00. move (casting picspam)
If you follow my personal journal (zombres), you've already seen this casting picspam. But I wanted to post it here, too, in case anyone who only follows this journal hasn't seen it yet. Feel free to pass over this.
(And yes, I know, I am ridiculous. And that I shamelessly used recognizable screencaps from other shows/movies, whatevs, I DO WHAT I WANT.)
Division made a big mistake when they took my mom. They thought they could control her, that they could take the most powerful Watcher in history and warp her visions for their own ends. But what they didn't realize was that my mom wanted them to take her. She let them capture her. Because she knew the only way she could bring them down was from the inside. My mother saw all of this happen before I was even born -- she knew Nick and I would destroy Division, that Hook and Emily and Kira and Pinky would only come together because of us, that together we'd unite others like us until we outnumbered Division a dozen to one.
As any general will tell you, wars are won with numbers. It's taken six years. Six years of running, hiding, and fighting. Six years with Nick and the others, living off the grid and working beyond the government's reach to recruit and train other Pushers, Movers, Sniffs, Watchers, Shifters, Shadows, Stitches, Bleeders. And we finally have an army.
Division's won hundreds of battles. But we're finally going to win the war.
It's been six years since Kira survived the Enhancement, since Cassie gave Nick the flower, and since their ragtag little team began to chip away at Division's defenses. In those six years, quite a lot has changed.
The guerrilla warfare tactics have proved incredibly effective; Division's facilities have been systematically targeted and shut down. The organization is finding themselves struggling to maintain their research and experiments -- and their secrecy. More and more people are becoming aware of Division's activities, and the rebellion that began in Hong Kong has swept across the world. In response, Division has assigned its top operatives with the same, single mission: to find the rebel leaders and wipe them out, by any means necessary.
Cassie's mother is still being kept, still being pumped for useful information. But perhaps the time has finally come, the time that Sarah Frank foresaw all those years ago. Her hour of freedom is approaching, and she will once again be with her daughter.
A daughter who has grown into a powerful Watcher in her own right. Cassie Holmes has learned how to face her fears, and as a result has learned how to master her abilities. There's a very good chance that the only Watcher more powerful than Cassie is her own mother. And while Cassie has grown into a capable young woman, at nineteen she still has plenty of growing left to do. Who knows just how further her ability could develop?
Nick Gant can hardly remember the days before all of this, the days when he was a pitiful Mover unable to even change the outcome of a single dice game. Now, he finds himself demolishing entire walls, ripping out bars, releasing people like him from prisons they've been kept in for months, if not years. His life finally has a purpose, and he knows that Cassie is responsible for that.
Emily Hu knew she could no longer play the ex-pat with regular office hours, not after helping Nick and Cassie. She abandoned her business and offered her services to Cassie's cause permanently, helping them track down Division operatives - turning the tables on the people who had hunted them for so many years.
Since his wife's death ten years ago, Hook Waters had lived the lifestyle of the transient playboy, making money whenever he needed to, spending his evenings in glittery bars surrounded by giggling women. His life had no direction, and he was largely okay with that. He had never really considered himself a political sort of man, much less a freedom fighter. But in the aftermath of the Hong Kong Incident, as it came to be known, Hook realized that there was much more at stake. And perhaps, with Kira on their side, this little crew stood a chance of taking down the organization that he had hated since that terrible phone call ten years ago.
Pinky Stein's in it for the money, and he'll admit it without hesitation or shame. He knows that aiding in the fall of Division is simply a good business plan - without their constant interference, he'll be able to advertise his services more freely. And, he has to admit, he's developed quite a soft spot for the girl with the rainbow hair. She's yet to steer him wrong.
Kira Hudson didn't choose any of this. She never wanted to be different - well, more different than she already was. But as the only Enhanced Pusher in the world, she knows she's got a lot on her shoulders now. If she ever wants to stop running, make a home, and have a family, she has to fight now. In the beginning, she was in this with Nick. Things have changed between them in the past six years, but he's still the best friend she has in the world, the one person who would do anything for her. And since he's taken this cause so to heart, she owes it to him to help for as long as she can.
It's a miracle they've survived this long - a miracle, and Cassie's visions. And she's finally had the vision they've waited so long for. She's seen exactly where Division is keeping her mother, at the heart of their largest facility. This attack could be the final blow to Division.
the new faces:
Charlotte didn’t know she was “special” until she was twenty-four. She had no idea that her father had been an Operative for Division, that he had defected and gone into hiding before marrying her mother-largely because Division caught up to him when she was nine, and she had come home from school that day to find both of her parents dead in what appeared to be a murder-suicide. But even as Charlotte was shuffled from foster home to foster home, she knew that her parents had been murdered, that her father had been framed.
And then, not long after her twenty-fourth birthday, Charlotte did something horrible, something impossible. She was living just outside London, a young woman with a new career at a law firm, when she was attacked at her new apartment. She had never been so afraid, so angry, and when she opened her mouth to scream for help… Her attacker’s head exploded.
Within minutes, she found herself shot with a tranquilizer dart, shoved into the back of a white van, and taken to a strange medical facility. She was gagged, tested, catalogued. It was sheer luck that she managed to escape two weeks later, when the Mover in the bed next to her managed to break free of his bonds and a stray sweep of his telekinetic energy tore the restraints from her mouth.
When Charlotte walked out of that facility, she left twenty-two dead Operatives in her wake, with a hot fire for revenge kindled in her heart.
As a child lost in the foster system, she had long ago learned how to disappear and fend for herself. She fled to China, learning more about Division along the way, and when a strange tip led her to a smoky bar in Hong Kong, she found herself falling in with Hook Waters and his motley group of friends.
That was five years ago. Since then, she and Hook have developed a strange sort of relationship built on a shared history of lies and betrayal, and a burning desire to avenge their murdered loved ones. She can be more than a little volatile-which seems to only be in the nature of most Bleeders-and is more than willing to kill. But she also believes in Cassie’s cause, and knows that the only way people like them will be safe is if Divison is destroyed.
She’d rather die than fail that cause.
Milo was a computer programmer when they came for him, a nerdy guy with a fondness for StarCraft, a head full of movie quotes, and a penchant for sweater vests and skinny ties. He’d known he was a Stitch since childhood-both of his parents had been Stitches who put their ability to good use, his father as a small-town doctor and his mother as a veterinarian. He’d never had much reason to use his ability, and he never thought much about his heritage or about the organization somewhere out there that knew about people like him. He was just a Stitch. It wasn’t like he was dangerous.
But Milo had the misfortune of being the rare child of two people with special abilities, and two people with the same ability, at that. Division decided that Milo could have quite the potential to be something altogether new and powerful, and grabbed him on his way to work one morning.
The next two years are blurred for him, little more than drugged hallucinations, near constant pain, and the knowledge that they were doing things to him. After both an eternity and what seemed like mere moments, he found himself being disconnected from various IVs and carried out of the facility over a man’s shoulder. That man was Nick Gant, and that facility was burned to the ground by dawn.
After the attack on the facility, those who had been freed had to leave in a big hurry, fleeing all across the world with dozens of fake passports and IDs. But Milo didn’t know what to do, where to go, how to live on the run: he’d been an average kid in a happy two-parent household, and didn’t know the first thing about life off the grid. Kira took one look at his eyes, saw all of the pain and confusion and fear swirling in his head, and told him that if he had to run, he might as well run with them.
And so here Milo Peterson is, seven months later, another addition to the rag-tag team of freedom fighters. His ability has been of some usage, and while he hardly considers himself much of a soldier, he may yet have untold depths.
You could say Riley was groomed for this: his parents were loyal Division operatives, and he’s had rigorous training since he was a child. It should come as no surprise, then, that following Carver’s death he becomes the youngest Chief Operative that Division has ever had, and the most powerful Mover that’s ever been catalogued.
Riley can be ruthless, and doesn’t hesitate to kill when he deems it necessary. He doesn’t exactly take pleasure from pain-it’s more that he enjoys the satisfaction that comes with a job well done. In his eyes, the other specials like him have an obligation to help their governments and forward Division’s lofty aims. Anyone who refuses to cooperate is as good as a traitor in his eyes, and as a government agent he’s well within his rights to execute traitors who resist arrest.
He’s a believer, committed to his cause, and there are few things more powerful or dangerous than a determined zealot. Beyond his job, the only other thing he truly believes in is his newest partner, Lucy Bright. For the first time in his driven life, Riley Turner finds himself in love-something that is expressly forbidden by Division. Suddenly the operative who’s followed every rule finds himself breaking a Cardinal one, knowing full well that pursuing a relationship with his volatile partner could bring dire consequences on them both…
Lucy Bright has learned the hard way that people are not to be trusted, especially men. Her father abandoned her when she was ten, driving her mother to drink herself to death in despair; her first boyfriend tried to rape her at a drunken party; and every man she’s met since then has only been good for enough money to make it to the next town. She was running cons on street corners when Division found her, physically eighteen but nearer fifty in terms of cynicism. They offered her a job that would fully utilize her unique gift, a chance to be well paid and surrounded by luxuries.
She’s hardly committed to the cause, as Riley is. Lucy’s less of a true believer and more of a one woman army-the only person she absolutely trusts is herself. She sees her job with Division as simply a job, a means to keep food on her table and comfortable on her back.
Which is why falling for Riley Turner is complicating things a little too much for her taste. Lucy finds herself fighting a war on two fronts: the war with the renegades led by Cassie Holmes and Nick Gant, and the war with her own heart.
Mobius is the definition of a mystery. All that anyone knows for sure is that he's a Vietnam vet who's more than a little disillusioned with the government in particular and the world in general. He's nigh impossible to contact purposefully; Mobius shows up when and where he wants to, and isn't one to follow orders. Unless they're Cassie's. While he won't open up much, he obviously feels honor-bound to help the daughter of the woman who once saved his life with her visions. He's been on Division's Watch List for decades, and has never been successfully captured or cataloged.
And the reason for this lies in his unique ability: Mobius isn't like most Shifters. He doesn't simply make illusions that fade with time -- he can literally reshape his own body and alter his appearance. This makes him the perfect spy, and nigh impossible to predict or catch. And who knows what other tricks he has up his secretive sleeves?
(NOTE FROM ANGIE B.: How utterly fucking boss is Kris Kristofferson? UGH, I LOVE THIS MAN. He's always been a bad ass, and he remains one to this day. 75 years old and still taking names. LOVE HIM SO HARD.)
T.R. Thompson has made quite the name for himself in the historical scholar community. His peers praise his exhaustive research, eye for detail, and almost uncanny way of describing the ancient and medieval worlds. Luckily for him, none of them know the true secret to his success. There are dozens of Sniffs in the world who can pinpoint locations of difficult-to-find targets, but T.R. may just be the first who can see their entire life stories, too. Past, present, future: it's all just a big story to him. And he's a natural born storyteller.
Luckily for Cassie and her group, T.R. has always had issues with authority, would rather be a private citizen than a government stooge, and doesn't much care for Division's undignified and downright crude tactics. After he managed to give his Division "handler" the slip, he began hopping from Shadow to Shadow, using his ability to outsmart the Watchers assigned to track him down. His newest Shadow is Pinky Stein, and he's put his next bestseller on hold while he tackles his biggest project yet: tracking down every Division operative who's after Cassie's group and cutting them off at the past, as it were. T.R. is the secret weapon Division doesn't know about, and besides Cassie's visions is the biggest reason why Division is now on the defensive.
(NOTE FROM ANGIE B.: Ughhh, Damian Lewis. The Ginger Fox. T.R.'s personality kept shifting in my head from quiet, shy and introspective to flamboyant and ridiculous - it didn't actually solidify nicely until I hit upon the idea of Damian. Now he's a bit of a conceited, overly confident fellow with dashes of the ridiculous. And I quite like that in a scholarly writer type. :D)
Josie largely grew up on the streets -- not because she was orphaned or had a sob story in her past, but because she actively made the choice to leave her stiflingly normal family behind. She's been running with small-time hoods and gangs since she was thirteen, vandalizing property, committing petty theft, becoming the scourge of the beach-side neighborhoods. When her power fully manifested at fourteen, she discovered she was hardly the only "special" person in California. They grouped together out of necessity more than anything else -- Division operatives began hunting them down, and the group that came to be known as the Boardrats knew the strength of numbers. It's been months since Division's tangled with them, having written them off as a lost cause, and the Rats like it that way. But when Hook, Emily, and Charlotte arrive in town with a most intriguing proposition -- and a chance to cause some real trouble -- Josie and her gang are more than happy to sign on. Destroying Division completely sure beats vandalism on the Boardwalk any day...
(And yes, I know, I am ridiculous. And that I shamelessly used recognizable screencaps from other shows/movies, whatevs, I DO WHAT I WANT.)
Division made a big mistake when they took my mom. They thought they could control her, that they could take the most powerful Watcher in history and warp her visions for their own ends. But what they didn't realize was that my mom wanted them to take her. She let them capture her. Because she knew the only way she could bring them down was from the inside. My mother saw all of this happen before I was even born -- she knew Nick and I would destroy Division, that Hook and Emily and Kira and Pinky would only come together because of us, that together we'd unite others like us until we outnumbered Division a dozen to one.
As any general will tell you, wars are won with numbers. It's taken six years. Six years of running, hiding, and fighting. Six years with Nick and the others, living off the grid and working beyond the government's reach to recruit and train other Pushers, Movers, Sniffs, Watchers, Shifters, Shadows, Stitches, Bleeders. And we finally have an army.
Division's won hundreds of battles. But we're finally going to win the war.
It's been six years since Kira survived the Enhancement, since Cassie gave Nick the flower, and since their ragtag little team began to chip away at Division's defenses. In those six years, quite a lot has changed.
The guerrilla warfare tactics have proved incredibly effective; Division's facilities have been systematically targeted and shut down. The organization is finding themselves struggling to maintain their research and experiments -- and their secrecy. More and more people are becoming aware of Division's activities, and the rebellion that began in Hong Kong has swept across the world. In response, Division has assigned its top operatives with the same, single mission: to find the rebel leaders and wipe them out, by any means necessary.
Cassie's mother is still being kept, still being pumped for useful information. But perhaps the time has finally come, the time that Sarah Frank foresaw all those years ago. Her hour of freedom is approaching, and she will once again be with her daughter.
A daughter who has grown into a powerful Watcher in her own right. Cassie Holmes has learned how to face her fears, and as a result has learned how to master her abilities. There's a very good chance that the only Watcher more powerful than Cassie is her own mother. And while Cassie has grown into a capable young woman, at nineteen she still has plenty of growing left to do. Who knows just how further her ability could develop?
Nick Gant can hardly remember the days before all of this, the days when he was a pitiful Mover unable to even change the outcome of a single dice game. Now, he finds himself demolishing entire walls, ripping out bars, releasing people like him from prisons they've been kept in for months, if not years. His life finally has a purpose, and he knows that Cassie is responsible for that.
Emily Hu knew she could no longer play the ex-pat with regular office hours, not after helping Nick and Cassie. She abandoned her business and offered her services to Cassie's cause permanently, helping them track down Division operatives - turning the tables on the people who had hunted them for so many years.
Since his wife's death ten years ago, Hook Waters had lived the lifestyle of the transient playboy, making money whenever he needed to, spending his evenings in glittery bars surrounded by giggling women. His life had no direction, and he was largely okay with that. He had never really considered himself a political sort of man, much less a freedom fighter. But in the aftermath of the Hong Kong Incident, as it came to be known, Hook realized that there was much more at stake. And perhaps, with Kira on their side, this little crew stood a chance of taking down the organization that he had hated since that terrible phone call ten years ago.
Pinky Stein's in it for the money, and he'll admit it without hesitation or shame. He knows that aiding in the fall of Division is simply a good business plan - without their constant interference, he'll be able to advertise his services more freely. And, he has to admit, he's developed quite a soft spot for the girl with the rainbow hair. She's yet to steer him wrong.
Kira Hudson didn't choose any of this. She never wanted to be different - well, more different than she already was. But as the only Enhanced Pusher in the world, she knows she's got a lot on her shoulders now. If she ever wants to stop running, make a home, and have a family, she has to fight now. In the beginning, she was in this with Nick. Things have changed between them in the past six years, but he's still the best friend she has in the world, the one person who would do anything for her. And since he's taken this cause so to heart, she owes it to him to help for as long as she can.
It's a miracle they've survived this long - a miracle, and Cassie's visions. And she's finally had the vision they've waited so long for. She's seen exactly where Division is keeping her mother, at the heart of their largest facility. This attack could be the final blow to Division.
the new faces:
Charlotte didn’t know she was “special” until she was twenty-four. She had no idea that her father had been an Operative for Division, that he had defected and gone into hiding before marrying her mother-largely because Division caught up to him when she was nine, and she had come home from school that day to find both of her parents dead in what appeared to be a murder-suicide. But even as Charlotte was shuffled from foster home to foster home, she knew that her parents had been murdered, that her father had been framed.
And then, not long after her twenty-fourth birthday, Charlotte did something horrible, something impossible. She was living just outside London, a young woman with a new career at a law firm, when she was attacked at her new apartment. She had never been so afraid, so angry, and when she opened her mouth to scream for help… Her attacker’s head exploded.
Within minutes, she found herself shot with a tranquilizer dart, shoved into the back of a white van, and taken to a strange medical facility. She was gagged, tested, catalogued. It was sheer luck that she managed to escape two weeks later, when the Mover in the bed next to her managed to break free of his bonds and a stray sweep of his telekinetic energy tore the restraints from her mouth.
When Charlotte walked out of that facility, she left twenty-two dead Operatives in her wake, with a hot fire for revenge kindled in her heart.
As a child lost in the foster system, she had long ago learned how to disappear and fend for herself. She fled to China, learning more about Division along the way, and when a strange tip led her to a smoky bar in Hong Kong, she found herself falling in with Hook Waters and his motley group of friends.
That was five years ago. Since then, she and Hook have developed a strange sort of relationship built on a shared history of lies and betrayal, and a burning desire to avenge their murdered loved ones. She can be more than a little volatile-which seems to only be in the nature of most Bleeders-and is more than willing to kill. But she also believes in Cassie’s cause, and knows that the only way people like them will be safe is if Divison is destroyed.
She’d rather die than fail that cause.
Milo was a computer programmer when they came for him, a nerdy guy with a fondness for StarCraft, a head full of movie quotes, and a penchant for sweater vests and skinny ties. He’d known he was a Stitch since childhood-both of his parents had been Stitches who put their ability to good use, his father as a small-town doctor and his mother as a veterinarian. He’d never had much reason to use his ability, and he never thought much about his heritage or about the organization somewhere out there that knew about people like him. He was just a Stitch. It wasn’t like he was dangerous.
But Milo had the misfortune of being the rare child of two people with special abilities, and two people with the same ability, at that. Division decided that Milo could have quite the potential to be something altogether new and powerful, and grabbed him on his way to work one morning.
The next two years are blurred for him, little more than drugged hallucinations, near constant pain, and the knowledge that they were doing things to him. After both an eternity and what seemed like mere moments, he found himself being disconnected from various IVs and carried out of the facility over a man’s shoulder. That man was Nick Gant, and that facility was burned to the ground by dawn.
After the attack on the facility, those who had been freed had to leave in a big hurry, fleeing all across the world with dozens of fake passports and IDs. But Milo didn’t know what to do, where to go, how to live on the run: he’d been an average kid in a happy two-parent household, and didn’t know the first thing about life off the grid. Kira took one look at his eyes, saw all of the pain and confusion and fear swirling in his head, and told him that if he had to run, he might as well run with them.
And so here Milo Peterson is, seven months later, another addition to the rag-tag team of freedom fighters. His ability has been of some usage, and while he hardly considers himself much of a soldier, he may yet have untold depths.
You could say Riley was groomed for this: his parents were loyal Division operatives, and he’s had rigorous training since he was a child. It should come as no surprise, then, that following Carver’s death he becomes the youngest Chief Operative that Division has ever had, and the most powerful Mover that’s ever been catalogued.
Riley can be ruthless, and doesn’t hesitate to kill when he deems it necessary. He doesn’t exactly take pleasure from pain-it’s more that he enjoys the satisfaction that comes with a job well done. In his eyes, the other specials like him have an obligation to help their governments and forward Division’s lofty aims. Anyone who refuses to cooperate is as good as a traitor in his eyes, and as a government agent he’s well within his rights to execute traitors who resist arrest.
He’s a believer, committed to his cause, and there are few things more powerful or dangerous than a determined zealot. Beyond his job, the only other thing he truly believes in is his newest partner, Lucy Bright. For the first time in his driven life, Riley Turner finds himself in love-something that is expressly forbidden by Division. Suddenly the operative who’s followed every rule finds himself breaking a Cardinal one, knowing full well that pursuing a relationship with his volatile partner could bring dire consequences on them both…
Lucy Bright has learned the hard way that people are not to be trusted, especially men. Her father abandoned her when she was ten, driving her mother to drink herself to death in despair; her first boyfriend tried to rape her at a drunken party; and every man she’s met since then has only been good for enough money to make it to the next town. She was running cons on street corners when Division found her, physically eighteen but nearer fifty in terms of cynicism. They offered her a job that would fully utilize her unique gift, a chance to be well paid and surrounded by luxuries.
She’s hardly committed to the cause, as Riley is. Lucy’s less of a true believer and more of a one woman army-the only person she absolutely trusts is herself. She sees her job with Division as simply a job, a means to keep food on her table and comfortable on her back.
Which is why falling for Riley Turner is complicating things a little too much for her taste. Lucy finds herself fighting a war on two fronts: the war with the renegades led by Cassie Holmes and Nick Gant, and the war with her own heart.
Mobius is the definition of a mystery. All that anyone knows for sure is that he's a Vietnam vet who's more than a little disillusioned with the government in particular and the world in general. He's nigh impossible to contact purposefully; Mobius shows up when and where he wants to, and isn't one to follow orders. Unless they're Cassie's. While he won't open up much, he obviously feels honor-bound to help the daughter of the woman who once saved his life with her visions. He's been on Division's Watch List for decades, and has never been successfully captured or cataloged.
And the reason for this lies in his unique ability: Mobius isn't like most Shifters. He doesn't simply make illusions that fade with time -- he can literally reshape his own body and alter his appearance. This makes him the perfect spy, and nigh impossible to predict or catch. And who knows what other tricks he has up his secretive sleeves?
(NOTE FROM ANGIE B.: How utterly fucking boss is Kris Kristofferson? UGH, I LOVE THIS MAN. He's always been a bad ass, and he remains one to this day. 75 years old and still taking names. LOVE HIM SO HARD.)
T.R. Thompson has made quite the name for himself in the historical scholar community. His peers praise his exhaustive research, eye for detail, and almost uncanny way of describing the ancient and medieval worlds. Luckily for him, none of them know the true secret to his success. There are dozens of Sniffs in the world who can pinpoint locations of difficult-to-find targets, but T.R. may just be the first who can see their entire life stories, too. Past, present, future: it's all just a big story to him. And he's a natural born storyteller.
Luckily for Cassie and her group, T.R. has always had issues with authority, would rather be a private citizen than a government stooge, and doesn't much care for Division's undignified and downright crude tactics. After he managed to give his Division "handler" the slip, he began hopping from Shadow to Shadow, using his ability to outsmart the Watchers assigned to track him down. His newest Shadow is Pinky Stein, and he's put his next bestseller on hold while he tackles his biggest project yet: tracking down every Division operative who's after Cassie's group and cutting them off at the past, as it were. T.R. is the secret weapon Division doesn't know about, and besides Cassie's visions is the biggest reason why Division is now on the defensive.
(NOTE FROM ANGIE B.: Ughhh, Damian Lewis. The Ginger Fox. T.R.'s personality kept shifting in my head from quiet, shy and introspective to flamboyant and ridiculous - it didn't actually solidify nicely until I hit upon the idea of Damian. Now he's a bit of a conceited, overly confident fellow with dashes of the ridiculous. And I quite like that in a scholarly writer type. :D)
Josie largely grew up on the streets -- not because she was orphaned or had a sob story in her past, but because she actively made the choice to leave her stiflingly normal family behind. She's been running with small-time hoods and gangs since she was thirteen, vandalizing property, committing petty theft, becoming the scourge of the beach-side neighborhoods. When her power fully manifested at fourteen, she discovered she was hardly the only "special" person in California. They grouped together out of necessity more than anything else -- Division operatives began hunting them down, and the group that came to be known as the Boardrats knew the strength of numbers. It's been months since Division's tangled with them, having written them off as a lost cause, and the Rats like it that way. But when Hook, Emily, and Charlotte arrive in town with a most intriguing proposition -- and a chance to cause some real trouble -- Josie and her gang are more than happy to sign on. Destroying Division completely sure beats vandalism on the Boardwalk any day...