EOD METAMORPH'S SHACK
Shana, known now to many as Metamorph, lives in a small shack in the North Sprawl, some 50 feet from the Wall. This lets her keep tabs on the current goings on in the MLA and allows her to more easily pass through to see her best friend for ten years now, Daniela.
The shack is a simple two-room building, a larger bedroom/living room combo , and a small, cramped bathroom, constructed from some old wood of what used to be a shed, with a tin roof that was cut from an abandoned mobile home. Unlike many of the other shacks, this run down, poor excuse for a house is not completely bare. The furniture is not of the highest quality, and very sparse, but it is the walls that boast the most visuals.
One entire wall, sitting behind an old, dirty wooden desk, is covered in lines of photographs, head shots of people. The ones represented in the photographs are none other than mutants and Company members known to be associated with the X-Men. Several of the small, square photos are labeled with names and codenames on the bottom, although some have been left blank, and many have been crossed out with a large black 'X', signifying their extermination, or so it is at least known to the owner of the shack.
On the desk are scattered a few papers, most of them covered with scribbled words, representing completed and failed missions and several tactics that had been used for each. Beside the stack of papers sits a small, chipped coffee mug with a few pens, pencils, and a thick, black permanent marker. On the opposite corner, a cracked photo frame sits, showing an old and worn picture of Shana, when she was younger, and her foster parents. Tucked into the corner between the plastic frame and the glass is an even smaller, black and white photo, probably from a cheap photo booth, of Shana and Daniela when they were still students at the mansion, smiling and happy.
The bed, which sits on the opposite wall from the desk, is just a simple mattress with a worn sheet tossed over, and a wadded up blanket at the foot, a sign that Shana never really makes her bed. The bathroom is simply a small space that allows for an old, barely-working toilet, which is thankfully connected to a rather decent, for this day and age, water supply. The shower is simply a water hose that hangs overhead in the corner, with a small drain in the middle of the wooden floor.
The floor itself is not decorated in much, save for dust that has made its way inside through open doors and cracks in the building, and a few scattered weapons, including a large hand knife, a simple pistol and a bare essentials first aid kit in the corner. When the owner is present, a large machete sits propped up beside the bed.
X-Men EoD Time
Wednesday, August 13th
Having been awake since dawn,
Shana was sitting nude at her desk, a few of the papers she had written on spread out before her. Her eyes were downcast, reading the words, while her hands craftily worked the items in her hand: in one hand a medium-sized sharpening stone designed and made out of adamantium, one of the strongest substances known to mutants and humans alike, and in the other a long, shiny machete, also built from the same metal, decorated with the girl's codename, 'Metamorph'. She held the hilt of the blade firmly against her knee with her left hand, while her right hand clutched the rock, sliding it along the sharp point of the blade repeatedly. Once the girl felt that she had absorbed enough information, she decided it best to get cleaned up and dressed and head out. She couldn't sit there in her shack all day, thinking and not acting.
The young woman stood from her seat, raising her machete as well, which she gently placed on the desk, atop the messy pile of papers. A small droplet of sweat ran down from her hairline across her neck and back, tickling her skin, a sign of the sweltering heat that was seeping into the tiny wooden home and stagnating in the air without a breeze to cool things down. Rubbing her hand over her neck to take away the itch, Shana walked across her tiny shack to her 'bathroom', which she stepped into and closed the door, barely hanging onto its hinges.
Shana took a very short time to turn on her cold water and shower, cleaning herself as best she could with only the liquid, and she afterwards stepped out, drying her body with an old, stained and torn towel. Although she had no toothpaste, she had an old plastic toothbrush, its bristles worn down to resemble something like a fern with it's fronds falling over the side of the pot, and she used that, along with a little water to rinse her mouth, to clean her teeth. Finished, she tousled her wet, greasy hair into a messy faux hawk, the style short enough to hold without the need for any hair spray or gel.
Finally, Shana went back into her room, picking up one of two outfits she had hanging near cracks in the walls to allow them to air out with any possible breeze (she couldn't quite hang them outside for fear of someone coming by and rationing them for themselves). She quickly pulled on the too-small sports bra (her chest had grown some with her womanhood since she left the mansion) and the dingy, off-white tank top, which used to be a pure, bleached white. The hem of the worn shirt stopped at just above her belly button, giving a good view of her midriff and the large scar that she proudly wore. The girl found it far too gross to go around wearing the same underwear for days in a row, but luckily she had soaked hers the day before to 'clean' them, and they had been left out overnight to dry. The simple pair of panties were black, now faded, like the tank top, and over them she slipped on a pair of slightly loose-fitting, light brown cargo pants, securing them with a black fabric belt. Finally, after pulling on a pair of socks, which had also, thankfully, been 'cleaned', Shana tied up her black, steel-toed military boots, which she had managed to steal from one of her MLA comrades' housing after he was killed in a skirmish some months before.
Lastly, Shana picked up a small leather string, tying it securely to the left side of her belt. Following, she picked up her machete, held it to her left side, and skillfully tied the string just beneath the blade, in the small space between the handle and sharpened adamantium. And as a finishing touch, she pulled on a pair of black, fingerless gloves, in case she ran into a scenario where she would have to use her trusted machete, so her hands wouldn't blister. Finally ready to head out, the girl straightened up her papers, took one last look around the cabin to be sure she had everything needed to protect herself, then stepped out of her door and into
EoD North Sprawl.
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