Taci Caelyn Pierce
Sept 25, 2011 11:35:39 GMT -5
Post by Taci Pierce on Sept 25, 2011 11:35:39 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Taci Caelyn Pierce
Nickname: Tace, Queen Bee, and plenty of insults
Age: Seventeen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Tactile Hypnosis
Upon physical contact (must be skin to skin), Taci is able to hypnotize a person to do her bidding. Verbal commands must be given for the ability to work, she does not have a 100% success rate, and the influence is strongest on male humans. The victim will perform nearly any command given, unless they are somehow restrained or resistant to her power. Upon initial contact, the hypnosis will linger for about five minutes without constant contact before beginning to wear off, give or take a minute or two depending on the resilience of the victim. Most commands will be obeyed while under hypnosis, with one exception. Taci cannot force them to kill another human being unless the desire to do so is already there. The side effects are few, but can get extreme. With initial contact, Taci feels no adverse effects, but from the second touch onward, she begins to grow weaker, starting out gradually and then getting worse and worse the more she touches them. After about ten repeated touches within a couple of hours, Taci is rendered unconscious. If she makes contact ten or more times within three or four hours, a headache begins to manifest, and within the hour it turns into a crippling migraine that leaves her bedridden for several hours.
Play By:Haley RammLet it F L O W . . .Transcript: Interview #1
Date: 20090618
Time: 1047
Interrogating Officer: Victor Reynolds
Counselor on Hand: Edna Martinez
Supervising Officer: Cpt. George Samuels
Suspect Name: Taci Pierce
There is the sound of a stack of papers rustling. A sharp sigh.
Pierce: Can I get out of here please? This is bullshit.
Reynolds: I need you to please watch the language, young lady, and no, you cannot leave yet. The more you cooperate, the sooner we can get this over with.
Pierce: I still say this is bull…crap. But fine. Hurry it up. I have stuff I need to do.
Reynolds: Suspect Taci Caelyn Pierce. Roanoke City Jail, Roanoke, Virginia. Officer Reynolds interviewing, Captain Samuels supervising. June 18th, 2010, ten forty seven hours. Suspect arrested and being held on charges of a 3608 seduction of adult, 1178 forcible contact, 4105 minor misrepresenting age, 4195 minor in possession of alcoholic substances, 4801 resisting arrest, and 5311 disorderly conduct.
Pierce: I think they know that.
Reynolds: That’s a lot for a fifteen year old.
Pierce: Well it’s not like any of it was that serious.
Reynolds: It’s serious enough, and more so with the situation you were found in.
Pierce: Look! That wasn’t at all what it looked like! You pigs come marching in with your guns and batons and flashlights, and you assume-
Reynolds: Quiet. Let’s just conduct the interview civilly and you’ll be out of this room before you know it.
Pierce: Good. It’s boring in here.
Reynolds: We’ll need to get background information first, for your record. Your name is Taci Caelyn Pierce, correct?
Pierce: No, moron, of course not. It’s not like my file says that or anything.
Reynolds: Have you ever gone by any name other than that one?
Pierce: Oh, let’s see. Tace, Queen Bee, Bitch, Whore, Slut-
Reynolds: Let me rephrase. Have you ever gone by any name other than that one in any official documents?
Pierce: Nooo.
Reynolds: What is your age and date of birth?
Pierce: I’m fifteen, but don’t let that stop you, big guy. I was born on April 14th, 1994.
Reynolds: What is your natural hair color?
Pierce: You’re looking at it. Like hell I’d change it.
Reynolds: Watch the language, or we’ll wait longer to conduct this interview. What is your height and weight?
Pierce: You’re shi-…kidding me.
Reynolds: What is your height and weight?
Pierce: I heard you the first time, prick.
Reynolds: Then answer the question.
Pierce: 5’4”, and 100 pounds.
Reynolds: Your real weight.
Pierce: You’re goddamn kidding me. Fine. 110. Bastard.
Reynolds: Do you want to stay here overnight? We have all the time in the world to do this interview.
Pierce: Heck no.
Reynolds: Then do not cuss again. Alright. Detail, if you would, the events that led to your arrest.
Pierce: You’re tripping if you think I’m reliving that night again.
Reynolds: The longer you take, the longer you’re stuck in this room.
Pierce: What if I have to pee?
Reynolds: How long can you hold it? Approximately ten seconds of silence. Then I suggest you get this over with.
Pierce: Well, it sure wasn’t my fault. Everyone in my school goes clubbing. It’s bull that you picked me out of a club packed with underage whores. But I was just hanging out with my friends, minding my own business, when this guy comes up and starts flirting. And I mean, seriously, he was a cute guy. I’m not gonna turn him away just because you pigs don’t think I’m mature enough. So like, I chatted him up, and he chatted me up, and then he asked how old I was. Freaking a, man. So I told him I was twenty. Apparently I don’t look twenty. Bullsh-…sorry, bull. Anyway, he didn’t believe me, so he started to go. But like hell I was gonna let him leave. He was freaking sexy. So I reached out and lightly put a hand on his arm, and he stopped walking. I asked him to come back, and he did. I asked him to sit down, and he did. I asked him to buy me a drink. And he did. It was a beautiful thing. So like, we started talking again, but after a few minutes, he seemed like he wanted to leave, so I put my hand on his cheek, and suddenly he didn’t want to leave anymore. I figured, this guy must just want some hot sex, and I did too. So I told him to kiss me. I was starting to get tired, but I was still totally into it. I mean, dam-…dang he was hot, and he was totally up for it. So he leaned forward and he practically shoved his tongue down my throat. I pulled back and told him if he wanted it so bad, to just take it already. And then the guy just, like, pushed me off of my stool and got on top of me and started feeling me up. I thought he’d move fast, but Jesus, at least some privacy, you know? Maybe I was a bit buzzed because I didn’t care at the time, though. So we started going at it, but just as he was about to take my shirt off, that bit- brat bartender told him to get off of me and said we had to get out. I put a hand on his arm and told him to deal with her. I didn’t think he’d get up and beat the crap out of her, though. I mean, he really went at her. It wasn’t my fault, though! So of course some prick or another called the cops, then you fags showed up and got all bossy and like, Jesus, just cause some girl has her jeans undone does not give you a right to boss me around! And I guess that one dude of yours agrees with me, cause the second he put his hand on my arm and I told him to let go, he did. Then I passed out, which is total bull.
Reynolds: We have a statement from the man saying he had no desire to touch you, and that you forced him.
Pierce: How in God’s name could I force him to hump me like that?
Reynolds: We have a counselor on hand who is going to talk to you. Have a nice night.
Pierce: Wait! Come back, you bitch! I’m not done talking to you. How could I force him? You’re seriously gonna charge me with forced contact?!
The sound of a door opening and closing. A chair scrapes against the floor.
Pierce: Who the hell are you?
Martinez: Hello Taci. You can call me Edna Martinez.
Pierce: Edna is an old woman’s name. You ain’t no Edna.
Martinez: I’ll take that as a compliment. So I hear you’ve been having some trouble lately.
Pierce: Bullshit. They’re framing me. I didn’t do nothing wrong.
Martinez: You just admitted to all of it, though.
Pierce: The sound of a chair clattering to the floor. BITCH I DIDN’T FORCE HIM TO DO ANYTHING!
Martinez: I’m going to have to ask you not to shout or cuss, and please right your chair and sit back down. You’ll want to sit for this.
Pierce: Whore…More clattering and a huff from Pierce.
Martinez: Now Taci, I’m afraid you’re not going to go back to your school.
Pierce: What? Like hell I’m not.
Martinez: Please keep the language to a minimum.
Pierce: Fine. What do you mean I’m not going back to my school? You can’t expel me for this!
Martinez: You are not being expelled, but…transferred, I suppose is a good word.
Pierce: What on earth are you talking about?
Martinez: Are you aware, Taci, of meta-humans?
Pierce: What? Those people who keep blowing stuff up and reading minds and stuff?
Martinez: Those are a couple of the hundreds or thousands of possible powers, yes.
Pierce: What about ‘em?
Martinez: You are one of them.
Pierce: Excuse me?
Martinez: You are a meta-human, Taci, and according to our source, you have the ability of tactile hypnosis. Do you know what that is?
Pierce: This is bullsh-
Martinez: Language.
Pierce: This is stupid.
Martinez: Stupid or not, Taci, it’s true. Do you know what tactile hypnosis is?
Pierce: Yes, I’m not three years old.
Martinez: Then you know the severity of your situation, and why you passed out on scene?
Pierce: I passed out because I was hammered.
Martinez: You passed out because you overused your abilities. That’s why I’m here. I’m here to tell you about Hammel Institute, where you will now be going to school to learn to control your powers and yourself.
Pierce: I don’t need no controlling.
Martinez: Clearly. But nonetheless, you are coming with me. It is nonnegotiable. You start immediately.
-End Tape-
Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Pariah
Age: Twenty
RP Experience: Eight+ years
How did you find us?: Advertisement searchingShow your S K I L L S . . .Deane groaned a bit as he closed his book, cracking his neck and shoulders before standing up from the couch. He had been hunched over his school texts for four hours straight studying for tests that weren’t going to be held for another few weeks, but he had to be prepared. The 4.0 GPA wasn’t going to keep itself, and he dreaded to think what would happen to him if he didn’t get that 4.0. He looked out the window for a moment and decided that it was still light enough to go for a walk. He knew a walk would do him good, especially after the past couple of weeks he had had. His father had decided to stop into town, and that wasn’t exactly the best thing in the world. Though most of the bruises had faded from the encounter, his skin was still splotched odd shades of beige, from his face to his toes. His eyes were a bit darker than the rest of his body, having sported quite the shiners.
Looking down at himself, Deane struggled to decide if he was dressed up enough to be seen in public. All he had on was a pair of jeans and a white shirt, but was that too underdressed? And he supposed it depended on where he was going. He didn’t have an exact destination in mind, so he figured he might as well dress at least somewhat nicely just in case he went into a store or the bistro or something. Deane made his way over to his closet and dug through the shirts on the hangers for a few minutes before settling on a black vest. At first he buttoned it up, but decided that was far too dressy. He unbuttoned it again and was much more satisfied with the result.
Deane stuffed his pockets with his usual items, including his packet of Camel Turkish Royals cigarettes, the silver lighter his sister had given him, a handful of mints, and the Batman wallet his brother had given to him. He placed a hand against his throat to make sure his necklace was still on. He never took it off, but he always double checked just in case.
Satisfied, Deane grabbed his dark blue Superman Converse shoes, took a tweed jacket off of his coat hanger, threw it on, and opened the door. ”I’m going out, Daisy!” He called, not 100% sure if Daisy was even home. ”I won’t be too long. I have my phone with me!” And with that, he was out the door.
He wandered aimlessly for about thirty minutes, watching the sunset from the streets of downtown Ashwick before actually picking a location to go to. He turned around and headed toward the park, keeping his eyes moving at all times. Over the years he had learned to memorize the location of every possible escape route, though he very rarely had any use for them. It was simply habit, in case he was ever in enough danger to feel the need to flee.
Deane entered the park and was somewhat surprised at how empty and dark it was. Unused to the paths, Deane seemed to take all the wrong ones, winding up in a denser, darker part of the park rather than closer to the city lights. He didn’t mind much, but it did make him feel slightly uneasy. If there were two things he was scared of the most, it was silence and the dark, and right now it was deathly silent. Not a single bird chirped, which was rather odd.
The sound of a twig cracking behind him made Deane jump and spin around. ”Anyone there?” He called out, trying to keep his voice steady and succeeding for the most part. Inside, though, he was rather afraid.
