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Daniel Wright

"Well... Shit..."

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a character in “The Organization: Runaways”, originally authored by RawkFist, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Daniel Wright.

Nicknames: Blue, Boo (Winny only), Danny or Dan.

Age: Twenty.

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Face claim: Tyler Posey.

Nationality: Predominantly British with some German, Scottish and Native American blood.

Hair: Light brown, almost blonde.

Eyes: Blue.

Complexion: Fair.

Height: 5'10".



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Occupation:
Oak Farm Kennels & Cattery.

Likes:
Ice cream.
Pancakes in the morning.
Reality TV.

Dislikes:
Being touched.
Being proven wrong.
People.
Being woken up.
Uncomfortable silences.

Fears:
Anything that crawls, flies or makes a buzzing sound (especially moths).
Wide and open spaces.
Confined spaces.
Large amounts of water.

Hobbies:
Roleplaying.

Habits:
Checking a cupboard several times before concluding there's nothing in it.
Opening a new tab and closing it for no apparent reason.
Tapping.
Biting on my bottom lip, and not in a sexy way...

General personality:
"I guess I'm quite a nice guy, but then again that's just my opinion. I have flaws, quite a lot of them actually, and because of this I tend to be quite paranoid and self-conscious. I hate judgement, like more than every other fear I have. Other people's opinions are quite important to me, mainly because they are the scariest thing in the world and I would go to great lengths to make sure their opinions are strictly positive. As you may have guessed, I don't take criticism very well. I exaggerate a lot over the slightest hint of judgement.


While I'm not particularly shy, per say, I don't like talking to people I don't know, except for the seemingly nice ones. It's not a case of being scared of other people, I just don't like them... That sounds bad, but I can't really find the words to explain. I don't judge people because I know how sucky it feels to be thought bad of, but first impressions really do count with me and if I don't like you at first, chances are I won't be so keen to warm up to you, although friendship is not completely off the table; one day I might decide that I like you, but of course it takes a lot of work to sway my opinions.

On a more positive note, I do have quite a strange sense of humour. I am obsessed with Alpacas; they are like the best animals in the entire world. If I could own an Alpaca farm, I would do it in a heartbeat. I know that most people don't understand me and while it does sort of bug me, I don't press the issue. If they won't take the time to get to know me and at least slightly understand why I act the way I do, then they obviously aren't worth my time."



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Acquired primary ability: Telekinesis.

Techniques:
Binding: to keep object/being from moving.
Psionic Strength: to augment the his own physical strength.
Levitation: to lift an object.
Telekinetic Choking: to lift and strangle others.
Telekinetic Manoeuvre: to alter an object's directional course.
Telekinetic Grip: to grasp an object firmly in place.
Telekinetic Pull/Push: to pull or push objects in certain directions.
Telekinetic Constructs: to use telekinetic energy to create tools, weapons, objects (and other items) as well as semi-living constructs.

Flaws:
Could drain all of his energy quite quickly.
May require constant focus to maintain a construct.

Acquired secondary ability: Chronokinesis.

Techniques:
Accelerating, slowing, stopping and even rewinding or looping time itself.
Appearance of enhanced reflexes and enhanced speed.
Time travel: to travel through time, into the past or the future.

Flaws:
May have limited ability in both the length of time and area he can affect.



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So begins...

Daniel Wright's Story

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"Daniel. I'm going to get right to the point. We have your girlfriend, if you do not do what we say, we will be forced to take extreme measures to get you to comply," the lady said, and I looked up at her with a glare so cold it could've frozen somebody to their core. They had her, and they knew how much I wanted to get to her. Before anything beyond this point had even happened, I knew exactly what they were planning and how they intended to reach their goal. I set my jaw but said nothing at that time, until she lifted her arm and waved it a bit, and soon after a technician wandered in with a tablet. Kai was on the screen and my expression shifted instantly from a glare to a concerned stare. I watched the screen closely, lifting my head up some.

"If you don't believe me, then see for yourself," she continued and, out of curiosity, I glanced over at her for a mere second to see her speaking into her blazer, before my eyes shot back to the screen. I had no idea what she was doing but I knew it would not end well, not at all. "Audio in Cell 224" With that, Kai held a firm grip to her head and trembled. I knew her hearing was much better than that of other people in the house, and obviously they did too. "Cut Audio," she said, and I was relieved that the pain had stopped but she looked like she was still panicking a bit, and I did not like that in the slightest. My eyes moved slowly from the tablet to the woman, staying silent though at the same time all I wanted to do was scream and throw things at her, pounce on her and beat her to death with my handcuffed fists. However, then she would get what she wanted; a reaction.

"Are you going to participate?"

If there was one thing I hated more than anything in the entire world, it was being threatened and having people think they could manipulate me into stuff. I was too stubborn to say that I would participate but too scared for Kai's safety to refuse, meaning she had me right where she wanted me and from the look on her face, I could tell she knew. She just... knew. I could feel the anger rising, and I lowered my head once more, staying like this for a couple of seconds before I launched myself upwards and brought my knee up, causing the table to topple over in her direction. "Don't fucking touch her!" I yelled, "or, so help me God, I will find you, rip all your God damn insides out and fucking feed 'em to ya!" I ran forward and attempted to hop over the toppled table in order to get to her but the guards were holding a firm grip on my arms which meant I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

I struggled as much as I could and threw my legs in her direction several times as they dragged me from the room and threw me into my own 'bedroom', or more accurately named as the room that they quickly threw together in order to make it seem like a bedroom, when in reality I might as well have been sitting in a small white box with a mattress. Kai's room looked identical to mine which wouldn't make it any easier to find her quickly if I were to escape. However, I remember them saying the cell number... 224. Yeah, that was the one. Wow, they were smart enough to kidnap to people without being noticed by anyone, yet they were dumb enough to read out the specific room number of the one person I was looking for? I wanted to laugh aloud at that, but I didn't... I couldn't.

"Kai..." I whispered, lowering my head. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I wanted to help her but I was powerless.

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Kai.I lay limp on my bed, still reeling from the painful loud siren that went off suddenly.
My head hurt at first but now my whole body did.

Mandie...They got to her to, I just knew it. I could feel it.

I closed my eyes and tried to remain calm. They had Danny, and my guess, they just used me to get to him. Honestly, I was proud of him, I knew how stubborn that boy could be, and when he didn't want to talk about something...he wouldn't. I know from personal experience.
So I knew he didn't give them the time of day which sure resulted in them hurting me but I'd rather him not do what these assholes said. No matter what happens.

Easier said then done, I'm aware.

I closed my eyes then, my breathing even again as I focused on something. He'd promised me a while back, he'd take me to a cabin, far away from everything. It'd be peaceful and quiet. I focused on that. It was my 'Happy Place' if you will.

I felt my body go heavy, as I drifted to sleep.


It wasn't long before I was shocked away by the sound of the electronic door of my cell opened. My eyes still closed, I groaned. My new friends, I presume." I said and opened my eyes to find the two guards from eariler at the door. "Mrs. Baranjee wants you to come with us."
"I'm sure she does...where is she so I can thank her for the assault on my ears. That was fun." I said dryly as I sat up, my head still pounding. So this is what a hangover felt like, I wouldn't know.

I held up my arms. They seemed to enjoy dragging me here and there so I figured...Let them eat cake. Shit, I didn't want to go, so why walk when I had my own rickshaws.

They grabbed me up, a little tighter then before as I'm sure they expected me to go limp again. Some other time for sure.

They lead me to a large white room. It sorta reminded me of the Ring, when they were running psyche tests on Samara....Why my mind went there, I will never know...

There was a table and chair, and this peice of equipment sitting atop it. I frowned.

"Take a seat, please."
I heard the familiar voice of Aziza, ring over the intercom.

I took a seat. "I want to see how well your hearing actually is. You've had hearing tests before, It'll be just like that."

Damn, she was a nosy bitch. I haven't had a hearing test since elementary school.

With that, I had a set of headphones placed on my head and the machine was turned on. Then I was subjected to several different volumes of beeps, ranging from high to low, with which I had to raise my hand when I heard them. It wasn't long before the test was over.

"Well done. Quite impressive" She said, and I rolled my eyes.

"I want to see him." I said, my voice was low.

"Excuse me."

"You heard me. I. Want. To. See. Him."

"If you behave, then you will" She said and I clenched my teeth, She had something I wanted, leverage. She could keep dragging me along knowing she could use Danny as motivation.

"No. I want proof alive. Let me atleast talk to him..."
Honestly, I watch way too much television but hell, you learn alot, like say how to handle a hostage situation, for instance.

"Fair enough."

It was quite for a moment before a man entered the room, the same man it seemed from before, walked up with a phone
"Make it quick. He'll hear you in his cell, you have five minutes."

I held the phone to my ear.
"Danny, Can you hear me? It's Kai."My voice softer now.I could feel pressure behind my eyes. I knew he saw what happened. I knew they did it because he was watching. Also knew how he reacted to things...like I did only, He had a shorter fuse and a bigger bomb. I needed him to know I was okay, and maybe he'll be able to stay calm. I needed him to be.

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Danny.

As time went on, I could feel myself becoming more and more bored than I'd ever been in my entire life. I mean, seriously, being sat in a near empty room for hours on end got to be quite boring after a while. The least these dickheads could have done was to put a TV in the room or something, so that my brains weren't corrupted with thoughts of suicide instead of something more cheery, like what sort of dumb shit SpongeBob was getting up to. Instead, I was left to my own thoughts, my eyes shifting to several different areas in the room. I figured maybe I'd just sleep the boredom off and someone would wake me up when I was needed, but I guessed it was still early in the day because I felt restless. That and the fact that they might possibly be hurting my girlfriend elsewhere. I was wide awake, and no amount of complete and utter boredom would ever be able to change that.

Curiosity had gotten the better of me at one point as well because I'd climbed off of the bed and walked over to the drawers they'd put in the room. I was guessing there were clothes in there because why have furniture that you don't need in your room? As I opened the drawer, my brows lowered into a deep frown, spotting that there were just tons of copies of the exact same outfit I was wearing. God knows what had happened to my previous outfit. I loved that shirt; I'd have to ask for that back if they ever planned on letting me out of this prison. I hadn't had a chance to ask how long they intended to keep me there in my previous interview, as they'd pissed me off way too soon for my liking and I'd just lost whatever sanity was still lingering in my mind. I could honestly see myself becoming crazy in a place like this, seeing as it was more like a fucking mental institution than anything else.

I couldn't let myself think of freedom at that moment, lest I snap and smack my face off a while.

I slammed the drawer shut and soon after that, a beep rang through the room and had caught my attention in that second. What do they want now? I thought and with a sigh, I turned towards the security camera, thinking that it was that stupid woman again, trying to test my patients and provoke a reaction. "Danny, can you hear me? It's Kai," the voice spoke, loud and clear, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes to the point where I was convinced that I could cry, but I managed to blink them back. I lowered my gaze to the floor, shaking my head furiously as if I didn't believe it was really her. I hadn't been here long, and I had no idea what these people were truly capable of but God dammit, it could have been a mind trick for all I know. They might've just been trying to get information out of me. Well, good luck to them, 'cause I wasn't buying it in the slightest.

"This is a joke, isn't it?" I called back, my eyes narrowed as I made my way back over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. I'm not falling for this shit..." I shook my head again, my eyes shifting to the floor. "I want to see her in person, or so help me God, I'mma fucking kill you all!" I screamed, backing up the bed until my back was pressed against the wall. I threw my handcuffed arms into the wall beside me and yelled out again in a sad attempt to break the handcuffs off. Failing that, I turned the other way, my knees pushing into my chest with my arms wrapped around my legs and my forehead pressed against the wall.

I couldn't even begin to describe what this place was doing to my mind but, in short, it was bringing back all those repressed emotions that I'd bottled up as a kid. All those years of being bullied in first and middle school... all those years where I sat back and bit my tongue, letting everyone get away with it, which ultimately lead to me becoming damaged, socially inept and a fucking mental case in high school. I let my anger get the best of me and instead of being sent to therapy, I had to continue life like that, whilst dealing with all the shit my sister and parents put me through at the same time. I hate to say that I'm damaged for some specific reason but after a while I couldn't deny it any longer. I knew that one day I'd have major issues because of it, but never did I think that time would come when I was kidnapped, handcuffed, provoked and locked inside a small white room in a white hospital gown.

"I can't even ask you any personal questions to see if you're really you... 'cause they know everything..." I mumbled, quietly. "I'm sorry... I can't trust you until I see you for myself." I stared over at the door, calling out to... well, anyone that was listening. A man entered, different to before but still in the same sort of uniform, and I straightened my expression as I looked at him. "End the call, please," I pleaded, my voice breaking as I could feel the tears now falling down my cheeks.

As soon as he left, I fell to the side so that I was lying down on the bed, my knees still pushed into my chest. I fell asleep then, to the peaceful dreams of times I'd once spent with Kai back at the house...



(OOC: I wrote so much that I ran out of room so I'm going to do my tests in a later post.)

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Kai."This isn't a joke, is it?"Danny called and closed my hand over my mouth, trying not to let a relieved gasp escape my lips. "It's not joke, Baby, it's really me." I told him, my voice cracking as I turned away from the techinican that handed me the phone. I had only five minutes. I needed to make sure he knew I was okay and just to hang in there. I'll have a plan to get out of here sooner or later.

"I can't even ask you any personal questions to see if it's really you...'cause they know everything." he said and I knew he was right to a certain degree. They couldn't know personal conversations...could they? "I'm sorry...I can't trust you until I see you for myself."
He said and with that, silently tears fell down my face. At least he was alive and I knew it was him. "I--I understand...Just--Just stay calm for me, okay. Try to stay calm..." I told him even though I already knew what his response might be. Hopefully he'd atleast recognize that, that was me by the statement. I was always good for telling him to relax when I knew he probably couldn't. It was a small indication but hopefully it'll work.

"End the call, Please" I heard him say and my heart sunk. Maybe it'll just hit him later.

"I love you." I said and handed the phone off to the technician.

He looked terrifed of me and dammit he should be...

He scurried off and I stood there alone and seething, my hands had fallen to my side, my head hung low. My entire posture changed as if I was preparing for a fight...and I was.

"Satified?"[b] Aziza called out of the intercom. I was silent, eerily so for a moment.

"Understand this. He's the only reason I am cooperating. You know that, you should also know, that if anything happens to him, or Mandie, or Ren. You've got nothing, keeping killing myself...evidently you don't want that. After each test, I need to see them. If I don't. You'll get no cooperation from me and surely you won't get any from them..." I said.

[b]"You are in no position to make demand."


"I just did."

I now understood how this works. They are after something specific that they can only get from me. This tests were designed for me, specifically and it all involved my cooperation and my being alive to do it. I held more power then I first thought.

"I'll see what I can do." She said and the line went dead.

Then, The guards returned and they hesitated. It was sorta funny, these guys were hulking monsters yet they took one look at me and wanted no parts of me. Good.

I walked out and this time they lead me to my cell.

I finally got to look around. They were thousands of cells, all looking the same but I noticed that beside the cell doors were names and numbers. As we got to mine, I saw mine and it read

A. Steele, 224, F

They all had F's on them so this was the female prison, which meant, Mandie shouldn't be too far from me.

I kept that in mind as I was lead inside, the cell door was closed behind me and I took a seat on the bed against the wall. I sat back, banging the back of my head out of boredom, frustration, anger and saddness.

It was good to atleast hear his voice...

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Danny.

I woke up several hours later to the voice of a man right down my ear. My eyes shot open and I tried my best to jump upwards but he'd grabbed my arms and was now dragging me through the bedroom. I stayed deadly silent even though inside I felt like I could scream out and cry a river's worth of tears. It seemed like a long, long journey; much longer than the last, which obviously meant I was headed to a different room and, naturally, that scared the living shit out of me, but I kept it hidden from my expression. I couldn't let them know how much I was hurting deep inside, because then they'd use it to manipulate me further and I was pretty sure that would only cause my currently wavering mental health to spiral downwards at alarming rates. I couldn't handle much more, 'else I'd have some sort of fit or some shit.

After what seemed like an eternity of being dragged down a seemingly endless hallway, I was brought to a door and taken inside of another small white room, only this time it had a single chair with some sort of contraption hanging just above it. It looks like a helmet of some sort and I did not like the look of it, so I could feel myself hesitating as they let go and told me to take a seat. I walked slowly but picked up my pace as I felt some guys hand pushing into my back, prompting me to speed up. Once sat down, the man lowered the helmet to my height and it suddenly clamped around my head. I winced at the uncomfortable feeling, but bit my tongue and stopped myself from whimpering.

I opened my eyes and looked upwards, spotting a mirror built into the wall just in front of me. It was probably one of those mirrors where you can see through it on one side and not the other. I was obviously on the side where I couldn't see through, so there was most likely someone watching me from the other side. Another beep rang through the room and I frowned, before a voice echoed around me. "We're going to run you through a single test now, Daniel, okay?" the voice, who was presumably male, spoke and paused for a moment. After receiving no form of a verbal response from me, he continued. "We're going to give you something... something light in weight. You're going to see if you can move it without using your body," he said and with each word my expression looked more and more confused.

Are they fucking crazy? I mean... they were talking about telekinesis, right?

With that, another brutish male walked into the room, holding an average A4 piece of paper in his hand. He ordered me to hold my hand out and, hesitantly, I complied. Soon afterwards, he ripped a corner off the paper and placed the small ripped piece in the centre of my palm. I looked at it for a moment, before shifting my gaze towards the mirror once more. "Now what?" I asked and the room fell to silence for a moment, the man standing back a bit, before the voice spoke up again. "Okay, now that you have the paper, you're going to need to relax. Sit back a bit, control your breathing and clear your thoughts. This won't work if you're tense and stressed." Again, I was a bit hesitant but after a moment or so, I complied. I sat back in the seat a bit more and relaxed my entire body, except for the hand that held the paper. I tried my best to clear my thoughts and after a while, the test continued. "Run one hand over the paper. Get used to its energy." I lifted one hand and brushed it across the length of the paper a few times, then dropped it to my side. I had no idea what they were talking about when it came to energy but hopefully they'd realise I had no special 'talent' and they'd let both me and Kai go.

"How do you feel?" the man asked and my eyes opened slightly so that I was able to look towards the mirror. I took a moment to answer that as I thought of a less cocky response. After what seemed like at least half a minute of staring at the mirror, I managed to fumble a response. "I feel the exact same way as when I entered the room; bored as fuck." I looked back down at the paper after the man told me to just hang on for a short while longer, that if I held out maybe something would happen. And, to my surprise, something did happen, but it took damn near forever. As if by magic, or something similar, the paper shifted from one space on my hand to the very edges of my fingertips, before it fell over the edge and drifted slowly to the floor. I looked up at the mirror in disbelief and the room was silent for a good minute or so, before the man spoke. "Thank you, Daniel. You may leave now."

The man, who I assumed was something alone the lines of a prison guard by now, came over and unclamped the headgear from around my forehead and the back of my head, and lead me out of the room. I was unusually more compliant than before, although I was still sceptical of what went on back there. It had to be the breeze... maybe someone had opened the door without me noticing and the wind from the hallway blew it out of my hand. Yeah... that had to be it... Yeah, no... It had to be. I felt so weak then; I mean, they actually had me debating with myself before if I was some sort of mental patient, and then they tried to convince me I had the ability to move objects... I had no idea what these people were really up to but I did not like it either way.

As soon as I was thrown back into my bedroom, I moved over to my bed and sat down on the end of it, my legs crossed and my hands in my lap, feeling fairly fidgety all of a sudden. I looked up at the door every now and then but other than that, I stayed as still as I could, fighting the urge to move around.

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Kai Hours it seemed went by and I had fallen asleep with my head against the wall. I'd dreamt about Danny, it was so vivid that when I woke, I thought he'd be sleeping beside me. I closed my eyes to keep the tears from falling.

A little later, my 'buddies' arrived and I stood. I didn't want them to touch me so I got up and walked with them.

I was lead to the a room and ushered inside

I stopped short at the door, when my eyes fell on a bed with straps for my legs and arms.

That sent me into a panic. "No non--no no." I cried out and took off as fast as I could.

That was my biggest fear, being tied down, unable to move. So Yea, suffice it to say, I wasn't sticking around.

I ran as fast as I could but they called in more guards and I was subdued rather quickly. I was pretty sure I looked as if I'd gone completely postal and honestly, I did. I kicked and screamed, scratched, trying to get away but they had me good. I was pretty sure the whole damn cell block heard my panic.

My screaming continued into the white room as they forced me into the hospital bed and if I were in the proper state of mine, I would have thought, my screams were getting louder, more siren like as they got the straps on my legs. My eyes widened and suddenly,everyone in the room, dropped down and clutched their ears. A few mens ears were bleeding.

It was then I realised the sound was coming from me, and I stopped, my panic attack subsided and I was left tied to the bed, while guards and doctors lay unconscious on the ground around me.

What. The. Hell?

It wasn't long before the cavalery arrived and too my surprise I was unstrapped and lead back to my cell.

My throat and head hurt and I was left with wondering what the hell just happened.