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Masonโs father had never imagined heโd be asking his son to get his shit together so early in his life. When Mason was twenty-one, his father, David Redding, was diagnosed with a third stage cancer, his terminal illness, however, was kept a secret from his family. Mason was given a choice, either stop his careless lifestyle and begin taking more of a leadership part in his fatherโs company or join the military, specifically the marines- which, his father hoped, would kick him into gear. Failing to please his father, Mason was forced to choose the latter. It was tough in the beginning, the boot camp, his familyโs lack of attention. Eventually, Mason was sent overseas, and during his first mission, heโd simply disappeared during an ambush on the outskirts of an Iraqi village.
Within months of his disappearance, Mason was pronounced dead after they had found unidentified remains. And following the weeks of the pronunciation, David Redding, too, passed away, leaving a mother and a daughter grieving for both father and son. Emma, Masonโs sister, had only been twelve years old then.
However, five years later, Mason returns. His story unknown, his demeanor completely changed, his body ridden in deep scars, and his mind trying to get away from the torment of the mental trauma he has gone under. His only wish of his family, to keep his โreturnโ a secret. โI need to stay dead. Nonexistent.โ They oblige, for all they care is that to them, Mason is still aliveโฆ but is he well? Something has happened to him within the deserts of the Middle East, drastically changing his personality. Heโs hiding something, something definitely dangerous. As of late, heโs behind the vigilante mask the police department has begun dubbing โThe Frankfort City Wardenโ. Others view him as a criminal, a murderer, while some view him as the modern-day Robin Hood, a savior.
- Russel Anderson is re-evaluating his friendship with Mason, he likes this version more than the previous one.
- Lily Fitzpatrick is one of the many people generally unhappy with Mason being alive, after all, he did cheat on her more than once, had even cheated on her with her mother, who she refuses to talk to, to this day.
- Lily and Russel Anderson have been sleeping with each other on and off.
- Nate Anderson, who recently came to live with his brother, Russel Anderson, meets Masonโs little sister, Emma, and begins his advances on her, in fact, heโs quite smitten by the girl, even if Mason doesnโt see fit that Emma date this bad boy.
- Cyla Jonesโ new conquest is Mason, even if her Best Friend, Lily, used to date him. She sees no problem in that, especially since Lily has been screwing Russel.
- Mason is determined to get Lily back, but his plans are often put on hold ever-since heโs returned and taken Frankfort City by storm in his hooded alter-persona. Heโs not immune to Cylaโs advances either.
- Russel Anderson will be the first to find out Masonโs alter-persona.
- Emma, Masonโs little sister, has gotten into drugs and the party scene, following in her brotherโs previous footsteps. Her mother assumes it is because of the grief.
NAME | AGE | FACE CLAIM | ROLE | AVAILABILITY
Mason Redding | 26 | FC: Stephen Amell | โWarden The Vigilanteโ | Taken by IamDone
Lily Fitzpatrick | 23 | FC: Amber Heard | The Ex-Girlfriend | Taken by Calvazara
Russel Anderson | 27 | FC: James Franco | The Best Friend | Taken by IamDone
Cyla K. Jones | 24 | FC: Olivia Wilde | The Reporter, Lilyโs Best Friend | Taken by ~Lonesome Butterfly~
Nate Anderson | 19 | FC: Steven R. McQueen | Russelโs Brother | Taken by Calvazara
Emma Redding | 17 | FC: Willa Holland | The Sister | Taken by Mela
Marian Redding | 49 | FC: Patricia Clarkson | The Mother | NPC
Gregory Pattison | 38 | FC: Robert Downey Jr | The Detective | NPC
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Tucking his hands in his pant pockets, he glanced over his shoulder at his bed, then the dresser. This wasn't home, it couldn't feel so strange. After a long, drawn-out sigh, Mason crossed the room and left, finding himself wandering towards his father's office. Like his room had, it still stood pretty much in the same way, nothing had been moved, or replaced. Nothing thrown out, except it was immaculately clean, as if it was cleaned each day. He moved towards the large mahogany desk sitting in the middle of the room, and sat down into the leather chair, the fabric creaking beneath his weight. His father's presence was long gone, and yet Mason could still feel him around here. He took the next half hour, idly glancing around the room, the contents on top of the table, then took the time to open each drawer and take in his father's presence little by little. Reminiscing, if you must.
For a while, nothing had jumped out at him except a folded letter attached to a small notebook with a rubberband. He wouldn't have touched anything if it wasn't addressed to him. 'Mason, my Son' was written on the folded letter in the cursive writing that was recognizable as his father's. He slowly removed the rubberband and unfolded the letter. Dated to just about five years ago, it had been written in haste. Mason's brows creased as he read the letter, taking in all of the information that his father provided him. It was a last minute demand, a request, but it sounded more like begging. David Redding confessed to all the misdeeds he had done, and was begging his son to 'make it right'. It also spoke of the notebook underneath the letter, it was a list of people who had done the same as David had, a list of people his father worked with.
"Mason?" His mother's voice startled him out of his thoughts. Marian was still an attractive woman, the grieving hadn't done any harm to her, it seemed. And there she stood in the doorway, a golden mane neatly piled in curls. She was dressed in a cocktail dress, possibly heading out, Mason figured. After he had looked up at her, setting the letter and notebook down, she stepped into the room, smiling warmly at her son. "Your friend is here," she began, then as she looked on, she smiled wider. "You know, your father would have loved to see you in that chair like that." It was a stab in the heart, for if it wasn't for his stubborn refusal for responsibility, maybe he wouldn't have let his father down so terribly. Mason stood, silent.
"I'm heading out, don't get into trouble," she patted his shoulder as he passed her.
"I won't," after a brief kiss was planted on her cheek, he headed downstairs to see who had decided to welcome him. Not many had in the past few days.
"Rusty," Mason grinned, jogging down the last set of winding stairs. "Good to see you, man," Mason shook his hand and drew him into a hug.
"I didn't believe them when they told me," Rusty chuckled, returning the hug. Rusty was definitely hesitant, however, Mason could feel that thickly. "So I'm here to take you out on the town-- like good ol' times, huh," he continued.
"Ahh, I don't know," Mason resisted, rubbing the back of his neck, with the thought to find an excuse as he stood in front of his friend. Needless to say, he'd done harm to their friendship before, so Mason did little to find an excuse. He wasn't too keen on going out anymore, but for old times sake, he'd humor his friend for the night.
Once the crystalline drug had finally melted, Emma put down both lighter and spoon, unpacking a clean syringe. She didnโt like re-using them. It made her feel like a dirty addict, and she wasnโt. Then, drawing the liquid into the plastic container, Emma took a deep breath, looking at it. No one gave a shit about her, she knew that. Emma had been using meth for the past month, and other drugs before that. Alcohol even earlier, and her mother hadnโt even cared enough to notice. She never did. And Mason, who had been home for a few days, obviously still saw her as some good little kid, as if she was still the sister he had left. Emma didnโt know if she was most angry at him, hating him for leaving her to become thisโฆ this personโฆ or happy that he was home and alive at last, even if he barely noticed her presence. She extended her right arm, tapping the most upper vein with two fingers before pushing the needle into it, her thumb pressing down the plunger with not a sliver of hesitation. No matter what, he clearly didnโt want to be the brother she needed him to be.
Finally, Emma put the syringe back on her night table along with the spoon and lighter, looking at the three while the meth coursed through her veins, relaxing her body, her mind slipping from confusing turmoil into a steady haze, and she closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. She sat there for a while, enjoying the sensation of feelingโฆ nothing. She simply was, nothing more, nothing less, and she didnโt care. She had told herself a long time ago to stop caring, but part of her would always remain that naรฏve little 12 year-old her brother still thought her to be. As for her mother, now that Mason was home, attention was even less on her โ as if that could have been possible. Then young girl opened her eyes slowly once she felt completely at peace, and then got up from the bed, smoothing out her outfit for the day before walking out the door. She didnโt yet know what she was going to do; probably just out to take a walk. Sheโd see where that took her.
She was about to slide on her sunglasses on her way down the stairs, when she spotted Mason with Rusty. She stilled, her hand on the handle of the stairs. Frankly she was a little surprised. She watched the pair silently, but when they spoke of going out, she snorted, finally sliding on her sunglasses. Her eyes would betray her current high, so she hid them; force of habit. She walked the rest of the way down the stairs, her heels clicking harmoniously. She did stop at the foot of said stairs however, unsure of what to do with the situation. In the end, she just spoke. What did she care anyway? The words rolled easily off her tongue, her voice ringing out in a playful tone, โdonโt tell me you guys are heading out without me.โ Wry smile curving her lips, she then added breezily, โoh, hey Rusty.โ
Now, however, the mixture of emotions filling her body confused the blonde attorney, she felt like a thirteen girl again with raging hormones and had been like that since Rusty told her a few days ago. So she did what anyone would do in her situation, she buried herself in work, trying to keep thoughts of her inevitable meeting with Mason at bay, although this was proving to be easier said than done.
That morning Lily woke before her alarm albeit she had hardly slept, her mind seemed to ignore her plea too stop over thinking things. Sitting up she swung her legs over the side of her large bed, the cold of her apartment instantly hitting her bare arms. With a shiver the blonde walked across her wooden floor towards the bathroom, immediately turning the shower on; once stripped of her pyjamas, Lily stepped into the hot shower, relief, as the warm water washed over her. After washing her hair and everything else you do in the shower, Lily stepped out, wrapping the small white towel around her body. She proceeded to get ready for work; hair, make up, clothes, breakfast and she was ready to go, slipping on her coat, grabbing her bag and walked out her door.
It wasn't a long walk from her apartment to her office and it took her past her favourite coffee shop, which she was just about to walk through the door through, Afterall Lily couldn't start the day without her first cup of coffee.
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For the past hour and a half Cyla had been stuck in a late meeting at her newspapers - "The City Times" - skyscraper downtown. She had learned to perfect the nod and smile routine - acting as if she really cared and was paying attention when it was really the exact opposite, however as it neared in on the second hour she couldn't help but begin to appear bored, as she twirled a strand of her hair, tapped her heel on the ground, and stared out at the remarkably clear night sky via the 20th floor window.
She'd be snapped out of her daydream though by the 2nd in command - Jared Holmes, a man who loathed not being paid attention to or adored when in a crowd.
"I'm sorry Ms. Jones, am I boring you?"
His voice quickly made her sit up straight and stare in his direction. "No, never, my mind was just on something else for a moment. Never mind that though, please continue....you have my undivided attention."
"Oh no, please, if you have something more important to bring to the table by all means, do....."
It took everything in Cyla not to roll her eyes, as his gesture for her to speak was an obvious taunt - daring her to come up with something better than him in front of the entire team of reporters. He didn't expect her to take the bait, and she hadn't planned on it, however when she caught a glimpse of a slight mistake in his bi-weekly budget add-up on the dry erase board she couldn't resist the urge.
"Well, unless our budget is 1.6 million i think you might want to remove a couple zeros from the base sum on that board there. I mean i think we'd all dig a budget of 1.6 mil for the next two weeks but something tells me the big dogs up top would die first before giving us lowly reporters so much dough."
Giggles and all-out laughs could be heard around the room as Cyla crossed her legs and smirked. It was obvious Jared wanted nothing more but to deck her, however in an attempt to save-face he chopped his mistake up to "being human" and quickly bypassed her jab.
Cyla would go straight back to staring out at the stars and bright lights, but this time she'd be left alone until the meeting finally came to an end twenty minutes later.
Jared tried to stop her on her way out, but not being in the mood to hear one of his "You should be more appreciative to be here, others would kill to be in your shoes" speeches, Cyla made up an excuse about being late to dinner with her mother as to why she had to jot out of the door faster than she originally came in it.
As she hopped up into her black & red off-road Silverado her Metallic Red Samsung Galaxy Note2 began to buzz with missed calls - most from her mother. The two hadn't talk in a few days due to her busy schedule at work an it was becoming more than obvious that her mother was dying to get her on the phone, however after another long day the last person Cyla felt like talking to was her mom. So without a second thought she'd throw the phone in the passenger seat along with her purse, and then pull out of the parking garage in record speed.
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Cyla was only a few minutes from her place with Lily before her favorite bar/nightclub came into sight - Piccolos. She had driven by it longingly for the past several days but she couldn't do so on this night, her brain was utterly taxed from all the things Jared had been dishing out her way, so instead of passing the bar by she'd bully a Prius out of a parking spot a few steps away from the front door.
Once inside she'd brush out the few wrinkles in her red high-wasted pencil skirt and white fitted tank before sighing in relief. There was an instant comfort she found in such a place, an as soon as she spotted an open stool towards the end of the bar she'd make her way over towards it, hop up, and kick her shoes off - to reveal her rainbow painted toe nails.
"Hey there baby girl, it's been too long......thought you had maybe moved on from us common folk here." a middle age bartender named Ginger let out, before patting Cyla on the back. The two had known each other for as long as Cyla started coming in - which was years ago.
"No i'm just swamped, like, incredibly swamped at work. Those people honestly drive me up the walls sometimes, and i don't know......guess i'm in need of a drink right about now."
"The usual Long Island Ice Tea?"
"Yeah, but make it with no ice...."
"Oh la la - going hardcore tonight eh?"
"Hey, i'm always hardcore! Harder than a diamond baby!" Cyla joked with a silly pose. The two would laugh for a few seconds before Ginger walked off to fix her drink.
As Cyla waited her mother again called. She knew it was to gossip or to once again push her into coming to some corporate big-wigs masquerade ball Saturday night, so instead of listening to the same spill she turned her phone off......but not before texting Lilly; "I'll probably be home late tonight. Come join me at Piccolos if ya want. <3 Cy."
Once refreshed, Nate left the bathroom, slumping back down on his bed, reaching for the already rolled joint resting on his bedside table, lighting it he brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply, repeating the ritual a couple of times until he began to feel relief. He had to laugh at himself, openly smoking a joint in his room, without even trying to conceal the evidence, anyone of his family members could walk in on him at this present moment and would be too far up their own ass to even notice let alone care, so why should he? Why should he try and hide it? Hunger filled his senses with the rumbling of his stomach, as he stumped out the roll up in the ash tray, when was the last time he ate? He doesn't remember eating last night, fuck, he doesn't remember any of last night! Dragging his weight from his bed, Nate trudged down the stairs and towards the kitchen "Rusty" he called out groggily, seeing if his brother was home, although he suspected he wasn't. His suspicions were confirmed by silence, 'probably out with Mason or Lily' he surmised opening the fridge.
Brown eyes scanning the shelves he spotted left over pizza "perfect" he smiled grabbing the slices, quickly heating them up before returning to his room. Turning on the tv he flicked through the channels before settling on family guy, he remained like that until an idea popped into his head. Grabbing his phone, the brunette searched for Emma's name in his contact list, it wasn't hard to find, 'Want to skip school today and do something fun?' he quickly punched in before sending.
Whilst waiting for a reply, Nate took the opportunity to get ready, changing into dark jeans, converse and a tee. Grabbing his keys, wallet, phone and of course a joint, he left the apartment, heading straight to the buildings garage and towards his baby an iron 883 Harley Davidson. The bike roared to life and Nate tore out of the garage, not heading in any direction just waiting until Emma text him back.
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And Gem, Lily not going just because Mason is, isn't being stubborn... it's being immature. xD No offence. If she really wants to show that she's over him and that he doesn't have a hold on her, she'd go. But hey, your character. =P
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Lmfao, and your parents didn't happen to smell it, or were they simply cool with it? =P Some parents are. Mine, however, would kill me if I ever had my brother smoking weed. Hahaha. Not that he doesn't without my help, but that's besides the point. xD
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And you never know with her, we used to smoke weed in our parents garage often XDD
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And I'm not saying she's horrible. Haha. xD It's not like she's giving you drugs, right?
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... yay for never needing one? Lol. Most times when I've been out, it's been with older friends and we've just been very convincing... which sounds really wrong. Lol! I swear we never did anything! xD
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Would Cyla and the others be aware of Mason being alive? I'm guessing so from the first post, but then again the main page synopsis made me wanna come ask in the OOC to be sure.(i know she wouldn't know of his alter-ego though)
I'll wait to you respond before i post IAD. :)