forum Superhero Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Vaughn resisted the urge to roll his eyes and muttered a quick, “Morining.” He made himself coffee and stood by a window, squinting at the sunlight. He did his best to try to ignore his stinging palms when he gripped the mug.

A few minutes later, Avery finished her eggs and coffee. Standing, she made her way to the sink to set her dishes in it, then refilled her mug with more coffee.

"How's your head?" she asked Vaughn knowingly, smiling into her cup.

Vaughn glanced in Avery’s direction as he lowered the blinds, blocking out the sunlight that made his head throb. “It will be fine once the pain medicine kicks in,” he responded, sipping his coffee slowly. The memories of the night before were still slightly foggy. The most he could remember was the general idea of drinking with Veronica, and possibly another woman, but he wasn’t quite sure.

"Hm," Avery nodded. Gesturing to Vaughn, she said to Dylan with a small smile, "This is another reason I don't drink."

Vaughn shook his head slowly, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. He took out his phone and noticed a few missed texts from a number that he didn’t recognize. He thought about it, and assumed that it could have been from the other woman. He messaged Veronica quickly, asking what happened last night and why the woman had his number. A text from her responding ‘You two were handsy, I felt like a third wheel, Finney’ came through. The back of Vaughn’s neck felt hot, but more from shame than embarrassment. He texted Veronica an apology and shut his phone off.

Dylan waved her off, smiling, "You act like I had three full bottles. I had three shots."

Avery shrugged with a smile. The coffee was starting to work, and her grumpiness was quickly fading.

"I'm just saying, I have no desire to wake up with a splitting headache or very nearly completely forget a few hours of my life."

Dylan got up from his chair, "Which reminds me. Vaughn? We're heading out soon, gonna check up on a friend of Avery's. You should come with."

Vaughn glanced over at Dylan as he finished his coffee and went to the sink to clean it. “Alright, I will,” he responded, washing out the cup.

Avery's eyes flashed with the sudden remembrance of what Vaughn had been like after Sam died. "Yes, you really should," she agreed, nodding her head. "I think she has something to say that you'll want to hear."

(Whelp. I wrote this before I saw the above response, but it still makes some sense…)

Dylan followed him and said quietly, "We're going to ask about Sam. Just so you know. She was there that night."

Vaughn noticeably tensed at the mention of the boy, the graphic memories of the boy’s mutilated body flashing into his mind. He suppressed a disturbed shudder. “Okay,” He said quickly, turning the water off and drying his hands. His expression was emotionless as usual, but his eyes were pained like they had been the night he came back from it. He walked up to his room to change at a brisk pace before anything else could be said.

Avery shot a worried look at Dylan. "I think we upset him," she murmured, feeling bad about it.

Vaughn replaced the bandages on his left forearm and both palms. He grimaced, knowing all three of the slices would most likely leave terrible scars. He changed his white undershirt and slipped on his usual black dress pants. His palm stung whenever he would flex his palm while buttoning his long sleeved white button up. He fixed his hair and took care of the rest of the hygiene areas before coming back down. He went straight to the coat rack, sitting on the floor to put his shoes on.

"Vaughn," Avery tried getting his attention when he had come down. "Any chance Veronica has extra clothes here that I could borrow? I kinda didn't have time to pack myself anything, if you didn't notice."

Vaughn looked up at Avery and finished tieing the laces, getting back up. “Her room is at the very end of the hall on the left, I’m sure she has some things in there,” he responded in a level tone, seeming to look more past her than directly at her. He took his suit jacket from the coat rack, shrugging it on.

"Oh. 'Kay. Well, thanks," Avery said awkwardly.

She made her way to the room Vaughn had said, then looked for something to wear. After a couple of minutes, she found a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that fit well enough and changed into them. Running her fingers through her hair a few times, she tried to tame it a little more than before. When she had finished getting ready, she walked back out to the other room, silently thinking about what she was going to do about Scarlet.