{The Armageddon Of The Zodiacs}{Semi lit}{Accepting}

[Doodle Buddy]

{Amadahy Josephine Fraser} {Eighteen} {Currently at home getting ready for the day}

Amadahy blinked her eyes open to the sound of her alarm clock going off, grumbling she thought to herself "why did I have to buy the clock with the most annoying alarm on the face of this earth?!?!" She leaned over her bed to her clock and smacked it to turn it off. She stretched and forced herself not to close her eyes and fall back asleep. She looked out the window as the sun shone in through her window, leaving rays on the floor. Her pet cat, a Scottish Fold grey tabby named Mr. Wiggles, was lying in the sunny patchs on the floor. He was about 9 months old and a little monkey whenever he was awake.

She kelt down and rubbed his little folded ear. He yawned and looked up at her, making a little meow before closing his eyes and falling back asleep. Amadahy got up and went to take a shower then when she was done, threw on some jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. She then went downstairs and made breakfast, she made toast then sat down to read the paper. Mr. Wiggles came to join her and batted lightly at edge of her paper. She got to the horoscope and gasped. They were...moving?!?! Alarmed and thinking she was going crazy she rubbed her eyes and looked again. The words were still moving and became an address? "Is this a sign?" she looked at Mr. Wiggles who wasn't paying attention then back at the address "maybe I should go to it?"

[Placebo Effect]

{ Oscar Reian Finnagan } { Nineteen years old } { Apprentice to Haven Auguste }

The room was fairly neat, kept clean and tidy, apart from the thin layer of dust along the top of the wardrobe and the bookshelf, the last nights outfit on the floor. The bed was occupied, a huddle of bedclothes, with a messy haired boy by the name of Oscar curled up beneath them. He was restless, turning in his sleep as if he was having a nightmare, and scratching at his scarred arms as if he was trying to wake himself up. Even as his nails began to draw blood he didn't wake, he had to watch the nightmarish, incomprehensible visions first. Oscar's visions were nowhere near as advanced as Haven Auguste's were. Oscar's visions were pretty much just flashes of shadowy shapes, and there was always this voice, laughing at him from the darkness.

Flashes of faces, the twisting turning zodiac signs, and those faces once more, twelve... There were twelve
faces shrouded in shadow and almost completely impossible to see. And then... Darkness.... The eerie silence
of nothingness consuming the young boy’s mind and reaching into his soul... A sudden harsh laughter, with
enough force to rip through Oscar’s nightmares... Oscar’s heart beat fearfully in his chest, pounding against
his ribcage life footsteps slamming against the floor.

With a gasp, Oscar jumped out of the bed as if it were filled with snakes; his foot caught in the duvet and he smacked his left side on the wardrobe in his haste to get away and sank down to sit on the floor with a grimace of pain. His arms were cut and bleeding, he had a habit of ripping his skin to pieces when he was in a nightmare... A habit he’d been trying and failing to stop. He pressed his hand to his chest; his heart was beating too fast for it to be normal. Oscar knew Haven would likely be on her way, he’d been renting out the spare room in her house for the past few months since it was ideal and the sound of someone smashing into a wardrobe was enough to wake her up... Unless she'd seen what was going to happen before it happened, in which case he fully expected her to walk through the door with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in hand, after all, hot chocolate was the best thing for nightmares.

As his frightful heart began to calm, he glanced over at the alarm clock. He couldn't tell the time from where he was sat, since his glasses were balanced on the table next to the alarm, though he could tell by looking out the window behind it, that it was early afternoon, which meant he’d only been asleep for a few hours. He’d been helping all night at the mechanics with a rush fix, and had only managed to get to bed at lunchtime. His eyes closed slowly, and he wrapped his arms around himself, getting blood over the baggy shirt and pyjama bottoms he'd worn to sleep in. He didn't want to sleep just yet, but the sunlight streaming through the open window was hurting his eyes.

{ Maisy Kee Lisan } { Eighteen years old } { Capricorn }

She yawned as she stepped from the train, rumaging through her purse for some money which soon disappeared into the machine that spat out cans of fizzy drinks. She retrieved the can of lemonade from the tray and looked around with a bored expression - so this was London? Regardless, it didn't seem much different to her home town. Alright the buildings and people were different, but the noise, the pushing and the shoving reminded her so much of home. Manners? Did they not exist in this century? You could never beat good manners, unless you were offering a bar of chocolate since that had the ability to top everything.

’There are four basic food groups: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles.’

Chocolate? Why did she have to begin thinking about that godly food? Maisy sighed as her stomach rumbled. These thoughts were reminding her of two things - one, a poem she studied in English.

’Glory glory be to chocolate in all it's manifestations...’

And secondly, that chocolate was the best tasting thing on the planet and she was starving.

With a slight yawn she headed out of the train station and off into the busy jumble of London's crowds. In thoughts to her previous outbreak of thoughts - the people of London were different, there was more of them and they seemed to enjoy barging into people and walking off without apologising. Maisy sighed and dodged another one, before continuing down the street and looking for an escape into somewhere less crowded.

[Doodle Buddy]

{Amadahy Josephine Fraser} {Eighteen} {Currently at home getting ready for the day}

Amadahy blinked her eyes open to the sound of her alarm clock going off, grumbling she thought to herself "why did I have to buy the clock with the most annoying alarm on the face of this earth?!?!" She leaned over her bed to her clock and smacked it to turn it off. She stretched and forced herself not to close her eyes and fall back asleep. She looked out the window as the sun shone in through her window, leaving rays on the floor. Her pet cat, a Scottish Fold grey tabby named Mr. Wiggles, was lying in the sunny patchs on the floor. He was about 9 months old and a little monkey whenever he was awake.

She kelt down and rubbed his little folded ear. He yawned and looked up at her, making a little meow before closing his eyes and falling back asleep. Amadahy got up and went to take a shower then when she was done, threw on some jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. She then went downstairs and made breakfast, she made toast then sat down to read the paper. Mr. Wiggles came to join her and batted lightly at edge of her paper. She got to the horoscope and gasped. They were...moving?!?! Alarmed and thinking she was going crazy she rubbed her eyes and looked again. The words were still moving and became an address? "Is this a sign?" she looked at Mr. Wiggles who wasn't paying attention then back at the address "maybe I should go to it?"

{Catcher Alester Smith} {Nineteen} {Currently coming home from a party last night}

Catcher sighed and got into his car. His head was pounding from last night and he rubbed his eyes then started his car. He drove to the closets cafe and walked inside to get a coffee. He ordered a large coffee then sat down to read the paper while he waited. The images of last night replaying in his head. The dancing and music and girls and drinking, he smiled a little at the memories of two girls he had a fling with last night. Though he doubts he will ever see them again, not that he planned to do anything else with them.

His coffee was given to him and there was a pretty waitress and he looked up at her, winking at her. She giggled and walked away to help other customers. He flipped through the paper, nothing exciting was happening so he got to the horoscope section and read through "let's see...Leo" he found his Zodiac and started to read Hold on tight, great events are going to change your life he gasped as the words on the page moving around. He blinked and couldn't figure out what was happening, but then they stopped. An address? Catcher touched the paper, but it was like a normal ink on paper. He wasn't sure what to do but he grabbed the coffee and got back into his car. Then got home to pack, whatever this address was. He was going to it.

[PhoenixRider]

Ali Fang, Aries

Ali jerked away. "I don't want to talk right now." She said, running accross the street and continuing toward the address. She sighed at the red mark on her arm. She knew it would bruise. She looked around for the next street she had to go to, since she had been so scared she had forgotten part of the way to the address. She walked around, hoping to find it eventually. She turned one corner, hen another. She spotted someone else, a guy, who seemed lost, but considering her very recent encounter with someone she wished would dissapear, she didn't bother him. She straightened her headphones on her shoulders, turning to one of he tracks of Blood on the dance floor, cranking it up to full blast. She recognized the street she needed o turn on to get to the psychic's house, and began to walk again, passing him from the other side of the street.

[Doodle Buddy]

{Amadahy Josephine Fraser} {Eighteen} {Leaving for the address in the paper}

Amadahy had finally finished packing all of her stuff and Mr. Wiggles things. She picked him up and headed for her car "let's go Mr. Wiggles" she put him in the passenger seat then all over the bags in the back. She had cut the address out of the newspaper and had it sitting on her dashboard. Starting her car she drove to the corner store to buy a map. Walking back to the car she sat there trying to find the address "ah. Here we are" she smiled "see Mr. Wiggles, that's where we are going" she shows him and he batted at it playfully.

Amadahy smiled, they had been driving for half a hour now and Mr. Wiggles had fallen asleep in her lap. She made a quick stop for some lunch then continued on. Finally she reached the address "well...here we are" she picked up Mr. Wiggles and carried him to the front door, knocking lightly she waited for someone to answer

[Placebo Effect]

{ Oscar Reian Finnagan } { Nineteen years old } { Apprentice to Haven Auguste }

Oscar had taken a shower and dressed in fresh clothes (shortly after bandaging his forearms up). He could heal, but in his current state he was too tired to heal his arms and still have enough left for any emergencies that might kick up like they tended to do. He pulled a t-shirt on over the bandages, it didn't really matter about covering them up since Haven was likely to be the only person that would see them and she knew how nightmarish Oscar's visions got, he'd heal them up as soon as possible anyway.

He trudged downstairs, wondering where the physic had actually gotten to, normally Haven would have been there moments before he'd even had a chance to wake up. Yet now she was no where to be seen. With a yawn and a stretch he headed down the stairs, walked into the kitchen and filled the toast machine (commonly refered to as the toaster) with bread.

Then the doorbell went.

Where on earth was Haven? He was going to glare at her when she turned up.

He sighed quietly, and opened the door, expecting it to be the post man or some one trying to sell things that no one really wanted. He found himself confronted by a girl... And a cat. "What can I do for you?" Oscar asked, frowning a little at the cat. He could remember someone had once bought a cat to Haven claiming it could raise spirits of the dead, he'd spent the next month removing mice from the house.

'While the cat's away the mice will play.'

{ Maisy Kee Lisan } { Eighteen years old } { Capricorn }

She yawned as she stepped from the train, rumaging through her purse for some money which soon disappeared into the machine that spat out cans of fizzy drinks. She retrieved the can of lemonade from the tray and looked around with a bored expression - so this was London? Regardless, it didn't seem much different to her home town. Alright the buildings and people were different, but the noise, the pushing and the shoving reminded her so much of home. Manners? Did they not exist in this century? You could never beat good manners, unless you were offering a bar of chocolate since that had the ability to top everything.

’There are four basic food groups: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles.’

Chocolate? Why did she have to begin thinking about that godly food? Maisy sighed as her stomach rumbled. These thoughts were reminding her of two things - one, a poem she studied in English.

’Glory glory be to chocolate in all it's manifestations...’

And secondly, that chocolate was the best tasting thing on the planet and she was starving.

With a slight yawn she headed out of the train station and off into the busy jumble of London's crowds. In thoughts to her previous outbreak of thoughts - the people of London were different, there was more of them and they seemed to enjoy barging into people and walking off without apologising. Maisy sighed and dodged another one, before continuing down the street and looking for an escape into somewhere less crowded.

[Doodle Buddy]

{Amadahy Josephine Fraser} {Eighteen} {Finally found the address and is talking to Oscar}

Amadahy looked up "oh um hi..." she murmured and grabbed the folded piece of paper with the houses address "I was...um...reading the horoscopes this morning and when I got to mine, the letters started to move around and became this address...I was...um...curious and wanted to come here to see if you knew what it ment"

Mr. Wiggles squirmed a little in her arms and let out a little mew, he was anxious and excited to meet this new person. Amadahy blinked "oh yea, and my name is Amadahy...but um...just call me Josephine...and this is my kitten Mr. Wiggles" she smiled shyly and looked at Oscar, hoping for answers

[Placebo Effect]

{ Oscar Reian Finnagan } { Nineteen years old } { Apprentice to Haven Auguste }

"In truth, I have no idea what you mean, I just woke up... Though you're probably looking for Haven Auguste the Physic right?" He stepped back slightly, turning to yell up the stairs, "HAVEN I'M NOT A SOCIAL PERSON YOU BETTER GET DOWN HERE BEFORE I END UP ROCKING IN A CORNER!" He turned back to Amadahy with a smile on his face as if he hadn't just shouted doubts of his mental state up the stairs at such volume that the houses either side were likely to have heard. "Would you like to come in?"

He hadn't been lieing about not being a social person - he wasn't good in social situations prefering to steer clear of them and leave the talking to Haven. He just got bored way too easily and walked away, which was rude but he didn't really care. He pushed the door open for Amadahy to step in, and wondered why exactly this girl was called Amadahy but wanted to be called something totally different... It was too early in the day to think about such confusing things. "You called your cat... Mr. Wiggles...?" He mumbled under his breath, "Jeese if anyone could see that coming I will be shocked." He honestly didn't doubt Haven's powers, but did doubt that she'd know the cat was called Wiggles - of all names to call a poor creature Oscar believed that had to be one of the worst.

Where was Haven? He sighed quietly. He hated visitors, and only put up with Haven since she had tricks to keep him entertained while she spoke to him - that and she was helping him deal with the irritating visions he kept having. He led the way down the hallway, picking up a pack of cards from the side as he did so (one of Haven's tricks had been putting things around the house that he could mess with rather than cause trouble) and began to shuffle them rhythmicly in his hands.

{ Maisy Kee Lisan } { Eighteen years old } { Capricorn }

She yawned as she stepped from the train, rumaging through her purse for some money which soon disappeared into the machine that spat out cans of fizzy drinks. She retrieved the can of lemonade from the tray and looked around with a bored expression - so this was London? Regardless, it didn't seem much different to her home town. Alright the buildings and people were different, but the noise, the pushing and the shoving reminded her so much of home. Manners? Did they not exist in this century? You could never beat good manners, unless you were offering a bar of chocolate since that had the ability to top everything.

’There are four basic food groups: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles.’

Chocolate? Why did she have to begin thinking about that godly food? Maisy sighed as her stomach rumbled. These thoughts were reminding her of two things - one, a poem she studied in English.

’Glory glory be to chocolate in all it's manifestations...’

And secondly, that chocolate was the best tasting thing on the planet and she was starving.

With a slight yawn she headed out of the train station and off into the busy jumble of London's crowds. In thoughts to her previous outbreak of thoughts - the people of London were different, there was more of them and they seemed to enjoy barging into people and walking off without apologising. Maisy sighed and dodged another one, before continuing down the street and looking for an escape into somewhere less crowded.

[Doodle Buddy]

{Amadahy Josephine Fraser} {Eighteen} {Finally found the address and is talking to Oscar}

Amadahy smiled and nodded "yes, he was a gift to me from my little sister. Hence the name" she walked inside "that's what you get for letting a 6 year old name your cat" she looked around "and if you can't say Amadahy, like most people, just call me Josephine. That's what everyone else does anyway" she looked down. Rubbing Mr. Wiggles ear softly "mind if I put him down? He is getting restless" she stood there examining Oscar with curiousity, what was he doing here?

"and who is Haven?" she asked, then blushed a little "sorry...I talk a lot when I'm nervous" she looked away, feeling her skin growing hot with embarrassment

[Placebo Effect]

{ Oscar Reian Finnagan } { Nineteen years old } { Apprentice to Haven Auguste }

Oscar raised his eyebrows when she began examining him, and looked straight into her eyes. "Amadahy is a Native American name meaning Forest Water... But your mother told you it meant Goddess of the sea. Your full name is Amadahy Josephine Frazer. You're eighteen and you were born on the fourteenth of March. Does that answer your question of why I'm here... --Oh wait you didn't ask it yet. Nevermind." He blinked, and his eyes which had slowly been going coppery red returned to the deep brown that they usually were. He had to admit, he was getting better at that. A few months ago he'd have no idea who she at all. Though he could only glean a little information from someone by doing that, it was a cool party trick. Unfortunately it tended to make him feel incredibly tired and he could only ever read a few things that the person was close to, hopefully she wouldn't ask him to exploit his powers any more. Most people tended to stand with their mouth agape for a few minutes anyway.

He frowned at the cat, "If you put it down it might crash into stuff like a cat in a China shop..." Oscar didn't much like cats. There was just something spiritual about them... And they had claws. His parents had a cat, and that was why he lived here. Cats just didn't like him. "If you don't like the name, give it a first name. You sister gave it a last name, which means unless it's first name is Mr. it doesn't have one."

"The address you're holding in your hand. The name at the top of the address is Miss Haven Auguste. Surely you would have spotted that if you were looking hard enough." He stopped shuffling the cards, flipped one over and held it up. It was the tarot card for death. "Have I freaked you out yet?" In truth the whole pack was made up of death cards, because he'd gotten bored one day and found it was an excelent way to welcome visitors.

He shrugged and made his way futher into the house, leading the way to the living room, pushing the door open and gesturing for Amadahy to wait inside. "Let me go find Haven." He made his way up the stairs and resumed shuffling the cards in his hands once more, before knocking on Haven's room's door. "Haven are you in there?"

{ Maisy Kee Lisan } { Eighteen years old } { Star sign: Capricorn }

She yawned as she stepped from the train, rumaging through her purse for some money which soon disappeared into the machine that spat out cans of fizzy drinks. She retrieved the can of lemonade from the tray and looked around with a bored expression - so this was London? Regardless, it didn't seem much different to her home town. Alright the buildings and people were different, but the noise, the pushing and the shoving reminded her so much of home. Manners? Did they not exist in this century? You could never beat good manners, unless you were offering a bar of chocolate since that had the ability to top everything.

’There are four basic food groups: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles.’

Chocolate? Why did she have to begin thinking about that godly food? Maisy sighed as her stomach rumbled. These thoughts were reminding her of two things - one, a poem she studied in English.

’Glory glory be to chocolate in all it's manifestations...’

And secondly, that chocolate was the best tasting thing on the planet and she was starving.

With a slight yawn she headed out of the train station and off into the busy jumble of London's crowds. In thoughts to her previous outbreak of thoughts - the people of London were different, there was more of them and they seemed to enjoy barging into people and walking off without apologising. Maisy sighed and dodged another one, before continuing down the street and looking for an escape into somewhere less crowded.