Isabela Sharp
Cognitive Projection[M:0]
Smile, bitch. You're on candid camera.[A1i:3]
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Post by Isabela Sharp on Aug 24, 2009 23:42:01 GMT -5
///// Isabela Sharp phoenix, arizona chapter one: shadows
The chaotic mess of colors had been dazzling and disorienting to say the least. A few seconds after her silent charge, Isabela found herself standing face-to-face with the killer of her vision. The man who's hands would char the girl's skin brittle and black.
She fought back the shaking of the adrenaline in her body, holding the man down at the end of her nightstick. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the handle tight, and prepared to bring her arm back and then down over the man's head if he made a move in her direction. With deep breaths, she steadied herself.
"Get your friend and get to the library." she spoke calmly, but sternly, not turning to face either of the girls, "There's an officer there, please send him down this way."
Before the man could even speak, Isabela took a half-step back, keeping just enough distance from the man to be ready to evade and counter-attack, should his hands come too close. "Sir, I suggest you sit still." she confronted him. "It's gonna be a shit-ton worse on you if you do anything other than exactly that."
Inwardly, her blood was boiling. She wanted to strike at him again for what he had done, for what he was going to do, but she stood her ground. Perhaps she was over-confident because she was harmed, but she couldn't bear to let this man remain on the streets.
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Post by Naomi Takeda on Aug 31, 2009 20:49:34 GMT -5
Was it too late that their savior intervened?
Naomi rushed to pick up her roommate, who for unexplained reasons, was suffering acid burns from the result of being splashed by a puddle, and, thinking on her feet, pulled her by the arm so she could stand. Really, she could have made so many wisecracks about Phoenix's pollution problems if its random dirty alleyway puddles could scald someone like that, but it was neither the time nor the place.
The girl's skin sizzled disgustingly on her arms and neck, but she was undeterred by the pain when her survival instinct kicked in. Frankie could join her roommate and run away, but, as Naomi was glad to oblige, she had to depend on the other young woman for balance. Once they rounded the corner, though, Frankie fell to the ground, hissing in pain. She let out an anguished cry, her reddened face contorted by her agony.
With eyes wide as saucers, Naomi almost felt paralyzed so as to watch hopelessly. Her roommate's skin was slowly being eaten away right before her very eyes and...she realized something. That afternoon, during her quick lunch, she had picked up a small bottle of milk that she was unable to finish. If it was possible for her eyes to widen more, they would certainly do so-- but for a different reason.
Smiling with an incredibly cautious air about her, Naomi reached into her purse and grabbed the very same bottle she knew she had and she thought she saw when she had reached for her pepper spray. She hoped that, despite being half-empty, it would suit her need for the present time. "A base counteracts an acid!" Naomi chirped rather abruptly, but Frankie wasn't about to listen-- after all, she had more important things on her mind. "A base counteracts an acid, base counteracts an acid, base counteracts acid, base...acid..."
It was like a chant Naomi was going over, but during that time, she pulled off the lid and, trying to conserve her wares, threw about half the remainder on the exposed underside of Frankie's neck, then the rest on her arms, which she had used to block. Hoping it would work, the kneeling Naomi watched with curious eyes. She didn't even stop to think what righteous recompense the evil man was getting at that moment.
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Post by NPC on Sept 5, 2009 0:25:28 GMT -5
The woman in front of Father Lindon's blood may have boiling, but Father Lindon concentrated on making it burn—not enough to kill the woman, but enough to make her drop her guard. He did not know if she was an abomination or not, but she was a threat to God's work, and since his work here was interrupted, he needed to beat a hasty retreat. “Out of my way,” he snarled, slowly rising to his feet, channeling his power slowly so as to cause harm, but not fatal harm to the woman. ”Do not stand in the way of the will of God.”[/i] His hands clenched at his sides, anger at his failure and the ignorance of bystanders contorting his face into a mask of feral rage. The abomination had to die, and these meddling women were in his way, thwarting the will of God.
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Isabela Sharp
Cognitive Projection[M:0]
Smile, bitch. You're on candid camera.[A1i:3]
Posts: 11
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Post by Isabela Sharp on Sept 6, 2009 22:50:52 GMT -5
///// Isabela Sharp phoenix, arizona chapter one: shadows
Isabela stood her ground, just out of the man's reach with her arm held toward him. She may have had little combat training throughout her life, in any form, but she brandished her nightstick like a trained fighter. Her knuckles were white as she gripped at the handle, and it's black length held aligned with her forearm. In the moment, she focused on how she would attack the man if he made a false move.
"Sir, you are in violation of the law. I am authorized to use force to detain you if necessary." she kept her composure, despite the nervousness throughout her body. Adrenaline had her bursting at the seams, ready to spring into motion and do something-- to end the standstill. "God..." she couldn't help but spit with disgust at the man. "How dare you... Is this the first time you've tried to take a life? Are you already a murderer?"
"How dare you pretend to work for such an authority..."
Her words were stingingly crisp, cold, and flat, and she delivered them without mercy, like a blade of steel.
Feeling directly challenged, Lindon sturdied his resolve and regained his composure, his fists clenching at his sides now. He'd have to act carefully against the woman, who despite a slighter stature, was armed with a weapon that could seriously hurt him. He soon resumed focus on her, to manipulate the balances within her body.
Isabela began to show more evident signs, becoming dizzy, disoriented, and feeling confident, he growled at her again, "None can challenge God, and if you stand in his way..." he began to lift his hand to her, "If you insist on assisting the abominations... you will not be spared of his judgement."
At this point, Isabela staggered back, and dropped her arms, leaning against the brick wall behind her, "...but you're one of us... you're one of us... how can you hate us so much...?"
His eyes grew wide, and he realized by her words that she was no sympathizer, she, too had a cursed power... and this was his chance to kill her, even if the other one had gotten away. His mind quickly returned to faith, seeing the opportunity, but in his confidence, lost concentration over the effect he was placing her body under.
It was time for a more direct approach. He leaned forward, and dug his fingers into the puddle, prepared to launch a handful of acidic water straight for her face, but soon felt a sharp thud against his skull, and his body went slack, dropping into the water below.
Pre-empting his move, Isabela struck him with the nightstick, right to the side of the skull with a loud crack, but she knew her life was in danger, and turned to make her immediate escape. Lindon struggled against a spinning dizziness as he struggled to his feet, hearing her footfalls down the alleyway as he stood, and began to make pursuit.
It seemed the further from him she got, the more Isabela seemed to recover from whatever he was doing to her, and as her mind raced, she realized how close she had come. She hadn't realized that he was using his ability on her body, stirred up in her adrenaline rush. She soon erupted from the other side, and across the street into a small park, where she leaned over and propped her hands to her knees to catch her breath for a quick moment.
She was in a more open area now, surely he wouldn't...
A sharp burning interrupted her thoughts as she began to regain her bearings, a burning that stretched from her ear and jaw to her chest, and over her right shoulder. It became hard to breathe, and she clawed at the pain, only to feel a burning at her fingertips.
So he had managed to get her, and... that was it.
She began to fear for her life, looking around the park for any hope of help at all, anyone who might be around, but lost her strength and fell to her knees, then to her side, and suffering in quiet breaths, silently hoped that she had cracked his skull open and completely killed him. Fear, and so many other emotions stirred as she began to remember all her friends at the Agency.
She settled on a sense of satisfaction... the Agency she had built existed to get monsters such as that man... off of the streets.
Am I dying? I know... they'll carry on my work...
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