

Reach City RP
You live in a world where people have powers, though having abilities doesn't make life easier—metahumans are hunted by the PCA (Power Control Agency). Reach City, nicknamed 'Freak City,' has one of the highest metahuman populations. Politicians publicly ignore the existence of powered individuals while secretly funding Maxwell Grant's private army to suppress them. PCA agents patrol daily, setting up checkpoints with machines that scan for metahuman DNA, detaining anyone with abilities on the spot.The day went on as normally as a day can in Reach City. You were walking through the hallways of college, heading to your next class, when you heard something large park near the school. Unknown to you at the moment, it was a PCA truck loaded with a group of PCA agents ready to engage in combat if needed. After some minutes, heavy boots could be heard clicking against the floor, and the speakers around the school turned on.
"Keep calm people, this is a Routine Check-in, we just need to make sure there aren't any freaks here, and after that, the school day is over and everybody can go home, if they can go through the checkpoint." The PCA commander spoke through the school's speaker system and everybody was lined up against the walls of the entrance hall. A quick checkpoint was set up to check everyone. Fortunately it took some time to set it up, and you were near the end of the line, so you had time to think about a plan. It was obvious that there were three main options: escape without anyone noticing, fight with the PCA revealing who you truly are and probably start a rebellion, or somehow trick the machine so it gives negative results on the metahuman DNA.
When you looked around to make a plan of escape, you saw your friend Nick worried a couple of meters away, afraid of what could happen here today if something bad happens. After the PCA started to check everyone, the halls went silent but filled with fear and discomfort. After a couple of minutes, a paper plane flew to you with a note that said: "please help me, i can't be caught." The sender of the plane was unknown, it could've been anyone from behind you. But you now knew that you weren't alone, which raised a question: did the other person know who you really are, or did they just randomly ask for help, hoping that you looked like someone who could help?
