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"I see. You could have just asked, you know."

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Ella nodded sheepishly to Sis. “I know…I’m sorry” Her mood and smile brightened when Sis said she’d get one for her. For a brief second it looked as Ella was about to jump Sis with a great big hug, but for no apparent reason Ella stopped herself.

“Thank you Sis that would be great”

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’ So how come he gets to carry one? 'Cause he's 'staff'?"

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Ella shrugged. That was something she was meaning to investigate. It didn’t make sense to her either. “Maybe he is like security undercover or something” Ella’s eyes narrowed into a very evaluating stare as she looked over at Ian who was practicing his ‘pimp’ skills with Experiment. As soon as she turned back to Sis, the serious expression vanished and the girlish charms returned.

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"Oh, and Ella...I hate to bring this up again, but where's the gym?"

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“Oh it’s sort of under the main building. Well you have to go thru the main building but actually, it’s off to the side, for structural and safety reasons. They didn’t build it directly under the main building.” Ella explained somewhat boredly. “Do you wanna go see it?” Ella’s asked somewhat excitedly but her words trailed off as she looked around the room.

“There are so many people to still meet. Maybe some of them will want to come too” Ella really wanted to talk in depth to Tallia, but this wasn’t the place for it the conversation Ella had in mind. Also her eyes flicked across to the girl in the wheelchair (Jasmine).

Ella wasn’t sure if she(Jasmine) was shy or feeling anti-social but it didn’t seem like she was making any effort to talk to anyone. Ella raised her hand slightly and gave a tentative wave ‘Hi’ in Jasmine’s direction.

Ella also wanted to go talk to Experiment, but didn’t feel like being around Ian anymore since he brushed her off.

Then there was the scary violent girl in the black track suit. She’d probably like to come to the gym, if only an excuse to get out of the room.

And Cort, Ella turned to see if Cortianna was still there “Is your hair naturally purple?” She wanted to reach out and touch it but restrained herself.

And where is Jaime? Ella did a quick check to see if Jaime was still there.

“Sis have you met that guy?” Ella (openly) pointed to Roger. “Or the girl in the wheelchair?” She nodded her head in Jasmine’s direction. “Or Tallia?” Ella looked at Tallia in the corner, she looked dejected and Ella made a pout.

“I think we should mingle more and see if anyone else wants to go, but I’d be glad to take you”

((Sorry this rambles a bunch, but there is, so many people now))


((I don't want to just jump up and move the party over to the gym just yet. There are a number of people that havent had a chance to interact yet. Once some more interaction(s) takes place, we can send a contigent to the gym, while others continue to chat, or we can have someother activites/interactions take place. Open to sugeestions for other activities/interactions))


((I am working on a seperate post, to bring in my own Spa guest, but I might not get them over to the meet and greet in their intro post, so I am putting the Ella post up now))

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There was a possibility he would receive a scolding if any of the staff saw him like this so he tried to find someone or something to remove him from interesting yet awkward situation.

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Ella was curious to see how the staff would react to her behavior. She knew she was monitored, but she wasn’t exactly sure just how closely. Not to mention she did find Ian very likable, it was a bonus that he could move freely and had access. It would be unlikely that Ian would get in trouble over her behavior. Her handlers would not like it, but would prefer not to bring extra attention to her, by pulling Ian aside to scold him. At least that was Ella’s highly educated guess.

Ella allowed the tips of her fingers to linger on the retreating Ian as he left then turned to face Sis. She almost followed Ian so she could go sign Experiment’s Techno-cast, but had to finish with Sis first.

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“I think you scared him off, Miss Ella. Might want to tone it down some, hmm?”

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Ella smiled. This could be a fun game. There was a deeper meaning hidden in Ella’s eyes but it vanished instantly.

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“I’m Sis. You look as happy to be here as I am. Though not as eager as Ella here, who assures me there’s a dress code. Which I have violated within minutes of my arrival. Joy. Care to elaborate on the exact code?”

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Ella started to pull her jacket back on. “I’m sorry Sis” Her face changing to girlish guilt, her head slightly downcast, eyes on the floor. “I lied to you. There is no dress code. You are allowed to wear whatever you want….as long as it doesn’t contain weapons.” Her eyes briefly looked in Tallia’s direction. “The track suits are just to provide guest with something comfortable to wear”.

Her head still slightly downcast Ella looked up at Sis through her bangs, and shuffled her feet uncomfortably. “I just wanted your red shirt…I liked it”

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No one had even ATTEMPTED to greet her. What the hell...

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((OoC:


I did acknowledge her in my post. Do I get points for that? ))

982: During a covert op. 'Cutting the power' does not mean shooting the transform providing power to the building, Especially not with a grenade launcher

Where was that massive carpet bomb??? I was expecting everyone to be reduced by 10 to 15 points to really shake things up.

awww. You only needed 25 more for an even thousand :P

This was classic, lived some of that loved some of that, and wished I'd been there for some of that.

Anyway.

Come on Boarders lets fill in the last 25!!!

976 Your Elven Myrmidon in full platemail cant boldly walk into to the Pirates den and proclaim he wants to be a Pirate too.

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==You'cn talk, I understand! I jus' can't speak. It might hurt'ya!==

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“Cool!” Ella squeaked.

“You have some frosting on your face” Ella wanted to reach over and help Jaime with it but she saw what had happened to the napkins.

Ella figured she introduce Jamie to the few people she met. “That’s Tallia over there I just met her, and that’s Ian but I haven’t met the blonde woman yet” They were just starting to head their direction.

Ella had watched Alissa enter and take her seat. The black track suit was a warning. Ella’s handlers also warned her about staying away from the woman. Technically Ella should have been in a black track suit instead of white, but again her people insisted on putting her in a white suit so she would blend in. Ella couldn't argue with the logic of blending in as much as she hated wearing white.

“That’s Alissa” Ella signed the second part of the statement {You probably should stay away from her}

Despite the warning Ella had a deep urge to go over and brush her hair for her. No one should be seen that messy, again this wasn’t Ella’s true feelings. Still there was something else about her that made Ella long to go talk to her. Ella got the same feeling from the cat-girl that hid in the woods (mostly). Ella tried to stalk the cat-girl several times, but the cat-girl had better woods skills than Ella did, and secondly the woods scared Ella.

“I don’t know who that guy is” (Roger)

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[snip]Punch trees? There’s got to be a gym or something here.”

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Ella overheard the last bits of Ian’s and Sis’ conversation on their way over. Ella misunderstood the ‘punch trees’ question. Punching trees seemed like a perfectly understandable pastime to Ella. In Ella’s dreams the trees punched back.

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Nodding in greeting to the others near the table, she snatched up a bottle of water and cracked the lid off. Taking a sip, she eyed the snacks and shook her head. The brochure for the Spa had said that dinner would be served every night, so she figured she’d wait. And sneak off campus when it turned out to be health food. Except she had promised she wouldn’t sneak off. Maybe she could find a phone book and get delivery. Turning back to Ian, she asked, “Any pizza places deliver around here? Or am I stuck with institutional food?” After a slight pause, she added, “And did I violate a dress code or something?”

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“Spar!? Oh! Oh! I can help you with that! If you want a partner I’m always ready for a scrap!” He didn’t have to repeat anything in his head to make himself seem enthusiastic and his voice might have been a little too loud. “…but I’m not really sure if they have any kind of facility to host that kind of activity…I guess I’ll have to ask around.”

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Ella stepped around the table to stand closer to Ian and Sis, maybe a little too close to Ian “Don’t be silly Ian of coarse there’s a gym.” Her mannerisms morphed from less girlish to borderline flirtatious. With her delicate fingers she smoothed out a wrinkle in the shoulder of Ian’s uniform. She kept the hand on his shoulder.

Ella’s large eyes turned to Sis.

“The food here is actually surprisingly good; the town is a little far away. Plus with all of the security protocols you’d never get anything here hot”

“You are completely out of dress code.” Ella rolled her eyes to emphasize the statement. “You should give me your shirt right now” Ella dropped her hand from Ian’s shoulder and removed the jacket from her track suit to trade with Sis. Of course she was completely lying but she really wanted the red shirt. Ella had on a standard white sports bra under the jacket. Her skin continued to be bone white and flawless. Despite past injuries there wasnt a single visible scar.

Thankfully Cortianna showed up before the situation could continue to get awkward.

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“Hi, Cortianna. Nice to meet you. My name’s Ian and if you ever need talk to about junk, don’t hesitate to ask for me,” he said with a beaming grin.

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Ella still standing uncomfortably close to Ian, elbowed him lightly in the side. Ian got a very small inkling that Ella was dramatically stronger than she looked.

“You should introduce us too” Ella reached past Ian to offer her hand to Cort. She purposely brushed her body against his as she did so. “I’m Ella. That’s Jaime. I really like your hair” Ella motioned to the chilly blue girl, again pressing against Ian when she did so. Ella's eyes quickly scanned in Cort making note of the glowie, she wasn't close enough to read the serial number on it though.

Ella reshifted her gaze to Sis and offered her hand to her too.

((Ack, didnt expect this to become a monster post. Hope that I didnt forget anyone))

Okay I think Shane would havve to be:

Offspring, Lightning Rod

I am waiting
On a mountaintop
For the moment that the sky will strike
My apologies
Are forever lost
Soon to ashes in a flash of light

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{Hello my name is Ella what is your name?}

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When she heard the greeting mentally Jaime grinned wide, eyes sparkling.

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((Opps, wasn't meant mentally. Ella can't do that. I was trying to use the {} as what she signed))

Ella continued to smile up at Tallia, but was also momentarily distracted when the small blue girl literally slid into the room. Ella’s eyes lingered on the blue girl for a moment as she watched her playful mannerisms, as she took stock of the snack table.

Ella spryly hopped off the chair and landed lightly almost noiselessly. Turning she moved her cupcake to the center of “her” chair, so that no one else could sit there.

Turning back to Tallia still maintained her girlish smile but added in the perfectly polished manners in her speech and body language. “I am very please to meet you Tallia, and I can’t wait to talk to you more, but if you could excuse me for a moment”

Ella stepped around Tallia past some scattered chairs nearby, though there was more room the other way, as Ella squeezed by Tallia, Ella’s fingers gently brushed Tallia’s body. Leaving Tallia wondering if she had just been frisked? If so it was expertly done.

Ella’s (long) path to the blue girl took her near Sis. Ella’s eyes flicked back and forth from Sis and her red eye makeup, and back to the curious blue girl.

“Hi…I um…like your gloves” Ella said shyly (and distractedly) to the taller blonde woman as she passed, her eyes lingering on Sis’s red top before going back to track the blue girl at the snacks table.

Ella (at least a part of her) HATED the white jump suits ((picture the Island)). They simply blended too much with her white skin. On the outside, she would never wear white. On the outside she was never allowed to wear white. Ella had a very ingrained fashion sense. Some would say too ingrained. She took a lot of pride in her appearance, and (too) often fussed with her hair, even if it didn’t need it. Ella’s fashion sense wasn’t something she had learned on her own it was forced on her, partly out of necessity because Ella really had no clue about clothes (or modesty) at first. However, the fashion sense she ended up with was a little bit too hard coded into her brain than it should be. Maybe the doctors would fix that too.

A sudden and slightly mischievous thought occurred to Ella. She would need to see if she could get a hold on a red shirt, then she’d need to sneak into the laundry room. She would need to talk to the blonde woman later, but first…

Ella rounded the snack table on the opposite side of the blue girl (Jamie) she watched for a moment then shyly said “Hello” with a timid wave.

Jaime’s reaction wasn’t as she expected so she continued “Hola?…Hallo?…Bonjour?...Ciao?” a slight mannerism in the blue girl stopped Ella. Ella frowned for a second then signed {Hello my name is Ella what is your name?}

((Thunder let me know if you would like me to edit that initial interaction with Jamie))

((First off. HAPPY BIRTHDAY Pyrria!!!!!

Second welcome to all who have joined!

I hope to have my next post up today))

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Name: Jessica Argyros
AKA: Midnight Dragonfly
Age: 17
Thread: Antihero 101


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Pictures Finally:


Midnight Dragonfly hovering

Jessica in street clothes

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Halo, I really like your style, and all of your characters are fun to interact with. If I have to make a complaint, its that I haven't seen any of your 'villainy' villains yet.

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I starve my darkside on purpose. Back in the early years I played the evil thing, and as dark, twisted, morbid, and sick as things were then they dont hold a candle to Terminus's happy thoughts.

Crimsonwolf,

All I can say is wow!!! A+ doesnt say enough, I want to see more.

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*points crosshairs at self*

Bring it on!

*hides behind randomly-floating-by giant mushroom*

<.< I will not excuse my do-not-open door...

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Devious you join too many threads.

You forget about threads and fail to post in them, and only skim through post often missing things and therefore never reply to items that pertain to you.

On the flipside, you were the only one with enough balls to official drop out of a thread, where others have stayed and halfassed it. Or even worse drop out but lack the courtesy to tell anyone.

Momentarily swings cross-hairs at Laz.

Laz you have a mini-coalition with your characters in the AH. They are very close group with each other and it makes it difficult for outsiders to interact with them. Burning has this to a lesser degree with his coupled characters but that has improved and maybe fixed soon-ish. (Burning the fight scene with Pyra/Torcher was some of the best character development I’ve seen with those two).

The other thing is sometimes you update your characters one at a time. Now I am not saying monster post to update all, but you will update one without doing updates on the others. This is fine for some situations where you are waiting on a response from someone else but that isn't that case some of the time.

Arguably, if the 'missing' character is doing something boring does it make sense to update them? My view is yes because it keeps them from being forgotten or may give someone else an opportunity to create some interaction, and even if they are doing something boring a short and sweet update is all it takes to place them somewhere.

EDIT:: I was chatting with Laz via PM and he brought up some very valid points that I failed to consider. I also realized that some of my observations were based on my own bias, and that there is a different dynamic when controlling multiple characters versus when you are just writing for one.

Burning all I can say is yes you have gotten better, but at the same time you are less consistant in updating all of the threads that you are in.

You used to be the most consistant to get a post from if you had computer access on a given day.

PStorm has been headed toward the dorm for over a month.

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Name: Ella
--No last name recorded.
--AKA <undisclosed>

Thread: Anti-Hero 101

Ella in Flight



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Update:

Name: Ella

Thread: the Clinic

Ella is now between 18-19 in physical maturity. She still suffers from mental/personality shifts, and maybe even less stable then before in some ways. At her core she is still emotional and child like.


((Note: Basic intention of this thread was for physical descriptions, as background and other items may not be known. In most threads a character only gets fully described once at their intro, which can get lost as time goes on.

However I have nothing against people adding any extra details and background that they would like. I have even leanred insightful things here which were fun))

((PS I still need decent screenies of Midnight Dragonfly))

((Ella is physical between 18 and 19 years old. Her personality and mannerisms often make her seem younger))

Ella eyed Ian’s reaction to her cover story. He didn’t seem to have bought it completely though he didn’t look like he would push the issue. It was better that he not know that she is in hiding from the very person that filled her head with so many memory holes. It was also better that he doesn’t know that she is dying. He would treat her differently and it would lead to questions like why and she couldn’t answer those questions, not for lack of knowing but again security protocols. The less people know about where she came from the better.

Ella nodded enthusiastically to Ian’s comment on her reconstructive abilities. It was one of her more minor abilities but one that had come in handy on several occasions. Something odd happened in Ella’s brain for a brief second. It was almost a memory, but that actual memory was gone forever, but for the faintest second she thought she smelled jasmine.

Ella smiled brightly at Ian’s offer to have fun. It was an affectionate infectious smile that lit up her whole face. “I’d love to have fun with you! I get so bored here sometimes. They won’t let me help the doctors” she added with a small pout but it hardly affected her shining smile.

Ella leaned in and changed her voice to a low whisper “And if you ever need to stay over you can stay with me, but we’d have to be sneaky about it. I’m not supposed to have a roommate” faintly Ian would smell Ella’s natural scent, a low pheromone that mentally associated to something pleasant in the mind of the smeller. It was always different to whoever smelled it but always something pleasant.

About this time, Ian shifted his attention to the young woman that stood in the door.

Ella quickly scanned in Tallia’s appearance.

’A uniform of the Knives of Artimis’ Ella remembered the missions that the KoA were hired for, through deep third if not fourth party contacts. She also remembered the autopsy of a fallen KoA mercenary, it had taken months of planning and though more mercenaries fell that day the recovery team was only able to secure one body. Every aspect of the uniform and weapons were studied. Ella quickly ran her eyes over Tallia’s body and verified that woman was indeed disarmed.

Then the information overload began. The country where the base uniform were manufactured (before modification/customization), who originally developed their stealth technology, the chemical compound used in their sleep darts, the major pharmaceutical companies that carried those compounds, thefts reported by those same companies of those same compounds, who investigated those thefts, where they lived, their last tax return...

With a force of will, Ella made it stop. She regained her senses enough to wave politely at Ian’s introduction. The whole episode only lasted fractions of a second.

“Hi” Ella’s face showed childlike curiosity, but she was intently studying Tallia. Ella knew how to keep her face childlike and innocent. She knew that in situations it worked to her advantage. It was something that mom had even encouraged….wait that wasn’t mom.

((Yayy, Welcome Arashi))


Ella cleaned her nose at Ian’s prompting.

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“Heh, so you know of me?” he smiled and scratched the back of his head to occupy his hand. “I guess I’m kind of popular. Just call me and I’ll help you in any way I can,” he ended in a beaming grin.

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“Of course I heard about you. I been here for a month” Ella rolled her eyes. It wasn’t complete obvious due to her eyes being all white.

Ella watched his trick anxiously. She screwed up her face to mimic his concentration complete with the hand sign he did while Ian balanced himself impressively.

Ella had just begun to clap enthusiastically when the bokken struck Ian in the head. Her hand shot to her face in a ‘Oh No!’ but just as quickly shot back out toward Ian with tiny glowing golden bubbles popping from her hands and floating in the air toward his injury. His bump would feel immediately better.

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“Youch! My head ends up hurting every time I play with my wood,” he hissed and rubbed his head.

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“How often do you play with your wood?” She asked seriously, completely oblivious to the play of words there.

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“So, Ella, tell me about yourself. Why are you here at the clinic?”

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There was a very easy answer to the question that would have very simply been the truth. However the truth was classified. The people that classified it were nice enough to put together a plausible cover story. The story had the truth sprinkled through it. That way it would be easy to remember and withstand some scrutiny.

Without hesitation and even more remarkably without it sounding rehearsed Ella responded. “I need to see the shrink. I got memory holes” Ella made a dizzy motion around her head, but smiled pleasantly.

Basic Etiquette:

Read the first few intro pages on a thread. It tells you what its about and if it will interest you.

Then read the last few pages to find out what is going on currently. Check the names of people posting. Where they there in the beginning pages? Then read their intro post.

It would probably not be a bad idea to PM a partcipant to find out if there is anything else you may need to know. Time of day, season, and what story lines are happening at current.

If someone is running a storyline, it maybe best to PM that person so that your intro doesnt derail anything that is in the works.

Yes, some of the old threads are colossal and there maybe a ton of material that is no longer relevant, as threads tend to have people join and disappear. But it is good form to have a basic familiarity with what is going on and if there is an overall style to the tread.

Feel free to agree disagree or append to this topic...

((Closing this thread. You may have already noticed that the thread has been recreated under the same name but the non-cmbt removed from the title. I hope to see you in the new place and happy writing))

((Clinical Ella:

For those that have read Anti-hero 101, this is approximately 6 months after Ella escaped (was kidnapped) from the island. A lot has happened in that time, but I am not saying what.))

[Portal Corp, Peregrine Island]

Ella looked around in wonder and curiosity at all of the scientific equipment in the room. She absently started identifying the various components that she could see, somehow gleaning the knowledge of their specifications of this model or its predecessors. She allowed her mind to wander over the basic information but didn’t allow it to delve into more detail. When an emergency call had come in and taken priority over her transport. Ella and Karen (her security liaison) were shuffled off to the side.

Ella looked up and smiled at Karen who was holding her hand. Karen was in plain clothes, as to not draw extra attention as they drove across Peregrine Island to the Portal Corp facility. She had a kind face in contrast to her professional eyes. She tried talking with Ella briefly but kept the subject very general, as she was ordered.

Ella watched all of the activity. It was cool to watch all of the technicians moving around and working at the various stations in preparation for the incoming emergency. The medical team was set for arrival along with their crash-cart. Ella listened to the preliminary details coming over the radio and watched the response team prep for the arrival. The medical team was quite competent in Ella’s estimation.

Some red lights flashed and there was a short blare of a siren just before the teleportation platform activated. The trauma victim arrived onto the platform coming from the hospital in Brickstown along with two EMTs. The medical team sprang into action as Ella casually observed. “Trauma victim” was an odd use of the term, since this was a hero that had gotten in over their head and therefore not a victim in the technical sense.

This hero’s costume was shredded and bloody with only enough remaining for circumstances as they were misplaced modesty. Though the hero was healed of their main injuries, they seemed to be in considerable pain despite the amount of drugs already administered. Karen nudged Ella in a protective way to have her turn away. Ella knew it was a patronizing response to shield her young mind from bad things, but it was unnecessary. Ella had already seen and been through bad things. So Ella smiled up at Karen and allowed herself to be lead away from the scene.

Ella and Karen passed the time in a comfortable waiting room. Ella colored in a coloring book, which was again patronizing but she did enjoy it, while Karen watched over her and wondered about all the special treatment for this girl. Sure, she was obviously metahuman with her snow white skin, and all white eyes and a few other peculiarities that showed if she touched on her powers, but Paragon was full of meta-types.

Karen was only given the vaguest overview of subject Ella, and a longer list of do’s and don’ts by which to go. She wasn’t cleared for the full story or even the codeword assigned to the young girl.

Also, Karen wondered about Ella’s behavior. Physically she appeared in her late teens, but here she was gleefully coloring in a coloring book. While at other times, she displayed a high degree of knowledge on various subjects. Karen had learned this earlier when she made a casual comment on the weather only to be hit with a slew of meteorological details that she couldn’t comprehend.

Karen’s idle thoughts were interrupted when the intercom announced the transport system was ready for her and her charge. Ella smiled her innocent smile and packed up the coloring book and crayons, ready to follow Karen to the portal area.

The portal was already spinning and energized. Ella knew what to expect from various science journals but never actually experienced portal travel before. Needless to say she was very excited and bounced on her heels accordingly.

Everything was pre-prepped for their departure and all there was left to do was walk through the portal.

Ella held tightly to Karen’s hand with her nervous anxiety as the pair stepped through.

The travel was instantaneous, only the brain filled in lights and darkness to compensate for the awkward vertigo of the travel. The vertigo passed quicker for Ella than for Karen. Ella blinked at her new surroundings her brain coming to terms with the sudden changes.

Immediately in front of Ella was a very handsome security captain. He was much older than Ella, but vaguely reminded her of someone else on which she had once had a crush. She made quick note of the uniform, militaristic enough to indicate he was security, though simple enough to be pleasant and not overbearing. Ella certainly liked what she saw, but that could be attributed more to hormones. She also made note of the various devices he had on his belt and sewn into the uniform. The name tag simply said ‘Captain Roberts’. Ella beamed her joyous if not flirtatious smile at him.

Karen, who was all business, walked forward to meet Capt Roberts, towing Ella behind her by hand.

“Officer Karen Dey handing over subject ‘Happy-Camper’” Ella giggled slightly at the temporary codeword Karen used for her.

Credentials were checked and paperwork was exchanged and signed. A few minutes later Ella was holding the hand of Capt Roberts who led her through several security doors toward a small tram platform. She kept looking up at Capt Roberts and couldn’t help but smiling at the handsome older Captain. Though part of her mind still couldn’t help but notice the layout of the corridors they passed through her mind guessing at the security sensors and counter measures that must lay hidden behind the pleasant décor.

They got to a small tram platform with a tram car already waiting.

The tram whisked them through an underground tunnel for a few hundred meters, until it came out above the surface on the lush green grounds of the Clinic. Ella dropped Capt Roberts hand to go look out the window at all the lush green grass. He subtlety touched a button on his cuff, Ella guessed that he was using a sub-vocal communication system probably to notify others of their impending arrival, though she couldn’t hear the words.

The tram slowed at an outdoor station though the tracks continued on directly into the main building.

Ella looked out at the immaculately kept and beautiful grounds in awe. There were several heroes walking about the lush gardened paths some in street clothes, some in costumes. While many wore identical track suits with a color stripe to note if they were under magical or technological care.

Of all the heroes a Cat-girl practicing tai-chi on the lawn was who captivated Ella’s attention, unconsciously causing her to take few steps toward the cat-girl. The cat-girl’s movements were fluid, graceful, and effortless. Ella was somewhat memorized by the display. Deep inside of her memories that were (forcibly) suppressed tugged at her conscious mind begging for remembrance. Ella knew why there were holes in her memories and mind; she knew who did it too. She just couldn’t remember what filled those holes, and if she tried too hard to bring back the memories, it hurt. It was part of the reason she was here.

Capt. Roberts who waited patiently for what he considered a reasonable time motioned for Ella to come along.

Still staring at the cat-girl Ella slowly shuffled over to Capt. Roberts and took his hand again. Ella broke her stare from the cat-girl to again smile up at the Captain. He led her over to a waiting golf-cart and they drove off along the path at a comfortable pace toward the long term housing building.

Ella was again in awe of the beautiful grounds they passed as they approached the gleaming housing complex. As the pair entered Ella refocused on the interior. They passed a lounge and common area that looked comfortable and spacious. Again there were heroes here in costume and not, and some in wheelchairs. Many were gathered around a single hero that was telling a story about their adventures. There was a lot of back and forth as other heroes commented on their experiences, but everything seemed good natured and all involved seemed to enjoy their piece of whatever the overall story was.

Ella tried to crane her neck to try to see who the main storyteller was but Capt. Roberts had already ushered her into the elevator and the door closed before she could get a good look at the story-telling hero. Ella looked at the lit 4 button on the elevator panel and read the basic instructions printed there. Her mind filled with details about an elevator manufacturing plant in Ohio: Who the plant manager was, annual cost of the plant, who were the line inspectors, the specifications of this particular elevator and other such irrelevant details to the moment. Ella glanced up to the max load sticker and frowned when she saw that it was lower than the actual rating she had in mind, but figured that someone had played it safe.

A ding announced their arrival on the fourth floor, and a short trip down the hallway Captain Roberts stopped them at a door.

“This will be your room Ella” he held out a keycard for Ella.

Ella gleefully grabbed the card and swiped it on the reader, and was in the room as soon as the lock released. Ella’s smile broadened as soon as she entered. The room was spacious and the décor very pleasing, and there were two beds?

Ella whirled around to face Captain Roberts “I get a roommate?”

“It is possible Ella the option is there but it depends on your progress”

Ella opened a random door and found an empty closet; the next door was a closet full of clothes that made Ella squeal with delight. The next door revealed the bathroom. Opening the armoire Ella’s delight soured but only slightly.

There was no TV. Not only was there no TV, there was evidence that a TV had been installed and that it was recently removed on purpose.

((Note: Other rooms will have TVs, unless you don’t want them to.))

Ella put on her happy face again to mask her discovery and then headed to the balcony. Ella stood at the railing gazing over the lake view. She also had a good view of the spa facility and she wondered idly who might be staying there.

Captain Roberts came over to the balcony and called Ella back inside.

“Come on in Ella I want to go over some security protocols concerning your stay here.”

“Okayeee” Ella pushed herself away from the railing and bounced inside.

The discussion lasted almost an hour. Captain Roberts wasn’t sure that Ella was listening at times had her repeat the instructions back to him twice to make sure she understood.

At long last Captain Roberts stood “Your first appointment is tomorrow at 8 AM an orderly will meet you here to take you to Dr. Tyler’s office. You have a good evening Ella” Captain Roberts headed to the door.

Ella followed him but stopped and leaned purposefully at the door frame as he headed out. “I will see you again Captain?” She asked playfully.

“Certainly Ella” He smiled and headed off to administer his duties elsewhere.

------------One Month Later-------------

“I want a roommate”

Doctor Alyssa Tyler looked thoughtfully at the young girl weighting the request.

“I have been good. I have followed ((most of)) the rules and upheld my end of the deal. I hate being alone and I want a roommate.”

Dr. Tyler signed heavily “Well there are other considerations Ella…”

“I don’t care. I want a roommate…pleeeeaaaseeee” Ella batted her large all white yet very expressive eyes.

Dr. Tyler knew that Ella could be manipulative and behind the pleading eyes, there was a very smart and calculating persona.

“I can’t make any promises Ella, but if we have the right candidate we will see. Now let’s get back to our session. Tell me more about the tree that attacked you in your dream….”

((If anyone is interested in being Ella’s room-mate, I ask that you PM me first with concept because of Ella’s special circumstances.

Doctor Alyssa Tyler is a closed NPC, she reports via dotted-line to the Head of Psychiatric Care, but serves the Clinic on a special assignment with the permission of the Director))


------------One Hour Later-------------

Doctor Tyler walked Ella to the meeting room after their session together.

Alyssa smiled down at her young charge.

“Here you are Ella. Now just be nice and I am sure you will get along fine”

Ella’s all white eyes seemed extra large and slightly scared as she stared up at the Doctor. She nervously bite, her bottom lip and nodded meekly at the Doctor as she pushed the door open and entered.

Ella was the first to arrive as she looked around the medium sized room that had several scattered chairs. There was a ‘Welcome Heroes’ message on the white board and someone had laid out some snacks on a small table.

Ella was immediately drawn to the snack table where she selected an oversized cupcake with a ridiculous amount of blue frosting sitting on top of it. Taking the cupcake with her she took a seat in one of the oversized chairs clearly meant for huge heroes or extra dense people. The oversized chair made the small Ella look even smaller than she was as she sat cross legged in it.

Ella spun the chair to face the windows. The odd thing was that she spun the chair without using any leverage or pushing her feet on the floor. Staring out the window she idly started to lick the frosting off of the cupcake. As she did, so faint highlights of blue started to appear in her usually all white hair, and the star burst pattern around her left eye became visible in a soft blue in contrast to her snow white skin.

Ella heard the latch of the door open as someone entered but she didn’t turn. At first the room would look empty, however there would be a vague reflection of the sitting Ella in the window.

((Meeting is a generic meet and greet and not a focus group or support group))

((Next Post is reserved for Leogunner to repost his intro post from the old thread))

The Clinic, Overview.

The Clinic was founded shortly after the Rikti War. It is primarily a long term care and assisted living facility for heroes injured during or since the war. Since it has opened its doors, it has expanded its offerings to include a full spa, catering to heroes not physically injured but needing a break from the rigors of Paragon City.

The Clinic is located far outside of Paragon City in the picturesque wooded hills near Somerdale Lake. The vast park-like grounds have various nature trails, tennis and basketball courts, 9 hole golf course, and some recreational boating on the lake.

Those not taking conventional travel methods can use a dedicated portal-gate located in Portal Corp on Peregine Island. Teleportation at the Clinic is very restricted. Attempts to teleport into the Clinic from outside the facility will redirect the ‘porter’ to a secured arrival station just outside the grounds. ((Much like some CoT/Council missions or Mayhem Missions)). There is no teleporting within the buildings of the facility, though if on the grounds you can teleport freely anywhere else on the grounds.

The Clinic consists of several buildings. The main building, a large four story ‘T’ shaped building, is the hospital/treatment center and administrative area. The T shaped building is split into separate areas for different specialties including technology and cybernetics, magic and conventional surgery. Deep under the main building is the rehabilitation center for heroes to practice their powers in a safe controlled area.

The next building is a four story building shaped like inversed parentheses )( joined in the middle. This building is the assisted living building with rooms along the inside curves of each parenthesis that feature a lake or golf course view. There are single and double rooms (You may specify in your intro post which occupancy and view). The rooms are furnished much like a decent hotel. Some contain unique furniture for large or extra dense patrons or for fire hazards, etc. The first floor contains the cafeteria (open all hours, though with a limited menu during late hours), common room with various activities available, meeting rooms and an expansive hall for large gatherings.

The last building (detailed, other buildings might spring into existence as the RP progresses) is the extravagant and luxurious Spa. Connected to the Spa are a series of condos available for rental for heroes staying at the Spa. The Spa is decorated in classical Roma Italian architecture with columns, fountains and many marble statues of various heroes. The most prominent statue is of the famous arcane tank Crimson Warhawk, the founder of the Clinic. Crimson Warhawk is a large tank, wearing Egyptian style armor, depicted with a hawk head helmet and great feathered wings made of flames. He shown standing on a pile of fallen Rikti warriors.


The Clinic: Rules (please read)

This is an Open Role-play set to slower post rates. We are setting a maximum post rate of two in character post per day* . We encourage longer post that are more descriptive and collaboration though PM’s for joint post (if needed). Post limit is regardless of number of characters/NPC’s that you control.

*Post limit may change dynamically based on how things go. Note that there is a GM exclusion to the two post limit, should it prove necessary

This RP is character focused not combat focused. Because combat is the primary cause of speed posting, accelerating a thread to the point it is difficult for some user to keep pace and/or participate. There will be some use of combat, but it is not the threads main focus.

Standard RP rules:
Be courteous to other participants
No ‘God-moding’ or power-gaming (Should be easy with limited combat)

Hero and Villain powersets allowed, though Masterminds are not preferred. (If you have a Mastermind concept that you feel will work, please PM me.)

Although we are allowing Villain archtypes(Power-sets), the Clinic is a hero hospital. Villain types with outstanding warrants are sent to the much less hospitable Zig Infirmary. I like the villain powersets and want to open those to the Clinic, but the Clinic is not for known evil doers.

Weapon wielding heroes will have additional security considerations, and generally will not be allowed to carry their weapons (Guns/swords/traps/grenades/etc…) while on the grounds. (Please PM me if you need special consideration for this)

In-game power sets preferred. Please PM me, with any deviation concepts you would like to play.



One ‘main’ long term resident character per participant.

Participants may also rotate one or two, short term characters as Spa guest.

NPC characters (Staffers or visitors) are unlimited, but unless specified are considered public. So please specify.



Crimson Warhawk’s story:

Crimson Warhawk was an experienced and extremely wealthy hero before the Rikti War. He was seriously injured toward the end of the war. Damage to his central nervous system had left his powers uncontrollable. No amount of healing magical or technological would fix his powers. He was a danger to the medical staff trying to help him and in chronic pain when his powers were nullified with a “glowie”*. He lived out his days heavily medicated until he succumbed to his injuries. Statesman himself spoke at the funeral. Crimson Warhawk left his enormous fortune to the Warhawk Foundation whose purpose was to create the Clinic.

*Glowie: Power nullification bracelet that glows when active.

NPC Cast:

Closed NPC’s

Director Gregory Henry is a small in frame but a brilliant and charismatic man. He doesn’t seem to have any powers, though some suspect that his great intellect is beyond human range. His background is in business and finance, and he has served on the boards of several prestigious hospitals before taking on his role here. Independently wealthy Mr. Henry has invested much of his personal wealth in the Clinic and has encouraged many prominent business men and active heroes to do the same.

Security Captain, Jacob Roberts isn’t an extremely large man but has a fit athletic build and very serious eyes. Capt Roberts has handled Director Henry’s personal security for years and the two have a deep respect for each other. Capt Roberts had also served as a consultant to the Longbow training program.

Open NPC’s:
These NPCs are open for writers to claim and develop the personalities and characteristics. Below are some of the key staff members (You may tweak the job titles), though this is just a small list. If someone grabs a department head of a specialty that you have a concept for then you can always make a staff Doctor to support your concept.

To start off, please only claim one department head. I’d rather not have a single writer control a block of department heads.

Head of Psychiatric Care

Head of Maintenance

Head of Magical Medicine

Head of Technological and Cybernetic Medicine

Head of Mundane Medicine

Power Training Center Coordinator

Spa Manager




I am always open to suggestions and ideas so Feel free to PM me.

Note: This is a re-do to the short lived original Clinic thread, to change the title while it was still early enough to do so.))

Ella swiveled her chair in Ian’s direction. She was halfway through the frosting on the cupcake and had a tiny bit on the end of her nose. Her eyes narrowed only slightly at the edges as she quickly sized Ian up, taking in the uniform and bokken. Her expression immediately brightened.

“YOU’RE Ian!!!”

Ella had heard of the boy hero that has been volunteering at the Clinic, but somehow had kept missing meeting him. Ella’s chair rolled over to be closer to Ian’s, plowing through some of the unoccupied chairs in the process.

“I’m Ella. Do something cool!” She sat up on her knees in the chair setting the cupcake off to the side. She watched him excitedly full of anticipation.

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((Hmmm, when you say ‘Non-Combat’ you give the impression of ‘Non-Conflict’ which is equal to ‘Boring’. Maybe not say ‘Non-Combat’ but ‘Limited Combat’ in the sense that long drawn out battles won’t happen. I could see two-three step battles(not really battles but maybe accidental loss of control or villains that try to attack vulnerable heroes or assassination attempts, etc.) happening for various reasons but I don’t care to fight or not. I’ll give it a shot even though I’ve been very busy so can’t keep up with the boards as much.))

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((Yah, Non-Combat may have been the wrong wording. More to the point I wanted to say character focused, and not combat focused. There will be occasions to use your powers and maybe even fight someone/something, but I don’t want that to be the main focus of the thread.))