Red Ark Tower (Marvel Superheroes children roleplay)

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[prairedog]

Welcome one welcome all! This is the beginning of something wonderful. You are the children of Superheroes like captain America or Dead Pool and are coming here because you either have powers and want to learn to control them or maybe you just want to learn to save people. Either way you are more than welcome at Red Ark Tower.

As you approach the tower you will see the now famous STARK sign on top of the building. You might think that it is amazing or you may be wondering why it says STARK. What ever you thought now it is time for you to enter and partake in a wonderful adventure.​

 

[MaryGold]

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"Not bad, not bad at all," Ana smirked, placing her hands on either side of her hips. Currently, she was staring at her new room in the Red Ark tower. And she was liking it very, very much.

To be frank, the blonde teen was hoping for something more extravagant, seeing how she came from a wealthy background and expected nothing but the best. Yes, she was spoiled. But she did want to be comfortable while she was staying in some other place. With a bunch of kids, she never met before and were most likely losers. Not everyone took after their parents and were awesome badass heroes.

Even she wasn't as cool as her father, but she certainly was prettier. Seriously, she was still confused as to how the hell she even existed. Her mother must have put a bag over his head. That or he never took off his mask. Either way, she wasn't going to think about it now or probably ever again.

"One, two three, four annnnnd five!" She threw each of her matching large bags oto her bed. Seeing how tiny she was, it must have looked certainly weird, to anyone normal, that is. They were all superfreaks here, or at least some of them. And the ones who weren't should have seen plenty of strange events by now.

Or maybe they would have been baffled by all of the luggage she had brought with her. Hah! And this wasn't even a fourth of what she left at home.

She dusted off the non-visible, non-existent, dirst form her hands and left her room. She needed to do some exploring."Sooo, what to do first?" She asked herself, though it sounded as if she was asking someone ese. And maybe she was.
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[Sir Salty]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"This is our new home?" Toxic asked.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"Yes, that's correct." Remy responded.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"All the other children here, smell delicious,"[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"We're not here to eat the other children." Remy scolded Toxic.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Sorry,"[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Honestly to an outside observer, it had looked like he was lost in space. It honestly seemed that way when he came back to reality, looking rather confused about his own whereabouts for a second. A small inkling of anxiety overwhelming him. While his siblings would be here, Remy was afraid he could no longer control Toxic's more predatorial instincts.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent] It had cost him quite a bit two years ago, Remy rubbed the burn scar on his left arm before dragging a small duffel bag onto the bed. He had no real opinion of the room he was given, simply because it was missing the things he was use to seeing. His shelf with his action figures all line on the shelf in positions he set for them. His glass case, that showcased his comic books. And his own artwork lining the walls of the bedroom.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]The room in the Red Ark Tower felt impersonal. It felt distant. It didn't feel familiar to him, merely alien and strange. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Though what he hoped was the knowledge of the Tower would be able to help him have a more perfect synchronization with Toxic. That was the biggest concern right now. He wanted none of his father's helped and none of his siblings. They had helped too much. And he had helped too little. He was eighteen and he could be on his own now. That was the way it should be.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Maybe he was trying to convince himself of that. Or justifying it to himself. Either way he sighed. There was a big giant now what? He wasn't very social, he liked his video games, brought over some games he enjoyed playing in hopes there was a system here and a TV. But people made him feel awkward. He was already feeling insecure about his new surroundings.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Nervousness bubbling over making him feel nauseous instead of excited. Panic beginning to set in and worrisome thoughts he needed to keep at bay because Toxic had a habit of taking advantage when he was feeling vulnerable. Or he lowered his emotional guard. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]He began to slowly breath in. Exhale. Then inhale. Exhale. Then inhale. Grabbing one of the games he liked the best, he decided to see if he could find a TV. Something to distract himself from the nauseating, dizzying anxiety. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Walking out of the room, he'd have to learn the layout eventually. Now was a good time than any. [/BCOLOR]