Melissa Cruz

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About Melissa Cruz

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CHARACTER PROFILE

  • GENDER
    Female
  • PLAY-BY
    Annabelle Wallis
  • AGE
    31
  • SEXUAL ORIENTATION
    Heterosexual
  • RACE
    human
  • JOB
    ARMA Shield Sergeant
  • 'SHIP:
    none
  • LOCATION
    New York
  • FACTION
    ARMA
  • APPEARANCE
    Mel is tall, lean, and athletic; a body not unlike a dancer. While she has never danced, her life ruled by the military in one form or another, her graceful movements and easy going stride comes from the confidence and limber muscles from sparring most of her life.

    She rarely wears make-up seeing no point in it for who is she trying to impress? Plus, it would be a total shock if she actually owned any to wear. She is just as practical on the outside as she is on the inside with her make-up free face and hair almost always in a ponytail or braid.

    While not a true utilitarian, she does enjoy practical and comfortable clothing. She has a large wardrobe of silver thread clothing, both tactical and civilian, that she wears at the appropriate moments. Her clothing is often in natural tones and tends to be solid in patterns; “girly” clothing is just not something in her wardrobe.
  • PERSONALITY
    Likes:
    -Coffee
    -Ferris wheels
    -Reading
    -Sparring

    Dislikes:
    -Clowns
    -Liars
    -Snoring
    -Cats

    Strengths:

    Strategist : She sees life as a constant game of chess; it is nothing but moves and countermoves. While she has never thought of herself as a mathematical genius some are almost positive that she is. Mel is one of those that may come off as if she isn’t always paying attention but the truth is she has already thought out three moves ahead of you and can relax knowing she can handle anything you throw at her.

    Pragmatic: Mel is extremely logical. She finds it counter intuitive to make decisions based on emotion. Doing so just leads you down a road of all sorts of trouble. She is often the one that might end up in a bad situation due to a superior thinking brashly but gets them out because she is able to keep her head and think with practical logic without letting her emotions dictate her decisions.

    Quick thinking/Problem solver/adaptable: She is known to be calm under pressure and can handle any change on the fly. This ability to adapt to the situation as served her well during her military career. It makes her a valuable asset to her team when running missions for she is a great problem solver and has more than once gotten herself and others out of sticky situations using means no one else considered.

    Devote: she is loyal to those she respects and will follow them to her death. She is a firm believer in what they are doing in the ARMA is the right thing and carries out her orders with almost blind confidence. This is something that she has carried since infancy and is a firm aspect of her core personality.

    Level headed/Easy-going/Laid back: She is very easy to be around and often strikes up a very good rapport with those around her even those under her in rank. She is one of those that people always feel like they can approach with her easy going personality and her laid back body language. This is probably due to her methodical nature and humble ways. She is one of those people that does not let her ego get in the way of success of a mission or the safety of her teams. She will be the first to say she can't do it and find someone one more suited to get the job done.

    Weaknesses:

    Independent: While Mel understands the chain of command well, coming from a very militant background, she also has her own mind. There were more than one occasions during a mission where she made a call one her own that contradicted one of her superiors. While she follows direct orders she will deviate, a little, when she feels it is necessary. This is probably why she has never been promoted farther than what she is now.

    Wry Humor: She possesses a rather twisted sense of humor and is known to deliver rather inappropriate jokes with an almost dry tone. When things get a little tense, she is often the one to crack a joke to ease it. She is known to be a bit of wise guy against her enemies. Her humor can be a bit dry and mocking but never in a cruel or malicious way.

    Fear of Failure: It's not those small everyday fears that will be her downfall, no it's his fear of failing her team, her friends, and her family. This fear of failure drives er to the best she can and often to the point of exhaustion.

    Emotionally Reserved: While Mel does not lack any ability to feel or care for someone, she has a hard time saying it out loud. She is, at the core of her person, a believer that actions speak louder than words and it's often her actions that show her emotions.
  • PERSONAL BELONGINGS
    · Twin Colt .357 Magnum Revolver 7 1/2” Barrel Length with pearl inlaid handles carried in double shoulder holster.
    · Winchester Model 92 Lever Action Cut down barrel, carried on the right hip in a custom holster
    · ARMA Standard Enchanted CRKT Ultima knife, customized to 10” blade, carried in knife holder on outer thigh, accessed through special slit in left pocket of all pants.
    · ARMA Standard Enchanted CS 80PGTK GI Tanto Throwing knives (a set of four), hidden throughout her clothing.
    · ARMA Standard Enchanted BTX compound bow with a set of 12 enchanted arrows.
    · Custom Portable Ward Set (3 Repulsion, 3 Obscuring, 2 Dispelling)
    · An assorted wardrobe of Silver Thread civilian clothing
    · An assorted wardrobe of Tactical silver thread clothing

STAFF APPROVED ABILITIES/SKILLS/HISTORY

  • APPROVED ABILITIES
    Instinctual Telepathic Empathy:
    Heightened Sense of others and their Intentions, and the ability to project one’s suggestions with the help of touch and voice. On a pseudo-science level her telepathic empathy creates a bubble of awareness around her that lets her feel dense clusters of neuron activity, so less complex brains (cat/rat/dog) show up like a dim light in a fog, but more complex ones show up like a flashlight. Other Telepathics/Super Brains show up like spotlights. This is normally limited to a small radius, about 3 yards in circumference but with practice and lots of focus she can easily push this to 10 yards (but note that at this distance the amount of time she can hold it is limited to that of about an hour if held consistently)

    Exterior heightened Sense:
    This allows her to feel a sense of someone’s intentions in that moment. This gives her an advantage when it comes to hand-to-hand combat or even certain missions. There is almost always a small part of this sense at play. While it might not be as strong as when she focuses, she can tell if the person standing right next to her is comfortable, uncomfortable, or amused or bored, ect, ect.

    This takes a lot of energy to do this and without the ability to focus completely on this sense, intentions can bleed together if there are more than one creatures within her bubble. As long as there are only a few ‘minds’ while performing this, or minds she are used too, she can maintain this heightened sense for several hours.

    Projecting Suggestions:
    When it comes to her projecting suggestions and the such, this is her most taxing ability and the least reliable. The strength of the mind and the suggestion attempting to be implanted takes into affect how well it will stick as well as if this suggestion is commanding instant obedience or if it just a seed being planted in the mind.

    This often comes in handy when dealing with a team of newbies on a mission or calming excessive emotions. It also helps her in retrieving counterintelligence during interrogations but suggesting truth in those of weaker minds.

    Even when she uses her projecting to command instant obedience, this does not always happen. The stronger the mind, the more energy it takes. This can be very dangerous when dealing with a very strong mind, as this can tax her to the point of death. Because of that fact she often does not try to press suggestions if the mind is too hard to impregnat.

    Her suggestions have to be something the mind of her victims find familiar. If she tries to get a devote peace seeking person to kill someone they might realize that the thought is not their own and know they are being persuaded, at this point any suggestion she has planted with unravel. Unless the being if of very weak mind it might often take her saying it more than once to persuade them into action, giving that person a chance to realize just what it is she is doing.

    Another major player to the reason this is her most unreliable sense is that she must not only be heard for this to work but that she must also be in physical contact with this being. On the occasion her persuasion ability has not worked due to the language barrier, this does not happen often but it can happen.
  • APPROVED SKILLS
    Proficient:
    - Hand-to-hand Combat
    - With Bow and Arrow
    - Marksmen with handguns and Rifle
    - Interrogation

    Average:
    - Dragon fighting knowledge/experience from service in Dragon War-
    - Zombie fighting knowledge/experience from European excursions.
    - knife throwing skills

    Sub-par:
    - Multi-lingual; Spanish, German, Irish, Sign-language
    - Pilot Skills
  • APPROVED HISTORY
    Mel was born Melissa Joy Cruz to a one Jeremy Cruz and Delilah Cruz. Her father was a militant man that ran the house with a firm hand and an even kinder smile. Her mother was an overly affectionate contract engineer for the US Military. Needless to say she never stayed in the same house for long, or even country for that matter. Thanks to her parents Mel has lived, for at least a short time, on almost every continent on this earth and in a good amount of countries.

    From a young age she knew she wanted to follow in her parent’s footsteps and it showed. For as long as she could remember she played chess instead of with dolls and sparred with her father.Her parents were her best friends growing up, the instability of locations leading to her often having to make new friends constantly.

    Mel excelled in school, often finding herself in honor roll and advanced classes. While she did not graduate high school valedictorian, she was in the top 3 of her graduating class. This left her with her free reign to pick any college she could have wanted, but instead she enlisted into the U.S. Military.

    She was a quick leaner and due to her being raised in a military family she was already known by most of her commanding officers, if not by face then by her last name. She surivived basic training and AIT as well before she was shipped off to the 10th Special Forces Group. She became part of the group support battalion in Fort Carson, Colorado

    Just like everyone else, she was taken off guard by the appearance of the Nevus and the subsequent happenings that followed. In the months and years that followed the super-virus out break of the morteximius-virus, she last almost everything. Her mother fell to the grips of the virus leaving herself and her father without a mother and wife. During the first few months of the Dragon Wars her father was lost due to a poor strategize moment in military history. She did not have much time to mourn the loss of her family for her deployment to deal with the super-virus hordes and even going overseas to assist in the Dragon wars meant that she was kept busy.

    It took some time after the Nevus event for her to realize that she had been ‘altered’ by the event of the Resonance. At first it seemed like she had just gotten better during her missions and with dealing with people but soon she learned that it wasn’t just her skills getting stronger but rather magic. For months she worked hard on learning the in’s and out’s of her abilities and just how much she could handle. Once she felt comfortable with the control of her powers she finally told her superiors but kept the knowledge from most, only a few trusted outside of her direct team knew what she was capable of.

    With the merger of the ARMA she is no longer a U.S. military personnel. She moves up quickly from an ARMRA Operative to a Sergeant. Now an ARMRA Shield Sergeant she has the promotion of Lieutenant in her sights and is working hard to make it happen.

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  • Role Play Sample
    She stepped from the old Federal Reserve building, the cool air hitting her still slightly flushed face. Her day was finally over and after a good sparring exorcise she felt it was time to head home; maybe get some much-needed sleep after the last week out in the field. She put a hand in the left picket of her simple zip-up sweat shirt, her other hand pushing back a few wispy strands of blond bang hair from her face, as she took a deep inhale. The crisp air entered her lungs, cooling the warm soft tissue of her lungs, causing a sharp sensation in her chest. She wasn’t a smoker but the cool air was a shocking contrast compared to the warm, stale air she had just been breathing in.

    She looked up into the night sky. The bright lights from the city scape did nothing to dull the view of the Nevus. Its pitch-black color, a stark contrast to the bright violet gas and stars that outlined it. Her free hand moved to rub the back of her neck as she sighed.
    <i>”Crus? Damn it Cruz where are you!?”
    “I’m here sir!” she raced up to her superior from her bunk in the barracks.
    “You got a message” he said and thrusted the paper into her hand before turning on his heel and leaving.
    She eagerly opened the letter, sure it was going to be something from her father or mother. She was right but the actual contents were not something she had been expecting. Her eyes started to drift over the information.
    Melissa,
    I regret to inform you of the death of your mother, Delilah Cruz. Your presence is requested ASAP. A plan is leaving at 2300, be on it.
    Cpl Cruz
    p.s.
    I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you in person honey. See in a few days.
    Love, your father</i>
    Her mind snapped back to the present as a woman’s rambunctious laughter penetrated her brain. She looked in the woman’s general direction as she stumbled from a nearby. She smirked as the woman stumbled into a friend and another bout of laughter erupted from her. That was a life that Mel had never know, would never know; the bliss of pretending the world wasn’t as big of hot mess as it really was.

    It still amazed her that people could live in complete ignorance of what had happened, what was happening. It was almost as if they woke up one day and opted that the news on their TV was just some giant joke and the rip in the sky above them was just some cosmic joke. She envied them a little, the freedom that such nativity must afford them but then again… she didn’t. She could not imagine living with her head in the sand.

    Her eyes were pulled back from the girls having fun when a fellow ARMA member slipped out the doors she stood just off to the side of
    “Night Cruz, see ya tomorrow”
    “Bye Hale, have a great night” she called after the retreating form that waved over the back of their head. She watched them retreat for a few more minutes before looking down at her watch. The bright neon colors blinked 2000 hours. It was early and late all at the same time and it left her body and mind feeling at odds over what it was she should do exactly. Sleep sounded amazing but then again it felt far too early to call it a night and the idea of having a drink at the local watering hole seemed perfect.

    She pursed her lips and chewed on the inside of her lips before she headed off in the wrong direction of her bed; it would seem the want for a drink had won out. Plus, there was at least one person she knew she would be able to find there and probably in some form of need of a drinking buddy. Even if he did not readily know it.
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  1. Drinking Buddies [02.25.2020 7PM]

    Mel stuffed her hands deeper into the pockets of her jacket, the fleece lining soft against her hands. She looked around them, her eyes taking in the darkened roads that were dimly lit and the sparseness of people walking down the sidewalk. This wasn’t exactly her side of town; not that Mel was afraid to be in the rougher parts of town. She just preferred to not be somewhere that might get her into a spot of unnecessary trouble. It was one of those things that wasted energy she didn’t want to waste. Mel was like that, she wasn’t about throwing good things after bad; and that included her energy. Especially out in the field. While to people who didn’t know her that might have come off as a bit of a lazy streak but really it was just because she was strategically planning out each move, then each move after that. She did not seem bothered by the fact that Gavin had completely ignored her question and just kept to watching the world around them; just assessing the situation around them, never letting her guard down (even if she did look relaxed standing there). Her eyes had been watching two men boisterously attempting to get into their vehicle several yards away when she heard Gavin’s voice. Her head snapped around and an eyebrow shot up as she heard the words coming from his lisp. She snorted softly in amusement as he barked his order into the phone before hanging up and calling a taxi. She snorted a slightly amused chuckle again as he called a taxi. When he began to pace and started speaking to himself Mel tilted her head to the side, never saying anything just watching him. She pulled her hand out of her jacket and scratched an itch on her neck just as Gavin seemed to remember she was standing there. She gave him a soft smile and just watched him for a moment as he spoke. Mel opened her mouth to speak but clamped it shut when Gavin made a full-face dive into the ground. She lunged forward and moved to reach out to him to help stop his wayward fall into the ground when he caught himself and used the parking meter to right himself. Mel took a step back from him and put her hands back into her pocket. She turned when she saw the delivery boy’s car pull up and watched with amusement as the look of confusion flashed across the young man’s face at the sight of Gavin. Mel really did feel for the guy. This would be the second time his world might be imploding on him (the first having actually imploded with the loss of his wife). She was also pretty sure he had not been this bad of a drunk since right after Rebekah was gone. She took a deep inhale and looked down at Gavin and watched him as he devoured as much of the food as he could within the shortest amount of time possible. She shook her head after a moment of watching before moving to plop herself down beside him. With her feet flat on the ground in front of her and her knees bent Mel placed her arms on her knees and interwove her fingers together. She looked over at Gavin and finally spoke “is any of that actually making it into your mouth Boss?” the amusement in her tone evident as she watched him eat the food he had just ordered.
  2. Drinking Buddies [02.25.2020 7PM]

    mel sipped her drink as a small silence passed between them. She watched him with calculating blue eyes. With her ‘awareness’ still pulled close around her she read him as best she could like any other, unusually observant person that knew the one they were watching just a little too well. She felt concern settle over her like a tangible blanket for her friend sitting across the table. What would they decide for his fate? Would they strip him of his rank, possibly even try to cuff his powers, then turn him loose? Even though Gavin was a wild cannon, even more so these days than in the past, he was still valuable. His knowledge through the battles he had fought, his willingness to get the job done and his inability to shy away from a fight made him the perfect solder. Coupled with his ability, he was truly an asset to any team, if he could keep himself under control. As she sat there and weight and counter-weighed him as if she herself was the judge and jury, she almost wondered herself if his pros truly did outweigh the cons. She took another sip of her drink. Of course, they did, she thought silently to herself. When he spoke she nodded her head ”Mmm” she said in a simple acknowledgement of his words. She knew that none had died on that mission for if they had, she might have actually learned how deep of shit Gavin was in. Not that she could have done anything about it, the action had already been committed and he now had to answer for it; whether it was good, bad, or indifferent. There is a moment when you throw new fuel on a small flame and it flares, throwing a burst of heat outwards without needing any movement from the things the heat touches to help it reach. His next words and the thoughts underneath were like the fuel on the flame and his emotions the quickly expanding heat. Mel blinked for a moment longer than normal as his anger, distaste, and frustration washed over her. Another downfall of her ability, even when she was not wanting too she could still feel those around her if they projected hard enough. And Gavin was projecting his emotions out into the room like a wave crashing hard onto the beach. It almost caused her true physical pain, but she kept that small fact to herself and schooled her poker face to not show what was happening to her. Mel groaned when he did not readily respond to her question and instead stared off with a blank expression. She narrowed her eyes and for just the slightest moment though about pressing her awareness out to him and trying to reach him on a deeper level, but the vehement of his earlier emotions washing over her kept her from doing that and the fact that after a moment he finally spoke, his eyes not even refocusing as he spoke. She took another sip of her drink and chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment as she continued to watch him. It had been some time since she had seen him vacate so completely, it was as if Gavin was not even in his body any more, just automated responses triggered by the right questions. While it raised even more concern for Mel, the moment was fleeting and soon he had returned to his body; his eyes focused and his body no longer rigid. An eye brow raised when he cursed and suddenly stood from his chair. It did not surprise her, his abrupt change of direction, she was just curious where this moment was leading too. Mel kept her eyes on him as she downed what was left of her drink and dug out some money to lay on the table for the drink and tip, since she had not settled when she had ordered the drink. She did not respond to him, just silently stood and followed him out of the bar. She pushed her awareness out a little bit as they started to exit, just encase someone got a little bur of their butt and decided to start something or do something stupid to the retreating pair. Mel stuffed her hands in her pockets and never once reached out to help steady Gavin, he was a big boy and if he did make it to the ground then she would help him up if she felt he needed it but until then she wasn’t going to push any kind of physical contact. It wasn’t really in her nature to be overly touching. Once they were outside the bar Mel looked at Gavin and sighed “Where to now Boss?” she asked in her typical bright tone. Her blue eyes watched him for a moment and her eyes narrowed, debating on if he really needed some help steadying himself or if he would be able to walk by himself.
  3. Drinking Buddies [02.25.2020 7PM]

    Mel would have not heard too much about what was happening to her old friend at the moment, but she did figure he was in some sort of trouble. When wasn’t Gavin in some sort of trouble these days? She tried hard to keep him out of it the best she could, but it wasn’t easy; especially when she wasn’t there. The mission that he was being demoted over was one that she had missed. Injuries had nasty habits of sidelining people like that. During a mission with another team, Mel had been filling in for another, she had taken the brunt of an assault and it had left her with a few broken ribs and a fractured pelvis. So it was no surprised that she had been kept from any further missions until healed, much to her frustration. In fact, today was the first day she had been allowed to do any sort of physical training. Mel had always known Gavin to be a bit brash and headstrong, less of a strategist player and more of a shot from the hip kind of guy. So if someone had told her he was in the shit house she would have laughed, shrugged it off and figured that he would be back at it the next day… not on admin leave with the possibility of losing his job. So when he spoke of being accused of war crimes that bright but calm demeanor changed just slightly. Her eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head to the side. She had to consciously attempt to pull her awareness back even tighter around her. If there was one thing Mel did, it was never ‘read’ those that she trusted or considered friends. She had always felt it was rude. Plus, if this was the situation that would mean Gavin was on a destruction roll even more so than usual and she did not need to be sucked into the that black abyss of emotions. She sat down in one of the empty chairs at his table and huffed ”Damn De Luc, I leave you alone for one mission and you go get yourself on admin leave…" she said and then added ”I am assuming” she looked away from him to wave down the cocktail waitress and ordered herself a drink. She looked back over at Gavin and chewed the inside of her cheek but said nothing as her attention was pulled away by the waitress setting down her drink. Mel had never been particularly close to Gavin in their earlier years of service together, but she had respected him as a fellow soldier. When they had moved overseas she had gotten a little closer to Gavin, but it had been his wife she had become better friends with. Perhaps it was that Rebekah and her feed off each other. Where she lacked Rebekah made up for and vice versa. Plus, they were two of the small handful of woman during the dragon wars. As the years had passed they had all gotten closer but the distance between her and Gavin had always been grater. That was until Rebekah was gone. Perhaps it was her undying loyalty to her friend in need or some weird sisterly duty she felt towards Rebekah to look after Gavin or that he was the last connection to her she had. Whatever it was, Mel looked after Gavin, stayed with his team and stayed his friend through his slow spiraling descent into whatever self-destructive hole he was trying to burry himself into, determined to not let him get too far. He was not going to completely destroy himself on her watch, even if it took everything in her to make sure it did not happen. She took a sip of her drink and looked back at Gavin, whatever guilt she was feeling pushed back down under the surface where it was not readily read-able on her face. She smirked after a moment and shook her head ”Damn De Luc, just Damn” she said with another shake of her head. Her smirk and slight amusement was meant to hide her guilt as it tried to bubble back up again. If she had been there, she would have used her ability and there would have been no grey area… no reason to act without knowing. Damn she thought to herself and mentally growled in slight frustration. ”What are you going to do on leave?” she snorted a laugh ”You’re not going to do something stupid… like I don’t know run off and play survivalist outside the city are you?”. Mel didn’t have to read him to know what he might do. No, after so many years she just knew what he might possibly do. It was what had made her such a good regular human soldier; her ability to read people and adjust for what they might do. In truth she probably should have gone about her military career differently, but she enjoyed the grunt work. And it would seem that it was a good thing she had done it the way she had. Her abilities would have been wasted had she gone a different way.
  4. Drinking Buddies [02.25.2020 7PM]

    As Mel walked down the street her mind wondered idly from one thought to the next, never staying on each one long. She shoved both hands deeper into her pockets and hunched her shoulders as a cool breeze swept over her exposed skin. Her eyes looked up again, drawn to the Nevus above her. Her eyes lingered for just a moment before they filled with the view before her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, focusing on the world around her. She sent her awareness far out around her; There was a couple walking down the road towards her, their intentions bright in her mind’s eye. Just to the left of her a small rodent scuttled across the shadows, its intentions more primal; driven by the need for shelter and food. She pushed it out farther, almost to her limit and felt where she was going more than saw. After another moment she opened her eyes and dropped her focus. Like a rubber band snapping back into place, her awareness shrunk to a small 3-foot radius with a tangible thunk. She considered herself lucky; lucky that the resonance had not changed her beyond recognition. She knew more than one person that had become a meta-human, barely a ghost of who they had once been thanks to the creature they had become. While she might have strange abilities, that were extremely useful, she was glad that she was still human. It was still Melissa Cruz rattling around in her brain. She felt lucky. As her mind skipped from her own luck to the downfall of others someone in particular popped in her head; the drinking buddy in need of a friend she was heading towards. She could no longer count on one hand how long they had worked together. She could even remember a time when his Wife was still around and what a team they had been. It really had not surprised her how badly Gavin had taken the loss of his wife and guessed that somewhere deep down inside that angry, violent, ragging acholic he still held out hope and was still that great leader and person Mel had known him to before the loss of his wife. Her mind stopped the ‘memory lane’ moment when she reached the Derby and the door opened; a squat of a man tumbling out, mumbling something under his breath and bumping into her. She gasped and gripped the wall as her mind was filled with this man’s intentions and violence. Her eyes grew wide and dilated with the emotions. She bumped him off of her and stepped away when he tried to use her again as a balancing post and slipped through the shutting door. Once inside she leaned against the wall just to the left of the door and caught her breath. This was the downfall of both alcohol and her abilities. People who were ragging drunk, typically had less control over themselves, leaving them wide open for the sensitivity of Mel’s abilities at such close proximity. And if she wasn’t ready for that kind of openness, it was almost as violent of a violation for her as it was for them for she had no time to steel herself against the oncoming onslaught of emotions. Once she had herself centered again she pushed off from the wall and shook her head. She turned her focus enough away from her awareness that those around her weak enough to be touched by her abilities were like background noise to her own emotions; they were there and she could kind of hear them but they were not over powering her. For a moment she envied those that had more control of their abilities, like an off switch. For her, because it was tied to her very being it never turned off. She could only dampen it with pushing it from her mind; but it was always there. It was part of the reason she loved being around those with strong minds, to her they were like a silence that she once enjoyed before the Resonance. Her eyes searched the dark corners of the bar, She pushed her awareness out. The need to focus hard on the world around her making her pupils dilate and become almost unfocused; the bar growing a little fuzzy around her. Another fun fall back. Oh sure you can see those around you and their intentions but when you try to focus more intently you can hardly see shit. Thanks the balance of nature, asshat. She thought to herself as she felt something familiar and headed that way. It did not take her long before her tall, lean body was standing at De Luc’s table and she smirked down at him “Feeling normal yet De Luc?” she asked, that wry humor showings it’s mostly inappropriate face. While others might have tip toed around his problem, Mel was known to point it out. It wasn’t that she had no tact or guile it was simply because he was a friend and she wanted him to know, as a friend and someone who cared about him, that he wasn’t fooling her but yet she wasn’t judging him either. As she had for a long time, she was merely there to make sure he survived to live another day. She felt she owed that to his late wife, who had also been a good friend of hers. Sometimes she felt like Gavin forgot that he wasn’t the only one who lost Rebekah; she had too. But it was only when he was being a real fuck head that she reminded him off that. Otherwise she let him wallow in his self-pity, just there making sure his head stayed above water.
  5. She stepped from the old Federal Reserve building, the cool air hitting her still slightly flushed face. Her day was finally over and after a good sparring exorcise she felt it was time to head home; maybe get some much-needed sleep after the last week out in the field. She put a hand in the left picket of her simple zip-up sweat shirt, her other hand pushing back a few wispy strands of blond bang hair from her face, as she took a deep inhale. The crisp air entered her lungs, cooling the warm soft tissue of her lungs, causing a sharp sensation in her chest. She wasn’t a smoker but the cool air was a shocking contrast compared to the warm, stale air she had just been breathing in. She looked up into the night sky. The bright lights from the city scape did nothing to dull the view of the Nevus. Its pitch-black color, a stark contrast to the bright violet gas and stars that outlined it. Her free hand moved to rub the back of her neck as she sighed. ”Crus? Damn it Cruz where are you!?” “I’m here sir!” she raced up to her superior from her bunk in the barracks. “You got a message” he said and thrusted the paper into her hand before turning on his heel and leaving. She eagerly opened the letter, sure it was going to be something from her father or mother. She was right but the actual contents were not something she had been expecting. Her eyes started to drift over the information. Melissa, I regret to inform you of the death of your mother, Delilah Cruz. Your presence is requested ASAP. A plan is leaving at 2300, be on it. Cpl Cruz p.s. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you in person honey. See in a few days. Love, your father Her mind snapped back to the present as a woman’s rambunctious laughter penetrated her brain. She looked in the woman’s general direction as she stumbled from a nearby. She smirked as the woman stumbled into a friend and another bout of laughter erupted from her. That was a life that Mel had never know, would never know; the bliss of pretending the world wasn’t as big of hot mess as it really was. It still amazed her that people could live in complete ignorance of what had happened, what was happening. It was almost as if they woke up one day and opted that the news on their TV was just some giant joke and the rip in the sky above them was just some cosmic joke. She envied them a little, the freedom that such nativity must afford them but then again… she didn’t. She could not imagine living with her head in the sand. Her eyes were pulled back from the girls having fun when a fellow ARMA member slipped out the doors she stood just off to the side of “Night Cruz, see ya tomorrow” “Bye Hale, have a great night” she called after the retreating form that waved over the back of their head. She watched them retreat for a few more minutes before looking down at her watch. The bright neon colors blinked 2000 hours. It was early and late all at the same time and it left her body and mind feeling at odds over what it was she should do exactly. Sleep sounded amazing but then again it felt far too early to call it a night and the idea of having a drink at the local watering hole seemed perfect. She pursed her lips and chewed on the inside of her lips before she headed off in the wrong direction of her bed; it would seem the want for a drink had won out. Plus, there was at least one person she knew she would be able to find there and probably in some form of need of a drinking buddy. Even if he did not readily know it.