Sloane Deveraux

[Sloane Deveraux]

The easy S T U F F . . .

Name: Sloane Charlene Deveraux
Nickname: None that she takes seriously
Age: Thirty-two
Member Group: Police Officer
Power(s): Power Mimicry. She is able to copy other metas’ powers so long as they were within ten feet of her and it only lasts until she absorbs another meta’s power. She also can’t take from the same meta twice.
Play By: Mylène Jampanoï

Let it F L O W . . .

Sloane’s firsts

=First cry=

“Marc, my water broke.”

“That’s not possible, she’s not due until-”

“Marc, it’s 4 am and I haven’t had a wink of sleep in days. If she wants to get out I say we let her so you can take care of her while I sleep, is that understood?”

Marc paused before getting out of bed and grabbing Eileen’s overnight bag, helping her out of her pajamas and into some clean clothes, bundling her up into the car and driving to the hospital.

It took an hour for Eileen to dilate and half an hour of pushing before a wriggling baby girl was placed in her arms. Most of the ease came from the baby stubbornly pushing out.

“Doctor, why isn’t she crying?” Eileen asked, her teary eyes filled with concern. The doctor teased the little girl’s mouth open with a clean glove to see if there were any fluids in there before picking her up and turning her over to tap her small bottom but still nothing.

“Try giving her your milk and we’ll come back to clean her later.” The doctor left the room and Eileen did as she was told but not a peep was heard as she was fed. But those inquisitive green eyes just stared at Eileen until they drooped close as she fell asleep.

When the baby was ready to be viewed by family, baby Sloane didn’t even react to the happy noises made by her elder brothers snapping their fingers and playing peekaboo with her. She was quiet when people took turns holding her.

Eileen and Marc were getting a little worried especially when even the doctors were stumped but Eileen was advised to go home and so she did. Days went by without Sloane giving out even a cry of distress when she was hungry or did her business or needed a cuddle. They about gave up on finding out why she was the way she was and decided since she wouldn’t even react to noise, the shooting range wouldn’t actually be too much of a problem.

There Sloane was sleeping soundly in her little basket [made of Kevlar no less - occupational hazard on Marc and Francois’- the grandfather - part] when the first shot they rang woke Sloane up and had her wailing and thrashing in her basket.

At four weeks old, Sloane showed everyone how big her pipes were.

=First dream=

“I want to be a cop like daddy and pepere!” Seven year old Sloane stole her eldest brother’s toy gun and started running to everybody in the house, yelling “You’re under dressed!” instead of “You’re under arrest!” No one had the heart to correct her.

“You must be strong and brave to be a cop. Are you strong and brave, Charlene?” Pepere Deveraux entered the room to scoop the heavy little girl into his arms. “I will never be called Charlene!” She yelled, pointing the gun to her grandfather’s head and made loud pewpew sounds.

Pepere Deveraux dropped to the floor suddenly with Sloane still in his arms. “Pepere!” Sloane yelled, slapping her grandfather’s cheeks repeatedly until his eyes cracked open and a grin broke his face. “Pepe! You gave me a heart attack!” Sloane wrapped her arms around her grandfather’s neck and buried her face into his chest. “You’re never going to die. Never.”

“Not a tear in sight,” Sloane’s grandfather smiled warmly as he looked at her face. She just had a stubborn look on her face. “My brave little soldier.”

=First loss=

Gunshots were fired in the air, one after another as the coffin was lowered into the ground. Charlene Deveraux took the folded flag, placing it on her lap as tears rushed down her cheeks. She had just lost her husband. But her youngest granddaughter had just lost her best friend.

That stubborn look on her face reminded Charlene so much of Francois and she tried to pull her in for a hug but Sloane pulled away. The tears weren’t falling down. Sloane wouldn’t let it. Pepere was probably looking down at her to see if she would cry. But no, she was strong and brave. No tears would ever fall.

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The wake was over and done with and it was just the family now, cracking peanut shells and trying to make sense of what had just happened. No more tears but there weren’t any smiles. “Pepere would be ashamed of all of you.” Sloane darkly said from the children’s corner. Cousin Elias punched her in the arm to quiet her down but the adults were just looking at her.

“He wouldn’t want us all to mourn his death.” Sloane glared at Elias before whipping her head to the adults. “He would have wanted us to celebrate his life. But no. You just wanna cry and mope and play the victim.” She kicked her chair back and ran up the stairs.

She scrambled into her room and locked herself in. Her hands quickly made a mess of her desk with her scissors and paper and glue until the final production came to view. The little parachute box Pepere Deveraux had taught her to make was then thrown out of her room window and she looked as it floated away.

=First Hammel introduction=

“Mrs. Deveraux, Sloane has a gift.”

“Of course she does,” Eileen Deveraux looked at the strange young [younger than her, anyway] woman who sat across her and her fidgeting daughter who was scowling at the woman. “Sit up straight, ma cher.” Eileen moved a hand straight up Sloane’s back and the young girl scowled even harder. Her mother had the magic touch. Anything her hand landed on did what it was told.

The smile on the woman’s face crept Sloane out. It was on all accounts welcoming and pleasant but Sloane was already in a bad mood so anything the lady did was bad. “Sloane’s gift is a little more special than usual.”

“Miss Panagos, I urge you to get to the point. I have six sons to mind and Sloane doesn’t like going to parties even if it’s hers especially in that dress she’s wearing.” Her impatience clearly showing behind the polite smile.

Sloane fiddled with the hem of her pouffy dress before looking up at the lady with the creeper smile. “I’m sure you are well aware that Sloane’s ability needs to be honed and crafted before it gets out of hand.” Sloane frowned even deeper than before as she whipped her head around to face her mother. “What is she talking about?” Sloane mouthed to her mother.

Eileen rested her hand on Sloane’s to quiet her down. “Hammel sent you? I would have thought they would send Michael.”

Sloane was even more confused but she kept her mouth shut as Miss Panagos gave another creeper smile. “He doesn’t do all the recruiting. Mrs. Deveraux, you know how important it is for her to get the proper education and training.”

The elder Deveraux held one hand up and smiled wearily. “Don’t worry, I know exactly how important it is. And the holiday breaks, they’re still the same? And I can bring her back if there was a medical emergency in the family.”

Miss Panagos nodded and Eileen turned to Sloane with a reassuring smile. “Cher, I want you to tell your father Miss Panagos from Hammel is here and you need to pack.” Sloane was about to protest but her mother held one hand up with a head shake. “Cher, do as your maman tells you. Please.”

It wasn’t a tearful goodbye, as was expected from Sloane and as she waved to her six older brothers and her parents who clung on to each other. It wasn’t until she was finally settled in her dorm that she let her emotions get the best of her.

=First decision=

“So I think I’m staying here in Pilot Ridge, ma.” Sloane stared at the phone jacked on the wall, following the coil of the cord as it spiralled down and then up to the receiver she was holding. She could hear her mother sigh over the phone.

“Have you planned-”

“I’ve already gotten job applications out. Two are already biting. I’ve surveyed apartments. I know one that is cheap enough to pay for with the salary I’m expecting. And I will be sending out fliers for a roommate so it isn’t too steep. I’ve worked out my expenditure and I figure if I train hard enough I could even apply for a cadet position in the local police force.”

Her mother’s silence had Sloane chewing on her lower lip until she heard her father’s chuckle on the other line. “She has it all figured out, Eileen. Give the girl a break.”

“Papa!” Sloane laughed while Eileen berated her husband for eavesdropping. But after serious deliberation and suggestions given by both her parents, they came to an agreement that while it is completely okay for Sloane to stay at Pilot Ridge, she’d have to agree to having her brothers drop in every now and then at random times. And she would have proper training by her father if she was completely serious about continuing the line of law enforcers in the Deveraux family.

“Deal.”

=First dead body=

At 26, Sloane quickly rose to the ranks of plainclothes detective without having ever seen a dead body or killed anybody but that quickly changed when she was involved in a drug bust that went south quickly when her partner was shot straight in the head right in front of her. She almost panicked but instinct powered through her legs as she ran for the perpetrator. They eventually captured the killer but Sloane never recovered from having had to bury her first partner.

Since then, her relationships with her partners never seem to last. She will always pick up the smallest mistake they made and made it even bigger than it initially was. She justifies her whole system by remarking that she wasn’t in the business of mollycoddling any recruits. Truthfully, she just didn’t want to be responsible for another partner’s safety. And she definitely didn’t want to feel completely helpless if they were shot in the head right in front of her.

=First [and only] long-term relationship=

Sloane’s first long-term relationship started and ended on pretty much the same note. She had been drowning her sorrows after a particularly hard day’s drill when she was approached by clean-shaven twenty-four year old Sam Carlton, a biomedic student she basically poured her heart out to that night and ended up in bed with him. It became a pattern for them to meet up at the same bar at the same time and going back home together.

After four months of wrestling the obvious mutual attraction and feelings they had, both gave in to their need for each other’s company. For a good solid three years, they went through the regular transitions couples went through, dates, moving in together, talk of kids...and then everything came tumbling down when after a particularly rough day at work, Sloane went to the bar to drown her sorrows to see Sam picking up another woman.

That night, Sloane vowed not to let a man ever make her cry.

Behind the M A S K . . .

Name: You should call me Princess Hanawakagoolee. Or Nu would be fine.
Age: Early twenties
RP Experience: Longer than I initially expected
How did you find us?: I am all knowing

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