" Moonshine, good time; babe, you’re in luck " ( Pax Sanctum - Pre-explosion )
[ There are very few places in New York City that are considered to be safe spaces for the Enhanced population. Some places require that they show proof of their registration, and some completely deny entrance to Enhanced altogether -- and to a purposely unregistered Blue Sargent, those might as well be the same. Pax Sanctum, however, is one of the few where the Enhanced and their supporters can exist openly and without fear.
A secret location with a secret passcode needed for entrance, it's practically nonexistent unless you're in the know.
(And Blue makes it her mission to be in the know when it comes to anything involving her fellow Enhanced individuals.)
Maybe you spot the somewhat oddly dressed girlat the bar, sipping something fruity and brightly colored. Or maybe somewhere out on the dance floor, grooving along to a playlist of remixed top 100 hits. Or perhaps you recognize the simple tattooed symbol just above her wrists -- the same ones that are often associated with what the media calls “ acts of Enhanced gang vandalism.” -- she's always looking for new recruits willing to fight for the cause.
Just be careful about touching her, you might be in for a surprise. ]
" Boy, if you’re gonna shoot me down do it gently " ( Pax Sanctum - Explosion )
[ It's all fun and games until something explodes.
The blast rocks the entire club, fire alarms wail inside at an earsplitting volume and pandemonium immediately ensues. Some people hit the ground and stay down, others make a mad dash for each and every exit -- screams and shouts adding to the cacophony that fills the club.
Blue is somewhere on the upper level when the blast takes place -- chatting, drinking and enjoying the comforts of a place that's usually safe for her kind -- but she bolts for one of the exits as soon as she hears sirens beginning to close in on the location. She's unregistered, and while usually that's something she'd boast about proudly, she knows that in a situation like this it's dangerous -- others like her have been hauled off to God knows where because of something as simple as jaywalking while unregistered.
But with so many people doing the very same, the exits are all but blocked, bodies crammed against one another with only very few people actually making it outside -- and despite how much she might need to get out, Blue isn't trying to almost kill anyone in the process.
So, rather than trying to shove her way through the mass of people without making any physical contact with them at all, she ducks into a bathroom her voice tight with panic as she whispers to herself: ]
Shit shit shit. I am so fucked.
[ Perhaps she should have splurged on one of those counterfeit registration cards. ]
" The world is beautiful, so why don’t you feel anything? " ( Around the city - Pre-returning memories )
[ Blue navigates New York easily, she rides the train from borough to borough without hardly batting an eye -- she spends her evenings in between Brooklyn and Manhattan and her days between Queens and the Bronx. She keeps an ear to the ground; listening for talk of anti-enhanced sentiments, scoping out the locations where the more outspoken types are usually found, searching for hidden alcoves where her fellow Enhanced have found relative safety and attempting to convince them to join her cause. Always recruiting.
(And what's her cause exactly? Dismantling the groups of Non-Enhanced that seem to think she poses some kind of threat by simply existing.)
Aside from her peculiar style of dress -- typically consisting of various pieces of clothing sewn together, despite their differences in pattern, color, or fabric type -- she looks fairly normal. Like your typical millennial, maybe even some kind of Instagram street fashion model. The only things to give away her “Enhanced status” are the various pairs of half gloves that she wears constantly, and her extreme aversion to any sort of physical contact.
(Which, honestly don't give her away as much as they just make her seem a little... Weird. But, hey, it’s New York, right? It’s probably not even the weirdest thing you’ve seen all day.) ]
" Just because I’m present don’t mean I forgot about you back home " ( Around the city - Memories returning. )
[ It’s an otherwise normal day in the city for Blue Sargent, attending an impromptu rally in downtown Manhattan protesting one of many businesses that refuse to provide service to any Enhanced individuals. These kinds of protests start off peaceful, perhaps a few hundred people all armed with homemade pasteboard signs that express their disdain -- some, admittedly wittier than others, but the message is all the same: everyone who is now considered to be enhanced simply want the same rights that they had before -- but it always seems that before long all hell breaks loose.
Sometimes it’s planned, a gang that’s similar to Blue’s purposely causing a scene and wreaking havoc in retaliation. Sometimes it’s as simple as another Enhanced accidentally losing control -- something that’s been known to happen, not everyone seems to have a full grasp on their abilities. But the authorities always show, force is always used and people just like her are always taken away in handcuffs. Some of which have been specifically designed to neutralize any powers an Enhanced might have.
(And the recent appearance of this kind of tech definitely has Blue suspicious. Especially when none of it seems to be from this planet.)
It’s while the rally is still in its peaceful stages that she notices it: a small burner phone right between her feet, the screen flashing with a notification of a new message. She certainly doesn’t remember it being there a few moments before, and considering she doesn’t own a cell phone herself, she’s 100% certain that it doesn’t belong to her.
Someone must have dropped it. Perhaps the person standing in front of her, or one of the many people who had passed by in an effort to get through the crowd and on with their day.
And so, with one of her gloved hands, she reaches to tap the shoulder of the person in front of her as he bends down to pick up the phone. ]
Excuse me, I think…
[ Her sentence stops abruptly, the moment that she touches the phone, there’s a flood of memories returning to her -- all of them seeming to be her own -- and she stumbles back a few steps, looking clearly shaken by what’s just happened to her. ]
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Blue Sargent ( OTA )
( Pax Sanctum - Pre-explosion )
[ There are very few places in New York City that are considered to be safe spaces for the Enhanced population. Some places require that they show proof of their registration, and some completely deny entrance to Enhanced altogether -- and to a purposely unregistered Blue Sargent, those might as well be the same. Pax Sanctum, however, is one of the few where the Enhanced and their supporters can exist openly and without fear.
A secret location with a secret passcode needed for entrance, it's practically nonexistent unless you're in the know.
(And Blue makes it her mission to be in the know when it comes to anything involving her fellow Enhanced individuals.)
Maybe you spot the somewhat oddly dressed girl at the bar, sipping something fruity and brightly colored. Or maybe somewhere out on the dance floor, grooving along to a playlist of remixed top 100 hits. Or perhaps you recognize the simple tattooed symbol just above her wrists -- the same ones that are often associated with what the media calls “ acts of Enhanced gang vandalism.” -- she's always looking for new recruits willing to fight for the cause.
Just be careful about touching her, you might be in for a surprise. ]
( Pax Sanctum - Explosion )
[ It's all fun and games until something explodes.
The blast rocks the entire club, fire alarms wail inside at an earsplitting volume and pandemonium immediately ensues. Some people hit the ground and stay down, others make a mad dash for each and every exit -- screams and shouts adding to the cacophony that fills the club.
Blue is somewhere on the upper level when the blast takes place -- chatting, drinking and enjoying the comforts of a place that's usually safe for her kind -- but she bolts for one of the exits as soon as she hears sirens beginning to close in on the location. She's unregistered, and while usually that's something she'd boast about proudly, she knows that in a situation like this it's dangerous -- others like her have been hauled off to God knows where because of something as simple as jaywalking while unregistered.
But with so many people doing the very same, the exits are all but blocked, bodies crammed against one another with only very few people actually making it outside -- and despite how much she might need to get out, Blue isn't trying to almost kill anyone in the process.
So, rather than trying to shove her way through the mass of people without making any physical contact with them at all, she ducks into a bathroom her voice tight with panic as she whispers to herself: ]
Shit shit shit. I am so fucked.
[ Perhaps she should have splurged on one of those counterfeit registration cards. ]
( Around the city - Pre-returning memories )
[ Blue navigates New York easily, she rides the train from borough to borough without hardly batting an eye -- she spends her evenings in between Brooklyn and Manhattan and her days between Queens and the Bronx. She keeps an ear to the ground; listening for talk of anti-enhanced sentiments, scoping out the locations where the more outspoken types are usually found, searching for hidden alcoves where her fellow Enhanced have found relative safety and attempting to convince them to join her cause. Always recruiting.
(And what's her cause exactly? Dismantling the groups of Non-Enhanced that seem to think she poses some kind of threat by simply existing.)
Aside from her peculiar style of dress -- typically consisting of various pieces of clothing sewn together, despite their differences in pattern, color, or fabric type -- she looks fairly normal. Like your typical millennial, maybe even some kind of Instagram street fashion model. The only things to give away her “Enhanced status” are the various pairs of half gloves that she wears constantly, and her extreme aversion to any sort of physical contact.
(Which, honestly don't give her away as much as they just make her seem a little... Weird. But, hey, it’s New York, right? It’s probably not even the weirdest thing you’ve seen all day.) ]
( Around the city - Memories returning. )
[ It’s an otherwise normal day in the city for Blue Sargent, attending an impromptu rally in downtown Manhattan protesting one of many businesses that refuse to provide service to any Enhanced individuals. These kinds of protests start off peaceful, perhaps a few hundred people all armed with homemade pasteboard signs that express their disdain -- some, admittedly wittier than others, but the message is all the same: everyone who is now considered to be enhanced simply want the same rights that they had before -- but it always seems that before long all hell breaks loose.
Sometimes it’s planned, a gang that’s similar to Blue’s purposely causing a scene and wreaking havoc in retaliation. Sometimes it’s as simple as another Enhanced accidentally losing control -- something that’s been known to happen, not everyone seems to have a full grasp on their abilities. But the authorities always show, force is always used and people just like her are always taken away in handcuffs. Some of which have been specifically designed to neutralize any powers an Enhanced might have.
(And the recent appearance of this kind of tech definitely has Blue suspicious. Especially when none of it seems to be from this planet.)
It’s while the rally is still in its peaceful stages that she notices it: a small burner phone right between her feet, the screen flashing with a notification of a new message. She certainly doesn’t remember it being there a few moments before, and considering she doesn’t own a cell phone herself, she’s 100% certain that it doesn’t belong to her.
Someone must have dropped it. Perhaps the person standing in front of her, or one of the many people who had passed by in an effort to get through the crowd and on with their day.
And so, with one of her gloved hands, she reaches to tap the shoulder of the person in front of her as he bends down to pick up the phone. ]
Excuse me, I think…
[ Her sentence stops abruptly, the moment that she touches the phone, there’s a flood of memories returning to her -- all of them seeming to be her own -- and she stumbles back a few steps, looking clearly shaken by what’s just happened to her. ]
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