;;Heroes;;{{Destiny's calling}} Actual RP

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{{Destiny's Calling..}}

Have you ever felt like you were meant for something more?

Like the path you're on isn't for you...?

Why are you who you are?​

The questions we have to answer throughout our lives that make us feel alone....but we never are. There are more of us. Hundreds. Thousands, maybe more. People who are "different", "special". People with powers that can't seem to be explained in any other way than a gift from God. For some they seem like a curse, but I'm convinced these powers are meant to do good, not evil.

There are some people who don't believe any good can come from them. They hunt us, think of us more like animals than humans. And if we don't stick together, they will take us down one by one.

So we must come together and fight back. It's the only way we can ever hope for a normal life. Don't give up because it's more than just you're life on the line.

-ANGEL​

((This RP is based on the show "Heroes" so you're welcome to throw in some Cannons from the show.))

.::Rules::.
1>No Ch@T$p3ak, grammar is a must.
2>The usual no Godmoding, powerplaying, ect. IF YOU DO I WILL CUT YOU. ;]
3>Romance is encouraged
4>Try to post frequently, and add your own twists to the plot to keep it interesting. Remember, no one is more important than anyone else here. Try to include everyone.
5>If you read all of the rules post "Ice Ice Baby" in your profile
6>Keep even numbers of good guys and bad guys, and guys and gals.

 

"Goodnight Mom, Dad.." Those were the last words Aaron had said to his parents before leaving, that and he gave his little sister a kiss goodnight. He had left a note on the kitchen counter saying were he would be, what hotel he was going to, and even which airlines he was taking. Otherwise guilt would have stopped him from even leaving, which for whatever reason, he had to do. It only made matters worse when his little eight-year-old sister walked in while he was writing the note. He couldn't stop thinking of her sad little face on the flight over.
He sighed when the flight attendant came over the intercom and announced to fasten their seat belts.
"This'll be a new beginning..." He whispered to himself closing his eyes. It was a habit of his whenever a plane took off. He loved the feeling of defying the very nature of gravity and liked to live it in the moment.

* * *

"Hey, wake up sleepy head," Shane felt something cold and hard whack him in the face,"It's time to close up."
"Ouch.." Shane groaned slowly sitting up and looked up at Rebbecca.
"Keep this up and you'll be out of a job again."
He had finally gotten a job at his dojo , and had somehow fallen asleep again.
"Same time as yesterday too." he sighed, a smile playing on his lips.
Rebbecca was always giving him a hard time, and always got mad at him for stupid things, but she never could stay mad for long. She was his sensei's daughter, and no matter what crap she put him through, he couldn't be mean to her if he wanted to keep his job.
"I think I'll hang around for a while longer. Practice some stuff." Shane shrugged vaguely.
Rebbecca rolled her eyes, "Just lock up when your done."
Shane nodded, still groggy from sleep. Rebbecca turned around and accidentally knocked into a man in a black hat and brown leather coat.
"Excuse me.." The man said politely taking off his hat. Rebbecca gave a sarcastic smile.
"You're excused."
That got a chuckle out of Shane. Rebbecca left the dojo with one last look over her shoulder, her face was an expression mixed with sarcasm, and a shadow of questioning and of fear. Once Rebbecca left, the man looked over at Shane, a few strands of his neatly combed blond hair falling into his face.
"Can I help you?" Shane recomposed himself and asked trying to put on his 'talking to a customer' voice.
"Yes, I believe you can." The man said in a low voice, a strange smile slowly stretching across his face. He reached into the inner pocket of his brown leather coat pocket pulling out a gun.

 

Shane took a step back with eyes widened as the events unfolded. Thank God Rebbecca left...Who are these guys? he thought uneasily. A moment later Shane snapped back into reality. Before he realized what he doing he took a step in front of the blond guy, who looked about his age, reached his hand out to lower his gun.
It was the strangest sensation. Why in the world would he want to save the man who just pulled a gun to him? He had seen people die before, why would this stranger be any different?
"You don't want to do that." Shane said stolidly.
Out of the corner of his eye the man was slowly backing toward the door.
"Hold it." He said with the slightest edge of malice, dashing between the door and the man. The strange man didn't even try to stop him, he only grinned and glanced between Leo and Shane.
"Who ARE you?"

* * *

"Come on Christina hurry up!!! We'll be late if we don't leave in five minutes!!" Christina's mom roared. She was in one of her moods again, and it didn't help matters that Darren, Christina's elder brother, was about to have an interview with a some country music magazine that was interested in "their family history". She had feeling it was nothing but bull shit but her parents thought otherwise.
"Fi-," she stopped her self from saying five more minutes, knowing that would only make matters worse. Sluggishly she rolled out of bed and threw back on her best blue jeans, ( the only ones without holes), a new shirt, and her lucky key-necklace.
"I knew I shouldn't have taken a nap." She grumbled fixing a few stray curls in her dark auburn hair. She ran downstairs and grabbed a leftover slice of pizza for dinner. "We're driving down to Memphis tomorrow you know." her dad stated fixing his shirt. He knew how she hated traveling everyday.
"How wonderful. Memphis here I come!" she grinned.

 

Shane flinched when he heard the crash of the glass over the merchandise counter and the unmistakable sound of a trigger pulled.
"Sensei's gonna kill me.." he murmured, dashing behind the strange man and placing him in a guillotine submission hold. He didn't loosen an inch until he slowly felt the man slink out of consciousness.
Shane stood up and looked at Leo. "You didn't have to pull the trigger you know. It would have only taken a few more seconds to get him under." he said surveying the damage.
"Who are you? " he said scooting the man's unconscious body into the office area.

 

Shane buried his hands into his pants pockets and chuckled with his back to Leo
"Yeah, your probably right.." he shrugged.
But I have to know why he was even here in the first place....He didn't even look toward the register,so I doubt he was interested in money.. he thought pensively.
"But..I don't think that was a robber." he turned and faced Leo with the friendliest smile he could muster, which didn't really say much.
"I'm Shane, so.....what made you just bust in here anyway?" he asked slightly suspicious.

 

Shane listened quietly as he grabbed a musty old broom from the cleaning closet. He walked over to the merchandise area next to Leo and swept up the sharp shards of glass left as the remains of the display counter.
"Sounds very noble of you..... But sometimes the intent and circumstances behind the crime is more important than the crime itself. Not all criminals deserve to die. A lot do, but some are only driven to it when its their last resort.." He trailed off.
"What if you made a mistake, and someone deemed you not worthy of living anymore only because of that mistake. Things change. People make mistakes, I know I have a huge share of them." He stopped sweeping the glass remnants and looked up at Leo.
"What if you did kill that man, what give you the right to play God on who deserves life and who deserves death?" he eyes smoldered. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he knew that he secretly was referring to himself.

 

Shane briefly widened his eyes, but then chuckled.
"If you haven't noticed, life's not exactly black and white.There's also many shades of gray......which it seems like you live in that very gray area your life resides in you just can't seem to grasp..."
Shane reached in front of him and lightly snapped his fingers. Instantly a small controlled flame appeared in the palm of his hand.
"In fact.....you're the one becoming the murderer when you kill those people....What? Did you think your the only one with special abilities? Hyped up genetics? No..."
he walked over to the open office door where the strange man lay unconscious and pointed to the limp figure.
"And honestly, I think that these powers have something to do with this man holding a gun to my head!"

 

Shane kept a steady gaze on Leo.
"You really think I'd let you stay at my house?" he laughed silently to himself.
"Well, I can't believe I"m doing this but....sure, but first let's get this guy to the cops." He made his way to the dojo's office and warily slid open the door. "Shit..." he cursed under his breath and turned to Leo wide eyed.
"He's gone."

* * *

 

Shane shook his head. "Chill dude, we both did." He stated folding his arms.
"I'll find him. After all, things around here were getting a little too boring anyway.." he grinned devilishly and started switching off the lights.
"Comm'on, I gotta lock up."

* * *

David stumbled over a trash can as he rounded the corner of the nearest alley. The ground seemed to move underneath his feet as a vicious cough shook through him as he collapsed onto his knees. His heartbeat pounded within his head. Slowly, he slumped against one wall of the narrow alley.
"Damn kid.." He breathed, still gasping for air from the quick getaway. He shook his head and chuckled to himself.
It's my own fault. he thought, That's what I get for being too hasty. He examined his bleeding knuckles and cut forearms. One particularly nasty cut on his left forearm would need stitches. He glanced out at the nearly empty streets.
"Looks like I'm paying someone a little visit." he said between clinched teeth as he yanked a sliver of glass out of his arm. Using his less injured arm, he supported himself as he stood up, brushing off his black hat and fixing his leather coat. Based outward appearance, no one could have guess he was in any form of fight.

* * *

 

Shane closed the door and locked it shut. The police had bombarded him with questions, as if he wasn't tired enough for one night. They finally had left to file the police report. Something in Shane's gut told him this wouldn't be the last he would hear from them any time soon.
He gave Leo a side glace.
"You okay man?" he asked popping up the hood up his jacket and shoving his hands into the pockets. He was pretty shaken up from the events of the night, but mostly through the exhilaration, not so much the fear. From time to time he would have his "adrenaline junkie" tendencies, but this was something completely new, as if he was stepping into an entirely new world.

* * *

 

Shane chuckled as he climbed up the steps to his apartment. He had been living by his self for a while now, and his land lord was stoned half the time. A lot of the reason Shane decided to stay sober amidst a world of druggies and dropouts was because he had seen what they did to their lives.
"You'll probably need to go with the coach." He said pushing the heavy door. A few flakes of navy paint shook off as the door swung open.
"Sorry....This is kinda all I can afford." Shane said a little self conscious. He wasn't particularly used to company of any sort, especially strangers. His apartment was small, musty, yet somewhat neat. It had a main room, and tiny bedroom, and a decently sized bathroom.The gray carpet was dirty and had the occasional unidentifiable stain.
Shane tossed his bag into the corner,
" Get some rest, I donno know about you, but tomorrow I'm catching some mysterious hat guy." he said with a devilish grin.