ｊｕｓｔ ａ ＦＡＹＺ - a gone-based roleplay

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║tags: mars, cassie, vlad.
║location: in town.
║crush: formerly jessica.
║power: touch of death.
║bars: four.
║affiliation: townie leader.
║ooc: nada.
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“Ꮤｏｕｌｄｎ’ｔ ｉｔ ｂｅ ｎｉｃｅ ｔｏ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ ｍｉｎｄ,
ｏｎｅ ｔｈａｔ ｃａｎ ｇｅｔ ｒｉｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆｅａｒ ｙｏｕ ｆｅｅｌ?”

Tension and anxiety rolled off of my brother in waves, the tension from him was palpable and the dull electric humming was growing in sound ever so slightly. But just as quickly it was fading away. I had to force myself not to glance at him, to keep my eyes on Mars at all times, but in the corner of my eye I could see his hand was resting in the hilt of his sword. Of course. He’d been using the metallic blade to disperse all his pent up electricity lately, I’d nearly forgotten about it. I was quick to tear my thoughts away from my older twin though as a smile curled onto Marsden’s face. A smile was not something I expected to see on the psychopath’s face, and the grin could only mean that what he was here for would likely be beneficial to him. I’m always in luck. I didn’t like the way he examined me and my eyes narrowed further, my scowl deepening. “So it would seem.” My own voice was dry and my eyes shifted to take in the coin he flipped between his fingers. My own fingers twitched in my pockets, but I stilled them by curling them into fists. “Obviously, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” His smile was gone now and his wrists were held out to me and I met his gaze with my own stony expression. Would it make you feel better? “Why would it?” I said steadily. “We both know I could kill you easier than you’d like to admit.” Already the bloodied gloves had been carefully peeled from my hands, though they were still carefully hidden within my pockets. Whether Mars had noticed the slightly wiggling in my pockets or not was of little concern to me.

A motion behind though caught my attention. Internally I began cursing Cassie as the door of the van swung open and I watched her take off. I kept my expression neutral though, but a sea of black emotions churned within me. There was nothing I could about it now; if the girl was determined to find Karsten I wouldn’t stop her. If she ended up hurt or worse though, it was her own fault. You were probably the worst of us to get into that sort of detention. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Just as quickly as they had left my eyes landed back on Mars. The question whirled inside of me but I stubbornly refused to ask, and even look curious about it. Soon his hands were buried in his pockets and he was continuing. So he wanted a private conversation. I could deal with that. I nodded once at him before turning to Vlad. “Get these misfits out of here.” Wide eyes identical to my own yet filled with so much more life met my own and he nodded, hastily backing away and retreating to the girls he had previously been with. I watched him go quietly. Did Mars really scare my brother that much? Or was it just because there were too many people for him to deal with? Whatever it was, it wasn’t important. He would be fine on his own for now, albeit a bit beaten and bloodied. “Alright, come with me,” I growled turning back to Mars.

I started forwards, stepping around the taller boy, careful to avoid bumping his shoulder and struck off towards the nearest building. My blood-stained back was to Mars, but frankly I didn’t care. Mars was sinister but he wasn’t dense enough to try and outright attack me, because doing so would only end with his death and he knew that as well as I. Anybody else would have been careful, but quite frankly I didn’t give a damn anymore. So I kept onwards, heavy boots thudding dully against the damp ground, up wooden steps and through the threshold of the house. The door was long since gone and the building looked like it had been through a war zone, like so many other buildings in the town, and it was vacant. Immediately inside the house though was a set of stairs and I spun on my heel, settling myself on the forth step, left foot on the third with my arm resting on my knee. “Alright Mars. What do you want?”

[glazend.]

llnɟ ǝsnoɥ ɐ puɐ ƃop sıɥ ʇsnɾ sɐʍ ʇI ˙ǝuoƃ ˙ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ -
ǝɥʇ pǝɥɔɹɐǝs puɐ 'ƃuıuunɹ sǝʇnuıɯ ㄣᔭ ɯıɥ ʞooʇ ʇı ǝɔuıs
¿ʇuɐʇsıssɐ ɹǝH ˙ʎllɐɹǝʇı˥ ˙pǝɹɐǝddɐsıp ǝɥs 'sǝʎǝ sıɥ

ＫＡＲＳＴＥＮ ＬＥＷＥＮＨＡＲＴ

age seventeen
tagged Draken
affiliation townie
where in center of town
crush Cassie
r. status single, crushing
religion Jewish
friends Cassie
power psionic blast; high three bar
ooc? I'm BAAAAAACK! With Karsten!

[draken EnglishDraken GermanKarsten EnglishKarsten German

Ｉ ＬＯＶＥ ＹＯＵ,
ＤＥＡＬ ＷＩＴＨ ＩＴ.

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I groaned. Feeling soon came into my back, but it was in the form of irony as I felt little pins sticking into my back, it slowly growing from the lower part of my back to the top of my neck. I stretched the upper part of my body upwards as I breathed heavily. I looked up at the sky. I saw a familiar face. Didn't I see this girl earlier today? Stone blue eyes. Tangled, messy blonde hair. I had to have been hallucinating. I tasted blood. My arm brushed against my mouth as I pulled it to my head. My mouth was bleeding. I searched for any lost teeth, slowly, almost painfully. No lost ones. Just my lip had been cut, and it hurt. There's nothing worse than having a wound so close to your tongue, and having the natural habit of licking your lips. Draken's arm was shoved away from my face by the girl. Cassie! A sickly feeling built in my gut. No, I wasn't going to. I didn't want to. I couldn't. I covered my mouth and pulled myself up, onto my hands and knees. I fell sick. The sour, disgusting matter spilled out of my throat and onto the ground.

I soon was too weak to hold myself up. After I finished, I fell over, but was soon yanked a few inches from the puddle from Draken. He watched out for me. He always did. I've always had the occasional mental problems. I may or may not have always been way too obsessive over caring for others. I was out of breath, so I coughed, which made it worse. I was a genius. Short of breathe, of course you cough, to make it worse. I gagged. I looked pitiful. I was humiliated. My mouth was bleeding, and it was now, foul. I didn't want her to see me like this. If anyone was strong, she was. Her best friend, died. And I killed her. And she won't know it. Ever. I will never, ever tell her. Or anybody. Because I didn't kill her. Marsden did. Marsden killed her. Murdered her. I wasn't going to let her suffer. I was going to put her out of her misery. Suffering wouldv'e killed her slowly. So, so slowly. No person in their right mind would murder someone. Nobody. Mars was mental. And he was respected by mental people.

And now I was here, not feeling so hot. Well, actually, I was literally feeling hot. Like, really hot. I was sweating. Draken was too. And he was staring at Cassie. I was barely angry. But he just kept staring at her. "Draken, stoppen." He cleared his throat, looking back at me. He didn't know what was going on. He held out his hand, and I took it. I lifted myself up, he wasn't really helping. I stumbled back, suddenly feeling dizzy. I wiped my mouth that was really bloody already on my shirt. It was dark. Nobody would suspect any blood on my shirt. Not really on a dark red one either. I had to lean against Draken. The van seemed like it was miles away. In reality, it was onto feet. But I didn't know it. The color was drained from my face. "Diese Cassie, oder? Sie ist klein, verdammt. Sie haben Ihre Familie gescheitert." He wasn't kidding, on the most part. But about family, he was only acting like he usually did. Like a soldier. What my parents expected of me. I was failure, really. No Lewenhart would vomit the small amount of food that was left on hand in front of another kin. It wasn't right. It wasn't humane.

I eventually gathered myself within a few minutes. Color flushed back into my skin. Now it was red. I was a hot mess. "Hello, Blaue Augen." I didn't want to think about what had just happened. I wanted to die. But that can't happen. Because I'm needed. Because I want to find out who created the dome and trapped us in here and I want to kill him. The guy with the hair and the flashlight and the eyes in the video that looked like Mars but I had a feeling it wasn't. I seemed to have zoned out, because I felt something tug at my shaggy, overgrown hair on the back of my head. "Erde an Karsten. Bist du da?" The sudden flash to the present sent an utterly terrifying response from myself. I shoved myself away from him, and knocked him in the head with my palm. It was petty, but I didn't know I would ever do that. Well, again. After what I'd just done. I had enough energy to play it as a 'dude, step away from my head, idiot' kind of thing. "Yes, yes, I'm fine." Draken forced a smile, to keep it going. I had a look of terror in my eyes. I could feel it. It all happened really fast, this series of events. Just nine minutes. That's all.

Finally, I really did look at Cassie. She was afraid. What did I do? Was all I could think of. What did I do? I murdered her friend. She runs up terrified, and stops a fight. I vomit on the ground. I recovered. I shove my brother away and laugh it off. We were probably looking psycho at the moment. I breathed out, "Ah my gosh.." And I came closer to her. I was within arms length of her now. I just wanted to envelope her in a hug. To make the world vanish for a moment. I popped my shoulder. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know if I should reach out, try to console her, or to stop doing anything all together. I only heard my breaths now. My breaths and the sight of her eyes. They were dull. But she was alive, and that's all that I needed. For Cassie to be alive.

[ryan!]

Lila Paine •

Self-preserved • Quiet
Name> Lila Crooks Paine
Gender> Female
Power> Creating lightning, shooting lightning from palm.
Group> Townies
Tag> Vlad, and others.

Vladimir Darko had she heard that name before? Wasn't his name Adam? A small twitch at her lips betrayed her thought of replying. She watched as his careful hand reached easily up to the sword on his back, her hands starting to shake as she gripped the hem of her shirt. More buzzing she thought again. His head cocked, a short smile made her lips move in a "too cool for school" way. Her eyes softened as he spoke more, his ringing tone let out into the air in a nice way that she liked in a person. Doubt had covered his gaze, but Lila didn't feel intimidated anymore, he just needed his question answered, or else...the sword. She smiled inside at her dramatic flare. When he spoke again, she knew he meant it. He seemed anxious and ready, eyes once in a while glancing up from thick black hair. When he held out his hand he started again, his voice smooth and cool. She knew she would shake his hand, and right when she was reaching out her own, a loud wailing noise came from one of the two girls he had left.

His smirk was what enticed her to follow, but she was still in for a rude-awakening. Lila followed up behind him as and caught the end of the last sentence. The two girls seemed like an interesting pair, and the girl that had been babbling about all that crazy stuff..she seemed crazy herself. But Lila decided she wouldn't judge until she learned the girl's name and if she was on some sort of drug or something.

Okay... now she was talking about his stomach. And then... this topic. She smiled at this girl and still, wondered what her name was. Not really making any eye contact with the other girl. "Yup." Lila said, but didn't really think anyone would hear. It was funny how the girl was so determined to know the answer to this... how-should-she-put-it question. Then this brought Lila to wonder how old the girl was, she obviously had not had "The talk" yet. Smiling inside at her stupid joke, Lila watched the girl with a curious gaze. And then, the dog. Oh, the poor dog.
And then the scream. Oh GOD the scream! At this, Lila doubled over with her hands on her ears for a few moments, the ringing fading away a bit quickly. The small prickles of glass falling all over them made her want to scream as well, but she forced it down. As she looked up again, the snake. This girl was everywhere! Now deciding that crazy was a good word for the new girl, she watched in a bit of horror, you could say as the thing's maw ripped open...so wide it was like a cave entrance, clamped down on her sad little face.
Curses. She smiled inside with a bit of amusement, but at the same time, a bit sad for the poor girl. And when she turned towards Lila, she thought she was going in for the kill, that wild and scary look in her eye. But she wasn't looking at Lila. {Whew!} It was Vladimir. And then, the girl ran.

All Lila could get out, was "What's her name?"

[ryan!]

Ethan Scott ∆

Out-going • Happy
Name> Ethan Scott
Gender> Male
Power> Animal Shapeshifting-2 bars
Group> Students
Tag> Ana - House

Oh god, now she was crying? Even though he was trying to confuse her, he was doing it pretty poorly. She was crying. "I.." he frowned inside at his own words, no. He should say word. He needed her to understand... and now crying hard. He sighed and dropped his own knife with a clatter to the floor. "It's..fine. You are fine, I am sorry." He tried to reach over and pat her on the back, his smile turning to a one of pity. But deciding it would be too much, he didn't and stepped back as she started to speak, her voice was soft like honey and dripping with sad. When she picked up her own weapon, he did so to. No challenging look on his face, not even a smile.

"I am sorry I scared you...I am not going to give away my position in the sides, but I will tell you... I was just saying that so you wouldn't kill me first. I am in no way going to kill you or touch you with this knife." He said, his tone serious. Why would he? He had always been reluctant to touch anything with a knife, well, anything living anyway. He gave her a crooked smile. "Once again, I am sorry." He didn't know what to say now, and stayed quiet. His hand flicking out again, to touch her gently on the shoulder. It was meant in a soft gesture of peace, that he would really never hurt anyone with the crusty knife. Truth burned in the green emeralds that where his eyes. His enticing crooked smile and relaxed muscles showed how calm he was about this whole situation. No. He would not hurt a soul with the knife. Never.

[Helmuth]

ＴＨＥ ＩＮＳＴＩＴＵＴＩＯＮＡＬＩＺＥＤ

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✗ ＭＡＲＳ ＭＣＣＯＴＴＹ ✗

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name: jess marsden mccotty.
age: 17 years old.
feeling: dealing with enough.
tagged: vlad, hannah, erin.
location: coates, cabin.
occupation: student/henchman.
power: none.
ooc: xxx.

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Mars cast one last look at the receding group, noting the silent, skittish gazes in his direction, before turning and following Adam. He was here, finally. The plan to come, to ensure that he was fully against Drew, had been burning in him for a long time. But he had needed to wait: wait until Adam was at his most vulnerable point, so the understand and need to get back at Drew was at its apex. The walk wasn't long, and as they strode to the building, he noted how damaged the whole town was: the flooding swirled around his boots and he lifted one, frowning before walking on; children, whom just a few months ago wandered whining about how the ice cream was gone, looked ragged, with their clothes bleak and her faces war worn. He even caught sight of a boy in an arm sling.

He clucked his tongue sadly, dark wisps of hair brushing his jaw. "My boys did some damage." He raised an eyebrow, impressed as he surveyed the area. Then he followed Adam inside, preparing himself to take another skip up the step before Adam whirled. He stopped, took a step down, and sighed. So it was going to be some girly argument about why he was here, probably turning to tears on Adam's behalf, and then... what? Adam expected him to apologize or something for everything that had transpired? He grinned.

"Listen, Darko. I didn't come here to make things worse... Which, as it seems, looks like what you want to do... considering how angry you at the moment. Which I would really suggest talking to your local shrink about. But that's not my intention at the moment." His eyes gleamed in the dim light as he leaned forward, his face insisting on his words. "I came here, you sad little being, because we both have the same mortal enemy. An enemy that keeps whipping you good. Now, why do I have the audacity to come to you, in the midst of your..." Mars blinked. "Death-inflicting hands? Well. Good question. The answer? I trust that it’s not in the statistics that we’re both stupid enough to be blinded by the belief that we're enemies. The true enemy? Since I don't want to get too wordy, I'll sum it up for you." He swayed, revealing upturned palms. Empty. "I'm not the bad guy here. Drew Henderson?" He laughed and wiped his mouth, feeling a dark seed of hatred begin to finally burn within his chest. "He's the bad guy. He's the murderer. The liar. And he has a plan."

He then went on to tell Adam of Drew's so-called, whipped up plan. It wasn't much of an actual plan, but rather a documentary Drew had shared to him one night out of drunkenness, of how he would enslave the entire human race. Pff. Drew, with his brainy ideas. Drew planned to take down the dome. Using a child. "But he's not just a child, Darko." Mars shook his head, slightly, as if lost in thought. Then his eyes cleared up, returning to the hard, sharp pits of cleverness that they were. "He can do things. Things you couldn't even surpass with your pixie dust hands. But there's something else I came to talk about. Jessica."
He watched, waiting for a flicker of hope to flame in Adam's features. When it did, he felt mouth twitch into a smile. It was the exact reaction he was hoping for. "I didn’t do it. The German boy did. Karsten, I think his name is. But Drew did send me to watch her, figure out what she knew of the dome.” He laughed. “I was actually surprised. She’s not exactly the lass you knew.” Of course, Adam probably didn’t know anything about the missions. But maybe he knew something of her real standing in the dome. “Adam. She’s a healer, right?”

He decided to let that sink in. He frowned, looking around before sitting down on one of the steps. “I think I'll rest for a little while and let you figure that one out for yourself. Being the leader of a post-apocalyptic gang of outlaws has been exhausting.”

ＴＨＥ ＹＯＵＴＵＢＥＲ

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⊰ ＰＲＥＳＴＯＮ ⊱

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name: cassidy "cassie" preston.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: ...
tagged: jared, adam, kotka.
location: her house, van.
occupation: youtuber.
power: none.
ooc: xxx.

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ＷＡＮＴ ＭＥ ＴＯ ＢＥ ▬▬▬▬▬

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Cassie blinked. At first, she didn't think what she saw was real. Karsten looked like a wreck. She slowly regarded the other boy, whom she assumed was Kracken or whatever. She sputtered the first thing that came to mind. "You look worse than that mule stew my mom made once..." She stood back for a moment, staring at him. Then the dawning realization of why she came here passed through her mind. She swallowed. “Karsten. I… I…”

But why was she here? Really? When it came down to it… did she really believe that he could somehow take all of this from her shoulders? She felt her body want to sink to the ground, very slowly, next to the puddle of vomit. So she blankly walked to him and buried her face in his shirt. When she closed her eyes… yes. Yes. This is why she really came here. Feeling tears burn her eyes, she swallowed hard and whispered, “I lost my friend today. Jessi. She’s gone.”

She leaned back, to look at him, to find any sort of sympathy. It wasn't what she wanted. But if it was through sympathy, then she wanted reassurance that the future would take care of itself. She just wanted to close her eyes and go to sleep. Sleep sounded sweet. But there was also the ragged voice in her head, telling her to not go gentle into that good night. She was about to pull away, to unlatch herself from Karsten -- because how impulsive could she really be? -- when she caught a glimpse of fear on his face. She froze. Then it clicked. Everything. The world around her stopped spinning. "You knew."




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ℑhe ℋelpless
❝ Not going down with out a fight ❞
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The Hawaiian who despises the sun. The Hawaiian who was born in Hawaii but heart lies icier than Alaska. Definitely not your stereotypical Hawaiian teenager, known as Samuel to most he prefers Sam and for those rare few: Sammy. Spending most of his time inside playing Online Shooters it's quite a sore sight to find him outside, not to mention the odds in a joyful state. Snarky and distant describe his character well, though these traits are not mainly his own. Born with a deformed leg his childhood wasn't as welcoming as others might be. Always under constant monitor by an overprotective mother, stuck in doctors' offices and therapy sessions he wasn't exactly the most chipper of souls and with his embroidered limp Sam has always been seen as an outcast to most and a soloist icon. Parents, son, and a distant cousin practically cast from the Pacific Islands with grandparents and neighbors all but screaming "Cursed Ones" at their backs migrated to the semi-rural parts of Florida after a rather cataclysmic argument with their relatives.
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Aloha
❝ Welcome to my Sanctum ❞
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Name ✎ Sam T. Gwen
Nickname ✎ Sammy
Age ✎ Fifteen
Gender ✎ Male
Birthplace ✎ Hawaii
Birth date ✎ November seventeenth
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Aloha
❝ Now get out ❞
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Ꮤhat was ℑhat?
❝ Did you just call me Asian? ❞
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Skin tone ✎ Pale
Hair color ✎ Onyx black
Eye color ✎ Dark brown
Height ✎ 5'2
Weight ✎ Ninety-eight pounds
Nationality ✎ Hawaiian
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Ɗude
❝ I'm Hawaiian ❞
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φkay
❝ Wanna know more about me? ❞
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Main trait ✎ Independent
Pos. traits ✎ Lighthearted, sincere, loyal
Neg. traits ✎ Isolated, mistrusting, easily annoyed
Crush ✎ Nope
Partner ✎ None
Alliances ✎ The Townies
Enemies ✎ Neutral
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[glazend.]

llnɟ ǝsnoɥ ɐ puɐ ƃop sıɥ ʇsnɾ sɐʍ ʇI ˙ǝuoƃ ˙ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ -
ǝɥʇ pǝɥɔɹɐǝs puɐ 'ƃuıuunɹ sǝʇnuıɯ ㄣᔭ ɯıɥ ʞooʇ ʇı ǝɔuıs
¿ʇuɐʇsıssɐ ɹǝH ˙ʎllɐɹǝʇı˥ ˙pǝɹɐǝddɐsıp ǝɥs 'sǝʎǝ sıɥ

ＫＡＲＳＴＥＮ ＬＥＷＥＮＨＡＲＴ

age seventeen
tagged Draken, soul mate
affiliation townie
where in center of town
crush Cassie
r. status single, crushing
religion Jewish
friends Cassie[?]
enemies xx
power psionic blast; high three bar
ooc? xx

[draken EnglishDraken GermanKarsten EnglishKarsten German

Ｉ ＬＯＶＥ ＹＯＵ,
ＤＥＡＬ ＷＩＴＨ ＩＴ.

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My body shuddered when she spoke. It wasn't even cold out, if anything, it was incredibly hot. My face was beaded with sweat, and I endlessly wiped my head with my arm. I did looked terrible, i would guess. My face was flushed, I felt it. But it was red as well. With humiliation. With the stress of Cassie being here. In front if me. Speaking to me. I wanted to reach out and hug her. But when she buried her face into my chest, I stiffened up. Maybe I didn't want that. Maybe.. maybe I did. I don't know. I wanted her to say something, anything. But I wanted complete silence. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. But my arms hesitated; they refused to move. It took a tremendous amount of will power to move my arms to her back, right behind her shoulders. I finally relaxed. I rested my head on hers. I don't know why. Maybe this was what I wanted. But, she said that name. She finally said it. She whispered it. Her voice cracked.

“I lost my friend today. Jessi. She’s gone.” She looked up at me with reddened, bloodshot eyes. My mouth quivered, though I didn't know why. I wasn't going to cry. I wasn't going to react. I didn't want to react. But I had to cover something up. I had to say something. My grasp tightened, but I didn't want it to. I heard Draken say something. But it wasn't really a something, it was a snort slash groan slash animalistic sound. I was staring into Cassie's eyes. I zoned out. My eyes went glassy. My vision was unfocused. I heard a gun clik behind me. But Draken didn't fire the gun. He was ready for anything to come at us. Or, for me to make a sudden move. I heard a thump in the van. Draken was patting out any broken glass in the seat. My leg muscles were spasming with pain.

Draken came into sight next to us. My vision began to focus back on Cassie. She knew it. She knew I did it. "You knew." My eyebrows rested into a detached frown. I shook my head. "No." She began to pull away, but I slid my hands to her lower arms. "Cassie, no. Nein. Nein!" My eyes burned with agitation. How could she know? No. I had to play it my way. This was a game. I had to play. I had to cheat. "I didn't know." Draken came to my defense, gently, but sternly, taking my shoulder and tugging me back, away from Cassie. I let her arm go. I stumbled off. "Uhh.. Cassie? Right?" Draken said in a straight tone. He needed no response, because he kept talking. "How DARE you accuse my brother of such a thing? Why? Why would you do that? It's not right. He didn't do a thing. All we've been doing these past days is fighting for our life and protecting ourselves. And you'd accuse Karsten, which means you're accusing me too, of murdering another fellow in the town? Not to mention a WOMAN?" I had to stop him from coming closer to Cassie. He had an animalistic fear in his voice, though. I was afraid she'd find out. But if so.. I didn't want to think such things.

[grim.]

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║【ΛＤＡＭ ÐＡＲＫＯ】
║tags: mars, jessi.
║location: in town, jessi's grave.
║crush: jessica.
║power: touch of death.
║bars: four.
║affiliation: townie leader.
║ooc: ....
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“Ꮤｏｕｌｄｎ’ｔ ｉｔ ｂｅ ｎｉｃｅ ｔｏ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ ｍｉｎｄ,
ｏｎｅ ｔｈａｔ ｃａｎ ｇｅｔ ｒｉｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆｅａｒ ｙｏｕ ｆｅｅｌ?”

“Your boys attacked a group of children,” I spat over my shoulder. “Of course they did damage.” Just how could a person be so proud for killing children? I was twisted in my own right, but I would never go so far as to murdering innocent children in cold blood. But in a way, wasn’t I killing them? It was my own adamant refusal to give Drew what he wanted that was causing this. All these kids just happened to be caught in the crossfire of something much bigger than any of them understood. Something I wasn’t even sure I fully understood though my attention was pulled away from dark thoughts as Mars began to speak again. Make things worse? I narrowed my eyes; there wasn’t really anything that could be made worse. We were out of food, homes were now full of water, we had no medic, and we had a rising body count. At this point what was there really left to destroy? His jab at my anger had me boiling though. I kept it contained, hidden under a carefully constructed mask of indifference, but it was there, lurking. Of course I was pissed, but more than anything I was tired. For a few brief seconds I was tempted to reach over to the boy sitting a couple steps down from me, to plant the seed of death within him and send him scurrying back to Coates unknowingly carrying it, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Marsden was sick and twisted, and though I was as well I wasn’t about to sink down to his level. But as it were the pros were starting to outweigh the cons. Yes I would probably have nightmares and feel burning guilt for it, but it would eliminate all of the problems. The ongoing war and would likely shut down whatever little operation Drew had going on behind closed curtains. My hand was beginning to slip out of my pocket, but Mars had information. Drew had a plan?

That caught my attention and my hand paused where it was, and though my expression was nonchalant I took in the knowledge eagerly. I didn’t trust it though, every fibre in my body told me not to trust Mars McCotty, and I didn’t. If he was coming to me to reveal the plans his leader had I didn’t doubt that there was something he wanted from me in return. But when he mentioned a child all of the puzzle pieces started falling into places. Of course, Mars had a brother that I had never seen or even heard of since the beginning of the FAYZ. A little brother that Drew was no doubt using a leverage to keep Mars in line, an invaluable pawn in his strategic game of chess that I still couldn’t comprehend. What exactly did Drew intend to do with an autistic child though? Surely he couldn’t ever hope to take over the dome with that, could he? But what grounds did I have to trust Mars on either? For all I knew everything he was telling me now was an elaborate web of lies.

But the conversation was shifting again. A conversation that struck a deeper cord with me and I couldn’t help but cringe at the mention of the Russian girl’s name. Though I tried I couldn’t keep the flicker of hope from sparking in my eyes, but it died faster than it came to life as I realized it was the precise reaction Mars was hoping to glean from me and I scowled, looking away. Karsten had killed her? I had to bite back a bark of laughter. I sincerely doubted the German boy had the gall to kill anybody, never mind challenge a military trained girl. “Somehow I doubt he did it by himself Mars,” I said dryly. Then mentions of spying and digging for information and I found myself shrugging. “I had my suspicions,” I said simply. She’s a healer right? What in the hell did that have to do with anything? Of course she was a healer, everyone knew that. He was looking at me as though there was something I was supposed to understand here, but I didn’t get it. The information didn’t register. “Stay and rest or don’t, but if you’re still in town in the morning don’t expect me to be quite so hospitable,” I said, straightening myself up and clomping down the few steps and out the door, leaving Mars to his own thoughts.

Once outside I paused for several moments, deliberating. What was I supposed to do? If what Mars had told me was true and that Karsten had, in fact, killed Jessica then Cassie was in danger. The stupid girl had taken off after the German boy even after I had told her to stay put. He was a murderer, and she had gone after him by herself. Cassidy didn’t even have powers, so Karsten already had the upper hand and he no doubt had that twin of his with him as well which meant that she was also outnumbered. Another part of me argued that though, argued that Karsten was obviously head-over-heels in love with Cassie and wouldn’t ever harm her. And then, in the far back of my mind was that persistent little voice, begging me to go check on Jessi. She’s dead. I buried her myself, she had no pulse and was obviously already dead for days. I argued back. But still. There was a chance, and a chance I couldn’t allow myself to ignore. Even though the information had come from the most unreliable of sources, it wasn’t something I could easily ignore. Or maybe I could have, had it been anybody other than the Russian who had somehow become my rock over the course of the last month and a half. I hadn’t ever realized it before, or perhaps I had just never allowed myself to realize it. Something that, looking back on, I’m sure has been painfully evident to everyone who had ever seen us in the same room together. Little things, such as how I managed to relax around the girl, how my eyes softened when I looked at her, and how she was the only person who could manage to coax a real smile onto my face. Was I in love with her?

I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t. In the past few days since I had found her body I had started to decay even further than I already was. New nightmares had plagued my sleep and since the day I had buried her I hadn’t slept, I hadn’t even eaten. Hunger no longer gnawed at my insides anymore though, and only a sick feeling had taken place in the pit of my stomach. My eyes had been even more dead that usual, and I had broken every mirror in my house to avoid seeing those hollow eyes staring back at me. The small flickers of positive emotion she had managed to help me realize had withered away as well, replaced by nothing at all, not even a negative emotion had taken flight in their stead. I truly was broken, and even though I tried my hardest to hide it from everyone else I knew they could it see it as plain as day. But now, a small spark was flaring within me, my dull gaze had taken on a new determined glint. All of this at the suggestive words of a psychopath, a man I knew I could never trust, yet I couldn’t help myself from letting those words bury their way into my thoughts, and tempt me into feeling something I hadn’t felt in a long time; hope.

Spinning on my heel I left the house and Mars inside it, behind me. I had no particular destination, only a simple quest. Find a car. In the past little while I had become an expert at hotwiring vehicles, although with the one I found I didn’t need to as the keys were still dangling in the ignition, left behind by the owner that had vanished alongside everyone else over eighteen. It’s funny in a way, I thought as the vehicle rumble to life, that I would easily take the life of any living thing I touched, but I could bring a vehicle to life by simply joining two wires together or simply twisting a key. Perhaps I was being selfish, foolish even to allow myself to be goaded into these actions, but I couldn’t stop myself. It was a possibility I had never considered, and in a way I figured going back would give me some kind of closure. But, hadn’t burying her been all the closure I needed? Evidently not. So, with my jaw set I pushed the thoughts aside and slammed the car into gear, leaving town behind me.

It didn’t take me long to reach Cassidy’s house and when I did I brought the small battered car to a stop, twisting the keys and letting the engine die. I could see it from here, her grave. It looked the same as I had left it three days ago. The shovel was still shoved into the ground as a crude grave marker and area was undisturbed. But still, I opened the door and stepped outside, closing it behind me quietly. My first step was unsure, uneven and the rest that followed were much the same as I tentatively approached the small mound of dirt. As I walked towards it I found myself regretting that I hadn’t given her a proper burial, regretting that I had only wrapped her in a white sheet and put her in a shallow grave that hadn’t even been five feet deep. I could’ve found a coffin, and dug a deeper grave. But I hadn’t, instead she was the victim of the worst, but seemingly only, undertaker in the FAYZ. My bare and bloodstained fingers had reached to my neck, playing with the slug that now hung alongside my own pentagram. It had been a small thing to take, but there wasn’t a day I hadn’t seen Jessi wearing it and it reminded me of her. Something wasn’t right though, I had finally reached the grave and things weren’t as I had left them. No, the ground had been ripped apart and instead of there being flat ground in front of me I was staring into an empty hole. My breath caught in my throat and I stared at it, fingers freezing around the pendant by my collarbones. I stared like that for several minutes before finally realizing that there was a small trail of dirt leading away from the grave, heading off in the direction of a house not far from Cassie’s. She’s going home. I forced myself into motion, at first taking slow unsure steps that slowly lengthened into long strides as I sprinted in the direction the boot prints lead. I was aware of the wound on back splitting open again and blood beginning to trickle down my spine and seep into my jacket but I didn’t care, the only thing on my mind now was that Jessi was alive. The second I broke through the treeline though I froze like a deer caught in headlights. There she was, walking across the yard, bloodied and battered by very much alive. “Jessi,” I breathed, my heart nearly stopping in my chest. Was this real, or was I just imagining it. I had to be sure, so hesitantly I took a step towards to gorgeous Russian girl that had become my rock.

[rukavis]

[[I finished it a bit earlier than planned xD but here they are~]]

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Jakobe (juh-koh-bee) stands a bit above the average height at 5'6'' and well under the average weight at 108. Being only fourteen years old means he's much smaller than most people, but he is surprisingly lanky for his age. Jakobe has short, black hair and bright blue eyes. He has a circular-shaped face and average-sized lips. His skin is pretty pale. Jakobe likes to wear plaid shirts with darkly colored jeans. He wears converse. If it's cold, he'll put on a light jacket. He also wears black glasses.
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Jakobe is good-humored. If given all the time in the world, he would spend it joking and laughing with his friends. Jakobe is also a creative procrastinator. He always waits until the very last second to do something. In conversations, he can almost always come up with a witty comeback. Or, if he's in a sticky situation, he could be creative enough to make a solution very much outside the box. Jakobe's a bit self-important sometimes. He'll often put his needs before others, but at least he's not truly narcissistic and only thinks of himself. Jakobe is a spontaneous guy. As stated before, he's very witty and he thinks really quickly. However, Jakobe is very forgetful. He can barely ever remember someone's name, and he'll often forget something he was told to do. He's also a judgemental person. He doesn't talk to people he doesn't know unless there's a dire need for him to do so, as he often decides on their personalities before he ever talks to them. Last but not least, Jakobe is talkative. As in the first sentence, Jakobe could sit around and talk with his friends all day if given the opportunity.
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Jakobe was born on the third of May and is 14 years old. His three favorite things are jokes, technology, and mountain dew. His three least favorite things are scarves, marshmallows, and McDonald's. Jakobe's biggest fear is of spiders. Jakobe is a dog person. His favorite color is blue, his favorite season is fall, and his favorite animal is an owl. His faceclaim is Asa Butterfield.
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Jakobe has an ability that he likes to call floral manipulation. He's able to control flowers, but not any other type of plant. He can generate flowers out of thin air, make them grow in any certain spot (as long as a flower would actually be able to grow there), speed up their growing process, change their color, and kill them very quickly.

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Emma stands above the average height at 5'6'' and slightly over the average weight at 137. She's taller than most people her age, but she's also slightly overweight. Emma has short brown hair and green eyes. She has a heart-shaped face and slightly thin lips. Her skin is tan. Emma likes to wear brightly colored shirts with suit skirts or jeans. She wears vans for shoes. If it's cold, she'll put on a decorative jacket.
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Emma is intelligent. She did very well in school and took all the "smart kid" classes. It should also be noted that she got straight A's in those classes. Therefore, Emma did not lack in the brains department. Emma is also narcissistic and has common sense. She rarely ever thinks about how another person feels and hardly ever feels sorry for something she's done. However, not only is she textbook smart, Emma is street smart. She can handle herself on her own. She's an egotistic person, too. Her ego is bigger than she is. Emma has a great memory. She is able to remember names and faces very well. She can remember lots of things for a long time. Some people argue that she has an eidetic memory, but Emma denies it. However, Emma is extremely flippant. She has no respect for anyone around her. Her respect has to be earned, but there are no set ways as to how you can go about doing that. She doesn't like to listen to her elders and authority, and she rarely ever takes orders from people. She'd rather be the one giving them. She's also a rude person who can't help but offend almost everyone she meets. Last but not least, Emma is a wordsmith. While she may not be liked, she has a way of twisting her words that can almost make people bend to her will. Her ability isn't mind persuasion, of course, but she does have a talent of persuasion.
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Emma was born on the twenty-ninth of October and is 17 years old. Her three favorite things are hamsters, birthdays, and clothes. Her three least favorite things are the color black, vegetables, and drugs. Emma's biggest fear is of heights. Emma is a hamster person rather than a cat or dog person. Her favorite color is pink, her favorite season is spring, and her favorite animal is the hamster. Her faceclaim is Georgie Henley.
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Emma's power is of extreme empathy. While she her personality refuses to let her empathize with other human beings, her ability forces her to empathize with everyone. She can feel the emotions that people around her feel as her own. This helps her know when they're lying and how they truly feel about her. However, she can't turn this on and off, so the only thing she can try to do about it is ignore it. It gets confusing sometimes, trying to figure out whether she really feels a certain way or if it's another person's feelings.

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Anastasie

Ana tried to suck up the tears, and tried to swat them away, but nothing would work. They kept coming out, and she kept making strange sounds. Why did she cry so weirdly? It was just so ugly. After she was done crying, it always looked like she just had an allergic reaction to something. She listened to the boy, Ethan, as he tried to speak.
Ana jumped when she felt his hand slide across her back. But, the feeling was so gentle, so caring. The tears finally stopped rolling from her tear ducts, and she looked at Ethan with big, bloodshot eyes. She quietly listened to the words he said, and felt a wave of calmness come over her.
Then his hand slipped to her shoulder, and she couldn't help but throw herself onto him. She was lightly hugging him, but the force was great. He felt so warm, so protective. Ana felt that she was in someone's arms that she had never felt before. Like a father that she never had. She stifled a small sob, sniffled a little bit, then finally spoke.
"Promise. Promise me you will never hurt anyone with that knife. Please, promise."


Erinlee

Erin was about to speak, when she saw the girl behind Vlad. She was pretty. It seemed that Vlad has to have some connection with her, because he just randomly walked up to her when she was calmly sitting on the bench. Erin calmly smiled at the girl, and turned back to Vlad.
"You see, Hannah-Nora here wanted to as-" but Erin was stopped short from an ear-piercing scream. She covered her ears, and fell to the ground, as a near-by car practically exploded. Well, the glass shattered, but the car didn't really explode. Finally, it stopped, and Erin got up, bits of glass falling from her back and hair.
She was about to speak again, when a doppelgänger of Vlad's walked up to them. "Who the hec-" she silently watched as he talked to a familiar face, though she did not seem to remember his name.
Suddenly, Hannah-Nora was running away, with bite marks on her face, and Vlad was pushing them away from his twin and the other boy. What is going on? she thought to herself. So much to do with nothing she knew about. She turned to the girl behind Vlad, and smiled once more. "That was Hannah-Nora, and I am Erinlee. Nice to meet you." With that, Erin turned to Vlad, and said, "What I was saying earlier, well, it doesn't matter now." She nervously giggled, and scratched the back of her head, and put an uncertain smile on her face.