Mar 7, 2019 11:53:47 GMT
Post by Ellis Vaccari on Mar 7, 2019 11:53:47 GMT
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Maybe she’s autistic. On the spectrum. If she’s not full blown diagnosed, she’s at least got tendencies.
Autism is a developmental disorder, they are reminded by a very bright ten year old who, up until this session, has remained dead silent, Just because it’s characterised by impaired social interactions doesn’t mean that connection is absolute.
They don’t go back. That’s the end of that.
And without doting, devoted parents, progression happened at a obvious pace. An interest in computers at an early age meant she taught herself out to pull them apart without instruction. Straight A’s in high school.
There was a girl that liked her once. But how would she know? If there was no point of reference, there was no way to determine.
Dad left in her life before powers. Up and gone without a word when she was fourteen. Her mother was notoriously neurotic, so she didn’t really blame him. She herself was completely left of ordinary, so it was a probably conclusion. They were taxing people. Draining. He could do better.
It took two years to work the truth out of her mother. One too many glasses of wine mixed awkwardly with the medication Nora Vaccari periodically takes (daily), and the mess left behind was incredibly keen to reveal the reason for his departure. Somewhere out there, Ellis has a half-brother.
The news made her angry, which is strange, because logical thought dictates that whoever this guy is, he deserved some time with their father too. He was without for however many years. They should split that. So why be angry? Emotions don’t conform. She learned that the hard way.
That aggression burns itself into the pages of a comic book. It settled into the wood of the desk she leaned against, simmering unknown beneath the surface. Then, without warning, it exploded, leaving behind a gnarly scar on the left side of her torso, wrapping closely around her back. No one’s allowed to look.
She certainly doesn’t look for her half-brother. She goes to Bellefonte instead.
Connecting with another person was not part of the plan. There was no way to plan for it. She just never expected the first person she met in her new high school to be so interested in her. It was annoying, actually, but acquired a fondness she couldn’t ever explain.
Without a filter, Ellis could admit that she thought Sam was an idiot. Actually mentally challenged to some degree. She did ridiculous things for attention, or to make people laugh, which was probably also for attention. And she fought a stonewalling Ellis for so long about so many things.
But it worked, supposedly, weak as she became to such advances.
Sam had this frustrating tendency to call her love from a time before she was even remotely interested. A hot topic that grew less and less frequent as Ellis softened to the idea of her company. She did her best to let it go, because it was so rare. And then it wasn’t.
An accidental slip, but it sounded so honest.
Then she, with the dark hair and darkened eyes quickly faltered. An apology clearly bubbled into her mind, threatening to pass her lips as her brow creased with worry. Sometimes, this happens. And the blonde lets it roll off her shoulders as a mistake; an instinct.
Say it.
Say it because you do love me, not because it simply suits me.
Say it because I'm with you. I'm yours. I'm worthy.
And she does. From then on, and forever more.
She was pregnant with their son when life derailed again. She met her brother. Elliot Vaccari had been persistent in his search, evidentially, when she had been so comfortable with acknowledging his existence as nothing more than a distant fact. She stared at his undoubtedly familiar eyes, and he pleaded with her like that was genuinely enough.
She would always remember how he looked at her like she was the world, and she looked at him with the distant eyes he deserved. Ellis had done a lot to sever ties to her own toxic family, and she had received the same respect from her wife's family. It was just the two of them, and then, the child she had agreed to genetically tie herself to.
He looked so happy about it, like he deserved that connection, too.
A familiar relative doesn't give you the automatic right to a place in my life.
It was a shame, then, that distance was so short-lived.
The news was fresh. Mutants being hunted. Probably killed and covered up. Running was illogical and felt pointless. She had to ask her brother for help. She had to take their son without her wife to Portland, of all places. Every day was worse than the last, and it didn't get any better when Sam got there.
There was a cut. Small, but it went right through the tattooed ink on her forearm. How she got it was not expressly revealed.
She pressed her thumb into the break in skin. The nail dug worse than the strike itself. Fingers clasped around the rest of her arm, like she was bracing herself.
And then she wasn’t alone.
Ink doesn’t blend into your skin. It settles in the layers. That’s why surface scratches don’t really indent the design. She looked at her eyes, bright and wide in comparison to her own. Sam looked so emotionally complex against Ellis and her translucent subset. But because it’s separate, the theory is that it has its own molecular structure, just like any other surface.
No life is better than this life.
Sam doesn't have a normal routine. Late nights and no explanation. Ellis learned not to ask. Really, she learned she didn't need to.
It really didn't take much, and she was so oblivious to the little device hidden on her person. When she went out, if she didn't come home quickly, she was doing something else instead, so she watched the progression of her movements through a blue screen instead. She took notes on everything. The days it happened. The paths she took. The time she stopped, and where she stopped. So far, cross-matching all of it barely drew any leads.
It's a work in progress.
Life is so much harder with a child. Self-preservation was argued for the sake of their son, and that had never seemed logical to her. Surely she wasn't the role model a growing boy needed.
Sam was sometimes tentative, but she disappeared occasionally without much word, and she learned not to ask. She didn't really want to know. She didn't want to be asked, either. When she was gone, it was easier to talk freely.
Theoretically, you don't need separate towers for a convoluted radio channel. But this is more than just finding a frequency to seize. Ideally, we need-
A little hand reached for her, fingers resting against the space on her sleeve where he knew an inked sword was hiding. She didn't flinch, but she paused long enough to rest her hand against his. -one we can secure.
And then she turned her head, eyes drawn to the change in his expression. It was the first time in the last hour she had looked anything less than serious. A small smile isn't enough for her son. What is it, Lennox?
He knows who she is, but he doesn't know her name. She's just mom, and it's much safer that way.
ELLIS MAREE
VACCARI
LOOKS LIKE LIGHTS BOKAN
and now you’re trying to make me feel a way on purpose//
An entire set of schooling with no friends. It’s not a problem. Basic human interaction had already been deemed as relatively pointless. Or rather, she never figured out what there was to gain. Still, worried parents hit counseling looking for answers.Maybe she’s autistic. On the spectrum. If she’s not full blown diagnosed, she’s at least got tendencies.
Autism is a developmental disorder, they are reminded by a very bright ten year old who, up until this session, has remained dead silent, Just because it’s characterised by impaired social interactions doesn’t mean that connection is absolute.
They don’t go back. That’s the end of that.
And without doting, devoted parents, progression happened at a obvious pace. An interest in computers at an early age meant she taught herself out to pull them apart without instruction. Straight A’s in high school.
There was a girl that liked her once. But how would she know? If there was no point of reference, there was no way to determine.
i pray to god i didn’t waste all my good years//
Dad left in her life before powers. Up and gone without a word when she was fourteen. Her mother was notoriously neurotic, so she didn’t really blame him. She herself was completely left of ordinary, so it was a probably conclusion. They were taxing people. Draining. He could do better.
It took two years to work the truth out of her mother. One too many glasses of wine mixed awkwardly with the medication Nora Vaccari periodically takes (daily), and the mess left behind was incredibly keen to reveal the reason for his departure. Somewhere out there, Ellis has a half-brother.
The news made her angry, which is strange, because logical thought dictates that whoever this guy is, he deserved some time with their father too. He was without for however many years. They should split that. So why be angry? Emotions don’t conform. She learned that the hard way.
That aggression burns itself into the pages of a comic book. It settled into the wood of the desk she leaned against, simmering unknown beneath the surface. Then, without warning, it exploded, leaving behind a gnarly scar on the left side of her torso, wrapping closely around her back. No one’s allowed to look.
She certainly doesn’t look for her half-brother. She goes to Bellefonte instead.
don't act like you my friend when i'm rollin' through my ends//
Connecting with another person was not part of the plan. There was no way to plan for it. She just never expected the first person she met in her new high school to be so interested in her. It was annoying, actually, but acquired a fondness she couldn’t ever explain.
Without a filter, Ellis could admit that she thought Sam was an idiot. Actually mentally challenged to some degree. She did ridiculous things for attention, or to make people laugh, which was probably also for attention. And she fought a stonewalling Ellis for so long about so many things.
But it worked, supposedly, weak as she became to such advances.
Sam had this frustrating tendency to call her love from a time before she was even remotely interested. A hot topic that grew less and less frequent as Ellis softened to the idea of her company. She did her best to let it go, because it was so rare. And then it wasn’t.
An accidental slip, but it sounded so honest.
Then she, with the dark hair and darkened eyes quickly faltered. An apology clearly bubbled into her mind, threatening to pass her lips as her brow creased with worry. Sometimes, this happens. And the blonde lets it roll off her shoulders as a mistake; an instinct.
Say it.
Say it because you do love me, not because it simply suits me.
Say it because I'm with you. I'm yours. I'm worthy.
And she does. From then on, and forever more.
if i called would you pick it up//
She was pregnant with their son when life derailed again. She met her brother. Elliot Vaccari had been persistent in his search, evidentially, when she had been so comfortable with acknowledging his existence as nothing more than a distant fact. She stared at his undoubtedly familiar eyes, and he pleaded with her like that was genuinely enough.
She would always remember how he looked at her like she was the world, and she looked at him with the distant eyes he deserved. Ellis had done a lot to sever ties to her own toxic family, and she had received the same respect from her wife's family. It was just the two of them, and then, the child she had agreed to genetically tie herself to.
He looked so happy about it, like he deserved that connection, too.
A familiar relative doesn't give you the automatic right to a place in my life.
It was a shame, then, that distance was so short-lived.
lately, i’ve been, i've been thinking, i want you to be happier//
The news was fresh. Mutants being hunted. Probably killed and covered up. Running was illogical and felt pointless. She had to ask her brother for help. She had to take their son without her wife to Portland, of all places. Every day was worse than the last, and it didn't get any better when Sam got there.
There was a cut. Small, but it went right through the tattooed ink on her forearm. How she got it was not expressly revealed.
She pressed her thumb into the break in skin. The nail dug worse than the strike itself. Fingers clasped around the rest of her arm, like she was bracing herself.
And then she wasn’t alone.
Ink doesn’t blend into your skin. It settles in the layers. That’s why surface scratches don’t really indent the design. She looked at her eyes, bright and wide in comparison to her own. Sam looked so emotionally complex against Ellis and her translucent subset. But because it’s separate, the theory is that it has its own molecular structure, just like any other surface.
No life is better than this life.
you don't hit my line no more//
Sam doesn't have a normal routine. Late nights and no explanation. Ellis learned not to ask. Really, she learned she didn't need to.
It really didn't take much, and she was so oblivious to the little device hidden on her person. When she went out, if she didn't come home quickly, she was doing something else instead, so she watched the progression of her movements through a blue screen instead. She took notes on everything. The days it happened. The paths she took. The time she stopped, and where she stopped. So far, cross-matching all of it barely drew any leads.
It's a work in progress.
I've heard that lie a thousand times before//
Life is so much harder with a child. Self-preservation was argued for the sake of their son, and that had never seemed logical to her. Surely she wasn't the role model a growing boy needed.
Sam was sometimes tentative, but she disappeared occasionally without much word, and she learned not to ask. She didn't really want to know. She didn't want to be asked, either. When she was gone, it was easier to talk freely.
Theoretically, you don't need separate towers for a convoluted radio channel. But this is more than just finding a frequency to seize. Ideally, we need-
A little hand reached for her, fingers resting against the space on her sleeve where he knew an inked sword was hiding. She didn't flinch, but she paused long enough to rest her hand against his. -one we can secure.
And then she turned her head, eyes drawn to the change in his expression. It was the first time in the last hour she had looked anything less than serious. A small smile isn't enough for her son. What is it, Lennox?
He knows who she is, but he doesn't know her name. She's just mom, and it's much safer that way.
🎂 THIRTY-ONE
🧠FEMALE
💕 UNSURE
💼 TECHNICIAN
🧬 EXTERNAL COMBUSTION
📕
EXTERNAL COMBUSTION The ability to rapidly increase the shift in the kinetic energy in atoms and molecules of an object, causing said object to revolt and explode due to the lack of stability mixed with oxygen in the air.
The math behind what's reserved and what isn't is relatively basic; the bigger the item, the longer it takes to charge, the higher the impact. Something as small as a coin may take thirty seconds, but the influence of that combustion would be relatively minor. A large mattress in its entirety is out of the question, but its structure is foam, springs and material, so more of it is susceptible to her abilities than, say, a concrete wall of the same size.
LIMITATIONS The power itself is exhausting to use, and the after effects of that are felt as soon as she breaks contact with whatever it is she's trying to use it on, like a human battery drained. The bigger the object, the more draining. Some things are near impossible to destroy completely - for example, rather than blowing up a whole building wall, the power speeds the molecular structure of a segment instead. A lack of nearby oxygen also renders the ability relatively useless. She also needs to have physical contact with the object in question - these explosions are delayed due to the time in which it takes to increase the molecular shift to an explosive level. This power also doesn't work on living beings. Ellis is not immune to the destruction of her own abilities, which means she can be hurt, burned and scarred by her own ability. This power is also susceptible to being triggered by emotional outbursts despite training due to its spontaneity.
SIDE-EFFECTS Using the ability once is incredibly draining, and as such the resting time between its use at extended full force is hours. Over-exertion can lead to the usual fatigue-related side effects; decreased cognitive function, irregular heartrate and breathing, higher blood pressure, acute headaches and fainting. Pushing beyond the means can result in being forced into a coma so the body can completely heal and reset.
The math behind what's reserved and what isn't is relatively basic; the bigger the item, the longer it takes to charge, the higher the impact. Something as small as a coin may take thirty seconds, but the influence of that combustion would be relatively minor. A large mattress in its entirety is out of the question, but its structure is foam, springs and material, so more of it is susceptible to her abilities than, say, a concrete wall of the same size.
LIMITATIONS The power itself is exhausting to use, and the after effects of that are felt as soon as she breaks contact with whatever it is she's trying to use it on, like a human battery drained. The bigger the object, the more draining. Some things are near impossible to destroy completely - for example, rather than blowing up a whole building wall, the power speeds the molecular structure of a segment instead. A lack of nearby oxygen also renders the ability relatively useless. She also needs to have physical contact with the object in question - these explosions are delayed due to the time in which it takes to increase the molecular shift to an explosive level. This power also doesn't work on living beings. Ellis is not immune to the destruction of her own abilities, which means she can be hurt, burned and scarred by her own ability. This power is also susceptible to being triggered by emotional outbursts despite training due to its spontaneity.
SIDE-EFFECTS Using the ability once is incredibly draining, and as such the resting time between its use at extended full force is hours. Over-exertion can lead to the usual fatigue-related side effects; decreased cognitive function, irregular heartrate and breathing, higher blood pressure, acute headaches and fainting. Pushing beyond the means can result in being forced into a coma so the body can completely heal and reset.
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EDDIE#7741
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