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location: town;; mood: vengeance!;; tagged: Drew, Scarlet, Marjorie;; power: none... for now;;

Mars’s eyes, normally filled with a playful intensity that lingered with a side effect of what one could only describe as already being a step ahead, went slightly dull as the words sunk in. Now, normally he could take Scarlet’s cruelty—something simply empty, an hollowness that she tried to fill in the void, more specifically, her void—and wad it back up, throwing it back at her. But now, he felt himself surprisingly benumbed. He took a step forward, something that wasn’t exactly threatening, but close enough to where he loomed a head over her. His eyes flickered, an icy cold, something that glinted of warning.
The Scottish scoffed as his lips twitched into a sad smile, the creases around his mouth spreading with amusement. But inside, his heart withered into vines that broke and fell away like burnt bits of paper. Scarlet was every inch witch, and everything in him surged to the desire of hitting her. But he restrained himself, calmly rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing scarred knuckles and a dragon wrapped around a Celtic cross. When Mars looked back up, his level gaze matched Drew’s. “You got it, boss,” he said evenly. He looked back at Scarlet one last time, his eyes flickering with some darkness that tingled with threat, before turning and walking down the road in his heavy boots.

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location: outside;; mood: in pain, irritable;; tagged: Jack;; power: emotional morph & four bar.

Micah scoffed. That was such a pretty little picture of a family, of loving friends. Well, too bad they all disappeared. Or just didn’t care. He shook his head mockingly. But then Jack brought up the question of his family and he stopped, hesitating. He didn’t want to tell this boy, this boy he really didn’t know, about his family. That was his own business. And telling him about what happened back in Chicago just brought up a memory of his mama, his dad, his sister and nana. It just felt like, telling them, would just give his family away, bit by bit.
“I…” he hesitated. He clenched his jaw before going on to say gruffly, “They’re dead. Simple. Now let’s go see what’s going on in town.”

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location: her house;; mood: everything;; tagged: quinn & kevin;; power: vibes & two bar.

Hannah-Nora’s ears pricked. Had she heard him correctly? Had she… Lady Capone, just been assigned to a duty in which the dangers laid out before them unknown and full of a limiting capacity in which Kevin be slain and she end up, finally deciding that it was Quinn—the right man for her—marrying Mr. Irish? She stopped in mid prance, falling still beside Kevin. The four-foot Jamaican looked up, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes; somewhat resembling the look your cat gets before it decides it wants to eat you. Speaking of which, Lucy was winding her way back up again and baring her fangs. The girl grabbed its face, tore its mouth open and yelled down it, “LUCY! BE CIVIL!” She finally let it go, and the snake withdrew with a hiss of dismay. She shoved the coiling reptile back around her chubby hips and turned her full attention to her two six-feet tall friends. And unless you’re a four-foot tall tomboy, you can only imagine it’s like looking up at a skyscraper and perhaps, feeling as small as a roach. But in that moment, she—despite actual height, obviously—felt much taller, much grander than what she actually was.
She grinned, a crooked smile, revealing gnarly teeth she often used to eat her prey. Example? Quinn’s hand. “Evweything gonna be aright.” She turned, stomping in her glow-up shoes and crossing her arms. “Aright. If we’re gonna out on a mission, I am general. Aright, mon? I am general. An’ as general, I demond ya—“ She whirled, sticking a chubby finger against Quinn’s stomach, “Sir Lucos… Jake? Whateva ya name is, mon! I demond a piggy back ride without any complaint! If my ear canal receives such, such goes my foot in ya butt!” She smiled cruelly. “I demond you t’ run, as not to slow me down, because I am a woman on time!”
She raged, her cheeks boiling red in madness; steam chugged from her flared nostrils. Then she took a few steps back before hurtling herself onto Quinn’s back with a beastly cry, grabbing at his hair as she began slipping. “Hold me up, mon!” shouted she in his ear. In a moment, she situated herself on the cow and slapped his butt. Then lamented with a shy giggle, “Sorry. I’ve been wanting to touch your butt,” before quickly coughing into a fist and, by taking his ears in her fists like reigns, nudging him forward in a trot. “KEV-von!” she shrilled. She whipped her shaved head around and nodded to her skate board. “Bring it along, mon!”

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location: town;; mood: anxious;; tagged: jessi, karsten;; power: none.

Cassie’s brows rose in dry Youtuber surprise—the only kind that can be quickly dismissed for pride—to reveal a little line above her brow. She stared at Karsten, slumped unconscious, for a moment. He wasn’t actually that hostile… that was, if under control and, simply put, unconscious. “Well.” She stood there a moment, swaying on the balls of her feet. She frowned, sadly, as if his company hadn’t been too bad. Yeah. Pff. At least, except for his rude behavior of chucking her $400 video camera she had gotten three Christmases ago!
She shrugged. “At least I didn’t have to kill you.” She craned her neck around and smiled dully at Jessi. “Pull the van up. We’re loading Nazi up here.” Being 5’6” and barely able to lift the 70 pound ton of wet clothes her mother brought back from the laundry mat—that was, since their washing machine had been out for more than a month now—getting Karsten to his feet was way harder than she had first thought. So the Youtuber had decided: he didn’t need to get to his feet.
By grabbing both his ankles and dragging him across the pavement, Cassie made it about six feet before she heard a sickening thud. She craned her neck, watching in horror as his head rolled off the curb and hit the pavement. She let out a shrill, hysterical noise that caught in the back of her throat. She stood, hesitant, and wiped her eyes free of sweat. That was tough. “Jessi!”

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name;; marjorie moreau
age;; seventeen
allegiance;; student
power;; none
tags;; drew, scarlet, mars

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Marjorie rolled her eyes, disappointed to see his attempt at breaking up the scuffle between Scarlet and Mars. She made a mental note and filed it away in the back of her mind, though in a place easily accessed. To learn the details of this Mattie would be interesting. It was obviously a raw nerve for Mars, and even Drew seemed a little shocked as he began chewing his nails. She wondered how long it would be until those nails disappeared entirely. She smirked when she noticed him tensing as Mars leaned in close to Scarlet, whispering something that she probably wanted to hear.

She held her gaze steady, however, when she caught Drew stealing glances at her. Marjorie's lips twitched in the most remote smirk, itching to know what he was thinking, as usual. It had been a long time since someone had looked at her like she was a knot to be untied, a puzzle to be solved. She couldn't help but feel a bit of her old self returning to her, stored away in a box somewhere on the coast of Maine.

She followed him as he began stalking down the street, as he gave Mars new orders. She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear as she came up even in her step with him, giving him a sideways glance. To mention it or not to mention it? Wasn't that the ever-lasting question with Andrew Henderson? "So," she said, the ever-present numbness in her voice. "Are you going to tell me how this all works out or are you going to leave me in the dark once again?"

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name;; jared winston
age;; seventeen
allegiance;; townie
power;; matter phasing
tags;; cassie, jessi, karsten

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Jared turned away from the three and took the deepest breath in the world that would never be recorded into the Guinness World Records. Such a shame. But that wasn't the point. Behind him, right then, World War III was about to erupt, Americans and Russians against the Germans once again. How he wished he had a large book to beat them all with. He turned around quickly, hoping to keep blood from being shed, only to see the German kid lying on the ground, a video camera (the video camera with the only proof they had that the parents had literally disappeared) broken on the ground, and steam coming from Jessi's ears.

His mouth fell open in the most comical yet sincere way. He pointed at the boy, his eyes closed, as Cassie tried to hoist him to his feet. "What did you do, Cassie?" he said, his tongue and throat going dry. "You can't just kill people! Are you insane? You don't know German, you don't know what he was saying... I will have no part in starting World War Three, okay?"

He paused, rubbing at his temples with the heels of his hands. Oh, this was giving him a migraine. He turned once again and picked up the shattered video camera, and ejected the tape. He blinked in distant surprise: the tape was totally in tact, not even a scratch. He replayed the last few moments in his mind, an eyebrow raised. He turned on Cassie, a slight fury in his eyes.

"'Ich werde dich tot essen,'" he said, his false accent perfect, like it would be if your grandmother had never learned English. German, Hebrew, English, and a little bit of Russian that he'd picked up from Jessi; those were his languages. He surprised himself at the calmness of his voice, speaking as though he were talking to his friend but more-or-less talking to himself. "You know what that means, don't you? He thought you said you were a cannibal, Cassie. He freaked. And now you've killed him! I don't want to go to prison..."

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mood: u wot m8
tagged: hannah-nora, kevin
location: town
affiliation: students

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ＣＡＮ'Ｔ ＣＯＮＴＡＩＮ ＩＴ

ＳＯ ＴＥＬＬ ＭＥ ＪＵＳＴ
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alive one direction

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Quinn pulled his blazer on and stood there with his arms crossed sullenly, refusing to speak to the little Jamaican girl who'd taken away his dignity, and his pain-free fingers. He examined them now, wincing when he probed the tiny bite marks with his other hand. This sucked. Majorly. Lady Capone or whatever you called her went on talking it was little more than an annoying buzzing sound in Quinn's ears as he let his attention waver. Only Canadian Boy turning away from them made him look up, squinting slightly as he tried to see through Kevin's back. That, he concluded, didn't work, but when the boy turned around again he dropped a flaming ball of... something to the ground. Quinn blinked a few times, then blinked a few times more. What was that? Did he have a lighter? He didn't have one in his hands, but that didn't mean anything... great. He was stuck with a pyromaniac and a normal off-the-shelf maniac. Was he the only sane one? He realized Canadian was talking in that grating accent- Quinn had a bizarre thing against any accent except for Irish; on behalf that Quinn thought Ireland was the best country in the world. "Um. Aye. Sure. And naw, mucker, I'm not being no da to no one. I'm not cut out to be a da!" He sounded desperate. "But the thing wi' the food and the others sounds good. Aye. Let's do that."

The seven-eight-nine-whatever year old was talking again. Quinn didn't pay attention- until suddenly the seven-eight-nine year old was on his back and yanking at his hair. Quinn had spent hours on his hair that morning, and now this kid had come along and ruined it? He tried to twist around to face her, but that just made the girl slide further down his back. "Ow ow ow ow ow..." Quinn was used to giving girls piggybacks, him being a Casanova and all, but this was the first time someone had taken one without permission. And then she went and smacked him. He yelped and jumped about a foot in the air, and in risk of his hair being torn out, he held the girl beneath her knees so she didn't take him down with her. "Did ye just smack me? Don't ye dare do that ye wee..." He muttered some choice words in Irish, wondering how best to get rid of Miz Lady Capone, but he arrived at one desolate conclusion- he couldn't. She had him by his ears now, and he was honestly worried of losing one of them if he put her down. "A'ight, a'ight... Jay-zus... just don't do that again and don't ye dare touch me hair! Spent lots of money on tha' hair wax..." He muttered the last part as he started moving forward.
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[youre_the_onlyreason]

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Noah stepped out of the town hall area. He was tiered and done. He wasn't very involved in the FAYZ commotion yet but that didn't matter. Minuets ago he was amazed to learn that people had powers, telekinetic, mind junk and all other sort of works. He thought it was crazy. His only power was the power to annoy anyone to screaming at him. Now he was in a neighborhood. One of the townies. he passed a few his hand sin his black pockets and what not. But no one knew him so they didn't think he was a student, or from Coates. He sighed looking around the townies neighborhood and noticed someone. Only one person a girl, alone. He walked quicker catching up to her ready to scare her to death but decided not to. "Hey!" he said jogging up to her. He put on his desperate face and muffled his hair. He was already dirty and could easily make his stomach look thin. "Please, please I am so hungry." he begged. "DO you have any food?" he said kneeling down his hands folded like he was about to pray.

Anastasie jumped a bit when she heard the voice behind her. It was a boy. She turned around, and saw the boy was to be about 17 or 18. He begged on his knees for food, and new it was just an act. They hadn't been that long without adults, yet. Although, she wanted to help him. Come with me if you want loot. Don't question, don't try anything, just follow. I don't want anyone to get hurt here, or anywhere else. Just come on. The very smart and assertive 13 year old started fast walking, and held her machete tighter. No one was to be trusted anymore. Actually, no one was ever to be trusted, not even before the adults disappeared.

{{I am back. Sorry about it. I am reposting this, just in case ender. didn't see it. }}

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Noah stood up looking at her his sad expression gone. He frowned and walked with her looking around. "Okay then" he said slipping his hands in his black jacket as if he was giving up on the whole, I am hungry act. Following her he noticed how ugly this town was. The only reason he was following was because he was looking for food and he would never pass up a free offer to loot. Coates was cleaned so skipping down this merry street in the Townies neighborhood was his next option. He sighed looking down at the younger girl. "You know I could squash you in two and take all of what you have now. Why, are you trusting me to let me walk behind you?" Noah rarely attacked. He may be mean but not that mean. "I am probably 2 years older than you." Noah wondered what she would say after than. She seemed like a pretty brave girl and she looked well for being on her own at least right now.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie stopped all of a sudden. She didn't look back, though. She was thinking. Bringing up the past. That happened often to her. She thought about just this year. A boy that was not much older than her and went to Coates with her. He seemed very intimidating, but he was actually really nice. They were really good friends, and had a great time together. He even made her forget about her past. He was like the older brother she never had. Unfortunately, though, he got hit by a car when they were walking to the cafe. She saw all of it. He was walking down the street. She wasn't far behind. She saw the car racing towards him, but he didn't. She screamed at him, but it was to late. He had already been hit. The car came to a halt, and the driver got out. A teenage girl on the phone. The girl screamed and called the police. They came, but he was already gone. His soul had already passed through to other realms. The whole time, Anastasie stood there and watched. She couldn't move until the police came and talked to her. She went to his funeral, his memorial service, and everything celebrating him. This boy looked way to much like the boy she knew. He also sounded like the boy that she knew. His voice coaxed her ears with delight. His face had the perfect outlines, and sculpture. You remind me of an old friend. She only slightly turned her head when she said this. Only to where he could see half of her face. She then kept walking.

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Noah stopped taking one hand out from his pocket and rubbed his hand through his rugged brown hair. "What?" taking it all in he shrugged thinking to himself. So much for answer the question. "Oh uh cool. Well, I am not a friend I just want food. Or I need to get food or I'll get yelled at." he said thinking about how everyone had a role to play and he was told to go search places for food. Noah didn't like food. Chewing also tiered him. If he told friends his middle name was Lazy they would believe him. Noah didn't like to move or do anything. he liked to lie down and enjoy the moment. listen to whatever was near. Birds, trains, music and look at whatever was around. A golden sunset, a dark dank basement sending shivers up your spine, or even a grocery store with complaining kids and stressed out workers. He enjoyed the little things. "So, um where's this place exactly? Your not tricking me are you?" he said with slight friendliness but kept low and unfriendly as well as he could. Noah was considered mean but when someone was helping him he had a hard time giving attitude.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie knew that this boy thought she wasn't as smart as she really was. Anastasie knew they weren't friends. She wasn't stupid. No one was her friend anymore. I realize we are not friends. I am not as stupid as I look. She kept walking. She didn't mean to snap at him like that, but she was mad at herself for bringing up those memories. She was mad at the boy for looking like the boy she knew. She was mad at whatever the strange force was that took away the adults. She was just mad in general. She heard the boy ask where they were going, and if this was a trap. We are going to my house. It is just another half-mile away. No, this isn't a trap. If it were, I would probably not be doing this. My plans are a lot more elaborate than this. By the way, my name is Anastasie. What is your name?

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Noah glared at her comment but could careless. She just said she looked dumb so he had nothing to say back, she did it herself. Walking along he wondered if they would be there soon or not. This conversation was getting more and more awkward every word. "Anastasie?" he said repeating as if making sure he heard it right. "My name is Noah, Noah Bennett." he finally loosened up. "Hey you just said you looked dumb but you have elaborate plans." he chuckled lightly. "So, are you smart or not? If you've been alone I am taking so far your pretty smart. I prefer to be alone too." Noah walked up so he was walking next to her and looked down a little just to get a good look at her face. "How old are you? eleven? Twelve?"

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie chuckled. Well, I consider myself quite intelligent. Though, my parents think otherwise. You seem smart, too. But, who knows. Anybody can act smart. She chuckled again. Sorry I snapped at you earlier.i am just having a hard time. Emotional past, natural blonde. Could it very much worse? She meant this in a jokingly manner. She felt herself trying to impress Noah. She wouldn't know why. They just met. There couldn't already be feelings between them. Could there? I am almost 14. And you?

{{Do you think Noah and Anastasie could like each other? That would be so cute. }}