The Brotherhood Rp.

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(Goes to make new character and account JUST to join the RP >.>)

Kylie sat in her bedroom, objects dangling off from the ceiling. Shards of glass, metal, and anything that shined in the reflection of the sun floated from the ceiling. She mumbled things under her breath, looking out of her window.

"Everyone dressed in there?" Alan asked as he knocked on Kylie's door. A small laugh escaped as he said this.

Kylie looked at the door, nodding. "Clothes on, skin off." She replied, her feet tapping against her bed spread.

Cerberus heard Alan's comment and smirked gently as he poured a glass of water. "Not like that would change your decision to go in or not, Alan." Cerberus said calmly, taking a seat at the couch.

"You know me so well." Alan called out to Cerberus before going in. "Hello, how are you liking it so far?" Alan asked Kylie before sitting down next to her on her bed.

The door to the household swung open, hitting the wall beside it. Nothing was to be seen by the door, only but a breeze from the open air. One could hear a zipping sound, going left and right. A girl stood by a wall, reading a playboy magazine that once laid on the ground. "Hm. I see, I see." She said, flipping it up and down.

"That's uh. Cerberus's, not mine." Alan said, exiting the 'kitchen' If one could call it that. "And might I ask, who are you?" He asked, grabbing the magazine and folding it, sticking it into his back pocket afterward.

"Sure it is." The girl said, disappearing. She stands in front of the boy, unrolling a row of condoms, "Really, bro? Mutants barely get laid." She threw it at his face, disappearing once again.

"That's what you think. That's the second roll I've used the past month. And who the fuck are you and why the fuck do you think you can just barge in, sure you have super speed. A previous member did as well. Woopty fucking doo"

The girl stopped in front of Alan, launching a hard kick into his balls, "Name's Brianna. Brianna Reid. And I can do whatever I want, since you're a douche and douches' deserve karma." Brianna said, disappearing again as you could hear ransacking upstairs.

"You fucking bitch!" Alan yelled out as he fell to his knees. He lie there in agony for a few minutes, and then stood up. Limping upstairs, he grabbed her by the collar, before she could run off. " We got off on the wrong foot. How about I introduce myself? Alan. Alan Raven." He said, anger, yet excitement filling his face. He slung her into a wall, a nearby book case falling on top of her. "Leader of the Brotherhood."

She dug her way out of the bookshelf, rubbing her head. "Y'know what, I like it here, Leader of the Brotherhood. Never heard of the Brotherhood, but you guys are fun. Got an open room?" Brianna asked, speeding from corner to corner.

"You're standing in it." Alan said and walked out. He stopped out in the hallway, rubbing his groin area. " Despite the kick to the dick, she's alright." He muttered to himself and then began walking downstairs.

Brianna appeared at the start of the stairs, arms folded, "Hey, you guys' have some sort of rival, right? I mean, why else do you just stay here for months. I tend to stalk before I move in. So who's your rival?" She asked, faster than an average human, not to mention blonde girl.

"If you're willing to kick Alan's ass so easily, I think we'll get along just fine, ...?" Cerberus said, glancing over at Brianna. "What's your name?"

"Brianna." She said, turning to look at the bulk man. She moved towards him, speeding from his left and right, "And who, not to mention what, are you?" She asked, poking his arms.

"That's Cerberus. The owner of that playboy you picked up. And tons of others that he just leaves around the place." Alan said and walked into the living room. "Don't bother trying to kick him in the nuts, he uses so many steroids the only thing left down there is a shriveled pube." He grinned as he fell back on the old couch.

Brianna glanced at Alan, "Okay, I'll guess then: I bet your rival is... those goody-two-shoes in that giant mansion with bald-man as their captain." She asked, standing still by Cerberus.

"Indeed." Alan said, resting his hands behind his head, closing his eyes. "Are you new to this whole, mutant thing?" He asked.

"New to this whole meeting other mutant thing." She shrugged.

Cerberus frowned at Alan, ignoring his comments. The playboy wasn't his, and him and Alan both knew it. "We letting her join up, Alan? She's already proved her skill."

"Yeah, Alan. Let me join the group. By the way, is this all you do all day? If it is, not really intimidating to the Retard Mutants over there." She said.

Cerberus unscrewed his flask, and chugged down some of the vodka. "Agreed."