forum Vigilante Angel RP (CLOSED)

Started April 25, 2018 by Deleted user

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"I'm not taking you in for what you won't do, I'm taking you in for what you already did… you can't be in a gang, even formerly, without doing at least one illegal act,"

"Is it impossible for you hero-types to not be insufferable asses?" Jackson asked, his left hand reaching for something in his pocket. He scowled when he realized it wasn't there. He looked as if he were about to say something when he groaned and clutched his head. Not now, not now, he thought frantically, but it was already happening. He was having one of his "visions", as he had taken to calling them.

He was standing on the edge of a building, screaming into the oblivion. It looked to be the middle of the night, and tears ran down his face as he yelled. He yelled about betrayal, about love, about loss. A man stood behind him, a cruel grin on his face.
"Don't you see, Jackson? This was always bound to happen. This was always the end game. The story's last page."
Jackson didn't say anything. He had stopped screaming, but he had fallen to his knees while still staring at something over the side of the building.
"Goodbye, boy." The man whispered in Jackson's ear, before pushing him over the edge.

Jackson opened his eyes, still reeling from the vision. He stumbled, before falling to his knees and leaning heavily against one of the table legs.

“Are you Alright?” Ceri asked, looking at Jackson.

Jackson shuddered. "I- I'm fine." He said, not even trying to stand up. His visions had always been wild. They were unpredictable things that never even came to pass half of the time, but when they did it had always eft him with a chill. He had never died before, though. He felt empty, like something had been taken from him, though nothing was really gone.

“Are you sure?” She asked, hesitantly reaching out with a hand.

Jackson flinched, then cursed internally for doing so. "Yes," he said, rather coldly, "I'm fine."

Sam looked at him, unconcerned. "I'm guessing you just had something to do with your powers right now?"

"No shit, Sherlock, how'd you figure that out?" He asked, his head still pounding.

"You don't look so great." Mirage muttered, walking through the wall with a file.

"I'm fine." Jackson repeated. He was still on the ground though, not trusting himself enough to stand. He refused to acknowledge the fact that he was in the same position that he had been in on the roof.

"Okay~. Can we stop asking the dude if he's alright? He's clearly not. I'm not helping anyone right now. I came here to get my own jail cell, but it's past my bedtime! Let's get the show on the road and or pack it up. I feel like shit and I want to sleep," Isaiah said. He sat up and walked towards the door, cocking his head out to the hall.

(K then)
Mirage handed Sam a file. "Here's what I found on Isaiah." She said before turning leading Isaiah to a cell.

As they walked, Isaiah followed Mirage he didn't know where the cell was so he couldn't take the lead. "Do you have any freedom working here or what?"

Mirage nodded. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Wow. You're one for conversations," they turned another corner. "How far away is our destination?" Isaiah asked, sleep clawing at his legs. "I don't think I can go any farther."

"Right here." She opened a door.

"Also, I could pretty much leave anytime I wanted."

"Thanks," Isaiah muttered looking into the glass room. He turned back to face mirage who was halfway down the hall. "You gonna say anything else?" He called, not to ready to be alone.

She turned. "Why? You lonely?"