MacKenna Zielinski

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About MacKenna Zielinski

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    Around Since Moses

CHARACTER PROFILE

  • GENDER
    Female
  • PLAY-BY
    Nicki Clyne
  • SEXUAL ORIENTATION
    Heterosexual
  • RACE
    Human
  • JOB
    Former Combat Engineer for the Army/Current Mechanic
  • 'SHIP:
    Kai Alexander Morgan...kind of? It's complicated.
  • LOCATION
    New York
  • FACTION
    Vanguard of Humanity
  • APPEARANCE
    Mack is a little taller than average at 5'8 and constant physical demands of her job and herself keep her in excellent shape. Her work has also however left her hands a certifiable mess (and not just from the oil and grease) of cuts and burns. There is a large burn scar on her back still from an incident with a meta-human lacking control of their powers as well. She doesn't like to admit it but she is self conscious about them and the burns that spot her arms. She has a set of uniform cover-alls for work but often ends up with the top hanging around her waist and sporting a sleeveless t-shirt. Something she has gotten chewed out for one a couple occasions.

    When off the clock she favors good old fashion jeans and her combat boots are ever present. She commonly wears a leather jacket when it's cold out.

    Mack's dark brown hair is often pulled back in a ponytail, though often locks escape and hang on the sides of her head. When down it barely touches her shoulders. Her green eyes seem friendly enough at first but there's a lot of anger hiding behind them and a pasted on smile. Her old dog tags and a pair of wedding rings hang on tag's chain that has been shortened so as not to dangle or catch while Mack is working.
  • PERSONALITY
    MacKenna has been something of a trouble maker most of her life. Luck is the only thing most people can think of as why she managed not to either get herself killed or jailed. She has a serious need to prove herself due to her interests commonly being male dominated and her own temperament constantly leading to reprimands. Patience is not on her list of virtues.

    She was however very dedicated to her family and loved them dearly. Their loss and the loss of her military friends has devastated her and left little but anger and a drive for revenge behind for her to live off of.

    She has a strong dislike for just about every supernatural things that has crawled out of the woodwork. Mostly for zombies and meta-humans who have effected her the most. This has caused more than a few headaches for Vanguard because Mack prefers to shoot the "freaks" in the face first and deal with the consequences later. While they have managed to keep such incidents under wraps and she has not killed anyone, it has lead to her almost being removed on more than one occasion.

    For all their problems though, the Vanguard would be hard pressed to find someone as trained and experienced in her fields. That and her almost zealot like dedication to humanity have them keeping her and aiming to find a way to temper that hate with pragmatism and some respect for public image.

    Through meeting and befriending a number of shifted individuals though Mack has started to accept some "freaks" better. She is still prone to assuming the worst and pulling a gun on one but she is less likely to shoot first and ask about later. Her loyalty remains with the Vanguard though how long that can last in the face of some of her acquaintances remains to be seen.
  • PERSONAL BELONGINGS
    Her old dog tags from her military days. A pair of wedding rings hang with them (her mother and father's) around her neck. She has a folding pocket knife with a little over 3 and a half inch blade commonly stowed in her front pocket.

    She also has a personal (and stolen from her former job as a US army soldier) Beretta M9 at home though will bring it out if she expects trouble or is off to patrol with her fellows. She commonly has a pack of cigarettes and an old fashion zippo lighter on her as well. At home she has a Mossberg combat shotgun for defense that she can bring out if required.

    She also owns a 2012 Blackline Harley that's gotten pretty banged up...though some might argue she stole it if they ever heard how she got it. She doesn't get to ride it often due to the price of gas but she holds onto it in spite of things, tending it like a bed ridden member of the family.
  • SOCIAL AFFILIATIONS/RELATIONSHIPS
    Mack has some kind of attachment to Kai Alexander Morgan, a were kitty and that is likely to make her life far to interesting very quickly.
  • ABILITIES
    N/A

STAFF APPROVED ABILITIES/SKILLS/HISTORY

  • APPROVED ABILITIES
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  • APPROVED SKILLS
    Marksman - As part of her basic training in the army Mack needed to learn to use a number of guns and fire with them. While she only made marksman with her rifle she's been getting better with her pistol since signing up with the Vanguard. She has also managed a shotgun effectively.

    Combat Engineer - While the fascination of things going boom started with her grandfather Mack joined the Army right out of high school. During her six years there became a combat engineer, commonly dealing with land mines and other "Wonders of Explosion". This is a skill she is vainly attempting to adapt to dealing with supernatural things though so far has only succeeded in blowing up a few workshops and setting fire to a lab.

    Mechanic - Mack inherited a love of cars, trucks, motorcycles, and just about anything else with an engine from her father and two brothers. As such she learned the workings of cars and motorcycles at a young age. She retained and used this often in the military and expanded a little into helicopters though her knowledge there is far more limited. She was good friends with the combat mechanics and people often were puzzled why she went engineering instead.

    Black Belt - (Brazilian jiu-jitsu) When Mack hit puberty her father wanted her to be able to defend herself against criminals that might prey on a girl by herself. He signed her up for brazilian jiu-jitsu lessons since the style focuses on ground fighting, weight, and leverage which would help Mack when larger people tried to overpower her. She kept it up even when she joined the army. Don't be fooled though she can also pack a mean punch as well, she did have a couple older brothers after all.
  • APPROVED HISTORY
    Mack is a native from the west side of Chicago. She was raised mostly by a single father with her two brothers after her mother died in a car accident. Her Irish grandparents often helping out and watching her if they could. Otherwise she was often haunting her father's mechanic's business.

    In her teens Mack was notably troublesome to her family. Often sneaking out and stealing cars for joy rides. This lead to often butting heads with her father and while she passed high school, it was by the skin of her teeth. With no college prospects she signed up for the military to get away and live her life.

    She was in Afghanistan having only just started a 9 month tour when the world shot to hell. She was terrified and became even more upset as communications were lost, stranding her and a number of other soldiers in the country with little to no idea what was happening to their families. In one event Mack and her squad found themselves attempting to restrain a human who in his panic ended up causing a number of explosions. This ended with Mack having the wounds that have left scars on her back and her hands as her M-16 simply imploded on her back. Though she was lucky not to end up dead with her face blown off some of her squad did end up K.I.A.

    The wounds did however have an effect of having Mack removed from active duty and transported back to the States along with what remained of her squad. Though grieving and feeling guilty from the incident Mack went A.W.O.L. in an attempt to reach her family. All failed and one such attempted ended in a very close call of her almost becoming infected herself from the zombies (she also managed to get the motorcycle during that misadventure). The hope of seeing her family again died when the bombs were dropped on Chicago.

    She relocated to New York, finding odd jobs using her mechanic skills and generally feeling lost. There was a large amount of drinking, which she still does, and fist fights with any "freak" she managed to find and could take on. A number of times resulting in overnight stays in jail, community service, ordered counseling for anger management issues, and mandated AA meetings.

    Somehow Mack ended up on the radar for the Vanguard and signed up in spite of not really caring entirely for their preachy ways. The question remains on how loyal she is to the Vanguard but her loyalty to humanity at large seems unshakable. Mack, in spite of her troubles, will get a job done but she'll do it her way regardless of orders. This might be why she's very rarely sent on missions. Then again Mack has no problems finding trouble on her own.

CHARACTERS IN-GAME HISTORY

  • IN-GAME HISTORY
    If I Keep Shooting - Mack makes a friend on the shooting range and meets Vacily.

    Don't I Know You - Mack has a close encounter of the angry and deadly kind.

    Mayhem in Manhattan - Someone's lab experiment runs amok in a mall leaving Cris and Mack dealing with the mess.

    Why Don't You Have A Drink - Mack gets stood up on a date and opts to make a new friend.

    Why Don't We Have Some Fun - Mack and her new friend Trent have a bit of fun while getting to know each other.

    Lunch with A Side of Interrogation - Cris grills Mack over her date.

    Things You Can't Do Over The Phone...Or Notebook - Upon finding out about Cris meddling, Mack goes to apologize to Trent about things.

    Who You Gonna Call? - Cris gets a call from Mack about some unexpected hiccups.

    Cool Runnings - Mack decides a night out drinking is what she needs.

    Drunken Confessionals - An inebriated Mack comes face to face with the real Trent.

    Falling Over - After losing her girlfriend Cris calls Mack.

    Out of Place - Vacily gives Mack a large dose of reality and a metaphorical boot to the head.

    A Heavy Heart to Carry - Mack ends things with Trent.

    Secretum - Mack should have learned that nights out drinking end badly by now. This time courtesy of three Order magus.

    Grave Encounter - A close call with trolls introduces Mack to Atticus Gale.

    Nice Smelling Shampoo - Mack makes friends with Kai Alexander Morgan at a grocery store.

    Belgium Mission -

    Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty, Big Ball of Fur - Mack's newest friend comes out of the kennel and Mack is not a happy camper at this.

    Who's The Monster and Who's The Man - While doing a favor for car parts Mack ends up working on Kai's truck, which makes things awkward.

    Fixing What Was Broken - Mack thinks to try and work out something with Kai but an assailant pushes the wrong buttons on both of them.

    A Moment of Insanity - (NSFW) Mack snaps and does something she's likely to regret someday.

    Time Waits for No One - The aftermath of bad decisions has Kai and Mack trying to figure out how they stand with each other.

    Dark and Unspoken - Still puzzling over their relationship leads to questions and answers for Kai and Mack

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  • Typist's Interests
    Writing, reading, music (I'm a musicaholic), and a smattering of tv shows. Also have kids and a husband that demand attention here and there.
  • Typist's Role Play History
    10 years of roleplay in various mediums including Table top, LARP, and forums. Not including various chats and play by mails. I got into rping mainly as a way to help me flesh out character for a novel I'm working on and the bug has stuck. I love making stories with people and seeing where the characters take themselves. Pretty much open to whatever and have no problems mangling my characters if they go off and do stupid crap. I can always make another character. XD
  • Role Play Sample
    Mack downed her shot of whiskey and signaled the barkeep for another. It was only to be her third so she was alright so far. Maybe a little on the tipsy side but hell she wasn't driving. That was a plus to living close to a bar.

    As she silently toasted the fallen her jaw clenched a bit off center as she heard another cheer behind her. A bunch of young punks that from their conversations they were celebrating joining the OU. Bunch of dumbass kids...

    Alan the barkeep kept eying her and then the celebratory group. It did not take fancy abilities or grand intelligence to know he was fearful of what she, a volatile member of the HLNA might start when you had a loud and slowly getting drunk batch of kids from the Order.

    Kids they were, Mack felt justified in dubbing them that from their fresh faces and good condition clothes that she wanted to say their Mama's likely still washed. To them all this magic and myth junk was cool and trendy, like drugs and protesting in the 60's. Bunch of idiots liable to get themselves killed.

    But...that was their right...sadly. Mack repeated this to herself like a mantra. Her supposed betters were always saying she needed to learn to pick her fights. Personally Mack thought otherwise but she needed to remember she still had her uniform on under her leather jacket here.

    "Can't believe you let them freaks filthy up a perfectly good bar," she muttered to Alan as he poured her another shot. Her tolerance grinding thin from the lot behind her.

    When she started to take the shot though Alan slapped a hand over it, holding hers and the glass to the bartop. "Hey, them freaks are as human as you there Miss and have been here helping us long before you HLNA types popped up."

    Mack's green eyes sharpened but she did nothing for a moment waiting. Sure enough Alan thought she was going to shut up and just take his strong arming and started to let go. Instead Mack's hand shot up from the glass, grabbing onto his head and pulling it down onto the bartop hard. Her folding knife was out of her pocket and stabbed into the bartop next to his eye scant seconds after. There was silence in the bar as everyone sat, transfixed.

    "Let me tell you something here Alan. I like your bar, which is the only reason you don't have a knife in your head. Before this Shift crap happened I was out in the fields of Afghanistan hunting for landmines and dealing with IEDs without no fancy ass powers to help or defend my ass. Nowadays everyone seems to think we need the freaks around, like we'll all fall to pieces without them. No tell me something Alan. Do I need some grand powers to hold you here right now?"

    As she asked her question Mack pulled the knife out of the wood and let it scratch over his forehead. Alan gave a quick shake of his head before Mack let him up, taking her shot quickly before he went snatching it back again.

    "There's an issue here?" one of the kids from the OU slurred out. One hand grabbing onto Mack's shoulder.

    She let out an angry hiss like a cat. One hand swatting away the hand on her shoulder before she rammed her fist and the butt end of her knife into the kid's face. He landed on a sprawl even as Alan backed up more than he already had from being released. Mack scowled angrily even as she struggled against the cold sweat and skin crawling sensation. "Yeah...I see about four problems," she stated eying each OU in turn before giving a dismissive snort. She threw some money at Alan as she walked out the door, not interested in dealing with delusional kids anymore than she wanted to deal with the nightmares that were likely to be lurking when she went to sleep that night. That was not even to mention the reaming she was going to get tomorrow when her bosses heard about this...

    "Just another day in paradise," she muttered as she pulled her coat collar up and headed home to deal with the mess in her head first.
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  1. Spare Me Over Another Year

    She had the grace to flinch a bit as Calder commented back on what he didn't like. Guilt was not something she liked feeling but she felt it anyway. The trio was her mess, somehow...even if she didn't know how, and she dragged him into this. She hadn't meant to no but she had. She almost apologized but bit her tongue instead. This wasn't her fault. None of this was her fault! Um...was it? She blinked a couple times as Calder asked if she would take a header off the boat. She didn't think she would. For one thing they were far enough at sea that it would have made getting back to land difficult before she drowned. Secondly, she really did not want to go back to Europe. She felt safer going away from it. She might not have understood why but instincts were all she had to run on, so she trusted them. She kept working on the knot, trying to keep her shaking down and her mind focused. Calder asking about if he should pitch her off and demand that she start talking was at first met with silence. She debated trying to cook something up, something believable because the truth...what little there was anyway. Well it was stranger than any fiction she might have cooked up. However, Calder was a good guy. He had risked his neck to keep her from being dragged off. He was giving her passage without pay. It seemed wrong to not tell him the truth...even if the truth was...um... "There is nothing to tell," she said as she slumped for a moment. She did not have the ability to hide her state; beaten and battered, exhausted to the point of surrender. Frustration boiling like acid but nothing she could rail at or do to ease it. "That's not an evasion or reluctance of me not wanting to tell I mean I honestly have nothing to tell. I...I can't remember..." Saying it out loud was like taking a fist to the gut. Her eyes swam with tears and her teeth clenched in pain, a different kind from the physical she already suffered. It was more than a loss of memory. It was a loss of loved ones, friends, enemies, even of herself. She had no idea who she was so how did she know what she stood for? How did she even know she was doing the right things in fleeing from those people instead of going with them peacefully? She didn't, and that was terrifying. In a world already full of lost souls and displaced peoples, she was just another wanderer with even less of an idea who she was now. She was little more than an animal sniffing for safety with the hunter at her back.
  2. *claws her way out from under Life's tyrannical boot*

     

    1. Zeph

      Zeph

      steals her and ties up in the site couch!

  3. Spare Me Over Another Year

    She heard what Calder said but the panic did not abate from the rope that tied her down. She tried her best to breathe through the trouble though, reminding herself that freaking out was not going to help. That was...what they wanted? Wait who was they? She screwed her eyes shut and tried to remember, mentally trying to chase the memory as it faded away. She could somewhat recall being tied up before, and gagged. Kicked and biting like a wild animal at captors and getting nowhere. Someone laughing about her struggles as someone else commented how fruitless they were but she had struggled anyway. She couldn't remember faces but she could remember being on something moving. A plane? A boat? Dammit it hurt to try and grab a hold of things. She couldn't seem to drag it forward where she might recall it. All it did was fuel the agony in her skull until she was whimpering from the pain. The panic was still there too, gnawing at her insides until she started struggling again. The damn rope was to thick for her to be gnawing through it, hell a knife wasn't likely to even help. She would have to figure out the knot but looking at it made her head hurt for entirely different reasons. She could do this though. It couldn't be much harder than figuring out the wiring to explosives. That led to her pondering what she knew about explosives. Apparently a lot as her brain just cruised through random trivia for a moment. Where had she picked that up? No she needed to focus. Needed to get out of this mess of rope before she started screaming like a lunatic. She sat breathing for a moment before she purposely curled into herself to reach the knot. Her teeth sinking in and tugging bits this way and that while the boat got underway again. She thought she might be making headway as she heard boots on the planks. "I don't like being tied up," she said as if that somehow explained everything. "I mean I REALLY don't like it."
  4. Spare Me Over Another Year

    Desta would have smiled had she not been so focused on matters. Finally the ship wasn't pulling forward so she could pull it back easily enough, if with a little work. It was good that someone had come to their senses, that human running around as a proverbial blank slate with her skills would be disaster for someone. However Desta saw the captain and the blades then. She blinked at them in puzzlement before focusing and trying to sense them but they felt...wrong... "Javier..." "Little busy Desta..." he grumbled back. Trying to have a thrall untie a knot was not an easy thing, they needed more functioning than he could give without losing control of them. "Then stop," Desta snapped. "The captain. Something is odd and I want to know what, so read him." Javier gave her a confused look but did as Desta told him...or tried to. The problem that many readers ran into when it came to veil crossers was simple. Even the most human of crossers simply thought differently than normal society so it made it difficult for a reader to understand what they were looking at, even from the most mundane and surface thoughts. In this case, it was the fighting. Javier could get snips of memories of other battles as the captain readied himself but he had no context for what little he saw. They were wrong for how things worked in the world. Javier's eyebrows rose and he looked at Desta with a frown. "That's what I thought. The swords are strange," she stated. They weren't prepared to deal with a veil crosser of unknown power and ability. "Keep tabs on her like we have been. When she makes land fall again we will make it a point to be there. Call Mattox back, we are done here." Desta released her spell, crossing her arms and staring out after the ship as Javier mentally called Mattox back. The speedster wasn't happy about it and glared after the captain and the brunette on the ship. He was inclined to tell Javier to go screw and push forward anyway, that captain had gotten the better of him and he hated being embarrassed. But Desta was not going to stand for that...and she was far more frightening than Mattox was willing to deal with. So he spat a few curses after the boat and swam for the shore. Meanwhile the brunette they had been hunting blinked in confusion at her state. She didn't remember tying herself up...she couldn't remember what happened that led to her being tied up. She only knew she did not like it and picked at the knot in a kind of feverish terror. Half remembered dreams flicking through her and making her want to panic as she seemed to only get it tangled more.
  5. SANCTURARY! *dives into the boards to hide from life*

     

  6. BAR NIGHT WITH BOONE

    Darts, and me without my alcoholic girl here.
  7. Spare Me Over Another Year

    She couldn't see or feel the mana being manipulated but she had good survival instincts and one didn't need fancy senses to know there was going to be a fight. She felt guilty for bringing trouble but knew she would rather die then be dragged off by Speedy Gonzalez and his pals. Something kept sparking in her head, like she'd been in this situation before. Her skull felt like someone was taking a hammer to it and she gave a small pathetic whine as she pressed her palms to her temples in a vain attempt to stop the agony. The water that bounced around flashed and for a minute her mind told her it wasn't water but metal. Someone throwing metal? No they hadn't thrown it exactly, they did something...not unlike Calder with his hands. She flinched as Calder told her to hang onto something, her mind trapped for the moment between reality and nightmare. For a minute she remembered stone and fire bearing down to smite her out of existence. Willpower was the only thing that kept her from curling into a ball and just letting the boat toss her. Instead she purposely grabbed onto something that didn't seem to be moving and hugged it to try and keep herself in the present while she closed her eyes against demons in her head. Mattox on the other hand didn't seem to notice the sudden rocking of the ship. He figured it was Desta on pulling the ship back and paid it little mind beyond watching his footing some. The what he assumed Captain of this tugboat here kept eying him angrily. Mattox had to sigh at that. Why couldn't people learn to just mind their own business these days? Unfortunately the younger man's posturing cost him. He was about to whip around the guy and grab the girl, his feet taking him forward two steps to do so except he ran right into the kick the Captain had launched. He could feel bone strain to stay in one piece against the sudden force he accidentally helped along with his burst of forward momentum. The speedster hit the deck and the rocking boat pitched him into the water with a yelp that was quickly drowned out from water. He popped up quick enough, kicking legs were not much different from pumping ones in a run after all. Something however grabbed his leg and yanked him back down. Matrox tried to kick but while he could kick quickly he wasn't the best with hitting the mark. He found himself blinking in puzzlement as the Captain of the ship went shooting off. Mattox could only glare before studying his situation for a moment. He pulled on the knife but it was deep. It left him angry to lose clothing (specially when the water was freezing) but he wasn't about to let some peon get the better of him. He started kicking, his legs blurring for a moment before clothe ripped and he pulled away to surface and take in much needed lungfuls of air. Meanwhile, on the pier, Desta worked to maintain her focus on the ship and keep it still at least. She was slowly losing ground but she was not about to give up just because it was a bit of a struggle. "Get her in the water," she ground out through her teeth, managing to keep her focus barely. Javier didn't question. He got to the end of the pier so he could get a better look. They were perhaps at the very range of his abilities but he could still see the woman hunched and clinging to the ship. The mentalist took a breathe and closed his eyes before focusing hard on the brunette woman. It was always easier to manipulate when they were closer but this was not beyond his abilities. In this case at least, getting into the woman's head was easy. She had been so worked over that he could walk into her skull as easily as he did into his hotel room. Then it was a matter of just whispering the right things into mind, the right preprogrammed commands. It was like flipping a switch. The woman's mind retreated and as she opened her eyes they were heavily dilated, as if she was on something. She stood up and started shuffling towards the nearest edge of the boat. One might have thought her sleep walking, or one of the undead were it not the occasional twitches that said otherwise. Matrox looked up to see his companions and turned in the water with a smile that might have done a shark proud. The peon had gotten the drop on him but that wasn't going to happen twice surely. He started kicking his way back out towards the boat that was slow but surely trying to escape the harbor.
  8. Spare Me Over Another Year

    Desta's eyes narrowed at the little ship in the water as it started pulling away. The target was getting away, even worse it was courtesy of some damn do-gooder. Here she thought Ireland was suspicious of outsiders of all kinds, not just the veiled kind. "We'll catch up with her in New York," Javier stated taking the missed chance philosophically as always. Matts bounced on his feet like a kid in the proverbial candy store looking at Desta with a grin. "I can snatch her. Be to fast for anyone to catch me." "With this many people around? More likely you'll injure yourself or others." "Enough," Desta stated in annoyance. "Mattox be ready." She started to focus her energies as Javier made a sound of protest. "Desta you can't be serious. She's-" "She sticks out like a sore thumb in Europe. If she reaches New York or God forbid gets down to Vanguard territory we're more likely to lose her amid the homeless populations. Mattox should keep the lot busy and I will pull the boat back to the pier and keep it there. Sailors still operate on times do they not?" Javier looked like he wanted to argue but in the end he nodded. Delta looked to the boy and Mattox gave a grin and a thumbs up as he got down in a runner's crouch. Around them people looked curious but many cleared the way, not about to risk whatever weirdness was about to go down. Some signal passed and Mattox took off at a run. The sound of wind displacing from his movements causing loose paper and clothes to snap about. Desta focused her energy and with motions of her hands parted gravity to increase Mattox's ability. Finally the boy reached the end of the pier, level with the ship before he gave a whoop and jumped easily, clearing the rail and landing on the deck no worse for wear. Delta immediately dropped that spell and worked on the next, it would take time to pull the ship to a stop but she had enough. So long as she could see the ship she could hold it. Mack had heard the strange whooshing noise and looked back at the pier. Her face going bone white under the dirt and grime. As the blond kid landed on the ship she shrunk away from him, small noises of distress in her throat that she did her best to swallow. She didn't know the kid himself but she could guess who he was and what he was here for. "'ello chaps," he stated in a poor attempt as an irish accent while looking about, completely unconcerned about the ruckus he caused. "No worries, no need to freak out I'm just gonna grab what I need and go, remain at your posts." In a blink he was in front of Mack and grabbed one of her arms. The grabbing of her arm had Mack making a louder noise of distress and pulling away. Even as she pulled one arm away though he had a grip on her other one. "Now, now, you really don't want to start a fight do-" Before he could finish his sentence Mack stomped hard on his foot before jerking her knee up to connect with his chin. Mattox was forced to let her go a moment and she darted around trying to put something between her and the speedster. Nothing presented itself immediately except Calder who she darted behind easily with a whimper hoping the big guy might keep the kid at bay. Some part of her was angry to be doing it, she should be kicking the kid's tail but another part of Mack was already trying to give up, saying there was nothing she could do but surrender. Giving into her fate meant it would hurt less when they dragged her away, fighting only made it hurt more. The kid stood for a minute and wiped at the blood from biting his lip. A glare leveled at Mack before he looked to Calder. "She's got a bit of an attitude about things."
  9. Spare Me Over Another Year

    All she was told was no and constantly there was looks of distrust. Had she done something wrong? That was a bad thing, it always hurt when she did something wrong. Sometimes physical, sometimes mental, it always hurt and drove her to just before losing sanity. No, no she was allowed to make mistakes. She didn't have the cage and shackles anymore... er...did she? She shook her head and rubbed at it, trying to relieve the pain there as she moved away from yet another refusal. She was running out of people to ask. What was she going to do if she found none? As if in answer to her concern a gangplank hit the ground in front of her and made her jump and cower from the noise like someone was about to pummel her. Instead she was left blinking up at a very tall man messing with his gloves. She inched forward cautiously like an animal unused to helping hands until he extended a hand to her. She started to reach but pulled back, still afraid. "I don't have any money," she said, looking apologetic. Her brain telling her no one did something for nothing anymore. "I can work though," she added hoping that would help. The faint smell of tobacco drifted across her nose. At first she wrinkled it and snorted but it tugged faintly in her mind. A faint memory of an old man with a pipe in his mouth and words rolling like the irish voices around her. It had her seeming to stare through the sailor and leave her head tilted like she was hearing something that wasn't there, which was close to the truth. "Mackie com'ere. Grandpa's got something fun to show you." He put something together...with plastic pipes? They went out in the alley behind the house and it made a loud booming noise that made her cover her ears as she grinned from watching a potato fly down the street. He'd laughed and then ran with her when the potato met a passing car. The shriek of tires and metal crunching causing them to look at each other and bolt for the garage. The memory made her sad, and made her smile. The sailor smelled like tobacco... With little else to go on she took his hand and got the rest of the way on the ship. It was better than staying here. If there was some other price to be paid she would figure it out. Besides, the hair on the back of her neck was wanting to stand up and that was not a good thing...ever.
  10. Spare Me Over Another Year

    7/6/2020 Somewhere in Ireland She stared at herself in the glass. Most people when they looked into the glass did it for vanity reasons or to look into the store to see something. She did it to remember...or try to. She had been trying to put a name to the face she saw there looking back at her and couldn't. She had to be someone. She couldn't have just spawned forth days ago here...er was it days? How did she even know that? Ugh it was maddening and hurt her to even try puzzling things out. Her head wanted to split open just from trying and her eyes immediately started to dart to and fro like a crack head looking for a score. She looked the part to, her clothes were stolen from racks, sizes ignored. She didn't look like she had bathed in days, possibly weeks. She was thinner than she probably should have and her face was sunken and her eyes had bruising from a long time without sleep. She thought her hair was brown. It always seemed dirty though so it was hard to tell. The eyes always caught her though. They were a pretty dark green...though, sometimes if she struggled against the pain in her skull she thought she remembered green eyes but they weren't hers. They were a different kind of green and sometimes they were hazel... Ugh...that hurt...she was better off not remembering. She saw a man in a suit walking briskly and felt her spine tighten. She watched him in the glass, hands bunching into fists when he looked her direction. His lip curled but he moved on with his nose up as if she was disgusting. She wasn't safe here. Something told her that. She couldn't have stated how or why she knew that but she wasn't safe here. They would hunt her down and she'd be taken away again. Like...she had been? Doing her best to ignore the splitting headache in her skull she turned away from the glass and moved along, pulling the hood of the sweatshirt she had on over her head against the slight cold of Ireland. She hadn't started here, she had started somewhere else with more mountains. She remembered fearing that her bare feet would turn blue before she found a town and stole some boots that had been left outside covered in mud. They still didn't fit on her feet and she had no socks but it was better than nothing. She needed to get out of here though. She couldn't think of why but she needed to leave. She needed...a boat? She couldn't remember if she ever crossed the sea before but it sounded better than staying where she was. Where she was made her afraid, and going across the sea made her want to sigh in relief. So she would go across... Uh...if she could find a boat. She wandered the harbor, looking here and there. The smell of gas and engines calming even if the smell of it mixed with the sea and salt was strange. Laborers and dock workers ran about to their duties as she walked among them trying to think of how to convince someone to let her on the ship. She wasn't going to be able to sneak on likely and couldn't stay hidden for so long a trip. With little recourse she started asking, going from ship to ship to talk to people about perhaps working her way across. She didn't like the sight she probably displayed but she had little choice in the matter. The monsters were coming, and she needed to get out of here before they arrived or they would turn her into one of them.
  11. I refuse to adult anymore until I get my story/writing time! *crosses arms and glares at Life all pouty like*

    1. Zeph

      Zeph

      THIS!!!!! TOTALLY THIS! !!! Sits with her arms crossed.

  12. Dark and Unspoken

    [kai]So a fast one you say…?[/kai] Mack grinned as Kai nipped at her lip. She wasn't sure if he paid attention but his moods had been so random lately that she didn't think to much of it. [kai]You go that way, I’ll go this way. Pick one and we’ll meet back here in five minutes.[/kai] "Sounds like a plan," Mack said before Kai stole a kiss and disappeared into the darkness. She couldn't help but shake her head as she headed in her direction, hunting for a ride that called for her to ride it. She couldn't help but feel like a teenager again, stealing a ride for some fun. This time though there was not likely to be the police escort home and ear blistering shouting lecture hour on how she was going down the wrong path in life. The thought stung for a moment, grief ripping into her gut thinking of her family and missing them. In spite of the troubles between herself and her father she had always thought that one day they would patch things up. It hurt to know they never got that chance thanks to the world being shot to hell. In an effort to banish the downer of a topic she finally picked a ride. It looked to be in good condition and was certainly more of a speed model than her normal harley. It only took a moment to pull out her screwdriver and see about hot-wiring it. With ghosts trying to haunt the corners of her mind she gunned it, not caring much for stealth since she had never been one for sneaking anyways. Instead of simply stopping at their meeting point though she slowed just enough to make the turn out of the lot with a broad smile, her hair snapping behind her, and a challenging call. "Catch me if you can!" she yelled before accelerating again quite possibly leaving the kitty in the dust.
  13. TOO STUBBORN TO DIE

    Ha! And here I always thought of too stubborn being Mack's motto. Congrats on the awesomeness of this site guys and managing to keep it moving in spite of drama in life, internets, or with characters. Though that last one is a good thing.
  14. Torn between wanting more threads and wanting to make sure I don't jump in to many in case of random hiatuses like the 2 weeks I just did...stupid mental health...

  15. Dark and Unspoken

    [kai]Which one of us will that be?[/kai] Mack couldn't help but laugh at the question. Kai had a point after all. Mack was not exactly the most responsible adult around that was usually his job. If Kai was kicking off restraints tonight odds of them getting into mischief and trouble were high. What the hell, she could probably afford bail. As they approached the barbed wire topped fence Mack rose a brow in curiosity as Kai asked what she wanted that then just climbed over the fence as if it was nothing. Even she was impressed since barbed wire was something even in her army days people hated dealing with. She would have brought bolt cutters and gone through instead of over but that would have left evidence to be fair. So was that a new thing for Kai to do or just old hat? She had no idea. The gate cracked open and Mack was blinking at the padlock with a shake of her head. In this day and age someone was using a padlock? It seemed foolish when most things could rip the door down although with that thought why did anyone bother with locks? The bikes and such had her looking about with big eyes and a grin. How she loved the glorious machine. She pondered her choices, wondering what to go for. Before she could pick anything though Kai spoke up again. Her brow wrinkled in concern as he seemed to do a one eighty on things and worried yet again about frightening her. That kept popping up randomly and she was getting a little annoyed about it. At the same time she could understand his concern. "You realize that's why I trust you right?" Mack asked once Kai had finished talking. "You're working to find a solution to problems instead of pretending there isn't one or being detrimental to the rest of us. I know you don't have control over all of it but I respect that you are trying and I know that you would never hurt me if you had it in your power otherwise. I'm not even sure that...'other you' would hurt me. I would think though that if you thought it would at all you would have removed yourself completely from hanging out with me." She put her hands on his cheeks, making sure he didn't look away. "I am not afraid of you and I meant it when I said it. I'll repeat it daily if need be. There are plenty of things to be scared of in this world. Hell I've seen more than a few. Trolls, magus, vampires, dragons, zombies, people that don't have control over their abilities, and that's just the weird shit. That's not even what the average person can do. I almost ate the bullet from an angry sniper. No powers needed just a pissed off man with a gun. I would never leave my own home if I insisted on being scared of everything that could kill me. There are people I'm sure that don't. I do my best to save my fright for things that are actually out to kill me instead of cute guys that are trying to manage a condition while still being themselves." She lowered her head to bump it against Kai's. "I might not always be the most pleasant person, and I certainly can put my foot in it more than the average joe but believe me when I say I don't think your frightening. We're all killers in this world these days, I can't say that's the greatest yard stick to use on who's got the higher moral ground."