#giftedstarter

[alexandersteiner-blog]

Working out when having enhanced strength sure was a hassle, Alex loved lifting weight and during his entire life he couldn’t find an actual challenge until he arrived to sanctuary, the combat rooms surprisingly had the technology for him to actually use his powers. Alex spent quite some time inside the combat room working out with as much weight as he could lift, actually finding out what his limit exact was 5 ton.

Alex continued training wondering if it was possible to go even further until he heard someone coming, he stopped lifting just to check who it is. “Did you need to use the room? Don’t worry about me I can just leave if you need it.” He said as some sweat started dripping from his head to his shirtless torso.

[gray-hawthorne]

Jan ran a hand through his hair. This was getting stupid and he was more and more frustrated with each failed attempt. Getting things onto a page was easy enough, getting them off again was a whole other issue. He had seated himself in a park with a pair of flat objects resting in his lap: one danish and one bottle of water that looked as though they had been printed onto a piece of paper. Yes, he had stolen them. However, now karma had given him a massive headache as he tried to pull them back into three dimensional space. Stuffing them in some pocket would have been easier, but he needed the practice.

Actually, he needed lunch.

With a short huff, he set both of them down before noticing another person standing close by. Holding out the “paper” he nodded toward them. “You want these? They’re useless to me.”

[jericho-lykaios-blog]

“Sorry, you were talking to me?” Jericho murmured, his eyes blinking back out of his thoughts. It was a bit distracting, what with the persistent voice nagging its way out, as though it were a worm, burrowing out from his skull. A thought he couldn’t get away. It didn’t help that nightfall was approaching, and Jericho could practically feel the inner parts of him bubbling up to the surface.

Please not now. Not during work. He didn’t exactly have the luxury of enjoying the event. Security detail and all that, plus the midnight shift meant he wasn’t looking for a partner, like the others. “Is something wrong?” he asked carefully, his voice rather soft. Jericho shifted the weight on his legs, almost giving himself a bit more distance from the other. There wasn’t any need to be that close. Personal space or something. 

[cabalpaco]

As someone who took his job as sheriff very seriously, Paco could usually be found at the Santuario station all day. He wanted the people of the town to know they could always feel safe in their beloved town, especially in an increasingly unstable world like the one they inhabited. If Paco presented himself as a firm and focused authority figure, he knew he’d earn their trust — and in return, they could rely on someone to protect them. Especially after what happened to his father in 1977, someone had to step up for Santuario, and it may as well have been Paco.

But afternoons tended to be on the slower side of things —crime, if any, usually occurred at night—meaning large swaths of his day were rather unexciting. Any semblance of activity he saw while on the clock in these hours came as a welcome development. Paco was in the middle of enjoying his lunchtime burrito when he heard someone come in through the front door. Finally. Anybody.

“Be right there!” Paco calls out, setting aside his burrito to address whoever just showed up, hoping it was something he could work on to pass the time, but simple conversation also would’ve been appreciated.

[toxicfalco]

With the last digit typed in, Falco dialled the number on his phonescreen, tapping his fingers against the back hardcase as he waited for the person on the other end of the line to pick up. He’d been about to hop into his char, ready to go home when he’d noticed from the corner of his eye a wallet on the edge of the sidewalk. 

He’d looked through it, until he’d found an ID. He ran his thumb along the name as mentally he read it. On the backside, it had a phone number, and he’d decided to call. Eventually, the other end picked up, “Hey, uh, I found a wallet in the street and it had this phone number in it, so I’m guessing it’s yours. Wait—what’s your name? Just trying to make sure this is the right number, y’know?”

[rickyrmirez-blog]

focus  and  determination  was  crucial  to  control  and  master  your gifts,  ricky  had  had  been  in  santuario  for  nearly  twenty  years  now  when  he  had  been  taken  from  his  mother.  his  gift  was  rather  tricky,  it  wasn’t  the  ideal  offensive  power  but  it  drained  energy  really  quickly  if  he  used  it  for  too  long,  though  he’d  gotten  stronger  year  after  year  of  training.  training  in  the  combat  rooms  beneath  the  town  itself,  ricky  had  been  battling  some  machines  that  were  pushing  him  to  his  limits.  once  the  last  of  the  obstacles  had  been  knocked  out,  ricky  was  drenching  in  sweat  as  his  duplicates  returned  to  his  body.  “can  i  help  you  ??”  he  asked  the  man  he’d  spotted  watching  him.

[cartersykes-blog]

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A subtle yawn escaped his lips as he entered Mama’s Diner. It was full, and predictably so—It was most likely the best place in town. Carter had been up late due to his insomnia. He looked around, trying to find a place to sit, but after a couple of moments, he found out that there literally wasn’t even one free table. He turned on his heels, ready to leave, figuring he’d go to the shoddy café down the street, even if it wasn’t what he really wanted.

But then someone caught the corner of his eye. A guy—and an attractive one at that—sitting alone in a table meant for two, who apparently was still waiting for his food. With a raised eyebrow and his interest piqued, he approached the other man and placed both his hands over the back support of the free chair as he offered a charming, confident grin, “It ashames me deeply, but seeing as there is no other available place in this establishment, would it be terribly inappropriate if I asked to sit here, with you?”

[kierancline-blog]

“Is cellphone service meant to be piss poor, or is that just an unlucky coincidence?” Kieran asked, with an annoyed huff, staring at the screen of his phone as if that would make it operate better. “We’re hidden enough, aren’t we? That would seem a bit far, no? Surely, this isn’t purposeful?” 

He scratched at his chin, “I like to check in on my team and make sure they’re doing everything they’re supposed to. That proves to be quite difficult when my call keeps dropping.” 

“Is your power the ability to improve cellphone reception by any chance?”