For someone whoâs been around so many years now, it was weird and endearing at the same time that Nathan didnât quite get the gist of how this facility runs. Particularly when the subject is waking up early. Some say itâs ADHD, others say his brain is stuck in that pesky moodiness of an eighteen year old, unable to fully mature. Either way, the boy couldnât be completely blamed. Not this time at least. What kind of person startles others like this? Even in this place?Â
His sweet dreams of partying and actually going out got interrupted so suddenly that the agent jumped out of bed ready to defend himself before even knowing what he should be defending himself against. He took a somewhat relieved look at the familiar face and started yelling at them. âOH MY GOD, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?! If I could die, Iâd probably be having a heart attack right now!â
dorothy lifted her hand and covered her mouth to stifle the laughter that erupted from her lips at the sight of the agent nearly jumping out of his skin at the sight of her. she might have witnessed this countless times before, giving a fright to those unaccustomed to her simply floating into rooms rather than walking into them, but it somehow always managed to brighten her spirits.
she wiped away a tear from her eyes, slowly coming back to herself and trying to keep herself from bursting into laughter again. âit would still have been worth it, if only for the look on your face.â she pointed toward the agent and wiped away another tear.Â
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ââ The library was in complete disarray; books strewn in every direction, their pages folded and torn, buried under the collapsed shelves that had used to hold them. It was a shame, Patrick thought to himself as he assessed the damage, that nobody had thought to come here and tidy up, but he couldnât have expected any different. It was rare to find anyone here on a normal day. With all that had been going on â the explosion, the realization that they were trapped underground until further notice and the panic that had ensued since â books would understandably be the last thing on anyoneâs mind. For Patrick however, he couldnât bear to think of much else. Damaged paperbacks were hard enough to stomach, let alone the mulitple dead Agents on the higher levels or, God forbid, the imminent doom if their stockpiles ran short. He would build up to the gruesome reality later. It would be much easier to face the chaos after heâd alphabetized the non-fiction section. At least, thatâs what Patrick told himself. If only he could find the non-fiction section. A quick look around reminded him that it didnât exist anymore.
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Hours later, heâd made somewhat of a dent. The shelves had been reassambled, the debris moved aside and, although the majority were still on the floor, all books had been organized into their respectable groups. In neat piles they surrounded Patrick who, perched on a stool in the center, looked like a ringmaster in a circus tent (albeit a dishevelled one). On his left side was fiction; on the right non-fiction; and these had also been catalogued by sub-genre (fantasy, true crime, sci-fi etc.). One-by-one he reached for them, dusted their spines and unbent their pages, and set them upon their appopriate shelves with all the care of a father tucking their child into bed.
So engrossed in the task heâd set himself, he didnât notice he had company. When the other cleared their throat, Patrick startled. The Hitchhikerâs Guide To The Galaxy slipped out of his grip and landed, unceremoniously, on the floor with a thud.
âJesus Christ ââ he cursed under his breath, eyes comically wide. Anyone wouldâve thought heâd been caught doing something indecent rather than stacking books. ââ How long have you been standing there?â
time, which had once conducted dorothyâs daily affairs, had seemed to lose its hold on her life once sunlight was absent, or nearly absent, for most of her days. living down here had left her in a state of feeling as though within a dream. being buried alive only worsened that feeling, so much so that time seemed to have stopped, somehow, and the agents were all in a state of limbo, where no one quite understood what had happened, what was happening, and what might happen in the future.
thoughts such as these were not unfamiliar to dorothy, but they were not quite welcome either, especially at a time where she had intended to sleep, but she simply could not find it no matter how hard she tried to. this was why sheâd wandered out of her rooms, gotten herself a cup of tea to try and get her to calm her thoughts, and when that hadnât helped, had gotten herself another cup, and had wandered off to the library in the hopes of finding herself a book to keep her mind from wandering further.Â
dorothy entered the library, her eyes automatically drawn to the agent as he seemed to reorganize the books before him as though it was his very own library. it was strange, to think that someone would think of what had happened to the library; but even stranger was that no one had come down here before. although, truth be told, dorothy had not come here herself until the moment she needed a distraction that wasnât physical, which, possibly, was the case for some of the other agents as well. she kept quiet and sipped her tea, watching as she rearranged the books until her tea caught and she was made to clear out her throat, making him, quite literally, jump out of his skin in surprise.
âstanding?â she asked, her lips turning upward in amusement as she let her gaze stray down toward her feet who were, in fact, not touching the ground at all.Â
[ laura harrier / pansexual ] dorothy charlebois is an agent of hellfire that underwent the top-secret mutation process and developed gravity manipulation. to the rest of the world, the twenty-seven year old female is deceased or missing. however, in tartarus, she is now known as selene of vainglory, an agent trusted for being kind but once reprimanded for being headstrong.Â
how did project MKHellfire find them?
made poor by an inability to pay the growing piles of medical bills that came from dorothyâs fatherâs work injury, the charlebois, composed of dorothyâs parents, herself, and her brother, all lived in a one bedroom apartment in Ukraine. living with very little, the charlebois made the most of their lives by compensating for a greater love and understanding for one another and for their neighbours who, in turn, were just as generous by giving the children their used clothing or helped them out with food where they could as they, too, were not made of wealth. while her parents her away around Christmas time, dorothy sat in one of her neibhoursâ living rooms, watching television when The Nutcracker came on, and completely changed her outlook.
from then on, all she could think about was what sheâd seen on television. as soon as she got to school, she enrolled in the dance classes it offered, and was eventually asked to come and join a local ballet studio, where her talents eventually brought her to New York, where she would audition and join the school of American ballet.Â
at fifteen and with barely enough money to buy her next pair of pointe shoes, dorothy was at a party with some of her classmates one night when she overheard people speaking about a, theoretical, heist that was impossible to pull off because of her difficult it was to get into such a tight and tricky room. while dorothy had no intention to do anything with the information, later on during the night, she somehow found herself in that same discussion, and five days later, was executing the heist in question.
dorothy was eventually hired by new york city ballet, though continued her life of crime, finding a thrill in it that she couldnât quite understand. she ensured that her tracks were well hidden, however, as ballet was her sole purpose in life. it would be years into her career, however, that dorothy would suffer an injury that would keep her from continuing on, least she wanted to be reduced to a wheelchair for the rest of her life.
as she worked to better herself and went to every doctor she could to find someone who could find an alternative to her situation, it was then that mkhellfire took the opportunity to approach her. they assured her that they could help her back on her feet, but that there were conditions.Â
how well can they control their ability? (virtues do not have to answer this)
itâs taken quite a while to master her ability, as the manipulation of gravity is much trickier than one might believe. she can make an environment feel so heavy that someone in that area might have trouble walking through it, but also so light that it seems someone could float from one corner of the room to another; which she often does to herself. her abilities sometimes manifest themselves in her sleep and might be found floating above her bed. her abilities can appear similar to telekinesis in that she can bring things to her and away from her. she can also use her ability to defend herself against physical attacks, and can also crush her opponents by making them float, and then making the gravity so strong that they are thrown back to the Earth so hard that their bones can break. however, she cannot create gravity, and only manipulate what is already there. when manipulating opponents, her abilities can also be affected by weight, height, and other factors that may render specific attempts to be less effective.
do they get along with their teammates?
dorothy gets along with everyone quite well. kind in every sense, sheâs not one to seek out confrontation, and only engages in it when at her breaking point. she can be quite high strung at times and rather stubborn when it comes to her beliefs, but appears serene and beautiful just as her moniker would suggest.Â
