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Twitch

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a character in “Father's Puppets”, originally authored by Banshee, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Twitch's Story

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Rust. That’s the taste Twitch recognized when he woke up. Often, he still had nightmares, snippets of what memories he had, memories of the near countless list of crimes he committed. He had learned how to stop screaming in the night, or tossing and turning. Through the years he had spent with Father, Twitch worked very hard to control any aspect of his life that was still his to control. One such aspect was how he reacted to nightmares in the night.

Now, when he suffered a nightmare, he remained stoically still, occasionally suffering night sweats or clenching at the blanket with his fingers. It was on his self-improvement to do list. He should just stop sleeping, but it was one habit he had been both reluctant and unable to let go of yet. One side effect was the taste he woke with. It wasn’t really rust, but dried blood from grinding his teeth too hard, the taste just reminded him of rust. Like those old hacksaws dad preferred to use. Coated in rust and blood and ..

Twitch growled as he pushed off the covers and swung his legs off the side of the bed. He lingered there only a moment to swallow old, useless memories then he stood, meticulously making his bed and smoothing out all the wrinkles from the covers. Paying little attention to anything else, he gathered his clothing for the day, his own towel and bag of personal items, and headed down to the first floor bathing area. Twitch had his routines, taking a shower every morning before he dressed for the day was one such routine.

Routines were in place for many reasons, from being able to put himself on a type of physical 'auto-pilot', to a coping mechanism and more. Twitch used them to help maintain his emotions, keep them buried and suppressed deep enough that he nearly forgot about them. They supplied him with an amount of patience that otherwise would elude him. They allowed Twitch to focus on other things that were infinitely more important, such as an acute awareness of his immediate surroundings. He hated it when something interrupted his routines.

Twitch walked down the stairs to the first floor, clad in his black pajama top and bottoms, and a pair of black slip on shoes. Twitch found comfort in the stark colors of his room, of most rooms. The nice contract of white and black provided a strange relief and reminded him of where he was. Even if Twitch was certain that where he was now, was only marginally better than where he was not, it was a relief all the same. He made a small sound in the back of his throat as he picked a shower stall for himself and set the water to be hot enough to turn his skin pink. All the better to sanitize with, my dear.

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Twitch inwardly enjoyed the shower, taking a bit longer than most days simply because he wanted the extra relaxation it gave. Today would be training day one, and he was certain it was not going to be counted among his favorite days. He started to wrap things up, however, when he became aware of another in the bathing room. He should not have lingered as he did. Unable to help it, he glared in the direction of where he heard the other shower as he stopped his own and dried off.

He refused to rush, just to satisfy his own need to revel in solitude as long as possible. So, Twitch made sure he was completely dried off before putting on his outfit for the day. It was pretty much the same, more or less, as any other day. He had a pair of jeans, slightly faded simply from use, and a plain white tee-shirt. However, since it was training day, he also donned a thin, light blue, long sleeved button down shirt. He kept the top half of the buttons undone for now, and he didn’t tuck the edges in.

He kept the black slip on shoes for now, and folded his pajamas and the towel he used. That would all go into the shower’s hamper on his way out. He didn’t know how they knew what clothing belonged to whom, but they just seemed to know, so he didn’t worry about it. Twitch stared in the direction of the other shower for a minute before leaving. I’m not ready for this. He didn’t want to do this whole training schmaining thing. He wanted to just work on pushing his own abilities to the limit, but there wasn’t much choice in the matter.

He still worked with and for Father. His loyalty was absolute in the sense that what Father wanted of Twitch, Twitch gave without hesitation. He was nowhere near being physically ready to oppose Father, and he knew that at least. It was something for much farther down the road. How far depended upon how much he could push himself, how far his abilities could actually go. For now, if Father asked him to jump, Twitch would jump. Asking how high would simply be hesitating.

Twitch left the bathing room then, choosing to swing by the kitchen for a quick toasted bagel with cream cheese and an orange juice. He’d snag some protein bars for later in the day when he needed an extra kick to his energy level. Then he’d wait near the elevators that would take him to the training room until it was actually time to arrive early. Twitch wanted to get the day started so it would end that much quicker.