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lost_heartQuinn was the son of Admiral Stirling.
This was how he was introduced in every article, at every event, even in front of his classmates on the first day of high school. No matter where he went he was trapped under his father’s name and his shadow. Constantly he was pressured to act a certain way in front of other people, to put on a respectable face. But the ironic thing was that his father didn’t even have the time to command this himself.
No, the only people he really talked to when it involved his father was his PR people. He didn’t even know his given name, and he only knew his face from all the interviews and pictures. It had always just been him and his mother in a rougher and dirtier streets of New London.
See his father had fucked his whore of a mother and left her with child and no offerings of a better life. So for most of his life he lived alongside her in a brothel. In this futuristic society this kind of action was perfectly normal. He had brought a son into the world, to take on his legacy and to help with the population, and that’s all the debt he had to pay to society.
Didn’t matter what happened to them later. If anything the pressure was then on his mother who did her best to bring him up on her own with little to no money. The girls helped, and he would start working at a young age which earned him points as a “responsible young man”. Never would they mention anything bad about him and his family, too afraid of the military coming back at them.
In his teenage years he had come to accept the fact he was homosexual and as with every teenager started dating. But time and time again Quinn would be harassed and tricked by people wanting the admiral’s favor or just people looking to enter the limelight. Eventually he started picking up a worse and worse attitude, rejecting people out of his life and making it incredibly hard to get close. His past friends he left as soon as they showed signs of having equally ulterior motives. This also went for one of his best friends who after he joined the military had begged him to stop the military’s plan to take down a rebelling district in the south.
But he had been too late to ask for pity from this man. As soon as he made it his decision to join the military he grew cold and hard, shoved all of his emotions away and gave himself completely over to the organization that had stolen any possibility of a normal life. He was brilliant in everything he did, cruel meticulous as he took down any enemies of the Duke. He would end up running up the ranks rather easily, and didn’t even question when in exchange for signing away his body to research he would be given the rank of Captain. It’s not that he particularly cared about the military or the Duke, or even his own rank. He was just driven to perform his best, and he didn’t care anymore about this body that he believed couldn’t love anymore.
How ironic it would be that the first thing they would take from him as part of this research was his heart, replacing it with a mechanical one that threatened to explode if Quinn was ever to defy or try to escape the military. And despite himself he DID care about this. He thought he wouldn’t when they talked about what they were going to do to him before they put him under, but damn did he care. It was different, before he stuck around because he had felt he had no place to go, that he couldn’t become anything but a soldier. And he even decided to pull some good out of it, he could give news to those in the backstreet, share his money with them, give them a semi decent living. But now he was leashed, now he was utterly trapped and there wasn’t a thing he could do.
At that same time they had also messed with his genetics, turning red blood to an energized substance which also turned his eyes bright green. He was officially a genetically modified super human with the beginnings of mechanical implants. Other implants that was added later was mostly armoring and such, and all of it was kept hidden so that the outside shell still looked mostly normal. The only indicators that anything had changed was those eyes, the scars, and the strange ticking that replaced the thumping of his human heart.
But any regrets he may hold for these actions he held behind that well trained mask. In the papers and among his colleagues he would end up being called an android. Still, people would continue to try and get close to him. Some were rather annoying and persistent about it, such as one Alexander Sturgess.
Who then would become his boyfriend.
This was how he was introduced in every article, at every event, even in front of his classmates on the first day of high school. No matter where he went he was trapped under his father’s name and his shadow. Constantly he was pressured to act a certain way in front of other people, to put on a respectable face. But the ironic thing was that his father didn’t even have the time to command this himself.
No, the only people he really talked to when it involved his father was his PR people. He didn’t even know his given name, and he only knew his face from all the interviews and pictures. It had always just been him and his mother in a rougher and dirtier streets of New London.
See his father had fucked his whore of a mother and left her with child and no offerings of a better life. So for most of his life he lived alongside her in a brothel. In this futuristic society this kind of action was perfectly normal. He had brought a son into the world, to take on his legacy and to help with the population, and that’s all the debt he had to pay to society.
Didn’t matter what happened to them later. If anything the pressure was then on his mother who did her best to bring him up on her own with little to no money. The girls helped, and he would start working at a young age which earned him points as a “responsible young man”. Never would they mention anything bad about him and his family, too afraid of the military coming back at them.
In his teenage years he had come to accept the fact he was homosexual and as with every teenager started dating. But time and time again Quinn would be harassed and tricked by people wanting the admiral’s favor or just people looking to enter the limelight. Eventually he started picking up a worse and worse attitude, rejecting people out of his life and making it incredibly hard to get close. His past friends he left as soon as they showed signs of having equally ulterior motives. This also went for one of his best friends who after he joined the military had begged him to stop the military’s plan to take down a rebelling district in the south.
But he had been too late to ask for pity from this man. As soon as he made it his decision to join the military he grew cold and hard, shoved all of his emotions away and gave himself completely over to the organization that had stolen any possibility of a normal life. He was brilliant in everything he did, cruel meticulous as he took down any enemies of the Duke. He would end up running up the ranks rather easily, and didn’t even question when in exchange for signing away his body to research he would be given the rank of Captain. It’s not that he particularly cared about the military or the Duke, or even his own rank. He was just driven to perform his best, and he didn’t care anymore about this body that he believed couldn’t love anymore.
How ironic it would be that the first thing they would take from him as part of this research was his heart, replacing it with a mechanical one that threatened to explode if Quinn was ever to defy or try to escape the military. And despite himself he DID care about this. He thought he wouldn’t when they talked about what they were going to do to him before they put him under, but damn did he care. It was different, before he stuck around because he had felt he had no place to go, that he couldn’t become anything but a soldier. And he even decided to pull some good out of it, he could give news to those in the backstreet, share his money with them, give them a semi decent living. But now he was leashed, now he was utterly trapped and there wasn’t a thing he could do.
At that same time they had also messed with his genetics, turning red blood to an energized substance which also turned his eyes bright green. He was officially a genetically modified super human with the beginnings of mechanical implants. Other implants that was added later was mostly armoring and such, and all of it was kept hidden so that the outside shell still looked mostly normal. The only indicators that anything had changed was those eyes, the scars, and the strange ticking that replaced the thumping of his human heart.
But any regrets he may hold for these actions he held behind that well trained mask. In the papers and among his colleagues he would end up being called an android. Still, people would continue to try and get close to him. Some were rather annoying and persistent about it, such as one Alexander Sturgess.
Who then would become his boyfriend.
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Date: 2014-08-02 07:02 pm (UTC)When they're both adults at the age of 36, best friends will face each other again, this time with a gun to Quinn's throat.
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Date: 2014-08-02 07:29 pm (UTC)To continue speaking to Juliet he steals a nav unit from the airship he used to pilot.