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lvttie·:

“Yes, my hair is unnaturally red. Great observation.” Charlotte snapped, as she turned to the person whose eyes she’d caught on her freshly coloured mane. “Sorry…” She sighed out of frustration. After dealing with the stares and questions of a similar nature all day, it had taken it’s toll on the young doctor. “A patient with some form of identity manipulation thought they were funny, and couldn’t figure out how to change it back. Now I’m stuck like this until they can.” She didn’t quite fancy soaking her hair in chemicals to alter the colour – she wasn’t even sure if that would work. “I know I look terrible, just go easy on me, please?”

“It looks good on you, Martin.” Dominic remarks, before he sips his coffee and his eyes once again skim over the vibrant color embedded into her strands of hair. “Give me the name of the person and I will personally see to it that they are handled.”

#( conversation. )#( charlotte martin. )

natvlic:

Shit. What did he want? Natalie turned to face the guard with a frown, mostly at the insistence on using that damn horn to get her attention. Slowly, she made the decision to humour him, and quickly sped towards the vehicle to avoid more attention from her fellow classmates. If he was going to ask her about his sister, she had no idea where she was – she had no idea where any of her old friends were.

Opening the passenger’s side door, she climbed into the seat with a huff, slamming the door shut with a strength to show the annoyance that she felt that she had been summoned so abruptly. “What do you want?” She asked, throwing her bag into the backseat, along with her books. “Let me guess, you’re not here to give me a lift?”

Dominic’s quick to start the jeep once she’s inside, in case she decides that his attention isn’t worth her time. After all, he knows exactly who Natalie Anderson is. “Unfortunately not.” He replies to her question about a lift. “However, I’m sure once we’re done, I’ll do the honourable thing and deliver you back to your house.” He supposes. Despite what his critics believe, he wasn’t entirely cruel... only when he was in a bad mood, which was more times than he’d like to admit.

He glances towards the redhead, his head dipping towards the unfastened seat belt. “Seat belt,” he reminds her, “I don’t want to crash and you end up dead.” Although, he did want that; one less monster to deal with. Pressing his foot down, the accelerated jeep began it’s descent further into town and towards the security office.

He was never very good at small talk. “So Anderson, good day at college?”

#( conversation. )#( natalie anderson. )

for @natvlic

Dominic has been meaning to get into contact with Natalie much sooner than he was planning to, but falling victim to circumstance, he's unable to pull himself away from his busy work schedule. It’s not like he wants the young girl in his presence, but she’s required for what he needs to do; or more so, her power is. How else could he convince unruly residents that their place was here? Despite his hatred for this cage and the creatures within. However, he pulls up in the jeep that he only uses for official business, for an unofficial purpose. His eyes, hidden behind dark shades, view the college and he can’t believe that the government is allowing these monsters to be educated, as if they would be able to use a degree outside of Lake Grimstone.

Beeping his horn, he narrows his gaze and inspects each student as they leave the building and turn to hear the noise. “Oi, Anderson.” He says as soon as he catches a glimpse of a maiden with vivid red hair. Once he’s gotten her attention, he lifts his finger and gestures her to come forward and towards his vehicle. “We need to talk. Get in.” He commands. Propping his elbow up onto the window frame, he twists the key into the ignition, ready to drive whenever she’s seated.

#( conversation. )#( natalie anderson. )

faye-beckett:

Faye approached with art supplies in hand and let out a small laugh. “I mean, I don’t know about a rain dance but, I could always make a breeze here or something.” She shrugged, adjusting her bags. “I know Abby would definitely not approve, considering she probably made it this hot.” She smiled at the guard. “What do you think? Would a breeze help?”

Dominic rolls his eyes, wanting the last thing to be that a power is used to achieve what he wanted. Sighing he gestures her to continue regardless, unable to put up with the heat for much longer. “You should probably give me your bags while you do it.”

#( conversation. )#( faye beckett. )

lcrissa:

Larissa rolled her eyes as she heard the male speak. “Yeah, I’m sure there’s a dance for it. Just stand in the middle of the town and wave your arms above your head chanting sun sun go away, come again another day.” She teased, with a slick smile.

Dominic gives her a look that suggests he knows she’s teasing him and he doesn’t care much for it. “I don’t believe I’ll be doing that anytime soon.” He replies, folding his arms and raising a brow generally toward her. “Shouldn’t you be sunbathing, Miss Colbert? Instead of annoying security officers.”

#( conversation. )#( larissa colbert. )

abigailxnelson:

If Abby’s nose crinkled ever-so-slightly for a moment, it wasn’t his fault. No… Abigail Nelson had always had a thing about authority. While she certainly didn’t flout rules for the sake of it, she’d certainly had her rebellious moments, even after she had been brought to Lake Grimstone. There was something about how he said responsible for. –– Or maybe it was because she knew just how terrible some of the residents were to the guards, no matter what team they were on. –– Regardless, she smoothed her features as best as she could, hoping the rain camouflaged at least some of her contrary tendencies. “–– Well, welcome,” she said, finally. “Enjoy the weather,” she added with a quirk of her lips.

Dominic doesn’t register the change in her expression, but he notices how short the conversation is cut. It doesn’t bother him though, he knows that this encounter doesn’t need to be prolonged more than necessary. However, he finds himself asking: “Are you leaving?” It falls from his mouth before he can retract it, and modifies his stance into something of an awkward shift. “You should at least change the weather back first,” he’s quick to say. “People were liking the sun, I believe. And I wouldn't want to be the reason for Lake Grimstone's Great Depression. ”

#( conversation. )#( abigail. )

abigailxnelson:

Abby’s lips quirked. Officer Foladare. She was pretty sure that she was older than him; while that didn’t mean she had a right to his name, there was something… stuffy about how he’d said it. It made her feel like she was in a job interview, and already ten steps behind. “Well, lucky you that my rain can get away from me,” she joked, feeling the awkward tension between them, though not entirely knowing why. “It’s nice to meet you, Dominic,” she said, finally, letting the awkwardness wash off of her in the rain. “You haven’t been here very long, right? –– Or am I just that unobservant?”

Dominic observes her, processing and pondering as to whether he should force a laugh at her feeble attempt to ease the tension. He decides not to, but instead continue to broadly smile. Although he would explain that it was the presence of the raindrops that persistently fell in succession for his apparent contented mien. “I’ve been here for a few weeks. However, I’ve lately resigned myself to desk duty.” His excuse for avoiding an awkward run-in with his sister. “It turns out some of the guards I’m suppose to be responsible for aren’t exactly team players. Lots of paperwork for a lot of incidents.” He sighs, wishing he hadn’t agreed to surpass being solely a guard. But he prefers the slight authority he holds. Something about having control, having power in a town full of powerful creatures. It was exhilarating. “I’ve only recently decided that I should get some fresh air once in awhile, so here I am.”

#( conversation. )#( abigail. )

abigailxnelson:

“Rain is my favorite,” Abby volunteered. “That’s sort of why it rains here more than it shines. But I’d been getting a lot of complaints, so I was trying to… you know. Rein it in. –– Pun maybe intended.” She watched the guard. She knew him around, though she couldn’t remember if they’d spoken before. Newer. Tallish. –– Power-less, she thought? Maybe. She thought that she caught a smile, though it looked to her like it was happening of its own accord, and not because he was particularly happy to be talking to her. “I’m Abby,” she said. “Don’t think we’ve met, so… now we have, right?”

His brow raises ever so slightly as if he’s silently questioning her and, in a way, he supposes that he is. How dare someone share a similar fondness over something so important as the weather. An involuntarily smile is still secured to his face, as he nods in a sort of agreement to her statement. “Indeed. It’s mine too.” There, had he shared something, despite how trivial, with a resident beside his sister? Apparently so, however he hoped this didn’t bond them for life. “I know who you are, Miss Nelson. It is my duty to know all of the --” Monsters. “ -- residents. I’m Officer Foladare.” How professional of him, but something in his gut didn’t feel right. He already hears his superior’s words echoing inside that the only way to survive in this town was to establish something other than an authoritative dominance with the residents. She’d given him rain, so he would give her a chance. “Dominic. You can call me Dominic.”

#( conversation. )#( abigail. )

abigailxnelson:

“Damn it. I just can’t win.” Abby frowned, looking up at the sky. She’d been TRYING to keep the weather NICE for people. –– Unfortunately for her, she thought nice meant sunshine all of the time. Personally, she felt most at home in the rain. She supposed that was why the weather reacted so often for her with RAIN. At her frustration, a cool summer shower began falling, and she sighed, carding her fingers through steadily-dampening hair. “…Happy?”

“Quite.” Dominic replied, having to refrain from showing his distaste that she controlled the weather. He had no objection to her action, in fact he was rather grateful for the sudden shift in forecast. It was that her kind existed, period. His thoughts became sidetracked though as the cool droplets invaded his skin and he felt at peace. Closing his eyes briefly to revel in his preferred weather, he couldn’t hide the smile that had become fixated among his features. “Thank you,” he uttered quietly. “It’s much appreciated.”

#( conversation. )#( abigail. )

The sun was high, and the male stared up at the sky with a hatred for the glowing beams. Dominic wasn’t the type to indulge the rays and bask in the heat, he much preferred the cold droplets of rain to cool his skin. At least he wouldn’t be sweating in his uniform. Hearing footsteps come from behind him, he debates raising his weapon as a threat, but glances at his company and finds no underlying hostility. “Is there some kind of rain dance we can do? I’m sick of this drought.” The prolonged absence of rain hadn’t been for long, but if something irked the male, you could be sure he’d complain about it.

#grimstonestarter

rheasoto:

Rhea would chuckle lightly at the other. “It’s a pleasure i’m sure.” she’d shrug her shoulders at the next question. “Because they still have human emotions and need someone to talk to after there ripped away from there whole lives.” she’d smile innocently at the other. “Do you think my job’s pointless in a town like this or something?”

“Yes, I do.” And it was the truth. Dominic couldn’t understand why valuable resources and more importantly time were being wasted on these degenerates. It baffled him how the government allowed this to occur and continue for so long. “What’s the point in talking to them? All they’re capable of is manipulation, violence and in some extreme cases, murder.”

#( conversation. )#( rhea soto. )

rheasoto:

“I was just dropping some things off.” she’d chuckle lightly raising an eyebrow at the other. “How are you liking town so far? everything you ever hoped and dreamed for.” she’d smile softly at the other. “I’m Rhea by the way.” she’d pause before extending her hand. “Town counselor.”

“Not exactly, but the views are nice.” Dominic replied with a smirk, referring to her company. Taking a puff of his cigarette, he re-positioned himself and extended his free hand towards the town counselor. “Dominic. Security Officer,” he nodded. He’d started making a habit of only introducing himself to residents by his first name, not wanting any attachments to Natasha as of yet. “Nice to meet you, Rhea.” Had he overlooked her file? It wasn’t like him to be so careless, but he couldn’t place her. “What does a town counselor do here? Why would you counsel them?”

#( conversation. )#( rhea soto. )

TASK 006.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

SIDE

TRP | TAO | Unsure | What?

APPEARANCE

PERSONALITY

POWERS

#( task. )#( task 006. )

heartbreakingly-powerful:

“First off, rude. I am not a fan of hazing or bullying, which is what teasing or pulling pranks on your first day would be in my opinion.” She replied with as the man sort of reminded her why guards weren’t her favorite people. After having a nice discussion with Jeremiah, she had the small hope that they weren’t all bad. “Maybe I was just curious about the new person who was protecting this town?” It was the nicest way she could say it when she really mean the new prison guard of this penitentiary for people with powers.

“It depends how serious the pranks are if you want to call it hazing.” Dominic stated further, watching the female with a careful eye -- trying to place her identity in his mind. He knew he’d seen that face before in a file. Either way, it meant she was indeed a resident, a resident with one of those things. He had to laugh. “Protecting the town? That’s their job,” he said, nodding towards a passing guard. “I’m here to make sure they do their job right and people like you don’t get out and terrorise the world with your...'powers’.” He almost spat viciously, but was able to only just about maintain his professionalism. After all, it was his first day. “

#( conversation. )#( marissa oliveira. )#Sorry about him!

natvlic:

“I’m here to say hello. Aren’t I allowed to greet Grimstone’s new contender for the most handsome competition?” Natalie smirked. It wasn’t her most creative line, but she didn’t really care. All she knew was that it was better to appear to be on the side of the government and it’s employees. “I would never pull a prank on you, sir. I can imagine the horrible things you’d do to me if I did,” she teased. “Can I have a cigarette?”

Dominic thought for a few seconds, scanning his mental database of residents: Redhead. Natalie Anderson. Knowledge Manipulation. “I’m ecstatic that you think this routine is going to work on me, Natalie.” He spoke her name with a hit of disgust in his voice. Not towards the attractive redhead herself, but rather what she possessed. After his extensive study of resident files, it was primarily the ones who posed a high security risk that he held more of a distaste for. Howbeit, a chuckle left the security officer’s mouth as she had guessed correctly -- he would do horrible things. Maybe not what she had in mind, but that didn’t matter to him.

He waited for a moment, before going against his better judgement and offering the small box of cigarettes out towards her. “A cigarette and that is all,” he answered, sternly. He wasn't here to make friends with any of the residents.

#( conversation. )#( natalie anderson. )#If her hair's not red anymore then pretend it says blonde lmao

ryder-greeene:

“Baking isn’t in my skill set. Though I suppose with enough specialization, I could turn lesser pastries into miniature muffins, fairly easily.” Ryder was a bit relieved to find another smoker. There weren’t many who supported the habit. “Though you outrank me and I will respect you heavily for that, consider it a sign of trust that I’m even humorous with you. There are probably at least ten people in this town who have never seen me smile.” He chuckled a little bit and took Dominic’s hand firmly but not overpoweringly so. He had no need to show off. “Ryder. Although, I believe you’re already aware of that considering you knew you were my superior. So, how much of my file do you have clearance for?”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” he replied. Dominic wasn’t here to make enemies, although it would become fairly obvious later on that his feelings towards superpowered humans were anything other than positive. He didn’t care about them, he was only here to make sure they didn’t get out into the real world and cause the havoc he knew they would. For God’s sake, his sister had killed a man with hers. They needed to be contained. “I’m not here to be completely alone. I might as well make some friends, especially if it’s with some of the guards. You seem like a good start,” he said -- unaware of Ryder’s ability. Being honest, he hadn’t checked any of the files yet except for the residents'. “I don’t know, actually. I guess I’ll find out at some point. I was never really one to do my homework.” He shrugged, resuming his position against the wall. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ryder.”

#( conversation. )#( ryder greene. )

kadenxparrish:

Kaden smirked at his friend. “I’m not here to pull a prank. To tease, maybe.” He chuckled as he glanced across towards Dominic. “I’m joking, man.” Kaden nudged him in the shoulder as he laughed. “So how are you feeling? Nervous? Excited? A little bit of both?”

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me give you a warning, Parrish.” Dominic grinned, before taking a puff of his cigarette. How did he feel? Nervous was definitely up there, but he couldn’t be excited about entering into a town filled with mutants. “A bit of both.” He decided to go with. “How are the residents with authority here? Let me guess, do they hate us? I wore my good shirt today and I don’t want to get it ruined.”

#( conversation. )#( kaden parrish. )

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