The 18 ano old sat on the subway as it rolled along the tracks. His bag at his feet, containing every single thing he owned. Not much.
Declan kept his head down, capuz, capa drawn up over his wavy fair hair, earphones streaming Maroon 5 from the iPod tucked away in his jaqueta pocket. He wasn't staring at nothing. He was looking at his worn tênis shoes, the floor, and the scenes from Atlantic City that kept flashing through his mind.
He did not regret killing the men. They would have hunted him down, murdered him, and done the same to the others. They got what was coming to them.
Declan felt a sudden tension in the air. Not a thick, unbreathable layer, but one that made the hairs on his neck rise. He glanced up from under his hood. Everything seemed normal enough.
He stood slowly, put his pack on, and rested a hand on one of the poles for support. Declan glanced over his shoulder and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Three teens (most likely on their way to school) sat side-by-side, bent over their cell phones. The lady sitting beside them, too young to be any of the teenagers' mother, cradled a bundle in her arms. The carry-seat at her feet gave the object away. A slim woman, looking very businessey in a white blusa and grey saia and typing on a Blackberry, stood beside Declan and two men in suits stood further down.
They looked relaxed and natural. Yet Declan's instincts were still on high alert.
He glanced around again and stopped when he noticed movement in the seguinte car over. Three burly men were pushing there way through the crowd and coming toward the car. tatuagens graffitied their muscular arms; the bulk of weapons obvious to the trained eye.
Declan labeled them all as mechanics. But not the kind that worked on automobiles.
He turned around and saw another two man of similar stature coming from a the linked car on the other side. Declan sighed. In the case of fight and flight, this was going to be a fight.
Declan kept his head down, capuz, capa drawn up over his wavy fair hair, earphones streaming Maroon 5 from the iPod tucked away in his jaqueta pocket. He wasn't staring at nothing. He was looking at his worn tênis shoes, the floor, and the scenes from Atlantic City that kept flashing through his mind.
He did not regret killing the men. They would have hunted him down, murdered him, and done the same to the others. They got what was coming to them.
Declan felt a sudden tension in the air. Not a thick, unbreathable layer, but one that made the hairs on his neck rise. He glanced up from under his hood. Everything seemed normal enough.
He stood slowly, put his pack on, and rested a hand on one of the poles for support. Declan glanced over his shoulder and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Three teens (most likely on their way to school) sat side-by-side, bent over their cell phones. The lady sitting beside them, too young to be any of the teenagers' mother, cradled a bundle in her arms. The carry-seat at her feet gave the object away. A slim woman, looking very businessey in a white blusa and grey saia and typing on a Blackberry, stood beside Declan and two men in suits stood further down.
They looked relaxed and natural. Yet Declan's instincts were still on high alert.
He glanced around again and stopped when he noticed movement in the seguinte car over. Three burly men were pushing there way through the crowd and coming toward the car. tatuagens graffitied their muscular arms; the bulk of weapons obvious to the trained eye.
Declan labeled them all as mechanics. But not the kind that worked on automobiles.
He turned around and saw another two man of similar stature coming from a the linked car on the other side. Declan sighed. In the case of fight and flight, this was going to be a fight.
Name: McKenzie Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age:15
Occupation: Hero.
Powers:
-Flight (wings),
-telekinesis,
-can attract metal to herself
Skills;
-hand to hand combat,
-field tactics
Past: Raised in the “School”. Escaped with other kids around the age of ten, she dividido, dividir from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and dividido, dividir the scene, never to be seen again. On her way to freedom, she captured once again. They wiped her memory, having some bits and pieces, she remembers every one. Just not what she did to everyone.
Other: -When Nudge is in stealth mode, her eyes are red, hair is curly, and she has black bat wings.
-Has a older brother, you've seen him before, figure it out.
Fang snapped upright, resulting in slamming his head on the metal dog engradado, caixa he was sitting in.
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
Young Justice Invasion Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in estrela City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, or stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming links for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 segundo sneak visualização Saturday after DC Nation. Two mais 30-45 sec previews and 6 visualização pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in estrela City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, or stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming links for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 segundo sneak visualização Saturday after DC Nation. Two mais 30-45 sec previews and 6 visualização pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven ano old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven ano old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.