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Fahrenheit is the first arc of the series and focuses on Iseul's struggle with funding his boyfriend's recovery. After learning that Jackson would require inpatient medical care for the next three years, Iseul quits his job at the FDNY and digs deeper into New York's crime ring, hoping to discover a way to make quick cash and pay for Jackson's next hospital bill. Unfortunately for him, what starts as a quick mission will soon turn into a long-term investment, and Iseul is unsure of whether or not he can truly commit to it.
⇒ Location | Union Square
Union Square is a neighborhood that is anchored by it's namesake pedestrian plaza and bustling park, which attracts a mix of professionals, street artists, students and protesters. The surrounding streets are lined with high-rise apartments and big-name chain stores, as well as casual eateries and cafes.
Navigating the streets of New York was never as easy as it seemed. Even a seasoned veteran like Iseul, one who managed to map out Long Island after spending months traveling the city and working in various communities, had trouble getting around more often than not. It wasn't an issue of not knowing how to get where you were going, but an issue of whether or not idiots on the street would let you get where you needed to go. Walking northeast up 1st Avenue, the porcelain teen formed a mental image of the place he'd be working at and the route he'd take to get there. While he didn't know how much progress had been made and he was poorly informed by the project manager, the part-time job paid well enough for him to avoid asking questions. Taking a left onto East 33rd Street, Iseul continued to stop and start his way across several intersections, eventually making it to the train station on the corner of East 33rd and Park Avenue. Despite living in New York for as long as he did, the teen had rarely needed to take the Metro anywhere outside of Manhattan, often walking to his destination or hitching a ride on an active firetruck.
Once he purchased his ticket and the train pulled in, he boarded the vehicle and rode down to 33rd and East 14th. On instinct, he checked to make sure his phone was in his right pocket and his wallet was in his left, though a thought hit him the moment his hand touched his wallet. A few months after Jackson was taken into intensive care, Iseul began to commit petty crimes in order to pay off the growing hospital bills. They were few and far between at first and always involved stealing a man's wallet, but over time, he became desperate enough to show no discrimination towards his victim. Man or woman, rich or poor, young or old, Iseul gathered dollar after dollar in cash and tried his best to hide it every time he stole from someone. There was some irony in a thief making sure his wallet wasn't stolen, wasn't there? Even if he hadn't been stealing for long, many people had to go through the trouble of filing reports and canceling their credit cards over his actions. As a public servant and a person who aspired to become a hero, he hated that he had to go down such a dark path for one person's sake.
The train began to screech to a halt, pulling Iseul out of his thoughts and placing him back into the real world. People around him began to get up and depart, leaving Iseul to do the same. Above ground, Iseul walked across the street to Union Square, a massive concrete platform bustling with activity. People headed in and out of the area, weaving through crowds and checking their watches in an effort to get to work on time. The type of energy in the area didn't change, even at eight in the morning.
The buzzing energy surrounding the area made Iseul miss his days in the firehouse.
16 April 2015; 05:33
Iseul and Phillip dispersed from the group and made their way up the metal steps of the Hook and Ladder Company Eight building. The sound of heavy boots colliding with steel filled the dimly lit stairwell, and shadows danced along the greyish-white brick walls.
"I want to apologize for how one of my subordinates is acting," Phillip explained, his hand smoothing his hair back as a pained expression filled his face. "I can assure you that my men know better than this."
Iseul didn't bother responding, and instead, he focused on the aesthetic of the entire building. The interior seemed more like a children's museum than an actual firefighter's office, especially given the color choices around the building. Though he entered through the garage, Iseul managed to catch a glimpse of the first level while walking up the steps. The entire floor was a massive swirling pattern of red and cyan, and the walls shared a similar unorthodox design. The ceiling was painted sky blue and giant cloud-like structures hung from wires on the ceiling, each one holding the lights for the main area. Heading up to the second level, Iseul was greeted by a bamboo floor and turquoise walls, each of them housing several paintings of thin clouds. Metal-framed Beds lined the walls and locked cabinets sat beside each one, and despite the room seemingly spanning the length of the entire building, there was still another door opposite of where they were standing.
Without wasting any time, Phillip stomped up towards one of the beds at the end of the room. It seemed to be occupied by someone, although nothing could be seen but a hump of wrinkled sheets.
"GET THE HELL UP, JACKSON!"
Without a moment's notice, Phillip grabbed onto the sleeping figure and quite literally threw him across the room. Iseul had to duck down just to avoid the body being thrown in his general direction. As the body flew, however, Phillip also pulled the sheets off of it, preventing his subordinate from getting back into his bed. The body crashed into the wall, causing a large crack to form at the point of impact.
Once the chaos settled down, Iseul got a good look at the boy sitting against the damaged wall. He was around the same age that Iseul was, though it was hard to determine the age of someone with no defining features. Not only that, but he seemed to come from a part of the same ethnic descent. He was clearly African American, well built at that, with dark brown skin and a high fade cut. His face was a little rounded, too.
"It's a little rude to throw people across the room, you know," the boy began, his eyes still squeezed shut as he rubbed the back of his neck in pain.
"Yeah, and it's a damn shame when you don't get up the moment your commanding officer tells you to," Phillip retorted. "I have half a mind to kick you out of the building, but I wouldn't want our new subordinate to have to witness that on his first day."
Iseul was surprised by the complete change in attitude that Phillip had undergone. He was so positive and open during their phone calls and his first encounter with the Company Eight leader, and yet he hadn't considered that he had to be just as much of a stern leader as he was a charismatic one.
"I wouldn't be concerned about him if I were you," Phillip said, walking towards Iseul. "Go ahead and introduce yourself."
Just as Phillip finished speaking, Jackson opened his eyes and looked up at the two of them. Iseul expected a negative reaction, some sort of shock or fear like the expressions of those he met downstairs, but there was no concern in his eyes, nor fear in his face, nor contempt in his demeanor. Instead, the subordinate gave him a warm, earnest smile.
"Jackson Wright," he introduced, extending his fist towards Iseul. "Welcome to Company Eight."
⇒ Word Count | 1,195 (1,195)
Last Edit: Jul 4, 2018 19:12:54 GMT by Miles Morales
Post by Miles Morales on Jun 28, 2018 18:06:18 GMT
⇒ The Merit of Hard Work // 01 . 02
Fahrenheit is the first arc of the series and focuses on Iseul's struggle with funding his boyfriend's recovery. After learning that Jackson would require inpatient medical care for the next three years, Iseul quits his job at the FDNY and digs deeper into New York's crime ring, hoping to discover a way to make quick cash and pay for Jackson's next hospital bill. Unfortunately for him, what starts as a quick mission will soon turn into a long-term investment, and Iseul is unsure of whether or not he can truly commit to it.
⇒ Location | Coney Island
Coney Island is a peninsula residential neighborhood, beach, and leisure/entertainment destination of Long Island on the Coney Island Channel, which is part of the Lower Bay in the southwestern part of the borough of Brooklyn in New York City.
The sounds of clashing metal and active machinery resonated through the west end of Coney Island. A steel frame casts a shadow from Coney Island Creek Park, towering above the adjacent residential neighborhood as another staple of modern progress in New York City. Iseul arrived on Coney Island not long after boarding the train from Union Square and proceeded to the park by bus from the central part of the island. A few nights prior, the job he was heading to was posted and it required the aid of Quirk users. A beach-side construction project seemed like a good place for him to put his abilities to use and make money in a less degrading fashion.
Heading west on Neptune Avenue and north on Bayview, the teen found his way to Coney Island Creek Park. The area had a few trees close to the street, but the majority of the north and edge was sand. While the foundation for the building and the steel frames were well on their way to completion, there was still a clear amount of work that needed to be finished at this stage. Iseul looked around and spotted the "command center" for this project, a small portable shack with a few men standing outside of it. The shack itself was white, no more than a few meters long and half as much wide, with a grey shingled roof and a single window spanning across the long sea-facing side.
"Ah, here he is," one of the men said, extending his hand towards the teen as he approached the shack. "Iseul Park, right?"
"Yeah," Iseul said while shaking his hand. The man in question was around six feet tall, wearing a pair of khakis and a blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He sported a well-kept beard that complemented his ivory skin, but his head was shaven bald. The most interesting part of his appearance was his eyes. His irises were topaz in color, mythical in a sense, and they seemed to glimmer when Iseul looked at them.
"I'm Drew Galler," he introduced, "and I'm in charge of this portion of the project. Do you know much about our company?"
"No, not really," Iseul replied. "I was going to do a bit of research beforehand, but given how busy I've been and the lack of time between our conversations and today, I haven't exactly had the chance."
"That's fine," he responded. "Sorry to keep you so uninformed in the first place. We've been extremely busy these past few days as well. Our company wants to make a sea-side office that they can use in the southern part of Long Island, and we were tasked with designing and building part of it. There's a lot of work to be done, but we're hoping to finish as much as possible over the next three days, hence the time I put in the job description. It's a lot of heavy lifting and hard work, but I'm sure that someone with your capabilities can handle it."
"I see," Iseul responded. "What needs to be done right now?"
"Well, the foundation is laid out and the frame is currently being constructed. We're going to continue working on the frame and the floors before moving into the walls. Tracey could probably use your help if you want to go over to her."
Drew turned his attention towards the construction site, his handed shielding his eyes from the beaming sunlight. After turning his head left and right a few times, he finally managed to find what he was looking for. Iseul followed Drew's gaze, shielding the upper portion of his face while he examined the girl, Tracey. She had dark brown dreads going down to the middle of her back, all wrapped up into a ponytail for work purposes. Her ebony skin glistened in the sunlight, and her overall build was rather thin. When she stood up from her work, the teen could tell that Tracey was a tall and sturdy figure, and her thin frame didn't stop her from gaining muscle.
"Yo, Drew!" She called out from the steel frame. "What're you staring for? You should be working!"
"Come down here, I have a recruit for you!" Drew replied, a familiar sense of joy in his voice. He was glad that he could be around cheerful people who enjoyed their work even if he wasn't part of Company Eight anymore. What surprised him was when Tracey jumped down straight from the steel beam, flipping onto her feet at the very last second. She seemed to be extremely agile, though Iseul couldn't tell if jumping from four stories and surviving was a human feat or one enhanced by a Quirk. From there, Tracey ran towards the group and immediately took Iseul's hand from his side, staring him dead in the face while shaking it enthusiastically.
"Tracey Ibaka," she greeted, practically jumping in her own shoes. "Sorry, but I love seeing new faces around here."
"How ironic," Iseul replied dryly. "Drew said you might need my help?"
"Not much of a jokester, eh?" Tracey asked rhetorically. "You'll come to enjoy my sense of humor. I'll need someone who can lift some stuff for me and help me get the rest of the fourth floor done. I'll show you my progress so far."
Tracey pulled Iseul along, hardly giving him any time to thank Drew. The project manager waved back at him in response, though a phone call interrupted his next action. He pulled out his iPhone 6s and answered, holding the device up to his ear just as a voice began to come through.
"Are things all set for you?" A deep, static-filled voice rang out.
"Yeah," Drew replied quietly. "My people are here and the candidates have arrived already. If either of them says yes, I'll let you know. If not, we can set up again and keep looking."
"Good," the voice responded. "I'll send in one of the disposables. Step in if things start to look bad, otherwise, I'll need you to be out of sight."
The call was abruptly ended, leaving Drew to look up at the building's fourth floor. Tracey was explaining her work to Iseul while the teen was absorbing the information, both of them completely unaware of what would unfold in the coming days.
⇒ Word Count | 1,062 (2,257)
Last Edit: Jul 9, 2018 16:50:42 GMT by Miles Morales
Post by Miles Morales on Jun 28, 2018 19:30:34 GMT
⇒ The Merit of Hard Work // 01 . 02
Fahrenheit is the first arc of the series and focuses on Iseul's struggle with funding his boyfriend's recovery. After learning that Jackson would require inpatient medical care for the next three years, Iseul quits his job at the FDNY and digs deeper into New York's crime ring, hoping to discover a way to make quick cash and pay for Jackson's next hospital bill. Unfortunately for him, what starts as a quick mission will soon turn into a long-term investment, and Iseul is unsure of whether or not he can truly commit to it.
⇒ Location | Coney Island
Coney Island is a peninsula residential neighborhood, beach, and leisure/entertainment destination of Long Island on the Coney Island Channel, which is part of the Lower Bay in the southwestern part of the borough of Brooklyn in New York City.
The next two days passed by rather quickly for Iseul. The framework for the fourth floor, as well as the expansions on the first and second floor, had finally been finished after days and nights of hard work. Not only that, but they started to lay out all of the floors and the walls for the entire building. The only section that wasn't completely finished was the expansion, which Tracey and Iseul had been working on since the start of the day. Though they had been active around the site over the past few hours, the other workers began to slowly bleed out of their group. Even Drew, who was the project's overseer, said that he'd be gone until later in the day.
Despite the short time they had been working with one-another, Tracey and Iseul managed to become good friends. As they worked, they'd talk to one another and shared stories from their past. Even though Iseul didn't consider himself to be an open person, he was a lot more comfortable around Tracey than he thought he'd be. She's the sixth person not to hang up on his appearance, after all, right after his parents, Jackson, Phillip, and Drew.
"Hey, Tracey?" Iseul began just as he finished putting up one of the walls in the expansion. "What were you doing before you came here, anyway?"
The teen looked over at Tracey, who was still drilling together the wooden frame of the exterior wall. She seemed conflicted, though he could only assume as much from her facial expression.
"I, uh," She started, albeit with a bit of trouble. "I didn't have a job, actually. I never went to college either, so my fiance at the time, Jason, was the breadwinner in our house before he decided to call everything off. I was unemployed for a long time before I finally found this job, and now I'm just trying to build up some work experience before I can get back on my feet again."
"Are you staying with someone?" Iseul asked, curious about her current situation.
"Yeah. My mama is a really sweet woman, letting me stay in her house again after she kicked me out the first time. I remember that day, too. 'You better get on out there and figure your life out.' It's what she wanted me to do, and yet I didn't exactly follow through with it, you know?."
"Yeah," The teen replied. "I get it."
"What about you?" Tracey asked in response, pulling herself up from her work and removing her goggles. "You told me a lot about Baltimore but nothing about your time here in New York. I haven't even seen you use your Quirk yet."
Iseul stopped his progress as well, turning to face Tracey. She was wearing a navy blue tank top and light tattered jeans while Iseul was working in the same black pants and construction boots he used to wear back at Company Eight. The only major difference was that he sported a normal white T-Shirt rather than his black coat. There was a lot to be said about his time in New York, wasn't there?
"I wanted to move here to become a Hero," Iseul began, his words giving off the feeling that he was reluctant to talk about the subject. "I wasn't personally invited to Dawn University and I didn't want to go there either, but I did want to put myself and my abilities to use. So, I started working as a Fire Fighter when I was only sixteen years old, right up in Manhattan at Company Eight."
"Company Eight, huh?" Tracey interrupted. "Isn't that where they filmed Ghostbusters?"
"It is," Iseul replied. "Still operates as a normal firehouse, though. It was my home, figuratively and literally for the past three years before a little incident happened and I had to resign my position."
"Little incident?" Tracey repeated, more curious than before.
"It's not something I like to talk about. Someone I know is in the hospital and I've been trying to pay for their recovery, but things started getting a little too expensive for my savings and my payroll to keep up with. Getting a lot of money for a bit of heavy labor was all it took for me to sign up for this job."
"Mmm, preach to the choir," Tracey replied. "I only wish I could get more out of this. My mama doesn't want to admit it, but she's getting a bit too old to support the two of us."
"We both got a bit of motivation then, don't we?" Iseul replied.
"Choir," Tracey said as she turned back to her work.
The silence between the two resumed, though Iseul began to notice something as he continued working. A rotten smell slowly began to flood the area, prompting Iseul to cover the area where his nose would be. He turned to Tracey in order to see if she smelled it too, but it seemed like she didn't notice anything from where she was on the floor.
It smells like natural gas, Iseul thought, but none of the utilities have been installed yet.
Iseul had been working on the wall facing westward, and Tracey was on the opposite end facing in his direction. He was the only one who noticed the smell, and the only one who noticed a greasy-looking man in a wifebeater standing a few meters from the west wall. He was white, balding in some areas, and wore nothing but his shirt and blue plaid boxers. At first, it seemed like he was just another man from the neighborhood who was stopping by to check on the progress, but the moment Iseul had laid eyes on him, a sickly smile appeared on his face.
"I've been meaning to ask you directly," Tracey began, looking back up at Iseul, "What kind of Quirk do you have?"
As the stranger's right hand rose towards the two, Iseul immediately ran towards Tracey. The nearby sea began to churn and bubble before a massive torrent of water shot forth, enough to form a thick wall around Iseul and Tracey. He screeched to a halt right next to her and willed the water around them with his arms, forming a rotating barrier that was just dense enough to protect them from the grand explosion that engulfed the entire building.
Iseul Park Quirk: Sea Spire
The Merit of Hard Work // To Be Continued
⇒ Word Count | 1,062 (3,319)
Last Edit: Jul 1, 2018 22:49:50 GMT by Miles Morales
Good shit, keep it up with the storys progression and i guarantee youll get something.
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50 exp, 625 gold, 20 fame
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