The Downside of Destiny (Bethany Jordan)
Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 10:55 pm
"What were you thinking? Were you thinking?"
Thomas Jordan paced the floor of his living room, his fingers squeezing the bridge of his nose. His shoes squeaked with each step, and the business suit he wore rustled softly. He was the picture of a man in the prime of his life. A successful businessman with a caring, wonderful wife and two beautiful children who looked poised to follow in their parents' footsteps, Thomas Jordan was living the American dream. And although he didn't look a day over 27, those close to him knew he was already well into his fifties. Life was good for the Jordan household.
And yet before him, slouching on the couch with her arms crossed, sat his young daughter, looking angry at the world. Her jet black hair was tinged with cherry red to match the baggy pants she wore. She didn't look up when her father addressed her, prefering to keep staring at a spot on the wall.
"well, Bethany? What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking I wanted a smoke." The girl's voice was flat, almost uncaring. She glanced at her father's face briefly.
He ran his fingers through his own black hair and took off his glasses. Stopping mid-stride, he turned to Bethany and crossed his own arms. "So you decided it would be best to light up in the locker room? Bethany, those things are bad for you."
The girl scoffed. "Yeah right, Dad." She leaned forward settling her arms on her knees. "You know as well as I do that it's only a matter of time before they don't do a thing to me. Just like you and Mom. God knows you've drilled it into our heads enough."
"Young lady, you will not speak to your father that way." Thomas lifted a finger to point down the hall. "You are grounded until further notice. No phone, no TV, no going out. You go to school and you come home. Oh and..." He opened his hand, palm up towards her. "Give me what's left."
Sneering, Bethany took the beat up pack from a pocket halfway down her jeans and slammed it into her father's hand. She whirled down the hall and stomped to her room, shutting the door with a loud thud. Frustrated, she punched the wall, yelling loudly.
And stopped. Midway up the wall, right where her fist had landed, the paint was bubbled and peeled away, the edges disappearing into ash. Soot blackened the whole area.
"Shi-"
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Bethany Jordan is the twin sister of Brandon Jordan and daughter of Dawn's Early Light and Searing Freedom. As third generation metas, it was understood from a very young age that she and her brother would take up the mantle that their parents and grandparents carry and still carry to this day.
Unlike her brother, Bethany rebeled against this destiny, in every way she could. Rather than feel blessed by her powers and lineage, she felt trapped. Her rebelious tendencies have landed her in a fair amount of hot water over the last couple years, with run-ins with both the authorities of her school and the police. Mostly minor infractions, her parents bailed her out each time, stressing the importance of the duty before her. When both she and her brother displayed their long awaited powers, the Jordans contacted SJS to teach their children the control they need in the hopes that the nuns could handle their daughter's behavior as well.
((OOC Info))
For those of you who have not met any of the Boyd/Jordan family before, they are a group of patriotic superheroes dating back to just after WWII. Their powers are tied to the radioactive nature of their blood and passed down to their children. Among these powers are an accelerated metabolism and a slowed aging proccess. These manifest as regeneration and the ability to "burn off" foreign substances quickly, such as poisons, drugs, or alcohol. Bethany's abilities are nowhere near as advanced as her grandparents or parents but she knows it's only a matter of time. She knows that she's in for a long, probably lonely life, so she intends to make the most of her time before the abilities catch up to her family's.
Thomas Jordan paced the floor of his living room, his fingers squeezing the bridge of his nose. His shoes squeaked with each step, and the business suit he wore rustled softly. He was the picture of a man in the prime of his life. A successful businessman with a caring, wonderful wife and two beautiful children who looked poised to follow in their parents' footsteps, Thomas Jordan was living the American dream. And although he didn't look a day over 27, those close to him knew he was already well into his fifties. Life was good for the Jordan household.
And yet before him, slouching on the couch with her arms crossed, sat his young daughter, looking angry at the world. Her jet black hair was tinged with cherry red to match the baggy pants she wore. She didn't look up when her father addressed her, prefering to keep staring at a spot on the wall.
"well, Bethany? What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking I wanted a smoke." The girl's voice was flat, almost uncaring. She glanced at her father's face briefly.
He ran his fingers through his own black hair and took off his glasses. Stopping mid-stride, he turned to Bethany and crossed his own arms. "So you decided it would be best to light up in the locker room? Bethany, those things are bad for you."
The girl scoffed. "Yeah right, Dad." She leaned forward settling her arms on her knees. "You know as well as I do that it's only a matter of time before they don't do a thing to me. Just like you and Mom. God knows you've drilled it into our heads enough."
"Young lady, you will not speak to your father that way." Thomas lifted a finger to point down the hall. "You are grounded until further notice. No phone, no TV, no going out. You go to school and you come home. Oh and..." He opened his hand, palm up towards her. "Give me what's left."
Sneering, Bethany took the beat up pack from a pocket halfway down her jeans and slammed it into her father's hand. She whirled down the hall and stomped to her room, shutting the door with a loud thud. Frustrated, she punched the wall, yelling loudly.
And stopped. Midway up the wall, right where her fist had landed, the paint was bubbled and peeled away, the edges disappearing into ash. Soot blackened the whole area.
"Shi-"
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Bethany Jordan is the twin sister of Brandon Jordan and daughter of Dawn's Early Light and Searing Freedom. As third generation metas, it was understood from a very young age that she and her brother would take up the mantle that their parents and grandparents carry and still carry to this day.
Unlike her brother, Bethany rebeled against this destiny, in every way she could. Rather than feel blessed by her powers and lineage, she felt trapped. Her rebelious tendencies have landed her in a fair amount of hot water over the last couple years, with run-ins with both the authorities of her school and the police. Mostly minor infractions, her parents bailed her out each time, stressing the importance of the duty before her. When both she and her brother displayed their long awaited powers, the Jordans contacted SJS to teach their children the control they need in the hopes that the nuns could handle their daughter's behavior as well.
((OOC Info))
For those of you who have not met any of the Boyd/Jordan family before, they are a group of patriotic superheroes dating back to just after WWII. Their powers are tied to the radioactive nature of their blood and passed down to their children. Among these powers are an accelerated metabolism and a slowed aging proccess. These manifest as regeneration and the ability to "burn off" foreign substances quickly, such as poisons, drugs, or alcohol. Bethany's abilities are nowhere near as advanced as her grandparents or parents but she knows it's only a matter of time. She knows that she's in for a long, probably lonely life, so she intends to make the most of her time before the abilities catch up to her family's.