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[little feather]

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M I K A Y L A D A V I S
The Plant Elemental

She watched Jefferson walk in front of her, he was always one to do that, not wanting to be the last one. She never especially liked him, she actually can't remember ever but he was always their part of their group and she could do nothing to stop that no matter how much she disliked him. Mikayla nodded in agreement with Lazarus' comment that this wasn't a joke, it was impossible to make plants just magically grow around her or the others to do what their elements were.

As they got closer to the cabin she gave a nervous smile to Lazarus when he said that there was nothing to be afraid of, she knew and so did the rest of the group that there was. This was getting a bit much, even for her but she nervously took a step up behind Lazarus when he knocked on the door. She looked swiftly around, fear was her one downfall and now she was getting a bit scared, who knew who could be living in that cabin? What had they gotten themselves into? They waited a bit after his knock but when no one came to open she looked at the rest of the group. "Does anyone want to open the door." She defiantly wasn't going to but someone like Jefferson would probably race to see if it was unlocked.

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[blackbird.]

L A Z A R U S . R O G E R S
age - nineteen | element - metal | friends - brandon, mikayla | enemies - jefferson | crush - mikayla | with - the five
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Lazarus waited for a few moments for any signs of sound. There was none. He looked at his friends and cleared his throat. He was the leader at that moment in time, so he couldn't be seen clamming up like that. "Okay, I'm going in." He told his plan to the group as he felt something come over him, like a voice urging him to go in. It wasn't creepy or threatening, almost inviting, as if the house had been made for them and it was glad they were finally there. Taking a deep breath and mustering all his courage, he grabbed the brass door handle and opened the door. It wasn't locked and the door swung open with a small creak. Lazarus began to feel afraid. He was in an unknown territory, in a strange house inside a deserted carnival. It was empty, and it was silent. He felt that any moment soon, a strange figure would appear or a shadow would flash across the room, just as in a horror movie. He bristled at the thought, and glanced over at his friends. Their presence comforted him, and he was just glad that it was daytime.

The house was furnished rather luxuriously, and he sofas in the living room in front of him. To his right was a right table made of solid wood, six plain chairs surrounding it. There was a door leading to another room from the dining room, which he could only assume was the kitchen. To his left was a spiralling flight of stairs leading to an upper level, where the landing of the second floor was above his head, such that anyone who stood there could see who was entering the door. He wished he could take back his words on not feeling afraid, because in all honesty he was feeling terrified and dreadfully uncertain. What he was supposed to do, he really didn't know. His phone in the pocket of his jeans floated up, and he quickly caught it and held it tightly. He needed to keep his emotions under control. He needed a plan to reassure him that he was even minutely in control. "Let's split up," he suggested, facing his friends with as much confidence as he could. "Three of us go upstairs, the other three search this floor." He hoped his friends agreed with his decision, for the only thing worse than feeling powerless was feelings powerless and having everyone doubt you. "I'll head upstairs. Who else wants to join me?"

[paragon]

Jefferson Cole
age = nineteen / nickname = Cole / element = fire / tagged = other five

Cole's trip towards the cabin had him feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the entire situation--it screamed supernatural and otherworldly, and try as he might, Cole couldn't shake the gut feeling that sprinting full speed the opposite direction would pan out better than investigating this...place. It didn't help that Lazarus' robotic attitude pushed every button Cole had; something was wrong with that frigid man. He snorted at the sudden leadership Lazarus displayed and broadly gestured toward the door. You first, buddy.

Mikayla's distress was manifest through her actions, so he tried to lessen the antagonistic front he put up, and concentrated on the elephant in the room. When nobody answered the door, his eyebrows furrowed yet again. An empty cabin? If anything, the desolate air of the place was only worsened by the lack of response from within. He gave an almost imperceptible nod towards Lazarus after the man sent one last glance across the group, then crept up behind him, eyes moving about to capture every detail of the interior he could. It looked...homey. If this were another time and place, Cole could see himself setting up in this cabin. He coughed and cleared his throat at Lazarus' query. I'll stick with down here," he replied. "See what else this floor has to offer." Without waiting for backup, he warily walked toward the door in the dining room, and let a small flame kindle into existence on his left index finger in case it all went to hell in a hand basket.

[blackbird.]

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