the kitchen. Tyson sits up on his bed and starches out as well, with just about all his bones and joints popping and cracking as he began to wake up.Slowly walking into the kitchen Tyson let's out a loud yawn that sounded like a bear growling while rubbing his eyes just trying to get his gears moving and the cobwebs out of his head. Tyson opens the frig and cabinet next to it and grabs the milk, two bowls and heads over to the closet and grabs a box of Coco Puffs. Tyson opens the gallon of milk and sniffs it to check to see if it was spoiled or not because it was way to early to decrypt the expiration date on to jug. Deeming it ok he pours the milk in one bowl and places it next to Hitch's food bowel. With the cat stratified he mixed the milk and cereal in the other bowl to get that coco goodness.With his breakfast of champions in hand he sat down the couch and turned on the news. "Good morning Galway!" the news anchor said in a disgustingly cheerful voice that all anchors have that most people just can't stand this early in the morning. "Its 6 am, and looks like it's going to bee a beautiful sunny day today." The news went on about the weather which always just goes right over Tyson's head. "In other news massive electrical storms have cropped up all over the world. While scientist call it a freak natural occurrence. A few religious experts say it may be signs. When asked what signs they refused to comment." Rolling his eyes Tyson finishes his breakfast. Realizing he has less than 20 minutes Tyson jumps into the shower for a quick wash down and gets dressed in under 10 minutes, a personal best for him. After all that Tyson grabs his piece and shield and bolts down to his car, a cherry red 1967 Pontiac GTO, Denise his pride and joy. Tyson gets into his beloved car, and presses down on the Hellboy bobble head he keeps on the dash. "Morning baby, how'd you sleep last night?" Denise was Tyson's fathers car. He gave it to him before he died of lung cancer when he was 16.Arriving just 2 minutes early Tyson clocks in. "Yo, Ty!" called a short but muscular black man. "Jimbo!" Tyson called to his partner. "Do you have to call me that? Its James, whenever someone calls me that I have the overwhelming feeling that I'm about to get a wet willy." Tyson smirked at James. James was the youngest of seven brothers, so as you could guess he didn't have the most peaceful relationship with his brothers, or at least growing up. "Hey, don't think you still won't." Tyson gets along real well with James because they are a lot alike. They like the same kind of music, movies, tv shows and books. "Alright then Buster Brown, you ready to go on patrol?" James asked. "Alright, I'll drive dark chocolate." "No I drive." "Fine, but you buy the coffee." "deal." The of them went on while heading towards the cruiser.Before they went on patrol, they always stopped at the same gas station to get coffee and a couple of candy bars. "Here you go buddy." James said while handing Tyson the coffee and two Crunch candy bars. "Thanks, I'll buy lunch." "No need bleach bottle, Lucy made us something special." James pulls out a pink Dora the Explorer lunch box with about all the dignity he could muster. He opened it showing two diagonally cut peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a apple and grape juice box. "Ah, five star chief that one. I don't know since you fail at making toast. Ah sweet grape." Lucy was James 7 year old daughter. "All right vanilla waver let's roll." James said as he went around the other side of the car. "So anymore of those Angel dreams Roma Downey?" James asked Tyson. "Dude, your just gonna mock me." "What I'd never. Your dreams are the highpoint of my day.""Yeah no not this time. By the way if I'm Roma Downey then your Della Reese. Beitch your a supporting actress." James chuckles and puts on Angels have Fallen by Kansas on the radio. Tyson gives him a 'I'm not amused' face."This is dispatch, there is a 507 at the Huntsman Inn. I repeat a 507 at the Huntsman inn." "Yay, dispatch this is officer Tyson Malone, we're not that far, we'll check it out." About two hours of driving around with nothing to do they finally got something to do. Although a 507, a public nescience is a common thing for them to handle since they only been on the job for 6 months. "I bet you its Lester. I'm telling you its Lester!" James said overjoyed because as public nesciences was his favorite thing. "No way! We busted him 6 weeks ago, he always waits about 2 month before raving again." Tyson argued with James over it. Lester is a old man who is always public raving that the end is coming.Arriving at the inn, they see a dirty 59 year old man in torn clothing was yelling "Repent, the end is nigh! The Rapture is looming over us! All sinners, heathens, and non believers shall burn in the fiery pit!" at anyone who went in or out of the inn. "Is your soul ready? Is yours ready? Or yours?" he continued to yell at the people. "Ha! Told you! Tell me do you ever get tired of being wrong?" James mocked Tyson because the bum was Lester. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Forgive me for looking for good in people." Tyson smirked. Parking a few feet away from Lester. The partners stepped out of the car and moved towards Lester. "Ok Lester you made your point. Now come on down to the station with us and let's talk this out." Lester looking over at them sighed. "Ok Tyson I'll go with you. You always are nice to me. But you'll know I'm right soon enough." Lester told them. "Right, just like in December when you jacked that news camera to tell everyone about the Mayan apocalypse that was gonna doom us all." James said sarcastically. Tyson smacks him on the back of the head and gives him a 'be nice' look.
Tyson begins cleaning up his living room, throwing away empty beer bottles and putting dirty plates in the dish washer. After making sure Hitch has food and water. With everything in the right hand column, Tyson heads to a good nights sleep after a long days work. Tyson just leaps onto the bed after putting on his pajama bottoms, with Hitch not too far behind. "Good night, Hitch." He says looking over at Hitch as he begins curling up on Tyson's abdomen. "Good night...........Jen." Ever since the accident he still told her good night even though he wasn't sure about a afterlife, but Jen was very religious and was so sure there was a heaven. After that, Tyson goes to the warm embrace of sleep.
Hi, may I join? Username: lord-insan-E-O Designation: OmegaTech Character Name: Ryder 'Muscle' Sanders Age: 17 Physical Appearance: He's about 5'2 when not 'amped' when 'amped' he can grow up to 8'1. Has a sort of a dirty blonde hair color and keeps it cut short and his eyes are a misty grey color, but are pure green when 'amped'. He has a very thin beard that's just coming in. He wears a gray sleeveless shirt and blue jeans and a pair of brown work boots that expands to fit him when he amps. Powers and Abilities: Ryder can increase his muscle mass, which he calls 'amping'. Which means he can increase his strength and durability. When amped he can lift a few tons. But it does have a down side, if he stays amped for more than two hours he could die due to the strain on his body. Short Biography: Ryder grew up with a good family and had the whole 'white picket fence' childhood. His ability manifested when he was 11, and his parents tried to help him control his new power and keep it under wraps for about a year. But with his powers growing more and more they posed a danger to himself and others. It became apparent that they needed experts. So they sent him to the scientists when he was 12, about a month before the riot. Since he spent less time in the facility then some of the other Enhancermorphs he's a little less mentally and emotionally damaged by the experiments. With the city built, he adjusted quickly to his new surroundings by helping a lot of the younger Enhancermorphs get settled into the new environment. His strength also came in handy with the construction of the new utopia. Now a days he's still protective of the other Enhancemorphs and doing anything to keep them safe acting kind of like a den mother but a dude. Most of the time when interacting with a adult he tries to come off as serious, more grew up, but when talking to someone younger or around his age he lets his hair down and acts a little more like a normal teen. Enhancemorph Type: Born
Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when your done, lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more!
"Police, open up!" a deep Irish voice yells while pounding on Tyson's door. Tyson with a confused look cracked open the door to see who it was. Peaking out the door he saw a tall, bald, older man with a large mustache that made him look like a walrus on the other side. "Steward, what do you want?" Tyson asked with a annoyed look on his face opens the door the rest of the way. "Well for one don't be an ass and invite me in." Rolling his eyes Tyson gestures for Steward to come. "There's beer in the frig, help yourself. My falling apart stink hole is your falling apart stink hole." Moving towards the couch, Steward puts Hitch down on the off the couch. "Shoo, I hate cats!" "Hey don't diss my cat. I know your jealous because he has more hair then you but don't worry I'm sure there's someone out there who likes 'em bald. Hey, they make some pretty convincing wigs, if you want we can go shopping. I see you as a perky redhead." Steward chuckles, that's something Tyson always liked about him, he knows when to laugh at himself. "God your a dick. I came by to check on you, I heard that you went back to work. Are you sure your ready? Its only been a few weeks since the accident, not a long time to mo-" Tyson with a angry look towards his friend " Enough! Its been long enough I'm ready to get back to the job!" Shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath in trying to calm down, let out a big sigh. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired of being asked that. I....I just need to work. To you know keep my mind occupied." Steward getting up off the couch puts his hand on his friends shoulder and smiles. "It's ok, your my friend I worry. Don't hold it against me." "So what now you want a hug or something." Chuckling, Steward let's out a little smile. "Nah I'm good. Now isn't there a game?" So after that um heart felt moment, the two friends began watching a soccer game, and drinking a couple beers. With a nerviest look Steward asked "Um I know I shouldn't ask but did you talk to the guy who caused the accident? Uh feel free not to answer if I over stepped my bounds here." "No, its ok. The guy, his name was Rick or something. I went searching for him in the hospital after the doctors.....after the doctor's called it. He lived though it but at the cost of his legs." Tyson sat forward with tears about to come out of his eyes "Rick, was laying there in the bed, looking out the window. With tears just gushing off of his eyes. He looked over at me, just trying to speak but all he was doing was blubbering. I couldn't understand him, but he knew who I was. Maybe he saw me in the ER or just figured out who I was, or something. I didn't care, I was.... I was ready to kill him." Tyson continued his story as tears began to roll down his face. "As I walked towards him with just fire in my eyes, he looked at me. And said 'I'm sorry.' I just stopped and looked at him. He was a broken man, you could smell the remorse and guilt on him. And I........and I said 'I forgive you.'" Tyson looked down on the flour with a guiltily look. "What!?" Tyson looked over to steward with eyes full of grief "I know, I......I just didn't think. I don't know if it was how he said it or the look on his face but when I heard him say 'I'm sorry.' I......just.....wasn't angry at him anymore. I didn't blame him anymore. What's that say about me huh?" Tyson grew angry and started pacing though the living room. "That I didn't love her enough to even tell off the man who caused the accident?!?" Growing more and more angry, Tyson punched the wall leaving a crack and several pictures falling off the wall. "Ty, calm down. you know what that says about you? That your a damn good man, damn good! I would have beaten him down so bad that you would need dental records to ID him! That doesn't mean you loved her any less. I don't think she would have wanted you to do anything different, do you?" Tyson began to calm down, looking at his friend and smiled "Yeah, that was one of the reasons why I loved her. She always found the good in people no matter how deep it was. Thanks Steward, if you don't mind I'd like some time to think." With a half smile Steward nodded and left. "Call if you need me. So try not to need me. Dick." Tyson smiled [COLOR=#00ffff]"See ya. Ass." [/COLOR][COLOR=#c0c0c0]Steward saw Tyson as a little brother and that was their way of saying goodbye.[/COLOR]
In a small two bedroom apartment the door opens and a young 25 year old man walks through, holding a duffel bag with his name, Tyson Malone on it, over his shoulder.He sets the bag in front of a small end table beside the door. He puts his badge and gun on the end table next to a picture of him with a young woman with jet black hair. With a saddened look he lets out a loud sigh, and heads through his living room towards the kitchen. Opening the closet in the kitchen moving a bunch of caned foods and pulling out a medium sized bag of cat food. As he began pouring the food in a clear plastic bowl that says 'Hitch' on the counter next to the refrigerator, a small black and white cat jumped up on the counter and began eating out of the bowl as Tyson was feeding him. Tyson stopped after the bowl was full, "Slow down there buddy it will be there later." he said while petting Hitch's head with a faint smile on his face. Grabbing a beer out of the refrigerator, he went over to his phone seeing he had a message on it. He pressed a button to see who it was, it was his mother. Rolling his eyes he listened to the message "Ty its me, its been two weeks since we last talked, three since the funeral. I know what your going though, come home. You don't ne-" Tyson ends the play back. "That's enough of that." Opening the beer and taking a swig he walks over to the couch. Sitting down on the couch, with Hitch following behind, he picks up his remote for his small flat screen TV and starts flipping though the channels until he finds a soccer game on. He didn't really care about the game, he just watches so he has something to talk to his co-workers about at the police station. And getting them to stop hassling him over being American doesn't hurt either.
Ohhh I'm sorry. I hope that's better. Again sorry.
Username: lord-insan-E-O Name: Tyson 'Ty' Malone Angel: Zadkiel- Righteousness of God Appearance: uniform, street cloths is just a plain black shirt, jeans, and wears a brown leather jacket.Age: 25 Location: Galway, Ireland Occupation: Police Officer Religious Views: Agnostic Personality: Ty is a nice, fun loving, and caring guy who takes great pride in his work. He is also very stubborn, has strong sense of justice, and hates being wrong about anything. He dislikes violence, only using if necessary and would prefer to use peaceful means to resolve a situation if possible. He has a very sarcastic attitude and loves joking around with people. Other: Has only been a cop for 6 months.
May I join, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D Name: Tyson Malone Age: 21 Appearance: linked mofo Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Ability: Hyperadrenal Side Effect: The more he uses his ability the more he becomes addicted to the rust of power, making him more willing to fight so he can use it. Personality: Before his ability cropped up he was a calm, quiet, well mannered guy. But after he changed due to all the dosing of endorphins he needs to get 'amped' in order to use his ability like an addict addicted to a drug, he became short tempered, more aggressive, extremely self-confident, and pretty arrogant. But he's still not a bad guy and knows right from wrong. btw tell me if the side effect isn't enough. :D
Hi may I join, pleaseeeeeeeeeee. :D Username: lord-insan-E-O Real name and Superhero Alias: Tray Kane/Archer Age and Appearance: 22 years old, (everyday) he has long blonde hair that he keeps in a ponytail, has many small scars all over his face, and wears just a plain black shirt and jeans. (Alter ego) As Archer he wears black jeans, a black leather jacket with a red cross hairs symbol on the back over a thin black hoodie, he keeps the hood up. And wears a special pair of goggles that can zoom in on targets over 6 miles away, has night vision, and infrared vision. He wears a large quiver on his back and two smaller ones attached to his belt and legs. Biography: For most of his life Tray lived on the streets doing whatever it took to survive. Until one day when he was 13 he was getting savagely beaten by a gang of men, it wasn't until 40 something year old man with two rather intimating bodyguards stepped in did the gang stop. Impressed by his resilience to back down against overwhelming odds the man, only know as Zeus, was the leader of a league of assassins known as Olympus took the young teenager under his wing. Where he trained him to be a assassin along with Zeus's son Damien. As being trained with Damien, Tray thought of him as his brother and that they had a friendly rivalry, Damien felt different. Damien was extremely jealous of Tray due to Zeus paying a lot of attention to Tray and would go out of his way to make him look bad. While trained to use about every weapon imagined, Tray preferred to use a bow because he liked the control he had over the bow and felt it was more predictable and less sloppy than a gun. And not to be outdone by Tray, Damien began using a bow too. But as time went on Tray grew to hate the killing, he wanted to make a difference in the world and eventually left Olympus much to the dismay to Zeus, who sent his top agents to bring Tray back to no avail. Zeus eventually gave up and went in a deep depression because Tray was like a son to him. Damien, going under the name Apollo, felt that his father was unfit to lead and challenged him for leadership, but failed. Later Damien killed Zeus framing Tray. With Olympus in his hand and everyone believing Tray guilty, Damien made Tray enemy number 1. With every agent after him, Tray went to AEGIS for protection in offer for his services as agent and some info on Olympus. Since Olympus prefers to stay anonymous they would never attack AEGIS out right, they stopped all attacks on Tray and just disappeared off the map. And Tray has been with AEGIS ever since hoping to repay his debt and maybe save a few lives instead of taking them. Personality: Tray for the most part is a quiet guy who prefers to keep things to himself which makes him come off as cold and disinterested in anyone else, but he is afraid if anyone knew about his past they would think of him as a monster given that he's a former assassin. While on a mission he prefers to get things done quick and doesn't give up until the missions over, and always with a sarcastic attitude. Given his history he doesn't trust too easily and is borderline paranoid, but for those he does trust he is extremely loyal to them. He is a caring person under his gruff exterior. He also likes to give nicknames to people from pop-culture. Powers and Equipment: While he doesn't have any powers but his strength, speed, agility, stamina, reflexes, and eyesight are above average but not superhuman. He is skilled in about every martial art known to man. He uses a compound bow with a whole lot of trick arrows in his quivers. His arrows include electric arrows, tranquilizer arrows, explosive arrows (has some that can detonate with his voice command), regular arrows, glue arrows, tear gas arrows, smokescreen arrows, flash grenade arrows, net arrows, and non-lethal impact arrows. He is extremely accurate with just about anything. And he keeps a collapsible steel baton in case he runs out of arrows. Also he is a skilled driver. Other: Enjoys greasy food, lemon-lime sodas, cherry flavored suckers, pie, soap operas, 1970s to 1990s classic rock, and anything with Gary Oldman in it, because HE IS AN ACTING GOD. My favorite superhero is Nightcrawler from X-Men because I find him such an interesting character given his appearance and his beliefs. My favorite supervillian is Two-face from Batman because I love the idea of someone's life being ruled by pure chance. btw tell me if I have too many gadgets. :D
Tron Lives
Make it so mofo.
"ok looks like I am on my own." Taylor said as he looks around.
"ok wat now casper, i am flippers love child what next?" Taylor shouted hoping T.K's spirit will hear.
"o joy i will become flippers love child. see u later casper." Taylor said while walking thur the portal
"ok now wheres this place?" Taylor asked while rolling his eyes
"fine, Casper i will go and save the world. so where do we start?" Taylor asked
"I really don't care" Taylor said then walks thur the spirit
