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Nadine Vasquez

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by and that makes all the difference."

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a character in “Inhumans”, as played by .euphoria.

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F U L LXN A M E

      "No matter how many times I tried running off I always kept my ma's name. Vasquez, I don't even know why but it's the only thing I left of her."

      Nadine Lucia Vasquez-Griffin

N I C K N A M E S

      Dine (Pronounced like Dean) {By friends before El Cielo || Hates Now} || De-De {The guards who have to watch her || Hates}

A L I A S

      "Hey, what can I say? We could never agree on anything especially a name to call ourselves."

      Atlas {Nadine} || Harley || Zodiac

B I R T HXD A T E

      "Go figure. I'm a cancer, the most dangerous off all of the signs."

      July 1st, 2071

A G E

      Twenty-seven {27} years old

O R I G I N S

      The Bronx, New York (Newborn-16 yr. old) | Manhattan, New York (17 yrs. old) | Fatherhood Post-Human Research Labs, Washington D.C (17-21 yrs. old) | Manhattan Prison (22-23) | Manhattan, New York (23-24 yrs. old) | El Cielo Penitentiary, Mental Ward, New Orleans, Louisiana (24-present)

S E X U A L I T Y

      "Complicated..."

      Heterosexual {Nadine} // Bisexual {Harley} // Asexual {Zodiac}

E T H N I C I T Y

      25% Puerto Rican, 15% Italian, and 10% Russian {Mother} and 50% African-American/Black {Father}

P O S I T I O N

      "I don't know what they were thinking."

      Leader and Powers Specialist

C R I M E S

      "I never thought she would go through with it. She always said she would make them pay but I-I just thought she was just talking out of spite of what they did to us for all those years. But next thing I know I'm surrounded by President Tate's kids, covered in their blood looking down at the horrified looks on their faces and instead of feeling bad all I could was laugh. I--I finally lost it, but I finally, finally got back at the man who did this to me! And I would die before taking back what they did."

      150+ Counts of Murder, Treason, Torture, Holding of 150+ Hostages. Reasonable for the Washington D.C Valentine's Day Massacre and the murders of President Tate's only daughter, Daisy Tate and youngest son, Lawrence Tate.

TIMEXA TXE LXC I E L OX:XS E N T E N C E

      "Three years of a 4000 year sentence for something I have no memory of committing."


      3 years // 456 year life sentence a.k.a life but, committed to the mental ward of El Cielo 2 years ago.
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H E I G H T

      5'11

W E I G H T

      156 lbs.

B O D YXT Y P E

      Tall and very athletic build

H A I RXC O L O R

      Growing up, her family never was one for letting their 'young star' change her look. She was their little dancer, destined for greatness but in order to get there. She needed to keep the same innocent, angelic look with the long flowing yet kinky brown hair that she got from her father's side to frame her very defined jawline and cheekbones. When she left home at the age of seventeen to try and make money to send back home, she decided to cut her hair off. First it was a pixie cut before becoming a their little guinea pig who made her shave her hair off. She kept it shaved for three and a half years throughout her 'therapy' but once being released but before she was arrested she was allowed to let it grow to where it is now, still short but long enough to somewhat style it. But it wasn't like it used to be instead of the brown color she was born with it began turning pure white from the chemicals they put into her body, something she used to hate but has now gotten used to.

E Y EXC O L O R

      Strikingly clear, almost transparent blue in her right eye and crimson red in her left. As if to be a reminder of the two other people inside of her but, you will always know when Zodiac is in control by the way her eyes slowly turn into a deep dark, nearly tar black color but have been seem to change in the blink of an eye when someone tries to piss her off just to see just how in control Nadine is of herself and the others, or when she's infuriated and trying to kill someone.

S K I NXC O L O R

      Tan but, Olive

T A T T O O S,XS C A R S, &XM A R K I N G S

      There's a reason she's been put into solitary confinement and doped up for the past three months and by the look of the scratch marks all over her body it can become a lot clearer. They're not from her trying to hurt herself. It's the others trying to escape from the inside out or at least make Nadine angry in order to get one of the others in charge. Which is why she covers up her legs and her shoulders covered at all times. Other than those she does have faint scars all over her back from the experiments they preformed on her over the years including one right on her spinal cord that can paralyze her when pressed hard enough, something the guard loves to use against her. While she was in and out of prison, she did get her fair share of tattoos including: half sleeves on both of her arms that was started when she was 17 and finished around the age of 22 right before the massacre [X], after the experiments and testing was over and she found Harley and Zodiac she, well Harley thought it be a great idea to get a tattoo for Nadine to remember the two of them; two playing cards to represent her (A heart and a queen of diamonds) surrounding a heart along with a gun with the letters 'H,N, Z' in the middle, and a hellfire surrounding the heart, cards, and gun to represent Zodiac.

G E N E R A LXA P P E A R A N C E

      When you think of an average crazy, imprisoned girl from the movies, you might go to the vision of a super pale, dirty haired, and fragile looking young lady. But, you see. Nadine is the complete opposite of that with her short white hair with light blonde undertones, lightly tanned skin from the days she is actually allowed to go out and her heritage, to her perfectly crafted, defined body, and the bright white teeth. Nadia stands far above most other girls her age at a height of 5'11. And even with her looks and height, she still doesn't see herself as the most attractive woman in the world. But, in reality none of her or her family members could be seen as anything other than beautiful. Not with their dark hair, defined features, and stunning bright green and blue eyes. But like most things Nadia stands out with hers being two different colors. One being a clear, transparent almost blue and the other being the color of crimson, a bright but unnerving color of red when she looks at you all caused by the experiments. People have told her that her eyes are so bright people can see the fire and passion from her heart coming out through her emotion filled eyes but that they can still see something hiding underneath them. Which comes through when Zodiac is starting to take over as seen with how Nadine's eyes turn as black as night. And while she is tall, she is far from 'lanky'. Her body has always had its small 'guitar shape' with curves more on the bottom half of her body than up top but ever since she could remember with her ballet and gymnastics. She treated her body like a machine and because of it even while being in her little 'cushion room'. She has kept all of her muscle, definition, and tone. And while she doesn't have a bodybuilder type of body, she has been known to intimidate people of both genders with her size and ability. Her hair used to be very long, with kinky curls for days, and chocolate brown but when she was apart of the experiments her hair began turning grey until it turned complete white. With her heritage, her skin is always quite tan but has become paler over the years. That has not changed she still has the deep tan olive color to her skin. Yet, if there was anything she hated more about her height it would have to be those goddamn freckles that are all over her face. They're light. They are but if one is to look at her long enough they would see how they go from one side of her face the the other right over her nose. She doesn't have a real reason why she hates them other then they make her stand out and makes people stare at her more than she likes.
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The wish Nadine will admit to having is getting out of the fucking nuthouse but since she knows that's never happening. Hell, she's lucky that they allow her to be without her straitjacket after all the shit she's pulled esp. about the stuff getting her committed in the first place. If would be realistic? She would want complete control of her mind, not to say she wants the two troublemakers go for good but she wants them to be nothing more than voices not people who can take control of her body and mind at will when Nadine's not at her strongest or unconscious. And believe it or not but before being sentenced to life in the mental ward of El Cielo she did have a love life. Sure Harley started it but she fell in love and she would wish to know just what happened to her lost love. She's been told by guards that he was killed which caused her to go crazy for awhile but she wants to know exactly what happened.

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She petrified of the idea of either of them completely taking over her mind and having complete control of her and her life while she left screaming from the inside hope to get through them esp. Zodiac. She gained control of Nadine once for so long that she was able to go on to commit the second largest massacre in this country after the bombing out West meaning because Nadine couldn't control her is the reason she's in this hellhole in the first place. But Zodiac wasn't the one who got her committed, oh no that was Nadine all on her own with maybe a little help from Harley but after being committed to the mental ward she began going completely crazy with anger and trying to harm anyone who came near her meaning they began drugging her to make her behave and be 'their good little girl'. Which she began having PTSD about, being in a coma like state because of the drugs they would give her. They officials would do things to her and the others like her because they couldn't fight back they would rape them, assault them, force feed them, go months without bathing them all because they could and wanted to teach them a lesson. She has been put on them on and off for the past two years but her last dosage was for the last two months before Agent Parker demanded they took her off of them three weeks ago.Because of what she went through during her 'druggie' days she terrified of being touched anymore in anyway, violent or loving it's the easiest way to get Zodiac to make a brief appearance. More than anything, as contradicting as it is she's afraid to be alone in her own mind. Harley and even Zodiac have been with her for almost ten years now and if something were to happen where they just left or disappeared. Nadine doesn't know what she would do. She would probably be pushed over the edge once more like she was with the massacre only this time the only person getting hurt would be herself.

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Nadine has only three regrets in life and they can all be linked to the decision to get paid to be experimented on. Number one is leaving home without telling her family where she was going when she dropped out of the academy because her family could no longer afford it. If she could go back in time she would at least tell her family where she was going but over time she lost track of where her family was when the moved. The second one is the massacre for obvious reasons. She regrets letting her emotions get the best of her and allowing Zodiac the chance to take over in order to 'get vengeance for Nadine' towards President Tate and his little mindless followers. It because of that that Dine is in El Cielo in the first place. And 3) She regrets allowing herself to get the testing and experimentation on. They said it would be a painless and quick as they were just trying to see if it would be possible to replicate the gene for Post-Humans and by being Test Subject A1 she was entitled to a lot of money but it ended up going on for years leading to the creation of Harley and Zodiac and cash she could never use since she has life in prison.

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Divided Mind: Because of the experiments and the chemicals put into Nadine's body she is subjected to these personalities, which can be evoked at variable times. Some personas may be passive or aggressive, some may have different powers which both of hers do. The separate identity a.k.a Harley and Zodiac are inhabiting Nadine's hosting body is attributed as a specific symbiote. In most cases this identity can exist for an extensive period of time in which Dine may have no prior knowledge of the identity's existence. Hell she didn't know about Harley until age 19 and Zodiac until a year before the massacre at 22. While she does have different powers she cannot use them without that person being in control of their body/vessel.

Nadine's Powers: While Nadine may seem to have tons of powers, she can only use them when that person is in charge of her body meaning she rarely used Zodiac's powers and Harley's comes on her own without even a warning. But, on her own. She has the power of Superhuman Athleticism. Mainly dealing with Agility and Balance with having just Enhanced Reflexes and Flexibility all from Nadine being a natural born gymnast from birth but become superhuman from the gene. Something that doesn't help when it comes to her cell when Harley's in charge who loves to climb in and around before the moved her into solitary confinement.

Harley's Powers: Harley is unlike Nadine in so many ways. While Nadine tries to hide her insanity Harley loves to show it off along with her powers of Mind Reading and [url]http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Shapeshifting]Shapeshifting[/url]. Which she uses in order to get under the skin of those around her from bringing up sexual thoughts to bringing up loved ones that they're probably thinking about just in case it's their last thought before Zodiac comes out to kill them. And while seem like the less powerful of the two, she is completely and utterly fearless with nerves of steel and no fears.

Zodiac's Powers: Zodiac unlike Harley is completely unstable. Where Harley is crazy, she at least has her powers mastered while Zodiac likes the idea of having her powers just go wild when she's in control. She has to overall powers: 1) Feral Mind meaning Zodiac is able to tap into primal, unstoppable rage that allows them to perform in vastly increased capacity including enhanced agility, instincts, reflexes, strength, and vitality, taking and inflicting damage that they wouldn't in her normal state. In some cases like the Valentine's Day Massacre, Zodiac's mind can descended so far into the feral rage that, mentally, she was little more than animistic. But more than that, she can't just hurt your body she can also hurt your mind and make you break like she did years ago with her power of Pain Inducement where she is able to cause varying levels of pain, including mental and/or emotional, to their targets using supernatural means like nothing more than eye contact. The woman cannot yet induce physical pain on her targets.




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Nadine Vasquez's Story

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Character Portrait: Allysha Harding Character Portrait: Jason Dunford Character Portrait: Tommy Elsafty Character Portrait: Natsumi Harada Character Portrait: Ellie Vilks Character Portrait: Daniel Braxton Character Portrait: Agent Scarlet Parker Character Portrait: Nadine Vasquez Character Portrait: Adam Dunford
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DAY : March 16th, 2099

TIME: 10:00 P.M

LOCATION: Agent Washington D.C, United State of America










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“Miss. Parker, explain to me again why I should allow this--... This gang of yours to proceed?” President Tate said as he turned his icy blue eyes to the blonde agent as he slid the file back towards her labeled ‘Vasquez, Nadine’ “Well, with all due respect, President Tate, I wouldn’t call my Task Force a gang so to speak because while gangs are known to commit crimes, this task group would allow some evil, money hungry, insane, and overall bad people actually be able to do some good with their powers.” Vice President Coin scoffed. “Do some good?! So you bring together a known terrorist, two runaways, an infamous schizophrenic murderer, the brother of your… boy toy, Agent Dunford, your extortionist of a foster sister, and let not forget to mention, the son of President Tate who is a serial killer who takes credit cards.” Scarlet was never fond of Coin for numerous reasons maybe because of her talk shit attitude while instead of being logical and unbiased loved to throw one’s personal life into their face like how she would with Scarlet about her foster sister, her daughter, but more than anyone, her fiancé, Jason Dunford or ‘Sentinel’, to most people but to her he was always just Jason. But, Scarlet could roll with the punches. “I never said they were perfect heroes. All I said is that these criminals are the worst of the worst while being the best at what they do.” She tossed the files towards Coin and watched as she reluctantly looked at them. “Daniel Tate, or Daniel Braxton has the best precision and aim of anyone, human or post while also having combat skills that are impeccable.” Amelia Coin barely looked up as she continued to the file labeled ‘Vasquez, Nadine’. “Nadine Vasquez. Was top of her class at the academy before getting mutated by your labs--..”

”Now, she knew the risk of being test subject A.” Tate said as if he was trying to cover his ass. Which he was, so was everyone else involved. No one wanted to be responsible for ruining that poor girl’s mind and then being surprised when she committed a massacre like the one she did. Don’t get Scar wrong, Nadine was dangerous but she was powerful. “Of course she did. But because of the experiments, she’s powerful not to mention smart. Before being test subject A, she was top in her class in both field work and in intelligence. She had a 200 IQ.” She could tell Tate was getting interested. “And now?” She flipped to the next page showing her erratic brainwave. “It hasn’t changed when Nadine is in control and with the others it varies from childlike in her persona A, known by Harley to Van Tombler in Persona B, aka Zodiac.” Van Tombler was one of the smartest people of their time, the man who was able to crack the code to the mutant gene.

"With three people in that head of hers comes three sets of powers, all different. And she has leverage and with leverage comes power.” Coin scoffed. “You are aware that with those powers she was able to kill over 100 people and hurt 200 others? Not to mention the children of the first family. Or the fact that she’s in the mental ward all drugged up because she put three guards in the hospital.” Coin said as she tossed the file back to the agent. “Yes, but what you’re forgetting is that she killed all of those people within minutes and she got those officers just by looking at them. If you were able to control that fire, those powers along with the six others they would be unstoppable.”

“And just how would you control supercriminals like these if you don’t mind me asking.” Scarlet kept her eyes on Coin the entire time. “I do mind. That information is between President Tate and me on how I will control them.” The older woman took a deep breath before sitting up straight. It was silent for a moment before the President broke the tense silence. “And if this fails?” Scarlet chucked as she filmed to a photo of the inmates all in a lineup. “Easy. They’re criminals for a reason, they’re known for messing things up. If anything goes wrong or it fails. They take the blame and are thrown right back into prison.” President Tate reached for his pin and the file needing his signature before signing he looked up at the younger woman. “One year, Agent Parker. One. To the day, do I make myself clear?” Scarlet began to grow a smile on her face as she nodded. “Yes! Yes, sir. Thank yo--..”He held up one finger making Scarlet quiet down. “I refuse to allow a human woman like yourself go around criminals like them. Which is why I will be sending security with you for your protection.” The blonde took a deep breath and nodded. At this moment Tate sounded just like Jason. Stating how she needed protection because of one reason or another. “Yes, sir.” Noticing the expression on her face, James Tate cracked a small smile. “Come now, Miss. Parker. I think you’ll find yourself quite fond of the man in charge of your security detail.” Not long after this conversation the three of them were going their separate ways out of the empty restaurant that they have rented out for their meeting. She shook both of their hands before getting into her black town car which took her home where she waited for her night to truly begin.










DAY : March 17th, 2099

TIME: 6:00 A.M

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Scarlet could hear her heart pounding and her shaky breath as she looked up at the skylight above her bed as she rubbed the sweat off of her forehead and moved strands of long blonde hair out of her eyes. For her there was no better way to end her day with anyone other than the Sensational Sentinel himself, Jason Dunford. As she tried to catch her breath she couldn't help but chuckle. ”You know what? This might be the best night I’ve had all week.” She turned to her and pulled herself to her boyfriend’s chest as she looked up at him with a small smirk before going on to kiss him jaw. She knew he couldn’t stay with her all night and as much as she wanted him to. The brighter it would get outside and the easiest for Jason to be seen. Jason smiled at Scarlet's kiss, with his grin only getting wider. "It's starting to sound like you only want me for my body. I mean I get the super durability is appealing. But I'm more than a pretty face, and great abs." He smirked. Scarlet laughed as she softly pressed her forehead to his jaw. "I know you are but, the face and body definitely do help." She pulled herself even closer to Jason as she listened to her man. "But you know what babe, She sighed as she snuggled into his shoulder. "Mm. What's that?"

"Even still every night with you is the best night of my life."He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and kissed her forehead. Sure, it might have been a corny, and cheesy thing to say, but to him it was still the truth. He always did have a way of making Agent Scarlet Parker, the cold heart of Division A1 somewhat human especially when he said things so cheesy towards her but, hey they work. They worked when they were in their twenties and it worked now. Not that she would ever let him know that. She scoffed as she pushed him. "Oh dear God, please stop. I don't need to hear that.". When he kissed her forehead, she moaned softly before looking up at him and giving him another kiss on the lips before laying back on him. She knew he would have to leave soon but, right now she just wanted to stay like this with him taking in the afterglow. She didn't even want to think about anything else not the bruises on her body from training in the morning (and how she would probably have to explain or lie to Jason how she got them) or her meeting with President Tate and Vice President Coin about Task Force Omega and the last finishing touches to the program including profiles on the seven she had chosen which were at first on her dresser but were now all over her dark wooden floor with a few now being covered by her red dress and black blazer. But she wasn't thinking about that right now. After holding her for a moment Jason let out an annoyed sigh.

"Well, I better get my clothes on, and get out of here before someone spots the walk of shame." She lost her smile as she sigh. "I guess you're right." He followed with a smirk. Jason released Scarlet from his embrace, and began putting on his shirt, and pants. When he got out of bed Scarlet pulled her legs to her chest as she watched him get dressed for a moment before getting out of bed herself with her blanket to cover herself and the small bruises over her body mainly around her arms. "You know, I'm really starting to feel cheap. Maybe you could get me some....I don't know, diamonds, or a sports car or something? What do people get usually get their secret lovers?" She scoffed. "Oh please." She kissed him softly before heading over to her closet to slip on one of his sweatshirts that he left over her house and she decided that she was going to keep as her own. "Is spending the night with me not good enough anymore because it seemed like enough when I was young, and skinny, and pretty." She threw her hair up in a ponytail and headed towards her papers to pick them up. "And I mean, you're the rich, sexy, heroic celebrity 'bachelor' not me. So, shouldn't I get something?" She smirked as she looked up at him before continuing to reorganize the papers.

Jason let out a soft sigh at her jabs at her own age, and body. Even if he knew she was joking, he didn't care too much to hear her talk about herself in such a way. "Oh you're right. I need to start showering you in love and affection." Jason said as he crept up behind Scarlet, lightly kissing the back of her neck, and slightly nibbling on her ear. "Mm. That's right.” She turned towards him with a wink before picking up the rest of the photos and files and fixing them into the folder the needed to be in. She couldn't afford to mess anything up especially because of a rather fun night she had with her boyfriend. She wasn't paying close attention to Jason until she jumped slightly when he wrapped his arms around her. When he kissed her neck she laughed and wrapped her arms around his. "I need to start treating you like the goddess you are. Can't risk you going off with the next big trend in superheroes." He then began tenderly rubbing her shoulders. For someone with such strength, and durability it was surprising how gentle he can be. She let her head sink into his shoulder as he massaged her shoulders which were sore from training. "Well, if you keep this coming. I'll be staying around for a long, long time." She looked at him and kissed his cheek. Before she could even kiss him again she saw him look at the clock she had on her nightstand along with a photo of the two of them at the Fatherhood annual ball where they went other people but kept slipping away to be alone. Jason glanced over at the clock, and groaned at the time. "As much fun as the lovey dovey banter is, and it really is, I really do need to get going." He sighed as he pulled away from her. As he pulled away from her she let out a sigh in disappointment.

"Afraid if we keep it up I might have to drag you back into bed in a manly fashion." He smirked as he continued to get dressed. A smirk slid on her face as she looked towards him, watching him get dressed. "Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?" She slipped the mugshots of the criminals into their files before stacking them all away with one special one on top of the rest. "So you got the meeting with Tate and Coin about Omega today right?”

"That's right." She said without even turning around. She already how their conversation was going to turn out. With the two of them arguing about if it was a good idea or not and one of them just storming off to cool off, mostly Scarlet seeing that she felt like she could handle it. "Look, I'm not going to argue about it again with you......Just, I hope you know what you're doing." Her eyebrows furrowed as she listened to him. Jason has had his misgivings about the task force. Sure he's all for giving people second chances, but these were super criminals. Even if his brother was one of them. "Just.....be careful ok? I love you, I don't want you to get hurt." It surprised her but, it was nice. The blonde walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck before bringing him in for a long kiss while she went on her tiptoes. When she pulled away she looked at his lips and sighed before looking up into his eyes, laying one hand on his jaw.

"Jason, I know you love me and I love you. You know I do but, I know what I'm doing. I can handle myself, they can't break me." She took a deep breath before reaching for the first file in the stack with the word security stamped on it with red ink before handing it to her man. "You aren't the only one who wants me safe anyway. President Tate thought it would be for the best for me to have protection so, he chose the best of best." She knew that having security would make Jason feel better about her leaving especially when he realized the 'best of the best' chosen to go down South with her for almost year was him. That was the one thing that killed her about Project Omega was leaving him for so long with not being able to have any contact with him. But she was also on the fence about having him come with her. She knew he meant well and that he just wanted her safe but she was afraid that with him being overprotective of her would get in the way of her work. She didn’t want to be in his shadow where people thought that the poor, little normal couldn’t handle things on her own without her big, bad guard dog around. She watched him look at the file before setting it down on her bed before looking at him. "You have the right to refuse if you want, of course." Even though they've been together all this time, there was always a part of her that felt as if he didn't want to be around her for long which probably wasn't helped by the idea that the two were always sneaking out of each other’s homes instead of just telling the world that they were together, and in love, and had a child together. “But I couldn't help but agree. And if you are interested in being my bodyguard... We leave the moment I get the call." Jason merely glanced at the file that was handed to him, and laid in on the bed.

"I'm always going to be there for you, no matter what." He said as he placed his hands on the sides of Scarlet's face. He didn't need to read the file to tell her that. Scar smiled as she let her right hand stroke the top of his hand. "And I know you can take care of yourself. That's one of the things I love most about you. But just because you can doesn't mean I'm gonna let you. I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Sorry, I'm selfish that way." He added with a bright smile. She chuckled before kissing his palm before laying her cheek back on his hand. "Alright, let's get ready. We don't want to be late." The blonde nodded before pulling herself away from Jason in order to get ready for the day. Since she had a gut feeling that today was going to be the day.










DAY : March 17th, 2099

LOCATION: El Cielo Penitentiary, New Orleans, Louisiana, United State of America










“Time to wake up you, lousy wastes of human flesh! It another shitty day here at El Cielo especially for you lucky seven who get to do nothing until I get the call.” The acting supervisor of the prisoners, Lt. Duke Warren said over the intercom to the newly established Task Force who weren’t allowed to do anything or go anywhere outside of their corner of the prison consisting of their own cells, a common meeting area where only those with clearance were allowed to go into, and a surveillance room for the guards to watch them 24/7 along with several buttons to shock the bars on the small window in the middle of the sold steel door in order to “control” the inmates. “Oh my god. Shut up!” Could be heard coming from the ‘rubber room’ cell, with the label ‘Vasquez’ on the door along with a loud bang against metal door.

Warren chuckled as he walked out of the office and down the aisle with doors on both sides of him. “Oh man, I can’t believe they’re letting your crazy ass out, Vasquez. You’ll be back in here in a week.” He walked up to her door where the young lady was holding on to the bars. The tattooed woman fake chuckled along with the older man before reaching her hand outside of the bars trying to grab the warden but he was able to dodge her grasp. “Careful, Duke. I won’t be in her for long and when I get out where are you going to run.” Warren just stared at the girl before turning towards his buddies in the booth and grabbed his walky-talky. ”Shock’er.” Within seconds a scream could be heard as electricity crackled through her shock collar. That was used in order to keep her personas in line when they got out of control especially Zodiac. The Lieutenant laughed a bit before heading back to the office booth with the others. “Let’em out.’ And with a lock of the surveillance booth, one by one the cell began to unlock to allow the prisoners an hour and a half out of their cells after three days of being in their 24 hours a day.

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Image I'm dreaming Natsumi thought as she flew by clouds the exact color and texture as a sugary treat you'd find at a carnival. Or, so Natsumi had been told. It's not like she had ever been to one. At first, she thought she was walking, moving at a slow pace. As soon as the thought came to mind, things sped up and she found herself in the front seat of a jet. Panic took over her a moment as she realized she had never flown a plane before. But her body seemed to know what it was doing. The plane stayed level and it actually seemed pretty easy. She felt herself smiling as she pushed a lever forward and the jet's speed increased. Nat let out a whoop. A sound she had not come from her in a long time. A sound that alerted her to what was wrong about this whole thing. She didn't talk. Didn't make a sound. She hadn't in years. She couldn't. There was only one explanation.

She was dreaming.

Image Her eyes opened, she blinked a couple times before she was able to focus. It was a little dark in her cell. Shadowy. Dark enough for her to sleep, but bright enough that the cameras could see her. So they could watch her. She turned her head, eyes on the door across from her bed. She had been in this cell for three days. Her hands balled into fists. She was getting antsy. Stir crazy.

She sat up and moved back so she was leaning against the wall and let out a silent sigh, running her hands through her dark hair. Not too long after, Lt. Warren's voice rang through the cells and echoed off the walls. She felt herself sit up straighter at his words. We're being let out! She jumped up from her bed and practically ran to her door. She bounced on her toes in anticipation of freedom. Not freedom freedom of course. That was reserved for average, do gooder citizens. Not Freaks. Not criminals. Not killers like her. Like Nadine.

There was a loud buzz then an even louder bang as the lock clicked free and the door began to slowly, slowly open. This would be a problem for most people, but for Nat, she just strode out, moving through the door. Now why hadn't she used her power before? Because, she glanced at the door as she went past, it's electrified. If she tried to cross through while it was active, she would be in for an intense shock. And might even get stuck inside the door. She didn't dare try.

Image Nat paused just outside the door. What if it was a test? She turned back towards her cell, but didn't take a step towards it or away from it. Then she shrugged and continued out towards the common area. If it was a test, what would it matter? All the inmates here were dangerous. Once they were out of containment, if they were forced back inside without warning, there would be chaos. She smiled, wishing it were true for but a moment.

As she moved, her brown eyes scanned the area for Nadine. For Aly. She moved silently, as always. She often cut through some of the obstacles in her way in an attempts to make her pace quicker without running. Running through a prison is not a good idea. Too much attention drawn to those who would rather be in shadow. At least, that's what she thought about it. Once she made it to the common area, she waited in the center, eyes gazing around for her companions.

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“One, breathe, two, breathe, three, breathe, four, breathe.” Firm, thick fingers attached to broad palms supported an absolute, muscular frame. Dan always kept his breathing in check while doing push-ups, inhaling while lowering his body and exhaling while lifting. Every day, he wakes up and warms up, stretching and doing basic exercises, push-ups included. “One, breathe, two, breathe, three, breathe, four, breathe.” His third set included thirty groups of four, leaving him with one hundred and twenty push-ups. Once the set was over, Dan sat his body up, crossed his legs, opened his hand, and placed his right fist into his left palm. “Peace…” He flexed his open hand and pressed it firmly against his knuckles. “... Over power.” He repeated the motion, tensing the muscles in his arms and relaxing them.

He hated this place, missed his old cell. The guards did, however, allow him to bring a couple of things from his old humble abode before being forcefully moved to this new wing. They couldn’t say no to the ice cold, steely grey stare that Dan shot out. On the grey, hard, unforgiving concrete wall were a few pictures. One was of his younger siblings, sitting together on a bench in an amusement park. The second was of his mother and father in a similar, happy setting, except the smiling face of his father was scratched out. Next to it was a poster, a joking one that a friend gave him three years back, depicting a cat clinging to a branch with the words “hang in there” written in pink. To this day, it still makes him smile a little bit. On the adjoining wall there was a small, shatterproof mirror, but big enough so that if Dan stood back far enough he could see most of his body.

The short meditation was suddenly interrupted by the sounds of agony-filled screams. Dan furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth. “Peace…” The white haired woman, Nadine, he didn’t know her well. She knew she did what he did, kill people, and that’s why she was in here. But regardless, now, she was doing nothing wrong. She was an innocent, and, to Dan, harming an innocent is the worst possible crime that could be committed. Her shouts bounced around his head like an echo-chamber, filling his ears. He was clenching his eyes so hard all he could see was white. “Over power.” His hand closed over his fist, digging his nail into his flesh. “Peace over power.”

Another interruption; a creaking and scraping as the door to his cell groaned open, allowing him access to the small common area. His mind wandered to various places, searching for an answer. As he walked out of his room, he didn’t even bother zipping up the second part of his jumpsuit to cover his exposed, sweaty upper torso. His heavy boots clunked against the ground with each step as his cold glare swept the room, surveying all of those who intended to enter.

He stood there, just staring at everyone, fierce, gunmetal stare and all, for a solid minute or two. Until a smile cracked across Dan’s lips. He even laughed as he took a seat, propping his legs up on the table before him. “It all makes me wonder what they expect us to do in here.” He said before cackling once more. “We have less than two hours, what do they expect us to do, share tales of thievery and murder?” He smirked, turning in his chair to face a camera. “Perhaps they want us to do some team building exercises? Give us a puzzle to do together, that’ll be fun.” He stood up, maintaining eye contact with the camera. “Ooo, how about some arts and crafts? Eh? I know I want to make a macaroni necklace.” He laughed out loud once more before flopping back into his seat. While letting out some disgruntled, mumbled phrases, Dan pulled a snack out of his pocket; a protein bar in a silver wrapper. Yet another privilege the he had. To this day, Dan isn’t exactly sure why he gets all of these things. Perhaps it’s because of who he was. The mere thought made him cringe as he tore off a chunk of the bar, munch on it idly, wondering when his friend Tommy would show up.

He did spot another girl. The young, Asian girl. He did his research beforehand. She was the one with the scream, the fields and the intangibility. She would be hard to counter in a fight. Dan looked at her for a few minutes, scanning, observing, taking all of her in visually. “Yo. What’s up?”

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Tommy laughed as someone screamed from their cell. He sat in the center of his cell with crossed legs. His short burst of laughter quickly died into a dull chuckle that he dragged out. He rubbed the palms of his hands against his thighs, as his legs bounced up and down. Then he ran his hands through his hair. Then he rubbed his hands together as if trying to keep warm on a winter's day when in the crisp morning, frost hung the air. Then he put his palms to the ground to shift his sitting posture before moving his hands to rub his palms against his thighs again. Sitting still was a nightmare for Tommy. He was too twitchy and far to trigger happy to ever just sit still. Which is why this place was a nightmare for Tommy, every minute felt like twenty. He wasn't allowed stuff either. He'd proven his talent time and time again. No matter what he was given, he'd make it into a bomb. So his cell was stark. Cold empty cement filled every surface and corner. Not that he was alone in that regard, it seemed all the inmates transferred here were deprived in many ways. He knew Danny had pictures, but he'd seen little else in the way of belongings.

There was a buzz and his cell door opened. Tommy had hadn't heard what had been said, his mind currently too unfocused to pick up on anything outside himself. Getting to his feet, Tommy stuffed in hands inside the pockets of his tan jumpsuit, hiding the way they twitched. He put his head down and walked towards the main room. Danny would be there, and Tommy always wanted to see him. Tommy had nothing good in his life, certainly not now, and definitely not back then, but Danny made it okay. Sure Tommy was a dangerous individual, but here in prison he was just a physically weak guy, ripe for beating up. Danny was the tough guy who people didn't want to mess with.

With his head down, Tommy's eyes peeked up memorizing every aspect of the building around him. He watched cameras, not to make eye contact or taunt his captures. He wanted to know where they were, what they could see. Tommy also studied the building itself. Structural weak points. A small bomb on his right and on the other side of the connecting room. That would keep them distracted and spread thin for when he set of the large bomb in the corner. Surely, that bomb would be enough to cause widespread destruction and panic, if not escape. Not that he needed to do this. He'd studied this place many times before. He remembered exactly where the cameras were and where his bombs would be best placed. Perhaps he was making sure nothing had moved, nothing had changed. Or testing his memory. Most likely though, this was a part of himself that he couldn't turn off. The tactical soldier he'd been turned into. Always prepared, always surveying.

Tommy walked straight up to where Danny was, he raised his head just enough to make eye contact with the bigger man before looking back at his feet. Tommy didn't like looking at people, especially not in the eye, but for a friend like Danny he’d take the moment of discomfort. Of course, he didn't acknowledge the girl Danny had been talking to. Tommy shuffled into a chair opposite Danny, tucking his feet up underneath him. He'd heard the end part of Danny's little narrative from across the room. "Macaroni necklaces eh?"
he laughed "Your father," Tommy paused suddenly, his hands leaving his pockets to grab the chair below him, "I'm sure he'd like one." Tommy laughed again.

His eyes skittering around the room though they never once landed on the two people in front of him. He eyes stopped in the direction of Nadine’s cell. “She screamed,” he whispered running his hand though his hair with a small smile. Then he shifted his attention back to Danny, completing dismissing what he had just said. "Do you think making a bomb would count as 'arts and crafts' eh?" Tommy eyes landed on the camera Danny had just been looking at and he whispered, "I'd make a special one just for our favorite lieutenant."

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The slight 'pat pat' of Ellie's feet against the cement and she paced back and forth was almost rhythmical. It took her four steps to get from one side to the other, no more no less. She'd been pacing since before dawn and the noise was starting to annoy even her. Though it was nothing when compared to the whispers inside her head. They were driving her nuts, a trucker listening to late night talk back radio, an orchestra rehearsing badly, a teenager slamming her door after her mother said she couldn't go out with the boy down the road. Without the somewhat illegal 'medicine' available to the Latvian girl outside of El Cielo, there was no easy way out of her whispers. Many, many noises. None significant and all layered on top of each other demanding her immediate attention. Ellie wanted to throw something. She wanted to break something. There was nothing available to her though, she'd taken off her shoes to throw at the wall, and tried to flip the metal frame of her bed only to find it screwed to the ground.

Then she heard it. Scarlet's voice. It wasn't important, something about lunch. She paused her pacing, grabbing at her hair, and trying to focus on that one strand of noise in the abyss of volume. She could hear Scarlet talking, soon, then Ellie heard her own voice. Ellie's mind completely snapped into focus, Scarlet's voice faded away, but the rest of the whispers no longer pressed on Ellie's consciousness. The new knowledge that her precious Scar would be visiting her soon, now had her entire focus. Ellie smiled slyly, it had been so long since she'd last seen her dear sister she'd have to be sure to welcome her properly.

Then the cell door opened. Ellie didn't care much for others, but anything outside her tiny cell was a welcome distraction. When Ellie walked it was graceful, a remnant of her Prima Ballerina dreams. Her eyes danced around, looking to create her own fun. One the way to the common room Ellie passed Nadine's cell. The Crazy One as Ellie liked to refer to as, Ellie had nicknames for everyone. With a coy smile, Ellie tucked her hands behind her back and stood on her tippy toes to peer into her cell. She clicked her tongue as if in disappointment moving on. She then peered into Daniel's cell. "The Hired Help,"
She whispered to herself. After all what was an assassin but hired help for those who could afford it? She saw his pictures on the way. Ellie had heard the screams of his siblings’ years before the event so their death being splashed all over the papers and the net hadn't really been a surprise. Not that she'd cared, just cause their pop was an infamous asshole didn't mean they were special. Ellie stepped back and continued on to the main room. She intended to tell The Hired Help, that she heard their deaths but was waiting for a good moment.

Ellie scanned the room, passing Allysha, The Bird, with a contemptuous look. "You know," Ellie whispered with a dark smile, nodding over to Natsumi, The Ghost, "if you'd left me behind like that, I would be devoting my entire existence into finding you and ripping your throat out." Ellie acted out her words with blood thirsty intent, but she broke her image and laughed, "That's just me though, what The Ghost does is up to her." Ellie shrugged and leaned up on the wall next to The Bird. "After all, she doesn't seem all that bright."

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ImageAs Nat's dark eyes searched the room, the others were beginning to fill it. Danny and Tommy were to her right. Danny was monologuing, as per usual, at the cameras. Nat rolled her eyes at his ridiculous rant, and continued her search. She turned out his voice, putting all of her focus into two things: the faces of Aly and Nadine and putting up a forcefield around her. Then, Danny stopped. The only reason Nat noticed was the silence that was left behind. Tommy added something about bombs which wasn't a surprise.

That's when she found Aly's face. She wasn't far away. Nat felt herself take a step towards the familiar and away from the vaguely familiar (meaning Danny and Tommy), but was stopped by Danny's voice. "What's Up?" Without looking, she knew he was talking to her. She turned to face him and looked him up and down. He wasn't a bad guy really. Beyond the killing and the treason and he was handsome, if you liked that kind of thing. It was more of, she had a distrust of people. Especially men who knew they were powerful. She raised an eyebrow at his missing shirt, but made no other move.

She thought she could attempt to communicate with him, but if she started waving her hands around and he didn't know or understand sign language... well he may look at her weird. She heard a voice whispering behind her and saw someone talking to Aly. Elsie? Ella? Ellie.

She turned back to the two boys. Her eyes flickered behind them back towards the cells. Nadine had been screaming earlier. She curled her hands into fists. If she had nails, they would break skin, but here they kept them sheared short. An inmate with nails is a no-no. With her attention back on the boys, she crossed her arms and waited for Danny to continue. Walking away probably wasn't the smartest. If he called out to her as she walked away, it would bring attention... although not much more than standing in the center of the room. She really needed to rethink her actions.

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From the shock from her collar, Nadine had fell to the ground not having the strength to pull herself off of the cold metal flooring and before she could even think she was slipping away as a chuckle came from the back of her mind. Her eyes closed for a moment only to open after a second to the sound of her door opening but, she didn't care about that or at least Harley didn't. All she cared about was being back in the driver's seat after who knows how long, ever since they put her on those drugs poor little Hars wasn't able to break free. It was just her and Zodiac and Zodi was a terrible conversationalist most times, really fucking depressing as well. Always just talking about ripping that fucking Lieutenant's testicles off through his mouth and making him and all of them burn. But, she never really listened to her anymore. All Harley cared about was the fact that she was back! For more than five minutes that is. She had taken control once since they were moved to their own section and with that time she was able to shatter a mirror and hang most of her bedsheets from the tiny little grid window she had. Why? It's a quite simple answer. Because she wanted to, she had learned how to use Nadine's balance while she was in charge and she just loved being one of those acrobats that would hang from the colorful sheets in the sky. Of course she didn't get her reflexes and fighting abilities so whenever the guards came around to force her to stop them were quick to grab her and shock Nadine back into control.

And she knew that's how this would probably end but, hey might as well have a little fun before. The young woman gained a mischievous smile on her face as she looked right at the camera while biting her lip softly and slowly making her way towards the bed to tie the sheet back up to the position where it should have been. She didn't get why Nadine even kept her bed like that. It's not like she ever slept especially with Harley in her head talking at all hours of the night. But, hey she had a lot of questions and profound thoughts that just so happen to come out at like four or three in the morning. Not to mention Zodiac just repeating the words 'Kill them, break them, break out of here you know you could if you actually wanted to." over and over and over again. Like really? And people called her obnoxious! Over the intercom in her room, she could hear good old Duke let out a small clear of his throat. "Vasquez, what are you doing? Go to the common area, now." She laughed. "Nadine isn't here right now," She said with her smirk still on her face as she began to climb on the sheet before allow herself to let go with her hands only holding with her legs never once breaking eye contact with the camera. "But, I would love to take a message! She heard Duke chuckle before hearing his voice. "Hi, Harley--.."

"Hi, Duke." She interjected as she continued to hang upside down. "Harley, will you do me a favor and get back on the ground? She shook her head. "No?" She shook her head again before sliding down the sheet once grabbing it with one hand and allowed her legs to go to one side before she just held one with one hand. Good thing Nadine kept their body in such good shape over the years. "Why don't you and your friends come in here and make me?" Warren must have left the speaker on as he spoke to the other men in the pod with him. "I love this freakshow of a woman." He returned talked to her after saying this to his buddies. "Because the last time we did that you sent one of them into a state of shock and made him comatose."

"No! That was Zodiac! I was just wanting to have a little fun with you guys. So c'mon, please. I'm bored and the people out are nowhere as fun as you are. C'mon, come and play with me." She didn't hear anything from the other side but, she did hear the door click from the surveillance booth as she heard the footsteps of four--.. No! Five armed guards. "Harley, what are you doing?! Stop before they hurt you!" Nadine said in her head before Harley scoffed. "They won't hurt me this time. 'Sides, all I wanna do is have a little fun." She could hear the footsteps of the men coming pass the common area and down the hall towards her cell. Her laughs got louder as they got closer to her cell. Duke was the first one to walk in to the girl still hanging upside down. "Hey, Harley." He said as he walked closer to her with one hand behind his back, holding on to his control to shock her if need be. "Hi. She said as her eyes looked him up and down. "Feel like gettin' down for me?" She just shook her head. "C'mon for me?" Duke asked as he looked at her with those clear blue eyes of his. To say Harley and Duke had a special relationship would be one way of putting that the two had had a sexual relationship over a year ago while Duke was engaged but, he was the one to end it on his wedding day. So his wife and mother of his two twins wouldn’t become suspicious of why he continued to spend as much time at work as possible. For Harley, she wasn’t heartbroken over it. It was never more than a man to fuck for her. Hey, she was a woman with needs. Needs that could be meet by very muscular, Southern ‘gentlemen’. Funny thing is Nadine had no idea what was going on because at that point Nadine was completely oblivious to what happened to her when she wasn’t in control and had only found out when Harley actually told her. Harley looked in his eyes before biting her lip as she flipped off the sheet and to the iron floor as Duke and his partners smirked. “Look at that. Go out there with the others. They’ve rarely seen you out, right?”

"Yea, but I don’t wanna go out there.” Harley said as she stood right in front of Duke and his second in command, Franklin Fisk. “Well, we’re not askin’. I tellin’ you.” She lost her smirk a bit as she got closer to the two men faces. "Make me.” Fisk reached for her arm to make her go out but Harley smirked and reached for his arm, twisting it in a way to make him let out a curse towards her as he fell to his knees. She started to laugh before Warren grabbed her by her arms and twisted them behind her back and pushed her to the wall to try and subdue her. All of which made her start to laugh like a maniac as she started to try to break free. "Hars. Stop fighting them!” She grunted. "Never! They like to call us crazy, I’ll show them fucking crazy!” She grabbed his wrist tightly and allowed ‘The Beast’ as Harley called them to take over for a moment which at that moment shut Nadine up. She had no say, no voice when it took over. No one did. Within moments the black began to creep around her eyes slowly meaning the more and more it was taking over. It was enough for them to use their power to make the Lieutenant scream from the emotional and mental pain going through his mind at the moment. The voices, the screaming, all complete with his greatest fear all circling in his mind at once making him shut down. “Not this guy again.” Fisk said, thinking they had final controlled Zodiac. She let out a laugh before feeling an intense shock from her collar making the black recede back and allowing the red and blue to return meaning Nadine was back in control. The shock while painful wasn’t like before when it knocked her out. Zodiac was tough it could take a shock even if they didn’t stay in control it wasn’t enough to black them out.

Nadine let out a grunt before fluttering her eyes to adjust to being back in control. Her breath was shaking as she tried to calm herself down. She turned around to see Fisk and the other men helping his superior up. “I can’t wait to get rid of your crazy, volatile ass, Vasquez. I take it back, you won’t last a week, you won’t make it out those doors before they throw your ass back into that cushion room and you’ll be doped up until you die.” Nadine didn’t say a word as she stood her ground and looked Warren in the eyes. “Now, get out there or do you need another shock from your dog collar?” She continued to be silent as she walked out towards the rest of the inmates. She didn’t know it they could hear her seeing that her cell was the farthest from the common area and most of them were sound proof. She kept her eyes forwards not even looking at the other guards. She made her way to table where the rest were sitting as she heard Allysha ask Nat a question about who she was looking for and frankly she knew who she was searching for. Nadine, the two were as close as two could be. Nadine had taken her under her wing to be her protection when she first was sent to the ward. Hell even Harley like her even if she couldn’t talk. No one messed with Nadine aka ‘The Crazy One’ and in return no one messed with Nat either. They knew better. With a smirk on her face, Nadine messed with the young girl’s hair before taking a seat next to her with her leg brought up with her on the bench. She looked at the group. She wasn’t going to acknowledge the… incident that had just occurred but instead decided to move on from it. "So, I see we’re actually getting recess today, that has to mean somethin’ good happenin’,” She looked towards Ellie. “You’re the fortune teller, what awaits in our future?”

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ImageNat jumped a little when a hand landed on her head, but grinned brightly when that hand began to ruffle her hair. Only one person was that familiar with Nat to be able to do that without fear of retribution: Nadine. Nat spun around on her heel to face her friend and threw her arms around her neck in a hug. Then she pulled back and waved her hands around in sign language. "I'm so glad they let you out! I can't believe it!" She looked over the girl's shoulder back towards the cells and saw a few guards standing there watching them. She lifted an eyebrow at her friend. "Harley cause trouble again?"

Her gaze flew about the room for a moment and landed on Tommy. She smiled at him and then went back to talking with Nadine. "Danny and Tommy were chatty this morning. Tommy seems sweet. Ya know, for a convict." She was all smiles now.