forum Superhero Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Vaughn was leaning against the wall next to the door, fiddling with the bandages on one of his palms quietly. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, but he didn’t take it out to check.

"What happened to your hands?" Avery asked Vaughn worriedly, noticing the bandages on them. Her eyebrows scrunched together and her lips pursed, not from anger, but from worry. So many things had happened, so many people had gotten hurt, she didn't want anyone else— not even the ice king— getting hurt.

Vaughn lowered his hands, stuffing them into his suit jacket pockets. He vaguely remembered something Veronica had said to him the night before when he had complaining that none of the people that he was staying with liked him one bit. She told him to try to be as open as he could, and he knew his limits. “I had a bad dream, and I cut up my hands,” he said slowly.

Dylan shook his head, cursing his direct nature. Of course it would be delicate to speak of such things, why hadn't he figured that out the first time?

Avery gaped at Vaughn, her eyes wide.

"Oh my gosh. Are you okay? I mean, obviously not, you cut your hands, but… Ohmygosh. I'm not helping anything," she stammered, pacing the room.

A faint grimace made its way to Vaughn’s face. A few thoughts in his head popped up, scolding himself for not keeping his mouth shut. “I’ll be fine, it doesn’t happen that often,” he responded quickly. His mind went back to one time about a year ago. It was the time he was at the cabin last, and despite how many photos of him smiling with Veronica’s family there were from that day, it had been a terrible end. They planned on staying for a month, but two weeks in, he woke up screaming in terror and pain, having found that he had plunged his knife into his abdomen area. He was greatful for Veronica’s parents that day. They were both amazing doctors and managed to help him. He still had a terrible scar from it, though.

(Okay, I'm really sorry, but I have a 1000-word paper due tonight, and I only have about 112 words so far, so I really need to work on it… So, bye…) :(

Dylan looked up, and saw Vaughn's bandages.

"That we can fix, let me just go get Ele…." He fell off, remembering the events of last night. He stopped himself and hung his head low.

"Nevermind."

(It’s all good, seeyah. Good luck with the paper)

Vaughn gave Dylan a quick look and exhaled sharply, only taking one of his hands out to rub the bridge of his nose before stuffing it away again.

Avery flinched at Dylan's mistake but didn't say anything. She came to stand by the two guys and looked at them both before speaking.

"You guys ready to go? 'Cause I think we should go as soon as we can," she declared.

“I’m read,” Vaughn said, his voice stiff again. It had seemed like he had been dropping his guard slightly, but after Dylan mentioned Element, he was back to his normal closed up self.

With an acknowledging nod to Vaughn, Avery turned to Dylan. "What about you? Are you ready?"

He looked up, nodding, "As ready as i'll ever be."

"All right. Let's go, then," Avery directed, making her way out the door without looking back.

There was too much going on in her head; it was a good thing Oscar had autopilot because she wasn't sure she would be able to concentrate enough to drive.

Vaughn followed her out, getting into the backseat when they got to the car, knowing Dylan would sit in the front seat.

Dylan followed in Avery's steps. When they got to the car, Dylan immeadietly went straight to the front passenger seat. Vaughn took back seat.

"You good to drive?" He asked Avery, concern at the edge of his voice.

Avery nodded, sitting in the driver's seat.

"Yeah, I'm good," she assured Dylan, knowing that is wasn't completely true. "Oscar, please take us to the hospital as quickly and discreetly as possible."

"Sure, thing. ETA: 10 to 20 minutes," the car stated, already on its way.

Vaughn messed up his own hair to be less recognizable and dug what looked like a contact case from his pocket. He put in the contacts, blinking a few times, his grey eyes now an auburn brown. He blinked a few more times, not quite used to them yet. He slipped a black pair of glasses on, the lenses simply just glass. He would have prefered to bleach his hair, but this would do for now.

Even though she was extremely curious about what Vaughn was doing, Avery stayed silent about it, instead trying to focus on the task at hand. Scarlet had told her the room number she was in, so they shouldn't have much trouble getting in.

Vaughn shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the seat. He also took off his button up, just wearing his undershirt in an attempt to look less professional.

About 15 minutes later, the car pulled into the parking lot of a large hospital. Avery sat frozen to her seat after they parked. What was she supposed to do? Hadn't she had enough pain for the past few days? Why did one of her best friends have to be hurt?

Once the car stopped, Vaughn hopped out of the back seat, adjusting the black frames. He untucked his white tshirt and waited.

Avery stared at the hospital building, taking deep breaths, steadying herself for what she needed to do.