Lucas Blacke
May 8, 2014 13:52:57 GMT -5
Post by Lucas Blacke on May 8, 2014 13:52:57 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Lucas Blacke
Nickname: Lucy. Black. Cassie. Luke.
Age: Nineteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Assumed Muscle Memory
Lucas has always shown an interest in re-enacting what other people do, be it in movies or in his vicinity. The general accepted idea he had was that everyone tried to copy other people one way or another, Lucas found that his talent was actually copying what people did. Not how, just the what. He found he could mimic movements made by other people, from walking like someone else to replacing car engines. Sure, he wouldn't know the workings of what he did, but he could.
His copycat skills came at a cost though. He could only store a set number of actions, so mimicking new moves often entailed him forgetting what he had mimicked before. Or sometimes even parts of what he had been taught naturally, though this came back with time.
Furthermore, fatigue followed every time he used his ability. Depending on the timeframe of its usage he would be more or less tired.
Play By:Michael Fjordbak.Let it F L O W . . .'So. Yeah. I kind of.. did theatre for a while.. It didn't fit me, but I was able to watch a lot of people doing what they were best at. I daresay I'm quite adept at acting now. Well, moving like one at least. Though it did tire me out, being able to copy movements is pretty much what made it fun for me. Remember repeating after someone as a kid and noticing how annoying it was for them? I did just that, but with motions instead of sound. I was like a mirror! It upset a lot of people, but it also made me stand out a bit. There was this one girl at the club.. Jessica I think she was called, she saw me annoy the teacher and actually befriended me. Friendzone, I know. But in hindsight, having at least one friend is what made it all happen. I was never one for socializing, I just enjoyed pissing people off. But somehow Jessica was a tough one to piss off. Shortening her name, tripping her on every turn she made, starting rumors, repeating her every move in a play.. That one did come close to pissing her off though, but that was probably because her parents were looking at her so-called boyfriend. First time I had ever been called something close to that, odd, no?'
'Now there was the resident douche bag too. No club is complete without one, not even the drama club apparently. He was the first to notice I was different. Not different as in weird, but.. different, you know?'
Lucas turned on his Ipod and began listening to Suicide Silence as he continued writing in his diary.
'You might wonder why the douche of a lifetime noticed my inhumanity -nay, humanity, before my parents did. Well, plot twist inbound: He was my best friend. Jess, and yes, I cleared that with her, I could call Jessica Jess, deal with it. Jess didn't agree with me being friends with this dick, and the dick didn't agree with me being friends with Jess. Jess was a bit of an.. outcast. Major history buff, little too intelligent for her own good. Took most things a bit too serious.'
Oh Jess. If only you and Nate could get along..
What she did not take serious enough though, was Nate (The dick, sorry.) taking an interest in her. They hooked up and kind of forgot about me. Though maybe that had something to do with me calling them names and dropping out of the club. Somehow I thought that would upset them, I kind of still hope it does.'
Perhaps you two getting along was part of the problem.
Lucas chuckled as the song slid to Slaves to substance.
'Right, anyway. I was gone from the club and Nate and Jess, despite some attempts to talk sense into me, were gone from my mind. Like that. Still wonder how I did that. Suppose I didn't or I wouldn't be talking about them right now. Logic. How is it that when someone tries to forget something they end up remembering it?'
Despite the stern look on Lucas' face he felt... agony.. or something unexplainable. Depression was a major part of his life, his humor was only to cover up the issues he had with just about everything. It'd take the right person just to get a few secrets out of him. For now he only had his diary to talk to. Odd, right? Talking to a book instead of writing in it? It took place in those rare moments Lucas was too upset to stop shaking, or forgot how to write.
'I don't get upset easily, but that moment did it. I remember yelling things at my parents I didn't even know I knew. But, being as awesome as always they just shrugged it off. In hindsight I should've known they knew I was a freak, and freaks do stupid things like call you names when not provoked, right?'
'Perhaps some clarification, with freak I mean a watchamacallit. Meta. Dude with powers. Not that I can fly or anything, I'd give my left hand to be able to fly..'
'Anyway, my power turned out to be the shit I liked to do to annoy people. Mimic their movements! When bullies picked on me I could always perfectly do what they did and still get beat up! When friends invited me for a soccer match? (I use the term friends lightly) Just pull up a chair, watch some videos and play like a pro! The rules however, seemed to hate me. It was always just knowing how to move, not how to play. And the moments afterwards.. geez. It always tired me out. Though copying a difficult patter with just one finger was less strenuous than fixing a car, believe me, I tried.'
And that pretty much sums up what people do not want to know about me..
Lucas tore out the written page and threw it on the ground, continuing to write on the sheath below it.
'I realize I left quite a few questions unanswered, but answering them wasn't really on my mind at the time.. Like, the relationship between Jess and me, Nate and me, and pretty much everyone else worth my time. It was all just me pretending to be social. I'm not really a people person. The people I pretended to get along with were mainly tools for me to elude my parents back when they, you know, cared.'
'So, long story short, those type of questions are best left unasked. Waste of your time. And mine. I don't like living in the past.'
'As for my family.. hmm.. Yeah.. They can all choke for my part. Not once have any of them shown up for anything I have ever done. Well.. maybe my parents did change me once or twice when I was a baby, I don't know. But the rest of them? I let them go a long time ago, just like I have done with pretty much everyone I have ever known. And to make things worse, I'm on some sort of school for special kids now. Like I'm anything but standard.'
'But my parents.. they.. it's like they waited for me to find my place or something before they sent me here. Sometimes I got a little paranoid too, like, there were times these guys, no idea who they were, showed up at our house and started asking me questions. They did the most unlogical things like asking me to look at someone dance on television and reproduce what they did. Easy, sure, but odd. I kind of think they had something to do with me going to this school..'
'Anyway, these guys asking me random questions made me feel more accepted than my parents ever did, like I was normal. Like.. what I could do was nothing they hadn't seen before. Made me feel like a person.'
'But as soon as they were done asking me questions, they shipped me off to this place like some sort of disease. That felt more like what I was used to. They promised me there would be 'more people like me' (read that in a completely over the top manner). So, people like me.. retards..?'
'So.. to summarize.. I was about.. 15 years old when I started copying moves.. and about.. 15 when these people showed up, asked all sorts of stuff and shipped me off to this hole. I'm 17 now, almost 18. Soo.. it takes three years for a live to be destroyed, good to know, right?'
'I suppose I am to make the best of this ordeal. Perhaps this school place isn't as bad.. lord knows it can't be much worse than my last one.'
'Lastly, they said something about me being able to practise my ability here. Ability? What? Sorry? I have a whatnow? I'll need some clarification on that soon. What is my so-called ability and why isn't it perfect yet? Guess this place will help me fix that..'
'Oh, and I will not be calling any names. I left those behind a long time ago (read 'A few months ago'). I just need to know my own name for the moment, and perhaps someone will come along who will convince me to remember one more name and dig up a more detailed history. But for now..'
'..I only need my music. And maybe my diary. Journal. Whatever.'
'I don't need anyone.'Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Tim[othy]
Age: 23
RP Experience: 10+ years
How did you find us?: I was browsing. So.. random luck?Show your S K I L L S . . .'So you can buy this one and-'
'Those movements… what is she, an actor?'
'Hold up, hold up.' Lucas said, interrupting the sales woman. 'I came here to buy an Ipod, not watch your interpretive dance.' He mimicked showing off an invisible briefcase. 'Which by the way, sucks balls.' He ended the sentence with a smirk and the woman slowly dripping off, getting someone more suited for handling, in her own words: A little brat who has a severe brain deficiency.
'Ouch.' He smiled at the idea that she hated him, or at least despised him as it made Luke feel a bit better. Negative attention is still attention, right? Lucas shrugged. He began imitating the woman's movements as she stood with her back toward Lucas.
Luke could plainly see that, whoever she was talking to, had noticed the weird little boy and also noticed that he did exactly what the sales woman did. He chuckled a bit and caused the woman to turn around and look at what was going on. She was less than excited and threw a hateful glare Lucas' way as he stopped imitating and started whistling silently.
The woman received a tap on her shoulder to let her know her colleague was on it. Turning back around with a sigh of relief, the woman quickly vanished into what was most likely the employee lounge.
'That was pretty entertaining.' The man whispered while throwing a look over his shoulder to see if his co worker heard him. She didn't, which allowed the man to speak in his regular voice. 'Ever thought about acting? I know some people, they could use someone, even if it's just as a prop.'
Lucas grinned as he eyed the man up and down. 'Well, I have to be honest.' Luke cleared his throat and sat down on one knee. 'Oh how yonder light of past moon shines upon the drapes of who I- No. I haven't.' He got back up and watched the man's posture turn awkward. 'On top of a simple no, I'm a student. And on top of that, no.' Lucas smiled widely at the man before him and winked.
'But I'm here to buy an Ipod, buddy.'
The man snapped back into reality and shuddered. 'Oh! Right! Sorry!' He scurried over to the music section and picked one without even asking which one Luke wanted. 'So..' He began as he walked back with a black shiny Ipod. 'What kind of music do you listen?'
Luke looked at the black Ipod and shook his head with a sigh. 'You.. I.. Tha.. Maybe..' He buried his head into the palm of his hand and chuckled. 'One: weird question. Two: how do you know which one I want? Three: awesome.'
'To answer your questions. One: I know. Not really a question, that one, but still.' The man smiled. 'Two: you just seem like the black type, partly the reason for my first question, too. Three: again not much of a question. But thanks anyway.'
Lucas raised an eyebrow and smiled. 'just for that, I'm going to make like a douche and get out without buying anything.' Luke walked past the man holding the black Ipod and smiled. 'Though I might just remember you.'
'Yeah, as if.'
