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WHO: Samuel Sullivan, his allies, and his opponents. TAG YOURSELF IN GUYS.
WHERE: All throughout.
WHEN: 3/27, sunset
WARNINGS: Violence.
The sky was a hazy shade of amber and the hours began to gradually shift from day to night. Sunset always came later at this time of the year, meaning people were more active in the later hours of the afternoon. Thus, a seemingly convenient activity to partake in would be the newly arrived carnival. Of course, the caravan had begun its tour in this very city, but their presence at that time was much less known. The location of the carnival itself was a park right on the edge of town. Shuttle bus drivers had been hired to transport people who were located on the other side of the city, while most could take a cab or walk.
The carnival bustled with people despite the fact that many of the acts had apparently tampered off since the start of the caravan. Samuel however, wasn’t too concerned about the questioning few who did seem to stray from his preliminary plans. Between his escalating madness and distaste for the general populace, the opposing views of those whom he once deemed allies became less and less relevant to his interests.
Samuel stood inside of his trailer, restlessly fiddling with one of the cuffs of his tailcoat. Despite his well kept appearance, there was an obvious restlessness in his eyes. One foot rhythmically tapped on the creaky wooden floors. Having straightened his cuff, he pivoted to face the door. He hesitated for a moment, carefully going over what was about to occur in his head. Things were different here. Right? There was a greater abundance of “heroes” within the city and the moral standards were certainly more significant than what he remembered in his “own world.” Yes, that much was different. At least amongst the “supers.” The rest of the population however; the majority was no different.
The skyrocketing morals of the local “heroes” dripped with naivety. Of course they would come rescue those who beckoned for their help. However, after all was said and done, they were being used as nothing more than tools for the majority. They were slaves to the same despicably structured, greedy, and ignorant society which he knew all too well. Additionally, the existence of other supers was completely lacking in other cities and in many, those who were different were despised and feared.
He had made an honest effort at seeing things differently here and had built a family (similar to before) promising them an alternative to their enslavement. Once again, all of it was meaningless. Restraining himself never seemed to do any good, and he found he was much more at ease while experiencing the agony of those who oppressed him. From the start, he’d been making daily runs to other cities, seeking out additional members to his family. Mysterious and unfortunate circumstances occurred in a handful of those supposed “stops.” Though, the catastrophes had not gone unfounded. Punishment was necessary. That was the only true redemption.
And as the end of their journey neared, Samuel began realizing that his supposed family clutched onto ideals that opposed his own. The only real substance he seemed to be getting from them was the energy of their powers, feeding into his own. In all actuality, they were disposable.
This City? This country? Likely this entire planet. It needed a reality check. Like always, he would start small, and work up to something fantastic. This was only the beginning.
And so Samuel Sullivan opened the door and stepped into the colorful lights.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion and the rest of the world seemed somewhat surreal. The people surrounding him, including his own caravan members, were just soulless corpses idly standing by as he did the real work. It was going to be the first in a number of miraculous acts. Samuel gradually made his way to the main stage. In fact, even as he stepped up to the center of it, the applause and cheers of his audience seemed incredibly distant. Their current reactions weren’t of any interest to him. What would pique his interest would be the god awful twisted distortion blanketed over all their faces as he performed for them.
He closed both of his eyes, waiting for the seemingly disembodied cheering to stop. Finally, silence. Anticipation. And it began.
As if he were a conductor cuing an entire symphony to begin, he lifted up both his arms, palms open to the sky. Once again, there was a dramatic pause. The audience waited, a lapse of whispers momentarily grazing over the silence. Then, the maestro dramatically balled up his fists. As his fingers dug into the skin of his palms and his knuckles whitened, the ground began to shake. It was barely noticeable at first, believably excusable by a passing truck or a ride gearing up. However, as the tremor sustained, people began looking at their feet. The ground was still shaking. The hushed murmurs erupted into screams. Panic.
Samuel opened his eyes.
((ooc: TAG YOURSELVES IN GUYS. Making the seperate threads for the distractions (and their opponents), relief team, evacuation team and main face off right now. Plsss wait for your designated area to show up!))
WHERE: All throughout.
WHEN: 3/27, sunset
WARNINGS: Violence.
The sky was a hazy shade of amber and the hours began to gradually shift from day to night. Sunset always came later at this time of the year, meaning people were more active in the later hours of the afternoon. Thus, a seemingly convenient activity to partake in would be the newly arrived carnival. Of course, the caravan had begun its tour in this very city, but their presence at that time was much less known. The location of the carnival itself was a park right on the edge of town. Shuttle bus drivers had been hired to transport people who were located on the other side of the city, while most could take a cab or walk.
The carnival bustled with people despite the fact that many of the acts had apparently tampered off since the start of the caravan. Samuel however, wasn’t too concerned about the questioning few who did seem to stray from his preliminary plans. Between his escalating madness and distaste for the general populace, the opposing views of those whom he once deemed allies became less and less relevant to his interests.
Samuel stood inside of his trailer, restlessly fiddling with one of the cuffs of his tailcoat. Despite his well kept appearance, there was an obvious restlessness in his eyes. One foot rhythmically tapped on the creaky wooden floors. Having straightened his cuff, he pivoted to face the door. He hesitated for a moment, carefully going over what was about to occur in his head. Things were different here. Right? There was a greater abundance of “heroes” within the city and the moral standards were certainly more significant than what he remembered in his “own world.” Yes, that much was different. At least amongst the “supers.” The rest of the population however; the majority was no different.
The skyrocketing morals of the local “heroes” dripped with naivety. Of course they would come rescue those who beckoned for their help. However, after all was said and done, they were being used as nothing more than tools for the majority. They were slaves to the same despicably structured, greedy, and ignorant society which he knew all too well. Additionally, the existence of other supers was completely lacking in other cities and in many, those who were different were despised and feared.
He had made an honest effort at seeing things differently here and had built a family (similar to before) promising them an alternative to their enslavement. Once again, all of it was meaningless. Restraining himself never seemed to do any good, and he found he was much more at ease while experiencing the agony of those who oppressed him. From the start, he’d been making daily runs to other cities, seeking out additional members to his family. Mysterious and unfortunate circumstances occurred in a handful of those supposed “stops.” Though, the catastrophes had not gone unfounded. Punishment was necessary. That was the only true redemption.
And as the end of their journey neared, Samuel began realizing that his supposed family clutched onto ideals that opposed his own. The only real substance he seemed to be getting from them was the energy of their powers, feeding into his own. In all actuality, they were disposable.
This City? This country? Likely this entire planet. It needed a reality check. Like always, he would start small, and work up to something fantastic. This was only the beginning.
And so Samuel Sullivan opened the door and stepped into the colorful lights.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion and the rest of the world seemed somewhat surreal. The people surrounding him, including his own caravan members, were just soulless corpses idly standing by as he did the real work. It was going to be the first in a number of miraculous acts. Samuel gradually made his way to the main stage. In fact, even as he stepped up to the center of it, the applause and cheers of his audience seemed incredibly distant. Their current reactions weren’t of any interest to him. What would pique his interest would be the god awful twisted distortion blanketed over all their faces as he performed for them.
He closed both of his eyes, waiting for the seemingly disembodied cheering to stop. Finally, silence. Anticipation. And it began.
As if he were a conductor cuing an entire symphony to begin, he lifted up both his arms, palms open to the sky. Once again, there was a dramatic pause. The audience waited, a lapse of whispers momentarily grazing over the silence. Then, the maestro dramatically balled up his fists. As his fingers dug into the skin of his palms and his knuckles whitened, the ground began to shake. It was barely noticeable at first, believably excusable by a passing truck or a ride gearing up. However, as the tremor sustained, people began looking at their feet. The ground was still shaking. The hushed murmurs erupted into screams. Panic.
Samuel opened his eyes.
((ooc: TAG YOURSELVES IN GUYS. Making the seperate threads for the distractions (and their opponents), relief team, evacuation team and main face off right now. Plsss wait for your designated area to show up!))