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

[darling lady]

||Jemannie Ina Linn||18 years old ||Alone||Single||

Something seemed to be blaring into my ears, and Jemannie wondered if my friends had snuck in and held an air horn to her ear. She moaned tiredly, pulling the various sheets and blankets over her head. Her voice could be heard from underneath, a muffled “Five more minutes please?”

The blaring did not cease, and soon Jemannie was forced to open her eyes, blinking blearily, before turning to see the alarm clock relentlessly blaring away it’s annoying noise. She sighed, wondering why she had set it. There was no school or anything today, so why on Earth did she set the damned piece of machinery?

Slamming on it to turn it off, she dragged herself out of bed, knowing she couldn’t possibly fall back asleep after that. She drudged over to the kitchen, her steps slow and dragging across the floor. She went over to the bread cabinet, grabbing some and plopping it into the toaster. As she waited, she went outside to grab the newspaper, and decided to sit down and read it as she waited.

Most of it was as boring as usual, talking about politics and taxes, just like every day. She flipped over to the job ads, reading it over and making a mental note over which jobs she would check out. An audible metallic pop sound echoed in the kitchen, and she set down the newspaper to go grab her toast. After adding the usual peanut butter and jam, she returned to the newspaper to read over more wanted ads, before realizing she had lost the page. A draft or something, probably from when she had stood up, had caused it to flip over a few pages, landing on the horoscope section. Figuring she might as well read it, as it was always a little laugh, her eyes scanned down to Gemini. And then they proceeded to widen in surprise.

The letters kept moving and shifting, like something that belonged to the Harry Potter world. She pinched herself, trying to wake herself up, but it didn’t work. Finally, the words stopped, spelling out an address. Shoving the rest of the toast into her mouth, she ripped off the page and ran upstairs to get dressed. Even with possible dreams, she couldn’t go outside in her pajamas.

[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.

[Killer lies]

Mood: In pain
Location: At her home
Status: Single
With: The spirits

Haven yawned and stood up, heading out of the beaded door that coated the entrance to her bedroom. Her dark purple hair hung limply around her shoulders and her eyes, which were actually blue, were bleary and slightly behind her body, as they were still asleep. Unfortunately, the bleariness of her eyes made everything else blurred and she couldn't entirely tell where she was walking. She was aiming for either the kitchen or the bathroom, not really minding in which order she got ready, but she ended up in the room she did her private readings in. She tripped over one of the pouffs she sat on and smashed her head against the table that held her crystal ball, which was more for looks than actual psychic help.

Pathetic a voice spat from somewhere within the darkness Haven was currently enveloped in. She lifted her head when she heard the voice, and thrashed around violently in the darkness to find it. Because hse recognised that voice, and she hated it with the fullest force anyone could ever hate anything. Is the so-called psychic lost? the voice taunted. Haven continued to thrash, but soon gave up with her attempts. The voice began to laugh, a harsh and guttural noise, hat caused Haven to clasp her hands to her ears. The voice began to speak again, but it was muffled by the sound of another voice, an equally familiar one to Haven. It was her apprentice Oscar.

Haven sat up right as she awoke from her unconsciousness to hear her apprentice calling her, asking her if she was in her room. She rose slowly and walked over to the door of the room she was in, seeing Oscar stood ny the doorway to her room. "I am here, my apprentice. If you would kindly retun downstairs and ask our guest towait for a short while as I still need to get dress," she explained, her voice quiet as though she was consulting someone. She pushed past him and entered her room, throwing some things around before finding something to wear. She pulled the dress over her head and walked over to the mirror. Her hair looked casually scruffy, as normal, and she believed that she was ready. Just a few more moments maybe, to help build the anticipation for the guest.

Mood: Still tired and irritated
Location: Wandering around London, lost
Status: Single
With: No one in particular

Cory sighed and spun around once more, wondering whether if he spun enough the answer would come to him our of nowhere. Of course, he knew it wasn't going to happen, but this was a tried and tested method from his childhood growing up in Leeds. If he span round eough, he would either a. Fall over, be knocked unconscious and go to hospital, where he could ask directions from, or b. Someone would come over to him, ask what he was doing and be kind enough to give him directions. Well, there was a C as well, that A police person would see him and take him into custody believing he was drunk, but that ad only happened two times before, and he had actually been drunk those times anyway.

Well, I'm possibly closer to the house. Then again, I'm most likely probably nowhere near it at the same time. Why am I even so bothered about this? These were the the thoughts that swam lazily through Cory's mind as he stopped spinning. "Okay, option a is out," he mumbled to himself, as he had not collapsed to the ground yet. "Option b, unlikely," he murmured as he looked around the large street he was stood in. "Option c, oh damn," he swore, as he saw two flourescent jacketed men walking towards him. He turned and bolted away, glad he was at least good at running. Unfortunately, he soon tired underneath the hot sun of that day. He turned around and saw that the police men had given up on chasing after him. He grinned, and then looked around.

He had somehow reached one of the very rare, empty streets of London. He examined the line of buildings that surrounded him on either side slowly. They were mostly back entrances to restaurants, with a few workers in white chefs outfit stood beside them, dragging at cigarettes and talking to each other. He suddenly span around as his shoulder was tapped.

[PhoenixRider]

Ali Fang; Aries

Ali stopped at a street corner, spotting only one guy. What was he doing? No one else around. Might as well, ask if he need help.... She walked accross the street behind him. She tapped his shoulder lightly, speaking in a softy and airy voice. "Are you lost? Maybe I can help you find where your going. My name is Ali, by the way." she said gently. She straightened her headphone and turned don the volume, making sure her Aries symbol tattoo on her center chest was visible. She loved that tattoo. She checked the street sign. They were a block away from where she was heading. Maybe he was heading to the psychics house too. "If your looking for Haven Auguste's house address, I can take you, I'm heading there....Anyway, it's this way. You almost past it."

((I hink i did it right...I never do on any of the formal rule stuff...))

[Placebo Effect]

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

He turned to find Haven stood outside her consulting room and calmly diverted his eyes to look out of the window when he realised she still wasn't out of her pajamas yet. He nodded in response to Haven's askings. Even if she'd demanded it, he would have done so anyway since it was supposed to be that he would follow her instructions to the letter... Unless she wrote instructions down and spelt them wrong... In which case he'd follow the instructions to the almost letter. "Of course Miss Auguste." Oscar wasn't going to call her Haven until she called him Oscar, and he was doubting that it would happen any time soon.

He gave another nod before returning back downstairs to Amadahy, he pushed open the door to the living room in which he'd left her and leant against the door frame, asking - "Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee...? Water...? Orange juice...? Blood... Actually, we're running out of blood so if you wouldn't mind leaving it for the vampires that would be great." He was only joking about the blood, but enjoyed dropping that one every time there was a new visitor around since they always looked at him questioningly before mumbling something about crazy.

Oscar didn't care much for preconcieved notions of normality and was happy to stay away from people's ideals for the word normal. He liked to stick out like a sore thumb and had no problem doing so. Pshyics after all didn't really fit in, they could see things that others couldn't even if it was a bit frightful when it happened... Oscar adjusted the bandages on his arms as that thought ran through his head. He'd noted that Haven seemed to have been in pain earlier though so he'd chosen to wait and heal himself later since his wounds weren't that bad and it would be logical to heal someone who may be seriously hurt rather than heal a few flesh wounds.

{ 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 raised an eyebrow, impressed and creeped out at how much he knew. She raised an eyebrow at his rudeness towards Mr. Wiggles, as soon as she got answers she would go home and back to her life. She looked down at Mr. Wiggles, who was now asleep in her lap, and scratched his ear softly. She sighed and looked around, examining the house and her surroundings. It was well ordinary from what she could see.

Amadahy heard Oscar and looked at him, raising an eyebrow at him she sighed "I'm fine thanks" she leaned back on the couch and looked out the window. It looked about mid-day or just after, but then again her eyes may have played tricks on her with the newspaper, who they aren't doing it again?

(added more to her form)

[Placebo Effect]

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

Oscar nodded shrugging at that Amadahy didn't want anything. He didn't much care about her eyebrows being raised since he didn't really care about how anyone percieved him and his misendeavours. He shuffled the tarot cards once more in attempt to keep himself entertained, before restlessly giving up on the tarot cards and putting them on the fire place.

He picked up one of the miniature crystal balls from the fire place's mantel and rolled it around between his fingers. Oscar didn't enjoy being bored. Tea. Haven would probably want tea... Or coffee... He headed off towards the kitchen. "Where are you from?" He asked, trying to make polite conversation, and then frowned slightly for once stopping perfectly still. Perhaps he was still only half awake, because he could hear that creepy laughter once again and see dark flashes in front of his eyes. "Not now..." He winced, and the crystal ball dropped to the floor and went rolling off into the kitchen as he put his hands over his ears.

What was going on? The spirits, usually calm and only irritating every so often were now trying to break through while he was awake?

((Awe you killed off her sister? ))

[Killer lies]

Mood: Anticipation
Location: Her living room
Status: Single
With: Oscar and Amadahy

Haven entered her downstairs room five minutes after she had spoken to Oscar, although her head was still spinning from her unconsciousness and 'discussion' with the spirit. "Welcome, you one," she said to Amadahy, her voice airy and resonant in the deep purple room. She walked over to her apprentice and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Have you offered our new client a drank, Apprentice Oscar? Ah, but of course," she mumbled. Most people would probably believe she had used her powers to do this, but they were unnecessary in this situation, as she had been able to hear her apprentice talking from the top of the stairs.

"Well, as she has refused your offer, may you please go and make me a pot of tea? Chamomile preferably, although I know you habe not yet mastered the correct method of making this tea, but the skill will come to you," she said, her voice becoming airy again. She walked over to her guest, her arms held out to the side to emphasise her long dress and shawls effect on her body. "Hello, my dear. As you well know, my name is Haven Auguste, although I would prefer it if you would call me Psychic Auguste. And you are... Ah yes, Amadahy, the Pisces. Welcome again, to the domicile I share with my Apprentice Oscar, who you have clearly already met," she bowed deeply to the girl, before sitting in an elegant wooden chair.

"Now, may I ask the reason for your presence here?" she asked. But, due to her powers both in the psychic and eavesdropping arts, she already knew why.

Mood: Confused but intrigued
Location: In an abandoned street
Status: Single
With: Ali

Cory smiled at the girl, glad that he had finally found someone who could show him the way to the house of the psychic. "Wait, hold up a sec. How the h*ll did you know I was looking for Haven? Please say your not a psychic as well. I'm surprised I managed to persuade myself to believe in one unrealistic thing this week. Oh god, look at me, I'm going insane," he exclaimed, shaking his head slowly. Then he noticed the large tattoo on the girl's chest, the one of the Aries sign. "Yep, a zodiac person. Right, well, I'm Cory Long, Scorpio, and I am pretty definite now that I'm going insane. So, anyway, you know where the psychic's house is? Maybe she lives next to one of those head doctors," he sighed.

Insane, insane, insane, he repeated over and over to himself in his brain, trying persuade himself it was true. He wasn't even sure why he was trying to persuade himself that he was insane. Didn't most people try to persuade themselves that they weren't insane? Great, another factor that showed up his oncoming insanity. Sanity seems overrated anyway, maybe being insane will be more fun he thought, but he knew he would have more luck trying to persuade himself that he wasn't a dude.

{Maisy could bump into Cory and Ali if you want Angel?}

[Placebo Effect]

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

Oscar shocked out of the state he was in when Haven tapped him on the shoulder. He took his hands from his ears to listen to Haven and waited for her to catch up to the conversation he'd been having with Amadahy and for her to insult him on his tea making skills. All the while she was speaking, Oscar tapped his foot restlessly. He wasn't being rude on purpose, nor was he intending to signify that Haven should hurry up speaking, he was just incredibly restless all the time and Haven knew that. "Chamomile? Of course Miss Auguste."

He left Amadahy to talk to the airy (seemingly only half there) phsyic while he went off to make the tea he'd intended to make before the spirits had decided to irritate him. He picked up the crystal ball from the kitchen floor when he got in there, and poured water into a pan before setting it on the stove to boil. Oscar always made tea or coffee (or preferably hot chocolate since that was by far his favourite) in a pan, in his opinion it worked better... And electrics tended to short circuit around his powers. As the water began to boil he searched through the cupboard for the chamomile, and was about to put it into the teapot straight away when he remembered that you weren't supposed to add it straight away since the water would burn it.

He poured the water into the teapot, and remembering that Haven probably needed a bit of healing held his hands over the boiling hot steam for a few seconds, concentrating and forcing some of his healing magic into the water. Once done he added the chamomile and stirred it, moving away because the scent of the stuff was something he didn't like much. He put the teapot on the tray of cups he'd set out a few moments previous and carried the tray into Haven. "I sense three more of the zodiac approaching Miss Haven, what do you wish for me to do?"

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

She'd been wandering for the past few minutes in attempt to find the physic's house, and had finally smashed straight into Cory and Ali. Perhaps it would have been a clever idea to look where she was going, and yet she hadn't because she'd been looking at the map in her hands. With a wince and yelp of pain she fell over, grazing her forearms as she attempted to catch herself. "Sorry... My fault... Should have been looking." She mumbled the apology as she flicked gravel from the grazes on her forearms.

She finally looked up at the two she'd smacked into, and raised one of her hands to block the sun from her eyes. "Sorry once again. I'm Kee." Well, she might as well introduce herself to the cute boy she'd smacked into... A spot of luck or coincidence?

[darling lady]

||Jemannie Ina Linn||18 years old ||Alone||Single||

Now that she was actually dressed, she ran out the door, and ran a whole block until she reached the nearest subway entrance. Her fingers shoved into her pocket, digging around for some change or her card, before realizing she had forgotten her wallet at home. Sighing in exasperation, she ran back, re-opened the door, and went back upstairs to grab it. Going back out, she was in such a hurry she almost forgot her keys in the door, but remembered just in time to grab them.

She half-ran this time, slightly tired from the back and forward. In fact, once she arrived, she was panting slightly, and getting a few weird looks from other people. Getting onto the subway, she was sad to see all the seats had been taken, and had to stand while holding onto one of those little loop things hanging from the ceiling. As she waited on the subway, she observed the map, wondering where in London 17 Buscherine Lane was. The subway halted for a stop, and she finally found where it was on the map, before realizing she had to get off now. Pushing her way past people, she just made it past the large metallic doors before they swung shut and the subway left once more. She sighed in relief, but still felt as if this was not a good day for her.

Going back to the surface, she began to look around, trying to determine exactly where to go.