"Nah, he needs to socialize more anyway. To tell you the truth he doesn't get out much. He says it's because he doesn't want anyone to see him. I tell him that there are a lot of strange looking people, but he still won't leave the building. Sad state of affairs. He does keep this place rather clean though. Kinda like a butler." I walk down the hallway towards the stairs and my room. Jeeves is squeaking a bit above. I do feel a bit of pity for him, but he was a bit of a jerk when he was entirely human so I add this up to be a karmic even. It is in his best interest: he tends to act more human and less rat when he is around people other than me, myself, I, that other me, the voice in my head, that conscience that won't cram it, the devil on my shoulder, and the other other me. "So what do you say? We talking to the short rat?" His angry squeak can be heard from above.
"The one across the hall from where Jeeves is hiding," I say loud enough so that Jeeves can actually hear it. As I hear his swear, I cant help but laugh. "You can't hide forever Jeeves, you know that right?" I joke down the hall. "I can damn well try," he calls back. "Shall I introduce you two?" I ask Scoria, knowing full well Jeeves will likely be angry with me for a good week afterwards but willing to risk it. Jeeves quickly looks around before scurrying upstairs as fast as he can, which is to say on all fours, his tail scurrying behind the short suited rat.
"Well since Jeeves became a rat," I respond with a chuckle. I can hear the deadbolt slam open and the scuffling as Jeeves runs into the shadows further down the hallway. Waiting for him to get into his little hiding place, I open the door to the abandoned apartment complex. "Most of the rooms are pretty destroyed from something or other, but a few rooms are still pretty intact, and I have the keys for most of them. I cleaned up most of the rubble in the hallways, even replaced the majority of the light bulbs. Ok I didn't do most of it, Jeeves did, but I found the place. A few of the worse off rooms I just use as storage. All in all it's a nice place to call home," I say looking a bit lost in memories as I look down the hall. Jeeves pokes his ratty head out of the farthest door just far enough to get a peek at us before he rushed back inside.
I lead us safely and without incident to my apartment building. The door is locked. "Of course he would. JEEVES!" I yell and bang on the door. "He does this. He isn't the nicest rat."
I sigh in relief. "If you would prefer you could always spend the night at my place. I warn you though it is likely to look worse than your place," I say jokingly. "It's also devolved free. Well I wouldn't say free. It has my pet rat, Jeeves." Well pet might also be a bad word, as jeeves was a human before the mist, my publisher actually. He happened to be taking care of my pet rat. "Don't worry though, he doesn't bite, and if he does I will protect you." I grin at her.
Ok going to her house. So why the sudden change of heart? Clever ploy to get me interested? Husband work late? Worked up the courage to show me her house? "So is there a reason you don't want me to see your place?" I ask a bit nervous.
Scratching my chin I reassure her. "It's ok my place is probably a pit compared to yours." Wonder if theres another reason other than it being a mess. Dead bodies? Is she a black widow? No she couldn't be. Too sweet. Why else? It could just be small. Nah. That's nothing that bad. Gotta think worse. What us she trying to hide. Drugs? Eh done most of them at one time or another. Secret powers? Some kind of firey beast alter ego? A husba- oh s***. She's married isn't she? Curse the writer for my creativity. Now I don't want anything more then to prove these insane ponderings wrong. "Or is there another reason?" I hear myself ask.
I take a drink of my whiskey and side the rest to the end of the bar that the cake guy is at. I stand up and go to follow her. Quickly catching up, I try to use my Author skills to keep this going, drawing on the oldest cliché in the book. "You have to let me walk you home, what with all the devolved around. We wouldn't want someone as pretty as you to get hurt now would we?" I say as best I can, though it is probably evident that I am not one with words. Well correction: Not one with spoken word.
Application
NAME: Volt
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
RACE: Evolved
ABILITY: Volt controls electricity and electronic components, but can't fully control his powers
STRENGTH(S): Volt is good at shocking people or causing electronics to short-circuit
WEAKNESS(ES): Volt can't completely control his powers, and sometimes he hurts people without meaning to if he gets emotional.
PERSONALITY: Volt is a very cocky and brave man. He is however very secretive, and he may not trust you at first. But he is an otherwise nice man.
APPEARANCE: http://0.tqn.com/d/m...-messy-hair.jpg
BIO: Volt doesn't remember his life before the infection. His first memory was waking up passed out on the sidewalk with red mist all around. The city around his was filled with destruction. He tried to stand up but his legs failed to support him. He tried to get some air but his lungs tingled and burned. He crawled over to a lamp-post for support, but once his hand came in contact with the lamp it exploded, shattering glass around him. Volt stared at his hand with in disbelief. "Did I do that?" He said to himself. Suddenly he was aware that his WHOLE body tingled. He realized the tingling inside him was electricity, and that he somehow has fused with it. He sat on the curb trying to recollect his thoughts. He couldn't remember his name so he settled on "Volt", thinking it would suit his new found abilities. After some rest he stood up and walked around, looking for someone else.
"I think your right, but that might be because that's your last whiskey," I say before taking another swig of my alcohol. "It's late anyway, and what with all these reckless drivers out you shouldn't be walking the roads," I joke.
Looking at Scoria, I notice she is starting to get a bit drunk. "You should probably stop drinking before YOU pass out like he did," says as he points to the strange morph suit guy with his thumb. I chuckle as I drink the last of my bottle of whiskey and grab another.
I grab a whiskey and chug it. Looking at the weird looking kid at the end of the bar, I wonder if I could take him in a fight. "So what are your powers?" I ask the two hoping to strike up a conversation to ease the silence of the room.
"Best damn date I've had in a while," I say grinning. Taking a long drink of my whiskey to steel my nerves helps, but clean up the hole that is where I live it does not. I pull out my bottle of aspirin and quickly pop one into my mouth and wash it down with what is left of the alcohol. Looking over at the man with the claws sitting a few seats down, I reach behind the bar and toss a beer to him. "You may want to be careful with those claws and what not," I say a bit jokingly.
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