ＰＯＯＦ; open

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✂ ＳＣＡＲＬＥＴ ✂

mood: TAKE THAT
tagged: open, (everyone sorta)
location: town, church
affiliation: students
power: water manipulation

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the devil inside; digital daggers

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He touched her hair. The stupid Scottish psychopath had touched her hair. Trying not to shiver in revulsion, she instead glared at the boy's retreating back. Stupid, to let herself get so worked up, so completely stupid, and there were more important issues to ponder over- the boy who appeared to have died on Mars' radio, for one. A radioactive storm could be interesting. Fear showed people's true colours- it peeled away the protective mask that everyone wore and showcased to the world who they really were. It was why Scarlet didn't let herself get scared. No, it was better to keep calm in the midst of chaos, to watch others and learn their weaknesses; figure out how to use those weaknesses against them. It was how she survived, how she won every fight- no actual physical advantage, but she knew how to get in people's heads. She'd seen them at their weakest, even if they hadn't seen her. She knew how to make them tick.

xxxAn uncomfortable pressure was building just in front of her ear, seeming to originate in her right temple. It was making moving her jaw uncomfortable, and she rubbed at it gingerly. The pain, however, was quickly forgotten as she listened to Drew and Marjorie's conversation, her ears pricking up. Interesting. Very interesting. So, Marjorie was Drew's messenger now. That, too, was interesting. The pressure was building, spreading along her head. She noted this with almost clinical intrigue. What was that phrase from that old book? Curiouser and curiouser? Whatever, if this was a migraine growing because of Mars she swore she'd-

Suddenly, the pressure burst, and the street exploded. That's what it seemed like- geysers of water erupted all around the redhead, and as the dropping feeling in her stomach grew as did the dread. She knew, even before the water from the burst pipes had landed, that she wouldn't be touched. She would be completely sheltered, not a hair on her pretty little head even dampened. And, sure enough, after it had stopped metaphorically raining, she took a look around her. Water pipes that ran underneath the street were unearthed, concrete had been tossed easily in the air by the hydraulic force, and some shop windows had smashed. Small canyons ran throughout the street, and the one piece of intact asphalt was the metre she was standing on. She looked around her almost fearfully but not quite. Some kids were lying, unmoving, and others had taken shelter behind cars. They were all staring. Staring at her.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie escorted Noah in, and said, Right this way please. Um. What we are about to go in is the dining room and kitchen. They are pretty big, I know. I don't really like it, though. I am not the biggest fan of big houses. Anastasie shrugged. She walked into the dining room and kitchen, and twirled around slowly with her arms outstretched. Thanks, by the way. We will be going to the living room, then the upstairs to my brother's room. Okay?

[grim.]

↠ Kevin . Marisol . Darko ↞

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Twenty eight days.
Six hours.
Forty two minutes.
Twelve seconds.
That is when the world will end.

tagged → hannah-nora, quinn.
feeling → really, really agitated.
where → town.
power → electricity manipulation.
bars → three.
crush → none.

A thumbs up, okay so she wasn’t any worse for wear. That was god and Kevin let out a small sigh of relief. God kids can take a beating, he thought, suppressing a laugh. Of course she was crouching in the bushes like so kind of child assassin, although her conspicuousness was ruined by the fact that two six foot tall teenage boys were staring quizzically at said bush. Of course Quinn was muttering under his breath and looked pretty flustered and exasperated, checking his nose as if to make sure it wasn’t bloody or something. Then the girl was laying on the board rolling away and Kevin grimaced at the look at the marshmallows shoved into the poor python’s nostrils. “You uh, you aiming to kill that serpent there?” He asked, his tone puzzled and slightly hesitant. “Because, y’know, he, she, it, kind of needs to breath through its nose.”
But she wasn’t listening, shouting orders and in her non-discretion Kevin could’ve heard her halfway across town. He shook his head and sighed, god she was a handful. Then she was shouting that the church was on fire and Kevin just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Drew’s got that taken care of, he sent that hamshank Mars of his to go set that. At least that’s what I figure, saw him approach and leave the scene of the crime so the pieces fit, plus there’s a nice view up here.” A sharp gust of wind hit his back, ruffling his unruly hair.
The thunderheads behind him were intimidating to say the least, thick roiling black clouds, spewing…black rain? Was that. Oh god, he’d seen enough movies and done enough research to know what that meant. It was a freakin’ fallout storm. He snapped back around, his energy level spiking through the roof and the slight humming became a much louder electric humming and as he opened his mouth to speak he was immediately drowned out by the howling protests of the girl, now slung over Quinn’s shoulder, with the boy beckoning for Kevin to follow. Of course Hannah-Nora had a total meltdown, going absolutely ballistic, then she was bawling like a newborn.
“SHUT UP!” His voice came out in a loud vicious snarl, something he was hardly aware he was capable of. “You’re acting like a child and we have more pressing matters at hand than your friggin’ dignity!” His eyes had gone as dark and stormy as the thunderheads behind him and for a scrawny teenager he looked pretty scary in that moment. “We need to find shelter, and we need to do it fast. This isn’t going to be your average run-of-the-mill storm. This is now a nuclear fallout, whatever made the adults disappear may have something to do with it. But right now I can tell you that the reactors have melted down and we in for a serious storm. I’m talking we need to stockpile food and find a bunker and lay low.” Anger filled his voice and you could feel the electricity crackling off of him. “Kid, if you value your life you’ll grow up, listen to me and do exactly as I say, or you can stay out here and suffer the effects of over-exposure to radiation, it’s your choice, but make up your mind fast, you too Quinn.” And like that he was gone, rolling off on his skateboard. Heading for the only safe place he could think of, home.

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mood;; wary, curious, suspicious
company;; Drew
whereabouts;;In town
power;; fire manipulation
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Amanda listened to his comforting words, but honestly, she didn't believe them. She was a naturally suspicious person, and she knew what kind of person Drew was. Or at least, she thought she did. She followed his eyes to Scarlet, and the water exploding from the ground. Then the kids on the street, still and not breathing. She looked back at him quickly, trying to remain as... what was the word, not suspicious? Whatever. She pretended to believe every word he spoke, pretended to be awed by him. Then came the mistake. He said that he could see a humble heart in her. Really? Now if that wasn't a load of dirt. In other words, unbelievable. She wanted to scoff it in his face, too. But she knew one thing. If she crossed him, or came across as unloyal, she'd be dead. So she nodded. "I think i can handle the safe houses on my own, thanks. I know for one that my house is completely empty, and there's plenty of food and supplies in the basement. How much space will we need?" She hid her suspicions well. She didn't know if she could or shoudl trust him right now. He was like a snake. Slippery, but good with words. So she would just have to keep an eye on her back for right now. She could trust no one. But it was hard not to trust him. His words seemed genuine, and caring. No one had ever really spoken to her like that. But she pushed them from her mind. It was a lie. Not true. Or was it?

[kona.]

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mood;; wary, curious, suspicious
company;; Drew
whereabouts;;In town
power;; fire manipulation

Amanda resisted the urge to pull away when he touched her hand. There was no way she was trusting him. She knew that he wanted her to, and that maybe she should, but she wouldn't. She would have to pretend. Otherwise things could end badly. She generally knew the area around her house, and if the doors were locked, she could break in pretty easily. She quickly followed him into the building and into the mayor's office. "I uh.. I hate to bother you, Drew, but i think i know an area where there would be enough space. Up near my house, there are several big houses surrounding the area and we could use those houses. If the doors are locked, i could probably... take care of it." She didn't specify how she would be taking care of it, not that it mattered now. She had her arms crossed, trying to control herself so she didn't spontaneously combust again. It was annoying, actually. The ability was new and risky, so she wasn't sure how to keep it under control just yet. She waited for a reply from him, a little impatiently. He was already pacing the room. Who was he waiting for? That snotty girl, Scarlet? She'd seen her around a few times. She had a feeling that the water explosions weren't natural or an accident. She knew that if anyone was responsible for it, that it might be Scarlet. Well, if she could control water, she'd be ready to burn it all down. Why was Drew being so nice to her? It wasn't natural. At least, in the high school world. She doubted he'd changed, either. She was one of the weird outcast kids at Coates. no one ever talked to her, and she was regularly avoided.

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mood;; wary, suspicious, a little scared
company;; Drew
whereabouts;;In town
power;; fire manipulation
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Amanda watched him as his dark eyes settled on her, and he clearly gave her an order. Everything inside of her wanted to go against him, to ask him what his real plan was and who he really was. But she didn't. She had to lay low here and go along like a lap dog. The very t hing she never wanted to be. She nodded, plastering a fake smile on her face. "Well, i would, but... Don't you think you, as the leader of our little group here, should do it?" She suggested , her voice too high, but she just hoped he didn't notice it. She blew some of her dirty blonde hair out of her eyes, as it had shifted over her face. She continued to wait for an answer from Drew, her heart beating a little too fast. She had just gone against a very direct order. She tried to keep her carefree, happy facade, and she worked hard at keeping the smile on her face. Drew seemed very... dark. Powerful. She could see the coldness in his eyes, his heart. She knew for a fact that trusting him wouldn't be an option. At least, not until she knew him better. Even then, she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure either if he had a power or not. This worried her. There were too many things about him that she didn't know, and wanted to know. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to stay casual and calm. It wasn't easy. She watched him, focusing on his face. He was hiding something, but she wasn't sure what.

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✂ ＳＣＡＲＬＥＴ ✂

mood: thoughtful
tagged: drew, amanda
location: town, town hall
affiliation: students
power: water manipulation
ooc: mia's first post coming soon uvu

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the devil inside; digital daggers

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After making absolutely sure a pipe wasn't sticking out of her back or anything, Scarlet smoothed down her hair and looked around her and carefully made her face expressionless, even as the people who had been hit by water or concrete were, surprise surprise, still not moving. Okay. So that happened. She was perfectly okay with the fact that that had happened. She wasn't freaking out at all. She repeated this to herself in a sort of mantra as she awkwardly stepped off her perch of asphalt, balancing by thrusting her arms out to either side and walking quickly along the pipe that had conveniently fell just beside her, and led her to the sidewalk.

xxxShe ignored the wide-eyed stares, ignored the moans of the people on the ground. At least that proved they weren't dead, which was a mild blessing. She instead checked her reflection in the shattered window of a shop. Thousands of fractured Scarlets blinked back at her. Poetic. She looked like absolutely nothing had happened to her, that she was a perfectly normal girl who was heading to school, tote bag and all. Not crazy at all. She certainly didn't look like someone who could control water with her mind. She looked a little crazy, sure, her eyes too big and too much white showing. They didn't fit in well with the rest of her completely placid, blank face. Come on, Scarlet, pull it together. Look blank. Nothing has happened and you need to go make boys cry or whatever. To the almost bewildered stares of the kids, she leaned her head forward to check her eyeliner- perfect- before turning and strutting down the street, almost managing to convince even herself that she was normal. She was normal. Compared to some of the crazy stuff she'd seen.

Where did Drew say he'd go? Something about town hall. Of course he'd go to town hall; he'd go to town hall and he'd go straight to the head office, because it was Drew, and he needed something to hold up that ego of his. She walked there now, meeting the gazes of the townsfolk (snort) with a cold, even one. She needed to seem normal in order to be normal. Hey, that could be her new mantra. Her heels made clacking noises on the marble steps leading up to the heavy doors, and she used her shoulder to shove them open. Up the stairs and through another set of mahogany doors, and there was Drew, talking to some kid who she honestly didn't know and/or care about. She acted nonchalant, going over to the couch and shrugging her blazer off, dropping her tote bag on top of it, and settling down like a cat, watching Drew and the girl- Amanda?- with narrowed eyes.

[Helmuth]

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When he opened the door, a bell twinkled lightly above him and echoed into the room. It was not very big. Translucent lights flickered ahead, buzzing with draining energy. The sheriff’s was empty. There were two desks: one where a cup of coffee, steaming in small wafting clouds; the other, facing it, had a computer, a single line blinking and utterly deprived of words.
Mars slowly entered, aware for the first time how badly he’d been “underprivileged” of firearms at Coates. However, thinking more of it, since he had been discharged from St. Claire’s into a less brutal institution, he had recovered more of himself than what the monthly shrinks calculated. Mars, the little boy, crying, and shaking violently in front of his father as he beat him, beat Mattie, and then eventually found his way to their mother. His mother, always silent, always does what Jessup Mat McCotty said: the same red hair that Scarlet possessed. She’d left him afterward. What with Mattie dead and his father taken care of, apparently she figured she’d go on and find a new route for her life. That witch. But he was no longer that Jess. He was Mars. He was no longer afraid; and perhaps, in another state of mind, that fact would have alone scared him.
Mars turned in a slow circle, taking in this refuge, this place of work. On the wall, encased with shiny glass, was a case of rifles and pistols. He slowly stalked toward it, glancing at the barred cells in the back. It was where he had stayed for three years of his life, and was the same place he had found his identity.
He knocked out the glass with an elbow, turning his eyes away from the sprinkling shards: opening it seemed stupid, because why open and close it with diligence if he was just going to raid it? No... no. “Raid” was not the correct term. Rather, “stockpile nd utilize.” Yeah. That was right.
He grabbed the 12 gauge shotgun and two pistols. He weighed them in his hand before nodding in acceptance. These could do. He set down the pistols and took the shotgun, examining it. Swiftly, he brought it up, looking down the barrel, imagining. Just imagining. Drew. Boom. Marjorie...? He paused, considering that. Marjorie didn’t bother him too bad; but perhaps if she kept up with her babbling, he could find her a place on the list. Scarlet? Heh. Yeah, right; Scarlet had another thing coming if she thought that when it came down to it, once Drew was out of the picture, he’d just let her slip with a measly “bang.”
But of course, he couldn’t yet take out Drew. His jaw clenched, setting the shotgun in the corner, barrel up. He’d have to find a cloth to put over the barrel, of course, or else dust would gather up. But definitely. He gazed around, his brown eyes sharp and sightful, looking at a nice chair at the sheriff’s desk. He could definitely get used to this.
Back outside, having locked up the department, Mars glanced down the road, raising a defined eyebrow; kids were roaming around aimlessly. Drew would be in Town Hall, as planned. Hmm. It was amusing, if you thought about it: that Drew still needed Mars. And Mars had everything planned, down to the last detail. There was no messing around. He had to act.
He set out in a steady stride, his dark hair fluttering in a gust of wind. Mattie would be avenged; and soon, at that. But for now, he’d have to put his little brother aside. Because war was about to rage.

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location: town hall;; mood: tom cruise;; tagged: quinn & kevin;; power: vibes & two bar.

Her first reaction to his eruption was shock, followed quickly by amusement, fear, and then anger. And then anger became to evident that Hannah-Nora watched in a teeth-bore glare as Kevin retreated into himself, concern a manifest on his face. Pff! He could go off like a girl if he wanted to--
But then it hit her senses, exploded, and then burned her brains. About what he said about a nuclear storm. Nuclear storm? Pardon her, but the last time she had heard that word was when she had watched the CBS TV series Jericho, and if she remembered right, everybody died gruesome deaths, all except the Indian doctor, who was the coolest of them all.
Well. If this was what it was like to die, then she’d face it with bravery. She took a deep breath.
“I don’t wanna be alone!” She wailed. Her face distorted into fear, a very rare emotion to be set on the little Jamaican girl’s face, something she expressly shooed off. “And I not cryin’, mon! I had my tear ducts removed when I was five!” She craned her neck around to stare Quinn in the face, her brow knitted in severe distress. Her knight in shining armor had abandoned her with harsh words, and all she had left was an Irish guy she could barely understand. “Neil!” She begged; if only he would understand her side of the story. “If dis is da last time I talk ta ya, den I want ya to know that all I ever wanted to do in my life was meet a really hot Irish mon and marry him!” She gave him her best, warmest smile. But then quickly rushed on. “Or, uh, maybe da Cana-uh-din, but I also wanded to subject a large group of people and force upon them my ideas of living, even if dey didn’t want it, and I want to rule dem, and perhaps slaughta a few hundred of dos people! And I wanted to see myself live until I’m at least 30... and by the way, that’s a good age to die, because I’ll still have my fabulous grooves to keep guys lookin’ and none of da evil wrinkles ruinin’ my complexion.”
She sighed, sagging against his back. Then she slipped down, landing lightly on her feet. She squinted off into the distance where Kevin had left. “We follow him?” She asked hopefully. “Or find shelter? Warn people?” She glanced at the gun store across from them and then got this look on her face.
And if you know Hannah-Nora, you’d understand what this twitchy-eyed, gnarly teeth-grin meant. She rubbed her hands together, creating friction, and a hysterical laugh caught in the back of her throat. “Heehhee... Let’s go!” And with that, the little Jamaican girl ran off in the direction of what she had always wanted: a gun. Which, must assured, was the last thing she needed with her state of mind. But of course, we all already know that.

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Cassie jerked back, having been snapped out of her reverie by this insane guy. And oh my gosh, how he was babbling. And, perhaps in another life, despite the blood and the madness and the fact that she couldn’t understand a word that he said, she was pretty sure it translated into something like this: Hello, nice to meet you. That line, on repeat, like a disc that was skipping. Horrible thoughts of twinkling music and possessed baby dolls erupted in her mind, putting her in a blank need for a refund of thoughts.
She ignored the fact, though, because in the moment she felt like her brain was being ripped open and then shoved deep into a blender with large, juicy black worms. Ugh. She shivered.
Now she went back in her mental movie reel to process what Jessi had just done. Every reality, every truth she had ever known? Poof. Nothing more; it was simply gone. Jessi had just somehow laid her hands upon this guy and like the hands of God Himself, the guy was healed! That just didn’t happen. Unless you were very devout, of course…
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she said, waving both her head and her hands frantically to stop the guy’s rambling: it was hard enough to understand his English, and now he was going off into a completely different language.
“Shhs for a moment, will ya? In times like these, all I think about is how I dearly want some fudgey brownies and that my dad always said the phrase, ‘There’s more than one way how to roast a reindeer!’”
Then he was gone. Simply jumped out of the van and run away. She found herself sitting in silence. Cassie frowned. That had been easy. Simply the guy had probably offended their Youtuber pride and hit the road. Hmm…
She peeked out the door and jumped, her heart lurching to find him just standing there. “What the barking spiders are you doing, Nazi!? I thought you left! Now I find you’re just stalking our van!” She grasped her throat, feeling it constrict to a narrow tube. Then she let a crooked, shaky smile overcome her features. “So you speak some English… huh. Well, I could suggest you should work on your state of being verbs… But all in all, I’d say your English is fairly decent.” She paused, frowning and feeling flustered. “Okay. So I don’t know German! Sue me. What did I say? No, no; that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I have proof about two things: that church didn’t burn down on accident and I have a video of my dad disappearing. And there’s something that happens to fast to see with the human eye. And I think it might have something to do with why we’re in this giant bubble.”

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mood;; wary, suspicious, a little scared
company;; n/a
whereabouts;;In town
power;; fire manipulation
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Amanda nodded quickly at what he said, ready to be out of there and away from him. The slipper, slimy snake. She didn't want to trust him. She left the room, saying not a word, then went outside to where the remaining people were. "Hey, you! All of you! Listen up, because i'm only going to say this one time, and one time only. Even if you don't like it, you're going to have to room up with us. The townies and the students, both together. Unless you want to die, of course. Because a radiation storm is coming, and if we don't hide, we're all dead. Got it? no? yes? Any questions?" She crossed her arms, waiting for at least one reply from one kid. She didn't like doing as Drew said. She wasn't an authoritative figure. She didn't tell people what to do. But she didn't listen to orders, either. She waited and waited and waited. She started to get bored. Fire bloomed in her hands once more, which probably didn't help this situation. Whatever. Maybe they would listen to her then.

[omg sorry for wb.. .+.]

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✂ ＳＣＡＲＬＥＴ ✂

mood: oh rlly
tagged: drew, amanda
location: town, town hall
affiliation: students
power: water manipulation

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the devil inside; digital daggers

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Why had she come here? What, one measly little thing that she couldn't control happened and she immediately ran to Drew, hoping for protection? She was disappointed in herself. Thoughts like that stormed just behind a placid surface as she watched the Coates kid and Drew- mostly Drew. Drew was a constantly interesting being. The nervous habits- pacing and chewing his thumbnail- coupled with his complete control freak persona didn't really make sense, but, hey, she wasn't complaining. Two years of pretending to be his devoted sidekick had paid off, and she knew almost everything about him. Almost.

xxxShe pursed her lips and leaned back on the sofa as she listened to Drew without making it clear that she was, you know, actually listening. She pushed her hand through her hair, brushing out imaginary knots, and started braiding it. It was discerning to watch her. She had repeated the action so many times she didn't even need to look at her hair. Instead, she focused on Drew and on his words, a slight smirk playing on her lips. She tied the bottom of her hair off and her smirk grew into a smile. Drew couldn't act like he wasn't shaken. He could act like a leader, charismatic, whatever. He couldn't act like he wasn't stressed. That amused her, almost endlessly. The amusement ended, however, when Amanda left the room. Now, she had to face the music. Ew. Sure, she didn't tell Drew that she was, you know, harboring powers without him knowing or whatever, but that was her business and no one else's. Drew had no right to know her abilities. He might have thought he had, but he didn't. The... whatever bad word she could think of wasn't enough to sum him up... needed complete control over all things. She refused to be controlled. Maybe on the outside, but what was on the inside was hers, and she was so angry that he now knew.

She didn't move when he sat down beside her, close enough to make her skin crawl, and kept her completely blank expression looking... blank. She turned her eyes to meet his when he started talking, and carefully weighed up her answer. Well, she would have carefully weighed up her answer; her mouth had a different idea altogether. "Do we?" She silently cursed herself, and hid her anxiety by leaning back towards the arm of the couch, resting her elbows on the back. That way, she looked completely honest and open. Psychological warfare. The redhead really did resemble a feline as she settled down again, giving him a patronizing look. She really was sick of him; sick of all of them. But, unfortunately, Drew was her key to survival, and without him she was sure there were people who'd gladly see her dead. Cheerful thought.