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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
GROUP:Sector
AGE:35 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:6' 1"
SEXUALITY:Closet Bisexual
OCCUPATION:Detective of Gifted Affairs
WRITTEN:150 posts
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 7, 2024 0:19:13 GMT -5
[for Aurora Aquino]
The alert for violent Gifted activity came in late in his shift. He responded to the warning in the second wave of agents, all of them Gifted except for him, most of them giving him looks. Which was why he wasn’t surprised when he was posted with the regular police after the major event was cleared up.
He got some of the report through their radios, Gifted suspect, some technical terms for whatever their gift was(he tried to follow along while also doing his best to talk to the regular officers on the scene and let them know things were under control. He missed something about suspected arson or anything else.
The police had set up a line around one block of the old apartment building and its lower parking garage, but thankfully it was a largely deserted area of the city so they didn’t have to worry too much about civilians and as far as he could tell, the cops dealt with any interested parties. Which left him as the doorman listening on the headset to the teams inside clearing rooms. It was boring, but it was field work and he would take it any day of the week over desk work. Even if he knew he would be the one filing all the reports for this.
Ferris settled his hands on his protective vest, grimacing and looking up at the darkening blue strip of sky between the buildings as he proceeded to make a lap of the building. Nothing looked amiss besides the main flight of stairs from the parking level looked like something had crashed a semi cab into it, only there was no semi cab or any other debris besides the mangled cement blocks and rubble. He stepped inside, looking up the bare concrete stairs as they sketched back and forth up a level to the fire exit door. Likely those were interior stairs from there, from the security pad at the door. Except it was clearly propped open by something he couldn’t see. Neither of their teams had gone up this-
Something on the far side of the building thumped, making the entire structure shudder, bits of dust and concrete shifting and raining down. He ducked out of the way of some debris, some just glancing off the side of his head, inadvertently stepping inside the stairwell just as part of the stairs, stone and metal and all, came down. Ferris slammed himself against the far wall, watching a section of the stairs peel away and crash into the ground where he had just been standing, trapping him inside. So much for ‘don’t engage,’ he supposed, but he would rather be a lucky, breathing fool than a pancake. He brushed fine dust from his hair, coughing and looked back up. When he pulled his hand away there was a streak of warm blood, and as the rumble and ringing in his ears faded, he could hear the static of his earpiece angrily buzzing at him, along with the ground floor fire exit door trying to bolt itself closed over and over again. “Fuck,” he grumbled, pulling it out, the cord dangling around his neck. Guess he was going to have to go up.
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I was dancing in the rain, I felt alive and I can't complain
GROUP:Human
AGE:26 yrs old
PRONOUNS:she/her
HEIGHT:5'2"
SEXUALITY:Heterosexual
OCCUPATION:Journalist
WRITTEN:12 posts
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Post by Aurora Aquino on Aug 29, 2024 1:31:11 GMT -5
[attr="class","ig"] [attr="class","ninety"] [attr="class","joker"] [attr="class","game"] for Ferris Felwinter [break][break] been a while since i've written for Aurora, I am a bit rusty! lmk for changes. [attr="class","kikan"] Los Eurosia, while being as bustling as it was, lacked the “spark” that made other popular cities as big as they were. What is that “spark,” many may ask? Aurora knew that answer, and it was proper publicity. There’s so much that happens in Los Eurosia, but no one outside the city knows much about it or even cares. And what a shame, too, because Aurora knew in her core there was something… different about this city. Something… supernatural. Aurora was determined to expose the city’s secrets, no matter the cost. She did have to admit to herself, though, that it was a pretty dry couple of weeks. She sat at her desk in her office, twiddling her thumbs as she stared at the blank white document in front of her. Aurora was in a bit of a time crunch; she needed to have a new story on her boss’s desk by the end of the week or she’d be in big trouble. Much as she tried to not worry about it, she could almost hear the seconds tick by ominously, reminding her of her impending doom. Despite this, Aurora wouldn’t let it get in the way of what she needed to do. She would have a story by the end of the week, she was certain of that; she just needed to keep looking for one. Next thing she knew, she was perusing the streets; making sure to nitpick and absorb everything that was happening around her. She didn’t have to wait very long for something to happen, though- after merely minutes of exploring she heard gunshots in the distance, along with the ground below her shaking slightly. This was her chance- her story. Without hesitation, she ran towards the sound. It took Aurora a while to get to the source of the sound, as she had to dodge many of the incoming people on the sidewalk in front of her. Thankfully, the area progressively became free of people until she finally arrived at her destination. What stood in front of her was an old rustic style apartment building, with clumps of police swarming around its premises. Aurora winced a bit at this; now it’d be harder to get what she needed. Regardless, she composed herself, switching to her professional demeanor to confront the cops. “Excuse me,” she asked a cop, pencil and paper already out and ready to take notes. “I’m a journalist for the Los Eurosia Journal. I was wondering if you-”Before she could even finish, the cop cut her off with “Sorry, we’re not making any statements right now. Go home.” Aurora flipped her notebook shut, slightly annoyed at the cop’s rude remark, but still remained professionally composed. Forcing a smile, she nodded towards the officer before walking away. She was going to have to find another way to dig up the dirt she needed. That was when she noticed another police officer in the distance making their way towards the entrance to the building. The area was mostly free of people altogether, including law enforcement. Aurora, being as nosy as she was, decided to take it as an opportunity. As quietly as she could and in the most discreet way possible, she snuck her way towards the officer until she was right behind him. She carefully stepped inside, trying to see if there was another direction she could go to quietly flee from the officer. But all she was met with was a set of concrete stairs, drab and dusty. At the top laid a fire exit door, propped open by something she couldn’t see. She squinted to get a closer look- Suddenly, there was a loud thump, and it startled Aurora, making her yelp. Shit, no doubt the police officer knew she was right behind him now! But that turned out to be the least of her problems, as dust and bits of concrete began to rain from above the structure of the building itself began to twist and churn. In a desperate act of panic, Aurora hovered towards the wall, covering her head with her arms, praying she wouldn’t get squished. Soon after, the building’s shaking subsided, and she was alone with the officer in the room, trapped. “Holy shit,” Aurora said, trying to compose herself once more. She took a shaky breath and nervously turned to the officer, smiling weakly. She opened her mouth, trying to think of an excuse to why she had snuck past police tape and got trapped with the very person she was trying to avoid, but nothing came. So something else came out instead. “U-uh. Hi.” She blushed sheepishly. 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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
GROUP:Sector
AGE:35 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:6' 1"
SEXUALITY:Closet Bisexual
OCCUPATION:Detective of Gifted Affairs
WRITTEN:150 posts
POINTS:
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Sept 6, 2024 20:25:32 GMT -5
Ferris wasn't blind. Nor was he deaf. He was very much aware of the woman behind him and if not for the sudden commotion, would have been more than a little confrontational with her about what she thought she was doing back here because it was dangerous. He wasn't a cop, even if his generic and very clearly government uniform made him look like a federal officer. Plus, he wasn't supposed to be in the building either and he disliked being a direct hypocrite. When the building shifted and the concrete came down, he turned, shielding her with his body and pressing her to the wall.
He stepped back out of her personal space the moment everything quieted, coughing dust and wiping blood from his fingers on his pants. "Glad to see you're in one piece. You think you're above the law or just enjoy making a hobby of breaking and entering?" He asked seriously, though he backed away from her to make it clear this was a non-confrontational sort of confrontation. He kept an eye on her hands, and was clearly wary of her. Being left out of the loop with what sort of Gifted they were dealing with, Ferris wasn't entirely sure this woman wasn't involved. She didn't match the basic description he had, but he didn't know the Gift or known associates. But she seemed just as surprised and off balance as he was.
The detective narrowed his eyes, studying her. From the outfit that wasn't just some casual summer dress vibe to her shoes and her features. He tried to determine whether she had a bag or anything else on her person he needed to be worried about.
"You're not hurt, are you, Miss?" He asked it as a question this time, tone a bit gentler. He looked over the stairwell again. They weren't going back up. Not unless they wanted to jump six feet over and up to the next intact bit of stairs and to be honest, with a piece missing, he didn't trust the structural integrity. Ferris stepped over some of the rubble toward the exit onto the first floor, deeper into the building, trying the handle and honestly not too surprised to find it was locked. Splendid. He sized up the door. Metal. Steel lock. Maybe not the thickest since it was an older building, so he might be able to kick it in. Still, he was a bit too wary and concerned for his present 'cellmate' to turn away from her entirely.
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