[Ade didn't know what to think of this city. The buildings were too tall, everything was too clean. It was peaceful, sure, but Ade wasn't a creature inclined to simply roll over and accept peace.
Nothing was ever simple after all. And from what he knew of the world, nothing was peaceful either. The one good thing about it though was that everything was bright and there were a lot of open spaces and that meant one important thing... Ade could get out there and fly. He tugged on the hoodie he'd arrived in, thankful for the way it was tailored to his body. It would serve to give him the best anonymity he could ask for under these conditions, tying the hood tight over his head before he took off and flew around, keeping to the less crowded areas in order to keep his secret safe.
When he finally lands, he does so discretely before walking into the busy streets with a shit-eating grin on his face. For anyone who knew him off the Moira it was a decidedly strange expression; after all... did anyone know of the boy having smiled before?]
City; night
[Ade took a stroll too at night, seeing the city in a new light. He was actually kind of bored, he'd quite enjoyed some of the other planets for their seediness, for the dubious quality they all held. It seemed a bit more normal for the boy who'd spent the time between the Facility and the Institute living on the streets. This place was too clean for all of that and he felt like too much of a disruption if he went out and got wasted.
Instead, he just walked, shoving his hands deep in his pockets, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He stopped by a fountain, a beautiful glass sculpture made of swirling patterns and he stared at it for a moment, caught off guard by it. Until, of course, those swirling patterns took on instantly recognizable forms. A second ago he'd been staring at his own face, now though, he was staring at an image he'd sooner have forgotten.
It was himself, sure, a few year prior. At the age of sixteen. In a cell. It was one of his earliest memories of the Facility and as such, one of his first torture sessions. He watched as his younger body was repeatedly beaten, crying out for help, crying out for his parents while a doctor stood to one side annotating things on a clipboard.
The mutant didn't have a chance to think before his hands are suddenly free of his pockets. He'd been living so secretly, having hardly touched his powers. But that vision... it woke his rage straight back up and took any impulse he might've had for discretion straight out of his head. He raises his hands with a violent yell, closing his fists. The fountain explodes outwards, crushed explosively beneath the weight of his gravity field, the fragments become a storm blowing towards him, even as some cut into him, leaving bloody grazes on his cheeks and tearing his uniform.
He didn't care though, he'd just needed the image gone... leaving him standing there, breath heaving and unshed tears glistening in his eyes.]
Adrian 'Force' Clark
[Ade didn't know what to think of this city. The buildings were too tall, everything was too clean. It was peaceful, sure, but Ade wasn't a creature inclined to simply roll over and accept peace.
Nothing was ever simple after all. And from what he knew of the world, nothing was peaceful either. The one good thing about it though was that everything was bright and there were a lot of open spaces and that meant one important thing... Ade could get out there and fly. He tugged on the hoodie he'd arrived in, thankful for the way it was tailored to his body. It would serve to give him the best anonymity he could ask for under these conditions, tying the hood tight over his head before he took off and flew around, keeping to the less crowded areas in order to keep his secret safe.
When he finally lands, he does so discretely before walking into the busy streets with a shit-eating grin on his face. For anyone who knew him off the Moira it was a decidedly strange expression; after all... did anyone know of the boy having smiled before?]
[Ade took a stroll too at night, seeing the city in a new light. He was actually kind of bored, he'd quite enjoyed some of the other planets for their seediness, for the dubious quality they all held. It seemed a bit more normal for the boy who'd spent the time between the Facility and the Institute living on the streets. This place was too clean for all of that and he felt like too much of a disruption if he went out and got wasted.
Instead, he just walked, shoving his hands deep in his pockets, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He stopped by a fountain, a beautiful glass sculpture made of swirling patterns and he stared at it for a moment, caught off guard by it. Until, of course, those swirling patterns took on instantly recognizable forms. A second ago he'd been staring at his own face, now though, he was staring at an image he'd sooner have forgotten.
It was himself, sure, a few year prior. At the age of sixteen. In a cell. It was one of his earliest memories of the Facility and as such, one of his first torture sessions. He watched as his younger body was repeatedly beaten, crying out for help, crying out for his parents while a doctor stood to one side annotating things on a clipboard.
The mutant didn't have a chance to think before his hands are suddenly free of his pockets. He'd been living so secretly, having hardly touched his powers. But that vision... it woke his rage straight back up and took any impulse he might've had for discretion straight out of his head. He raises his hands with a violent yell, closing his fists. The fountain explodes outwards, crushed explosively beneath the weight of his gravity field, the fragments become a storm blowing towards him, even as some cut into him, leaving bloody grazes on his cheeks and tearing his uniform.
He didn't care though, he'd just needed the image gone... leaving him standing there, breath heaving and unshed tears glistening in his eyes.]