No words were spoken, no eye contact was made that morning. This didn't seem normal to him. To him, he and Aryess were practically married because they have been living together for almost six years, and not talking to her made him feel partially empty inside. These thoughts crossed his mind as he typed in the computer. A hand touched his shoulder making him flinch and turn around to see Jet.
"Are you okay?" he asked. Bentley blinked and looked down with a sigh as he hesitantly spoke. " Not really..."
Jet blinked, surprised. He had never seen Bentley be so open about his emotions in all these years; it was worrying. Jet looked around the restaurant full of people.
"We're not that busy. Mind telling me?" he asked, staring at his cousin. His grey eyes flashed a glance back at Jet. "It's a long story " he muttered.
"I have time." Bentley looked at Jet still . "Well? Start explaining," Jet said. Bentley's lips thinned and he let out a sigh beginning to explain.
" I don't know what to do..." Aryess muttered to Allison who listened to her speak how she felt. "Don't you feel maybe talking to Declan would help? After all, he is your-."
"He hasn't been there for me for all those years. He not exactly someone I can open up to about this kind of thing," Aryess muttered with teary eyes. Her lips thinned as she sat back.
"Then what makes talking to me any different?" Her teary grey eyes stared at the look alike of her boyfriend as she pondered slightly, "Well, I mean, you're a guidance counsellor... And you're a woman... So I thought you'd understand madami than Declan would..." she muttered.
Allison stared at Aryess and nodded slightly. "How are you feeling about the pregnancy?... And how do you think Bentley is feeling about it?"
Aryess looked down "I don't want you to think I'm trashing your son..."
"Hon," Allison placed a hand on her knee, "Boys and men, or whatever you wanna call them, make mistakes and don't really understand how we feel. Bentley is no different, he is a boy after all." Aryess allowed herself a smile at this.
The sudden sound of bells of a customer entering caught the two's attention. A waitress walked up to the man with his hood up.
"Hi, can I help yo-," she let out a gasp as he grabbed her, pushing her into a wall, and threw a dagger directly at the two boys. They dived in opposite directions, dodging it. The weapon stuck in the wall.
Panic hit the resturaunt as people hid under tables. The man walked pasulong as customers fled from behind the stranger. Bentley crawled under empty tables and made his way behind the bar with Jet.
"What do we do?" Jet whispered to the grey eyed man.
"I'll distract him and you get the customers out of here," he replied to the brown eyed man. Bentley stood up but gasped dodging another dagger aimed at his head.
"Who the hell are you?" he growled at the hodded man.
"You don't need to know my name. All you need to know is I'm here to kill you," the man spoke. Bentley reached behind his back slowly and calmly gripping the ginto sword handle that sat in his pocket. As the man advanced, Bentley stepped backwards. He glanced at Jet who let out the last group of people and looked back at the man.
"Why do you want to kill me?" The man smirked, tackling Bentley to the ground, taking out a gun, and pointing to his head. Bentley panted hard and dared not ilipat a muscle.
"One ilipat and I'll blow your brains out, " the man growled and laughed lowly, but stopped when the words were spoken out from behind him. "Leave him alone."
The man looked back, keeping a firm hold on Bentley to see Jet pointing a gun at him. Bentley stared at his cousin wide eyed. When did he have time to get the gun behind the bar? The man glared and suddenly kicked Bentley to the side and got up, about to shoot Jet, but yelped out when Bentley tackled him to the floor, making the man pull the trigger with a loud bang.
"Bentley!" Jet shouted in terror as his cousin fell back gripping the wound on his lower leg. The man stood up pointing the gun at Jet as Jet was too shaken to focus on aiming his own weapon at the man. The man laughed pulling the trigger. Jet picked up a tray on the table, deflecting the bullet and making it fly into the kitchen, knocking over oil onto the lit oven. Things began to heat up and suddenly everything was covered in red and kahel flames.
"Are you okay?" he asked. Bentley blinked and looked down with a sigh as he hesitantly spoke. " Not really..."
Jet blinked, surprised. He had never seen Bentley be so open about his emotions in all these years; it was worrying. Jet looked around the restaurant full of people.
"We're not that busy. Mind telling me?" he asked, staring at his cousin. His grey eyes flashed a glance back at Jet. "It's a long story " he muttered.
"I have time." Bentley looked at Jet still . "Well? Start explaining," Jet said. Bentley's lips thinned and he let out a sigh beginning to explain.
" I don't know what to do..." Aryess muttered to Allison who listened to her speak how she felt. "Don't you feel maybe talking to Declan would help? After all, he is your-."
"He hasn't been there for me for all those years. He not exactly someone I can open up to about this kind of thing," Aryess muttered with teary eyes. Her lips thinned as she sat back.
"Then what makes talking to me any different?" Her teary grey eyes stared at the look alike of her boyfriend as she pondered slightly, "Well, I mean, you're a guidance counsellor... And you're a woman... So I thought you'd understand madami than Declan would..." she muttered.
Allison stared at Aryess and nodded slightly. "How are you feeling about the pregnancy?... And how do you think Bentley is feeling about it?"
Aryess looked down "I don't want you to think I'm trashing your son..."
"Hon," Allison placed a hand on her knee, "Boys and men, or whatever you wanna call them, make mistakes and don't really understand how we feel. Bentley is no different, he is a boy after all." Aryess allowed herself a smile at this.
The sudden sound of bells of a customer entering caught the two's attention. A waitress walked up to the man with his hood up.
"Hi, can I help yo-," she let out a gasp as he grabbed her, pushing her into a wall, and threw a dagger directly at the two boys. They dived in opposite directions, dodging it. The weapon stuck in the wall.
Panic hit the resturaunt as people hid under tables. The man walked pasulong as customers fled from behind the stranger. Bentley crawled under empty tables and made his way behind the bar with Jet.
"What do we do?" Jet whispered to the grey eyed man.
"I'll distract him and you get the customers out of here," he replied to the brown eyed man. Bentley stood up but gasped dodging another dagger aimed at his head.
"Who the hell are you?" he growled at the hodded man.
"You don't need to know my name. All you need to know is I'm here to kill you," the man spoke. Bentley reached behind his back slowly and calmly gripping the ginto sword handle that sat in his pocket. As the man advanced, Bentley stepped backwards. He glanced at Jet who let out the last group of people and looked back at the man.
"Why do you want to kill me?" The man smirked, tackling Bentley to the ground, taking out a gun, and pointing to his head. Bentley panted hard and dared not ilipat a muscle.
"One ilipat and I'll blow your brains out, " the man growled and laughed lowly, but stopped when the words were spoken out from behind him. "Leave him alone."
The man looked back, keeping a firm hold on Bentley to see Jet pointing a gun at him. Bentley stared at his cousin wide eyed. When did he have time to get the gun behind the bar? The man glared and suddenly kicked Bentley to the side and got up, about to shoot Jet, but yelped out when Bentley tackled him to the floor, making the man pull the trigger with a loud bang.
"Bentley!" Jet shouted in terror as his cousin fell back gripping the wound on his lower leg. The man stood up pointing the gun at Jet as Jet was too shaken to focus on aiming his own weapon at the man. The man laughed pulling the trigger. Jet picked up a tray on the table, deflecting the bullet and making it fly into the kitchen, knocking over oil onto the lit oven. Things began to heat up and suddenly everything was covered in red and kahel flames.
Before I unleash Hayden onto the world of RP (it should happen probably later tonight or tomorrow) there was one change I wanted to make to his bio. I didn't really wanna re-post the whole bio, so the only change is involving his personality.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
The Watchtower
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” Batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” Superman asked.
“We’re not all here.” Batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. Batman spoke up.
“There’s a nunal on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” Batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” Batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” Superman asked.
“We’re not all here.” Batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. Batman spoke up.
“There’s a nunal on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” Batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
Matrix 'Stume
Name: Hayden Smythe
Hero Name: Matrix
Age: 16
Appearance: about 6’1”, muscular build, slightly tan skin, shaggy dirty blonde/light brown hair, blue-gray eyes
Civvies: See pic
‘Stume: Basically his civvies, but slightly modified (see pic)
Personality: quiet, down-to-earth, hostile at first, hot-tempered, has some trust issues, tough outer shell, a good liar, mysterious, rebellious
Powers: none
Skills: deception and manipulation, escape artist, lock picking, hacking, escaping from things, etc.
Weapons: mostly martial arts, but he’ll use whatever he can get his hands on, handy with tools
Bio: Hayden refuses to reveal his past. ((Mostly cuz I really don’t wanna figure it out right now..it’ll come. Eventually.))
Hayden civvies (ignore the hair spikiness)
Random Hayden!
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate sa pamamagitan ng touching you), retractable angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered sa pamamagitan ng KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused sa pamamagitan ng her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate sa pamamagitan ng touching you), retractable angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered sa pamamagitan ng KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused sa pamamagitan ng her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Name: Jonas Barton (unknown)
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless sando with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, you want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless sando with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, you want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.
Without his sunglasses.
Sunglasses! ^.^
