Apples and Oranges

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Come on, sweetpea || Natalie & Drew

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craftymissward:

Natalie grinned, more to herself than anyone else. She almost felt pity as he didn’t know what kind of a person he was dealing with. Dealing with species above humans for too long now, she could almost see or feel the differences. It was funny and quite peculiar how before she would have never thought there were any differences to begin with. But the fragility of the regular human body was now more obvious than ever. Perhaps it had something to do with how many people Natalie had killed thus far. It wasn’t one, two, or five. It was dozens at that point, and the sound and the feeling of snapping their necks now reminded her of tree branches. For most, this was a horrifying thought — a small part of her wondered if she even liked an aspect of it. If she had lost all her humanity.

But then her mind traveled over to Zach and the pang in her chest reminded her that no, she was far away from it. She was just selfish and selective as to who deserved affection. Natalie’s list was now empty, much like the muscle in her chest that was pumping blood just for the sake of it. Looking at Zach from across the training room only made her kick the punching bag harder. Or the sparring partner. She usually played it off as tough love, but it was nowhere near that. And when she saw him in the hallway, it wasn’t a rare thing for her to change the direction. She couldn’t bear looking at him because it reminded her of what she could have and what she chose to lose. And it wasn’t even her choice per se, she knew that they were simply not cut out for each other. He was everything that she was not and she felt like walking on eggshells with him.

That thought alone was enough to have her nostrils flare. She usually didn’t care about the object of her wrath, and this time it happened to be this cocky human with a larger-than-life attitude. Oh, she was going to enjoy this. Only slightly squinting her eyes at him, she just wanted to shake him up a little bit, nothing drastic. ‘’That attitude will kill you one day,’’ She sent telepathically, right into his head. She could have, of course, picked up on his memories, of the people closest to him, but she didn’t want to show all the goods right away. Her tone was matter-of-factly, as if telling him that smoking might kill him. ‘’In fact, keep walking around here, Resistance boy, and your attitude will be the least of your worries. And yes, this is a threat. Don’t go around hoping to sleep with the enemy, honey.’’

He should have known she’d show off... They always did. He understood that much. It was the answer to everything, to everyone that thought threatened by him. How could they no? To be fair, he knew that perhaps he was the one the started it-- and while he was fully aware of his initial threats, he was certainly not expecting her fucking voice to be echoing through his fucking mind. Shit was getting weirder and weirder in this world and he was quite ready to give up his old one. He may have been in prison for life but right now, looking at this...this... girl...?... he would easily and gladly pick a life time in prison where at least he could fuck shit up.

His eyes widened, knowing that the smug look on her face meant she was probably enjoying every single second. Although, he did find it mildly insulting that she assumed he was resistance. But he regarded, after a moment, that she really had no reason not to think he was like all the others. He and his brother were survivors, and the resistance was only tempory, siding with anyone complete was foolishly dangerous.

“Resistance boy,” he hummed aloud, “I like that. Do you just go around looking for people that resist you? Because, to be honest, this is just making me more into you.” He shrugged, and relieved the space between them, hoping that his careless attitude hid the fucking fear rattling around in his confused brain-- wait, could she hear what he was thinking right now??? Shit. shit, shit, shit. He wished he knew how their shitty powers worked. If he wasn’t so mad and violated he might actually be a little jealous of her. Perhaps his next step wasn’t to watch the resistance..but watch her. He had no reason to suspect her but he figured it might be helpful to have someone like her on his team.... That was if he could get past how fucking pissed he was.

“I think you’re bored. Bored with yourself and your life. Someone probably pissed you off-- i don’t know. Someone broke you and now your bored and hate yourself.” He shrugged nonchalantly, “Well, that’s everyone so join the fuckin’ que blondie.” He shoved his hands in his pocket. “But like, if you wanna go on a date, i’d be down for that.

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Come on, sweetpea || Natalie & Drew

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craftymissward:

‘’You couldn’t charm a lady even if you actually tried,’’ Natalie smiled at him, continuously at that. For some reason, she knew she was aware of that face and that grin, but she couldn’t place it. New York has become small in recent years, but still not that small apparently. ‘’I don’t scare you? Maybe you should re-think that. In fact, maybe you should re-think if you still want to stand before me.’’ Having such a good training had its perks; one look at the way he dressed, the way the skin on the palms of his hands looked like and the audacity of his opposition, it didn’t take much for her to realize who she was talking to. ‘’You stink of Resistance, honey,’’ She said through her teeth. ‘’And you’re damn lucky we’re in a public space right now.’’ Moving her hair casually to the side, a sewed Task Force sign was revealed as if she had a shining badge in his face. 

The way he leaned in didn’t intimidate her at all; in fact she stayed firmly in place, a sarcastic mixture of smile and spite emitting from her in waves as it seemed. ‘’So why don’t you just turn around, tail between your legs, and disappear?” She shot a glare his way, kind of threatening but more like determined. Nothing scared her anymore, not kings and queens, fights, losses, and most of all, not humans. She was way past that stage.

It had been ever frustrating for Drew since the lights went out and he left prison, his inability to tell humans apart became less and less. He never thought he would be trying to tell whether the something before him was more or less than what the seemed. Perhaps he was naieve, or maybe just stupid, that he just assumed every individual he came across was made of the same things as him. Perhaps he was merely just used to being the scariest thing in a room.

She didn’t shrink away from as he lessened the space between them. If it were a normal person he might had been impressed...but she was sarcastic and spiteful, and clearly some thing who thought they could stand their ground. Her retort was expected and he had to everything in his power not to roll his eyes. There wasn’t anything she could say that would make him overly change his mind, but the thought of Blake’s incessant yelling and swearing told him he should at least be careful. Drew was never one for carefulness though, he was far more interested with other things.

“Why, just when things were getting interesting? I don’t know about that.” He shrugged, a hint of cheekiness in his eyes, repeating her words back to her, “You’re lucky we’re in a public space, we might never have bumped into each other--wouldn’t that have been sad? I’d never have gotten to tell my jokes to someone.” 

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Come on, sweetpea || Natalie & Drew

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craftymissward:

His attitude instantly set Natalie off – the whole seemingly egotistic, mocking, amused portrait he was painting without even realizing it. There was something a little too cool about the way he held himself but Natalie wasn’t going to read that much into it. He was nowhere near worth it. She gave him a look of pity on purpose – although indifference was really close by, too. ‘’I’ll care?” Natalie repeated, raising an eyebrow. ‘’Was that a threat?” She didn’t allow him to answer that and instead continued on. ‘’Oh sweetheart,’’ Natalie addressed him the same way he addressed her previously. ‘’Everyone does care about something.’’ She nodded. ‘’And if you care about whether or not you survive the winter, you’ll back off with the cocky bullshit.’’

All the while, Natalie was talking with one of the cutest smiles gracing her features. If her words weren’t so clearly sarcastically venomous, you would have thought she didn’t have a mean bone in her body. That was a part of the reason why she was scary to begin with. She left the connotation as to why he would want to back off; lingering in the air, clear enough for him to grasp that she was insinuating Original affiliation. And when she took a better look at him, she could have sworn she had met him before. She was unable to pin point how, where or why, but she was quite certain that she had an encounter with him before. It was difficult to forget this eerily cold yet cocky grin.

Well shit, she had a mouth on her for sure. Was he really in the mood to be playing cat and mouse with her evening? The obvious answer was always yes, but a cocky little bitch who thought she had the power of the gods behind her barely made a dent in him. What...was he supposed to be intimidated? He found it amusing, much like before. She was fun to watch to-- her facial features pinching together into a delicate smile with practiced ease. Meh.

But he smiled, the intrigue of future possibilities and fun on the horizon. “Yeah? Oh, I thought i was just charmin’ a lady.” His dry serious didn’t need to underpin her sarcasm, instead all it did was settle the air. Who said he didn’t have to charm her? She could be useful later. Plus, if Blake knew he wasn’t taking every individual to account he’d never hear the end of it. They were stuck in a tricky situation until the resistance at least died down. Their choices were about as limited and this girl’s apparent sarcasm level.

“Look, sweetheart,” he gave a crocked smile and rolled his shoulders out, “You don’t scare me, okay, so you can drop your shit too.... what was it... uh... Cocky bullshit? Right? Yeah, we don’t need that here. We’re on the same side. Aren’t we Sweetheart?” He cut the space between them by rocking forward slightly, his eyes boring down on her with their same usual likeness.

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Come on, sweetpea || Natalie & Drew

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craftymissward:

Natalie chose not to go to yet another exotic location. The last time she went somewhere with the Originals, it was emotionally exhausting. It was for Jack’s funeral and when you’re trying to keep a straight face while the only person who really cared about the Second generations – for their well being – was gone, she was trying really hard not to fall apart. It was also the trip when she decided to take a chance with Zach. The last time she went to a holiday, it was in South Carolina, with Zach. The last time she went to a trip, she should have known better than let herself get lulled into a non-existent feeling of belonging to somewhere, to someone. She should have known that all that she ever was and will be was trailer trash covered in rhinestones.

This time around, she knew better. She wasn’t cut out for the high life next to the Originals, no matter how much she tried to work on herself that would eventually get her in such a position. Now that she had that, she wasn’t feeling it. In fact, she hardly felt anything at all anymore. At one point, she could remember her driving force being her position in society, her standard. Then it turned into mastering her abilities. When that was over, somehow she was focused on love – biggest regret yet. And now she felt as if she had regressed, right back to zero. The petite blonde with a killer gaze that walked down the street seemed like just another decent looking girl, but had Natalie turned into a ruthless killer. A part of her was still horrified by that, but the biggest part of her liked it – the feeling of power and control. Both of the things she had never really had throughout her life.

That was why she was now walking the streets, patrolling, even though she was not on duty at all. Of any kind. She found herself subconsciously trailing the unofficial borders, as if asking for trouble. Of course, she didn’t really expect to find it, but nevertheless the same self-destructiveness from a few years ago had returned. That dark force that pulled her towards danger, lured her into the unknown. ‘’Watch it,’’ She gasped out through her teeth as she bumped into a body that seemingly came out of nowhere. Looking up at him, Natalie squinted for a few seconds, her brain, instincts and training instantly working together to analyze him and figure out if he was dangerous. ‘’Oh, do you?” She raised her eyebrows,her voice so obviously laced with lowkey sarcasm. ‘’Remind me why should I care?’’

The chuckle that escaped him was more in amusement than annoyance. Although, he wasn’t too sure that prolonged exposure to her wouldn’t make him want to stick a fork in her eyeball. He didn’t really like tiny little women that thought they were hot shit, feisty little spit fires. They were always the same. Overly confident, rude, too small to be holding so much anger, and most importantly, blonde. Nope. No time for that. Her snaps were akin to a puppy’s: all gums and no teeth. 

His laugh however, was short lived and his features fell into their usual lines of amusement, frustration, and lack of attachment. Instead, he looked at her, trying to actually place her face. He’d seen her around, sure, like everyone. But he didn’t remember anything relatively special about her, mostly slipping below his radar for some reason. He wondered briefly who she was and whether she could prove usual for him...that’s if her spitfire tiny-ness didn’t get in the damn way. Drew chose to put it in his back pocket for the time being, instead forgetting about meeting Blake or what they could use her for later, and focusing on the game at hand. Surly she knew how to play.

“Sweetheart, trust me, you’ll care,” he said lightly while looking at her with dead eyes. Slowly he took a bite of what was left of his bread roll before running a hand over his now grown out hair. “Everyone cares about something, right?” He wasn’t threatening her... well, not really, his tone was far too light for that, but he certainly wasn’t not threatening her.

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Come on, sweetpea || Natalie & Drew

Drew was never one for boring chit chat nor was he a fan of the annoying sound of a few hundred humans around  a dinner table. It was something he could never really understand. In prison he indulged in common room dining and the early morning hum of mingling...but now he didn’t have to. He was sentenced to life but hey, nothing like a power outage to help you learn your full potential. He was given an out, a second chance if he were naive enough to think, and he certainly wasn’t going to to use it on small talk. Besides, he was meant to meet Blake soon.

He lingered outside, bread roll in hand as he sat leaning against a pole just close enough to the door. At least this way he could be nosey enough to see who went in and out but could stay away from the downright basic conversation of the resistance. Hell, a part of him preferred Wes Ayers’ life over his-- the guy was boring to pretend to be but at least he got some perks.

Face upon face walked by, one only more or less sullen than the ones before it. Yet still no sign of his brother. Beginning to grow frustrated, he paced by the door way hoping that his brother had some Atlantean gossip for him. Turning around suddenly to ditch his brother and ditch his stupid plans, he walked straight into a tiny blonde. Well. 

“‘scuse me Sweetpea, but I got places to be”

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DREW HAWKINS: HUMAN

“To see others suffer does one good, to make others suffer even more: this is a hard saying but an ancient, mighty, human, all-too-human principle [….] Without cruelty there is no festival.”

Affiliation: Atlantis Age: 30 Former Employer: Unknown Current Residence: Lower Manhattan Abilities: None PSI Level: Unknown

PAST

Drew spent his whole life being a step behind his brother, always living in Blake’s shadow. Instead of letting it get to him, he turned to his less than savory hobbies. While his brother was the family’s golden child, Drew spent time perfecting himself as a killer. Starting early on small animals and working his way up to neighborhood dogs, Drew hid his hobby from everyone but his brother. Blake covered up his tracks attempting to steer his brother in direction that was more useful for both of them. Instead of an aimless psychopath, Drew grew to be a talented hit man with his brother. However, after Blake was put away for murdering their uncle Drew lost his direction. He took his confusion and rage out on a family of four that lived next to his aunt. The police found Hawkins inside the family home covered in blood making no attempt to hide what he had done. Needless to say, he was put away for five consecutive life sentences due to the brutal nature of the murders.

PRESENT

When the power went out all over the city Drew was one of the first prisoners to rise up against the guards. They quickly turned the tides and took over the prison. In the chaos of the prison riot the brothers were reunited. Blake wanted them to head to the city claiming that it would be the best place for them to hide and find supplies. Not having a better idea Drew went along. The two took little time in setting up a place to live. The problem then became where they’d find supplies. For this, he had a solution. Drew knew that the government would have stores of supplies for emergency situations. It didn’t take long for Drew to find someone that fit the bill, kill them, steal their identity and wander into the FMID seemingly dazed and confused. His name became Wes Ayers, a former FBI agent, who was called in to assist with the city wide quarantine. Desperation may have been the key to his success as the FMID immediately took him in as an agent. Drew used his new position to gather supplies for himself and his brother, slipping in and out of his alter ego.

When the owner of the building Drew and his brother were staying in came to the Government for help Drew didn’t panic. He had a special way to make people shut up, and if anyone was going to threaten his status then he would have no problem eliminating them as a threat. So he continued to work as an agent as long as he benefitted from the arrangement and no one was the wiser. Truth be told the agents had much more important things to worry about than a stranger in their midst. As long as he continued to sidestep the top dogs it would be smooth sailing. Or so he thought.

When the Atlanteans contacted his brother with their new arrangement Drew laughed at the very thought of a group of Originals using them as spies. Things just kept getting better and better. With him already inside the Government the Atlanteans encouraged him to look around a little more. Drew was no one’s puppet but he had to admit his curiosity was piqued once they began to build a laboratory in lower Manhattan. There was mentioning of human mutations and harnessing their power to give other humans abilities which made Drew drool thinking about the possibilities this meant for him. He’d volunteer as a test subject if he had to, but one way or another he’d become more than just human.

CONNECTIONS

Alexander Hayes: Alex had just the kind of power that Drew wanted. He’d never go head to head with the Second Generation, but he also wasn’t afraid of Alex either. Drew knew that if the playing field was level he’d wipe the floor with the other man.

Darren Masters: Darren knew what Drew was even if he didn’t know his true identity quite yet. And Drew knew that Darren was close to sniffing him out which just made the “game” even more fun. It would be almost impossible without computers for Darren to get hard evidence to use against Drew but that wouldn’t stop him from trying.

Willa Sawyer: Willa’s group of drug dealers had invaded Lower Manhattan, and Drew couldn’t be happier. Now nothing separated him from his supplier. Willa was cautious of the strange agent, but as long as she pushed him to keep in check he could be easily dealt with.

Family

Blake Hawkins- Brother

CENSUS

Status: Taken

Player: Meg

Face Claim: Jack O'Connell

[Alternative Face Claims: Nonnegotiable]