Vigilante Angel RP (CLOSED)

"God, you guys were trying to kill each other less than an hour ago, I don't need to watch you attempt to have sex with your eyes," Jackson complained, scratching at his neck.

(No response.)

Jackson walked around the room, pretending to be interested in one of inventions on the table. He played with part of it, before he raised his head to look at Sam. "Can I leave now?" He gestured to the smoke on his neck. "This isn't really doing it for me, and if you haven't noticed, I don't have powers."

(Can one of the other characters, like the doctor or something, realize that he does and that he's just pretending not to so he can leave?)

(Ooo. Plot twist… I like that idea.)

"Hate to break it to you, but I don't think he's," Isaiah playfully shoved Sam away from him, "gonna let us leave."

Dr. Monty smiled. "On the contrary…" He held up a small vial of blood. "I noticed that this boy here got cut when the girl was running around, and I was naturally curious… His cells are infused with insert science shit here,"

(XD)

(What did I miss?)

(not much… samiah/isamine fluff)

(So what should Mirage do now?)

(idk… maybe help analyze stuff and their powers, check her numerous contacts throughout the city to find info?)

(K.)
Mirage nodded. "So what does that mean, Doc?"

"He is certifiably 30.4% supernatural," Dr. Monty said proudly, pointing at Jackson.

"Wow."

“Cool,” Ceri said. She was poking through some files on a desk.

Jackson glared at him, then looked at the blood. "How did you even get my blood?" He asked, annoyance filling his voice.

Dr. Monty sighed. "Didn't you hear me explain earlier- Never mind, it is of small importance right now,"

(Gtg :P)

//bye

Dr. Monty sighed. "Didn't you hear me explain earlier- Never mind, it is of small importance right now,"

"It's not of small importance!" Jackson yelled throwing his hands in the air. "I'm not getting involved with all this supernatural nonsense even if you know I have crappy powers or you don't! I'm not staying here. So," He turned to Sam, not yelling anymore but still speaking in a harsh tone, "get this off my neck."

(Is anyone alive rn)

//me kinda

(Someone: Hey, can I talk to you-

Me, screaming:
I used to be sick
Sick and tired
Delirious, Dizzy, Terrifi-i-i-ed
But I'm suddenly up home out of bed
You'll never believe I was almost–

Why can't you see me?
Why can't you see me?
I think I might be
A g-g-g ghost
OoOHGH

Can't you see that I exist
And I don't need an exorcist
To let me out
Look at me and I'll appear
Why can't you see that I'm right here
That I'm right here

Why can't you see me?
Why can't you see me?
I think I might be
A g-g-g ghost
I'm calling you from the other side

Someone: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS)

Sam sighed. "If you really are a gang member, I have to take you in for arrest,"

"I've told you before, I left that. I faked my own death a couple months ago, after the… visions started. Accoording to the government, I don't exist anymore. I'm not a gang member." Jackson said, running a hnd through his hair.

(Oof, I gtg. I either will be on later or I won't be)

(Do all of you keep dying or am I just alive way too often)

//I just took a nap so

"I'm not taking you in for what you won't do, I'm taking you in for what you already did… you can't be in a gang, even formerly, without doing at least one illegal act,"

(Oh snap! I won't be on for the 24 hour period.)