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| Topic Started: July 30, 2015, 7:07 am (132 Views) | |
| Penny | July 30, 2015, 7:07 am Post #1 |
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Character: Angel Date: March 13 Time: Late Afternoon Place: Manhattan, NYC, NY, USA OOC: This is mostly just a rewrite of my sample post. So if you already read that in the bio you don’t really need to read this. I did rewrite everything before the smash-crash part, so if you want to read it for that reason alone, enjoy! As far as the world knew, Warren Worthington III had gone through a period of drunken grieving followed by an extended period of mourning seclusion after the death of his father Warren Jr. For some reason this type of behavior was actually expected of the wealthy and so aside from the scandal of the evening during the drunken phase, no one really seemed to care that a multi billionaire had virtually dropped off the face of the planet. The only one in direct contact with the new head of the Worthington family and fortune was the elderly family doctor, Daniel Martin. Dr. Martin was acting as a go-between for Warren and any important business with Worthington Industries until such time as Warren decided to emerge from his seclusion. In reality, Dr. Martin was dealing with a drunken nudist that had taken up residence in the main Worthington building in Manhattan. Less than a week after secluding herself away from the world in the family home Warren had stripped off all of her clothing. It was as blatant a defiance of her father’s orders to be a good ‘son’ as she could get, strolling through the place her father had come home with all her female attributes on bare display. She hadn’t put on any clothes yet and it had been over a year… Her second prominent act of defiance was that she had allowed her oldest secret, the one she had held from even the family doctor: the fact that she was able to grow wings… to grow. As far as Warren knew, Daniel Martin was the only other person in the world that was privy to the Worthington family’s biggest secret: the fact that Warren was biologically a woman. And when he had arrived to find her nude and drinking her father’s expensive alcohol collection like it was water, he had learned her personally held secret: that she was a mutant as well. Daniel had watched as her wings had grown in from the fleshy nubs they had been, wanting to touch - to feel the bones and musculature and test their strength, but Warren had never let him touch her wings. And he had been more than horrified to learn that she had been sawing them off on her own since before she was even eight years old. He already knew she was a psychologist’s dream job thanks to her father’s brainwashing, but this would have given that psychologist a field day of never having to see another client again… Of course he knew better than to even suggest it and had been what he had always been to the gender confused young person. He had been there for her. It really shouldn’t have surprised him that her response to this was to give him a raise. After all, a few ‘good boys’ and handing over money was really the only way she knew to respond positive behavior. Warren didn’t know how long she had been in seclusion when she found it… She had been sprawled on the floor of her father’s room, drinking a bottle of chocolate liqueur that tasted like shit and probably cost a small fortune, and going through boxes of things she had found stashed in one of her father’s dustiest closets. The box she was currently looking through was quickly revealed to possess items belonging to Warren’s long gone mother. The first thing she pulled out was a photo taken of her parents that was older than she was. Judging by the nice way they were dressed and the lack of wedding or engagement rings, it was probably when they were first dating. And, upon finding the dress her mother was wearing in the photograph underneath the photo, she upped it to some important date, possibly a first one or an anniversary. Pulling the dress from the box, Warren shook it out and held the garment up. It was white with some beadwork on it, no back, and seemed like a nice and relatively simple summer dress. After a moment of just staring at the thing, Warren pulled it on. The cloth felt strange against her skin after so long without wearing anything and Warren couldn’t resist twisting in a way that had the slightly flowing material swish gently. She blinked at the completely unfamiliar sensation and walked over to look at herself in the dress. The sight was completely foreign to her eyes. The material of the dress was a bit worn with age making it look a little thin. She couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be as loose as it was or if she was just thinner than her mother had been, since it seemed to be properly fitted in the photograph. After a moment of blankly studying the dress against her frame, Warren let her gaze wander to other details. She looked tired to herself, paler than she used to be even without the layer of makeup for her male disguise, and her eyes had a slightly glassy look from the almost constant buzz she’d had from the excessive alcohol drinking lately. Her hair was weird, longer than she could ever remember it being and hung in curls she didn’t know she had. She reached up to pull one curled lock straight and watching it spring back when she let it go before turning her gaze to her most recent, and definitely her most striking, feature… The large white wings that twitched under her gaze and that had been growing relentlessly from her back since she was seven. She fanned them out, wondering if they were done growing or not, and then looked at the entire picture her reflection seemed to present. She snorted at the image and then turned away, returning to the box of items. Going through her mother’s jewelry was more interesting and Warren set aside a few choice pieces for keepsakes. It wasn’t until she was nearing the bottom of the box that Warren found something she wasn’t expecting. A pale pink baby book that looked too new to have been her mothers. She opened it and almost dropped the book in shock. Inside was a name that she was unfamiliar with, though it had her initials, and a picture she knew all to well for she had the same picture on her nightstand back at her penthouse… It was a picture of her mother holding herself as a newborn. The name written on the first page of the book was Wardah Kenzie Worthington and in parenthesis below was written (My Angel.) The hour that followed the discovery, as she scoured the book multiple times, was one of the hardest Warren had ever known. Because her mother hadn’t just recorded the normal things found in a baby book, but she had littered it with notes about how stupid her husband was for trying to force their angel to be a boy… Slowly standing, Warren, Wardah, whomever she was, carefully put the book and her mothers other things back into the box. She picked it up and took it out of the room before setting it aside. Then she walked back into her father’s room and spent the next half hour throwing and breaking everything she could get her hands on. She didn’t notice in her anger and grief that some of the things she threw should have been too heavy for her to budge let alone throw. But eventually she wore out her raw emotions and slumped. That was when she heard it. It sounded like dramatic music in a movie intended to rouse the emotions of the viewers. And it was rousing fear and panic within her. She frowned, looking around for the source. Seeing nothing, Warren stood and started looking for the source. Following the sound took her to the roof of the family’s building and she looked around only to hear a very real scream. Her wings fanned out as she turned, looking toward the sound thinking someone had seen her and was screaming at the winged freak only to see that the high rise apartments nearby had flames and smoke pouring from the upper windows while people were hanging from other windows, apparently unable to escape. The music was coming from the building. From the brightly shining people screaming for help. It was the first defining moment that Warren ever got to choose for herself. And she made it without any thought. She ran, barefoot, across the roof of her building and dove over the side. Some instinct she never knew she had kicked in and she found herself flying on untested wings toward the windows. Warren had barely braced her feet on the first ledge before she was pulling two small children from the arms of the adults holding them. She didn’t register their panic, their surprise or their shock before she was pushing away and spiraling down to the crowd below. “A miracle…” Seemed to become common among those on the ground as she landed, releasing the children before taking off once more. She was acting purely on adrenaline and instinct as she went up again and again. It took her five trips to get down the last of the family that had been stuck in the burning building. So naturally there was someone calling out for a missing person. She turned scanning the building and saw a faint glow like heat through a wall but not before she took off again. As she flew up, she muttered, “Why is there always one that isn’t with the group?” Bracing herself, Warren flew straight into the cloud of smoke billowing out of the window that was opened the widest. It took her a few minutes to navigate toward the high pitched sound shining through the smoke and flames, but Warren eventually found the little boy hidden in a closet and clutching a tiny turtle. Warren snatched the boy out of the closet, shielding him with her wings as she headed toward the exit. Of course that was when another movie cliché just had to happen with a sudden gust of flame blocking her exit and singeing her wings, which she used as a hasty barrier between her, the boy, and the flames. With no other option, she held the boy and his turtle close. “Hold on tight…” And then she dove headfirst at nearest window, smashing through the glass and giving herself some nice new cuts and bruises. They didn’t fall long before she flipped her wings out once more and started the final glide down to the ground. “Are you an angel?” Warren looked at the boy, startled. “Mama said angels have wings and save people.” “I’m not an angel, kid.” The boy ignored her response with a huff and a roll of his eyes. “Mama said.” She looked away, finding a spot to land. “Don’t be sad.” Warren turned to look at the boy again. His eyes seemed to be all knowing in that moment as she landed them safely. The boy grinned. “Angels don’t need to be sad, they can fly!” Giving him a half-hearted smile, Warren ruffled his hair as she set him down. “Be good, kid.” Suddenly noticing the awed crowd and the various cameras pointed in her direction caused Warren to freeze for a moment before she abruptly managed to take to the air again. Her panic caused her to take off in a random direction and it was actually quite a while before she figured out how to get home again without being seen. 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