Many years ago, superhumans were viewed as monsters. Unacceptable to society, they were shunned and treated poorly by the regular human masses. All of that changed, however, in the 1940s. The view of heroes changed and the Golden Era was born. Heroes became celebrities, and corporations bought into the fad and created Brand Superhero. All roses have thorns, however, and the era of superheros came to an end in 2008. Beloved hero Eric Evers, aka Wonderman, was found dead in Times Square. The culprit? One of his friends and fellow heroes. No one trusted heroes anymore, and tensions became high. With the downfall of heroes, the superhero university, Vireximus, was under a watchful and scrutinizing eye. All the students and professors at the university can do now is wait and find their place in the new world of Broken Superheroes.
Post by ZEPHYR FEAR on Dec 16, 2013 0:09:35 GMT -6
Zeph didn't know what crazy black magic they installed into the security of this place, but it made his life infinitely annoying. For Zeph, most forms of technology could give information and receive commands as easily as any human, but trying to fiddle with the damned security at this school was like trying to communicate with someone who was blind and deaf. He could probably do it given time and patience, but at the moment, as with most days, Zeph had neither. Consequently, he had to be a little more creative than simply waltzing through the bloody ID-coded door into Evers Hall.
Sure, he could wait for someone who actually lived there to open it, but why wait when he could be proactive about things? Eli was on the first floor, so this would be a piece of cake. While he walked over to the window which should've been room 104, Zeph scanned the nearby area for things that could play audio. The trick was just connecting to things in Eli's room and not the ones on either side. That shouldn't be too difficult. Though, to be perfectly honest, he didn't care all that much if any of Eli's neighbors heard. Zeph knocked on the window and spoke into his phone, sending the message to the speakers on the Freshman's computer, phone, and whatever else in the room Zeph could link to.
"Earth to Eli, Earth to Eli. Get th' fuck out here, we got places t' be! And open yer bloody blinds for once, would ya'?"
If that wasn't a clear enough message, Zeph didn't know what was.
Post by ELI MADDOX on Dec 16, 2013 10:35:26 GMT -6
Alone in his room, Eli comfortable works on his class assignments at his desk. With only a few questions left to answer before he's 100% done, he concentrates while tuned out with the help from his large headset. Though even with his efforts there really isn't anything of his in his room that could distract him. With liking to live in a very minimalist setting, Eli has nothing decorative or expressive on his half of the room. No posters or figurines, probably the most excitable thing he's got is a bookshelf leaning on his raised bed and a bin filled with food hidden under his bedsheets and mattress. Aside from that all his cloths easily fits in one drawer leaving the rest either empty or filled with a few worksheets from class.
His roommate probably finds it strange that his decor and style are a bore, but Eli has lost all interest in such things. Only when it's cold that he worries about what he wears, making sure that everything is warm enough.
"Just two more."
Eli keeps scribbling on strong, almost more motivated seeing that he's just about done. Once he fills out all his work, he can take a quick snack break or maybe even go out for some real food. But such thoughts will soon be forgotten as a loud screeching sound and a familiar voice echoes through his headset and about every other device with a speaker in his room.
Eli jumps up so high that he nearly falls from his seat from the shock. Pulling off his headset in a panic, Eli turns away from his desk and looks around his room for a familiar face. However no other living soul is found in the room as Eli sits in the room drowned by noises. In relief, the boy sighs as he stands up and walks to the window. Turning the latch and pulling up the blind, the boy opens the window to his visitor, giving him a sheepish gaze along with a monotone hello.
"You know you could have just texted me. Nearly made me fall from my seat."
He pulls open the window even more incase his guest wanted to slip in and talk, as it seems to be a more common thing than having people knocking at your door. Though it could just be because he's on ground level. With such easy access, who needs to bother with entering the building. Of course knowing Zeph is the guest today, Eli has a nagging feeling that his ass is about to be dragged off somewhere new again. So what's the point of coming in and getting cozy?
"You want some snacks? My aunt just mailed me more chocolate bars so I got a bunch of those right now."
Eli inches a bit away from the window, unsure if Zeph will crawl through it. He looks at his guest with a slight curious look, wondering what his surprise visit is about.
Post by ZEPHYR FEAR on Dec 22, 2013 18:06:36 GMT -6
"Mornin', mate," Zeph replied to the Freshman's quiet greeting, grinning as he slipped his phone back into his pocket, "That'd be true enough, but where's the fun 'n just gettin' a text? That shite's too easy t' ignore and sure as hell won't wake ya' up." Of course, Zeph normally preferred to just text people, since he could read and reply to their messages without even touching his phone, but this was important! Plus, scaring the living daylights out of his friends (or anyone who happened to be around, really) was one of his favorite hobbies.
Resting his elbows on the window frame, forearms lazily dangling inside the room, he glanced around at the bareness of it all. Eli's lack of decorations was less than exciting. Granted, if you took the computers, gaming systems, and screens out of Zeph's room it would've probably looked about the same, but at least he could argue that his wealth of technology was a form of expression. Fuck, man, we gotta' get you s'more stuff to liven this cell up... he muttered, not as an immediate demand, but rather as a suggestion for another day. Zeph made a mental note (aka, saving this tidbit of information in the file on his phone aptly titled "shit_to_remember") to either take this kid shopping or give him a ton of decorative presents for his birthday.
His attention, however, seemed to be immediately taken by the mention of snacks, and his eyes lit up at the mention of chocolate. Unless he honestly suspected that someone might give him poisoned food (it had happened), there was no situation which he could imagine where Zeph would turn down snacks. "Hell yeh, grab a handful and bring 'em along! You're comin' to drama club even if I gotta' drag you out this window myself," he declared. The grin on his face indicated that he would be more than happy to do so, too.
Zeph didn't actually peg Eli as the type to get up on a stage and perform in front of a ton of people, but that was fine. Zeph wasn't the type to recite predetermined lines without pulling some crazy stunt, so it wasn't exactly his cup of tea, either. That's why tech crew was invented, right? But honestly, it was just a really fun group to hang out with (minus perfectionist princess Katie), and Eli was going to meet them whether he wanted to or not.
Eli turns away from Zeph to observe his little corner of his room. The emptiness of it does make it look cold and lifeless. Sort of unwelcoming too, but with a person who likes to spend as little time in his own room, there didn't seem much reason to decorate. He only really needs the bare minimum to live comfortably and the rest of his enjoyment is mostly found outside. Either with other people or in different environments.
"I mean, what will I do with it all once the school year ends?"
Eli looks back after his little self proclaimed concussing only to see his guest beaming up. He's come to noticed that offering treats or snacks somehow has a wonderful effect on other people. They become so overjoyed by it, possibly from the fact that any normal person likes to munch, or maybe because it's free. A slight smile curls up on Eli's face from it too, feeling that his actions are a success. Especially if it's a friend he sees is feeling good from it. The boy turns away and walks towards his stash under the bed.
His dark skinned hand latches onto the chest like container and drags it out from under. Once it's out enough that he can open hit, he lifts the lid and reaches inside with a large open hand. He slowly starts pulling out a few of his treats as he starts thinking about the best way to carry these to the drama club. Wait, drama club?
"So is anything okay...wait what?"
Eli looks away from the many bags of snacks and to Zephyr with a confused look. Sure he's been dragged out of his room by this guy several times before. If fact, nearly every visit this guest has made was to drag the boy into some strange place. His little adventures always turn out fun in some way, and this is likely to be no different, but the drama club? The boy barely talks on his own. How's he not going to look like a total weirdo sitting in the back silently in a club that is all about communication. It's not going to end well for Eli, that's for sure.
"W-hat are we going to do at the drama club? Are we just going to watch them practice?"
His head slowly tilts to the side as his face scrunches up, forming a confused look. He has a strong feeling that the two are definitely not going there to watch. But for some reason he can seem to imagine that the two would actually go to participate. Especially not Eli, he's too quite for that. Doing that makes just as much sense as a carrot walking in to a petting zoo to make friends with the goats. It's just weird.
"Are you plotting something?"
Last Edit: Feb 2, 2014 6:42:35 GMT -6 by ELI MADDOX
Post by ZEPHYR FEAR on May 4, 2014 11:25:55 GMT -6
With a tilt of his head and the raise of an eyebrow, Zeph gave the freshman a look that wordlessly asked the question "Really, mate? Really?" Zeph viewed his own room as an extension--or, at the very least, an expression--of himself, so having (and enjoying) a bare-bones room with little more than the necessities was an alien concept to him. "Just bring it all back for next year. Ya got a fuck-ton of time an' a room at home for the patches in between..." he said as he grabbed the sides of the open window and began to climb through. However, he stopped short, one foot in the room and the other still perched on the window ledge, as a disturbing thought crossed his mind. "Please tell me your other room doesn't look like this."
The issue was, of course, not too serious, since there was the much more pressing issue of sugary snacks and dragging Eli to Drama Club. Zeph grinned mischievously at Eli's question. Maybe he should've kept that bit of information pertaining to their destination to himself until he had at least gotten Eli outside. Whoops. Hopping fully into the room, Zeph walked over to the confused-looking freshman and reached over his shoulder to snatch a chocolate bar out of his hand for himself. "I'm not picky. An' you heard me: You. Are. Coming. To. Drama. Club," he spoke with utmost clarity, pointing his newly acquired chocolate bar at Eli for each word.
Zeph just scoffed when Eli asked what they were going to do there. As if that was a question he was going to answer. It'd be a lot easier if Eli didn't know the true madness that he was getting dragged into. Even when Zephyr wasn't doing something ridiculous, drama club was definitely one of the more colorful groups at VU. The look Eli gave him was pretty hilarious, though. He looked like a confused puppy, and Zeph was almost tempted to tell him what he should expect.
"Me? Plotting? Deah, what evah have I done to make ya say such a scandalous accusation?" He asked jokingly, adopting a stereotypical southern belle accent while fluttering his eyelashes. His lips, however, quickly reverted to a smile and his usual accent returned when he spoke again, "Really though, if you're bringin' snacks, bring 'em, but you got sixty seconds to get your shit together before I'm pushing you out the window, savvy?"
KA-BAM! was created by Habbue, Pidge, and Dee and now run by Dollar, Shinxy, Riley, and Darling. Old affiliate button art is by Loundraw. Banner, ad, and new affiliate button art is by Jo Chen and copyrighted to Marval Comics. All art is proporty of their original creators and no member of this site takes ownership for any art on the site. Additional codes to the side are by Habbue. Please do not take anything without permission. All characters and plots are property of their creators.