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ms. sterling silver // student // metal manipulation // tags; drew, mars

Miss Silver walked into the cafeteria with her usual getup. Black leather spandex leggings always made a fashion statment; a bold one. Complimented by sky high spike studded heels and a shimmering red blouse, Sterling was hard to miss in the bland lunch room. She walked up to the bar, grabbing only a water bottle and an apple, not very hungry with nothing much for her taste being disposed on the counter. She scanned the room, her eyes falling on Drew. She didn't like the egotistical boy, but he had a good taste for company. She had his little crew all figured out. Drew, snore. Scarlet, competition. Mars, challenge. Mars was the only interest she had at Drew's table, so she made sure to sit across from him, next to Drew. "Drew." She said plainly, her voice flat as she said his name in her typical uninterested greeting. Her black rimmed eyes flashed up occasionally to Mars, inviting him to speak.

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avery tare // townie // controls emotions with touch // tags; none

Avery Tare sat outside of the lunch room in the commons of his boring highschool, his back against the wall, one knee tucked against his chest, the other extended across the cold tile floor. Someone forgot their lunch money today. He watched as his classmates all went to lunch. Oh well, Avery was a skinny kid. He didn't have much of an appetite anyway. The brunette looked through his square, black rimmed glasses at all the pretty girls going in to have lunch with all their pretty girl friends. Avery wanted a girl. He squinted his nose up, pushing his glasses up in routine against the bridge of his nose and continued to stare at the opposite wall.

[weightless.]

just making this clear to everyone- the students and townies attend different schools, but that doesn't necessarily mean your character has to be in school at this moment. they can be ditching, attending, whatever. have fun everyone! uvu

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mood: disgusted, amused
tagged: drew, mars, marjorie
location: coates
affiliation: students

ooc: it's almost midnight so i'll post
for quinn tomorrow~
also, i made a chat thread, so if anyone has any questions, wants to sort
out relationships between characters, etc- there you go uvu

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Scarlet pinched a piece of limp lettuce between her two forefingers, a look of distaste curling her lip. She barely glanced up at Drew as he sat down, then immediately tapped the edge of the glass on his tray with her index finger. "Is that diet?" The redhead enquired, before taking the glass anyway and downing half of it. Her own carbonated drink was warm, and, frankly, disgusting. Honestly, her parents were paying enough money for her to board at this school, they should at least serve food that was edible. Hearing Drew address the other girl at the table, Scarlet's eyes flicked up and over. Marjorie seemed... interesting, to say the least. New enough. Scarlet, who prided herself in being head of the school rumour mill, hadn't learned much about her. Drew seemed very interested in her, which was hilarious. Scarlet knew what he was playing at- two years being his sidekick had made her good at reading him- and she tried to figure out the most cutting way to tell him that him trying to annoy her wasn't working. Like, at all. Most of the time, Scarlet didn't have nerves for people to get on. She placed the glass back on the tray and smiled blithely at Drew's henchmen, Mars. Now, him- she adored annoying him. It was positively her favourite pastime. She pushed the dark red tray of barely eaten food away from her, and instead started tapping away at her phone, ignoring everyone at the table.

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[ just letting you guys know that i won't have the chance to post for the next few days, sorry everyone. ]

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location: coates academy;; mood: watchful;; tagged: drew crew;; post: one;; ooc: none.

DAYLIGHT HAD DAWNED, STREAKING ACROSS THE SKY HOURS AGO. Now Jess Marsden McCotty, better known as Mars, was entering a massive cafeteria filled with kids of all ages spilling across the floors with his ally, Drew. Chatter rose, echoing and bouncing against the polished floor and man high windows that enveloped the atmosphere. It was a normal cluster; the same white noise Mars had experienced for three years now, lodged at Coates Academy for the Troubled. Florida was definitely not what Scotland, a musty land of rolling hills and the constant cloud cover had been like. Only the familiar scent of sea salt swept across the land reminded Mars that he was still alive.
After his morning routine of sit ups and pushups, he had dressed in what every other male student wore. A white shirt, formally presented with a dark suited jacket. He had gone without the gold-and-red striped tie, jacket open, and neatly parted his dark hair, askew, from one side, leaving the fiery streaks caressing the side of his eye.
Today was supposed to be any other day in Coates. He would go through all of his classes. He would be the left-hand-man for Drew and continue to scare the other kids into doing things they, the Trio of Coates, needed to be done. It was almost like St. Claire’s, an institution in Canada he had been transferred to after leaving Scotland: all except the kids here were behaved, allowed outside time and butter knives, and nobody was half as mad as he was.
He walked in slowly, as cautious as wolf in land it might overturn, and surveyed the periphery for a moment. Everybody was into their own little routine. A screech escaped the mouth of a little girl, a new one, who saw Mars. His dark irises flickered to see her eyes, bugged, waiting for him. Mars looked toward the table where the Drew headed off. He went, got a plate, was served, and went to sit in the Drew Crew.

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location: outside;; mood: depressed;; tagged: no one;; post: one;; ooc: none.

MICAH JUDD HAD BOUGHT A PLANE TICKET AND PLANNED TO LEAVE THAT DAY. It hadn’t really been a surprise to him when he had found himself at the air port the day before. He had believed his time had been coming for a long, long time. He would go home to Chicago and there, he decided he would stay until the darkness crept back over him and he would not be able to take it any longer. The thing was, you couldn’t just run from the past. It stayed with you, like the shadow that lingered at your back.
He sat down at the coffee table, bending over to tie his sneakers. A stray cat he had unofficially adopted a few days ago hesitantly jumped up on the arm of his chair. He glanced at his, coldly. “I’m not going to be here anymore, scrawny.” He said dully. He stared ahead. Dark memories of duration in his life time flooded his mind, forcing him to see the grotesque tilt of his mother’s neck. That was not how a normal human being’s head was supposed to be positioned. His father, limp, lying across the floor. Nana, in the rocker. Blood soaking into its fabric. Micah stood, blinking away those faint memories.
He grabbed the keys to his ’68 Camaro and shoved them into the pockets of his sweater. He glanced at the cat before scooping it up as well and, outside, putting the cat down and locking the door behind him. Out in the parking lot, he put the keys in the ignition, turned them, and the car rumbled to life. He put it in drive and started out.

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location: her house;; mood: irritated;; tagged: no one;; post: one;; ooc: none.

"YEAH? YOU WATCH IT, BUDDY! I’ll kick your furry little butt to the moon and back before you know what happened, and then, when you peel off from the crater your big ugly face created, you can glide through outer space and suffocate with the sleepy awe that I—Lady Capone—won the game.” Hannah-Nora Ewa was sitting in front of her television, controller in her miniature hands, glowering at the screen. They had tried to kill her off. Like a bloody nutcracker they would! It had been an unfair move, incorporated by this foolish machine to try and torment children like her to the ends of the world. She ground her teeth.
How the media thought that children were stupid! Pff! They were crazy! And Hannah-Nora, an 11 year old Jamaican-Indian girl who still believed she would grow up to be a mighty president and bring war to all the countries, decipher the meaning to life, and steal the original Mona Lisa, was still not tamed to life in America. They believed that she had to be in a particular group (group number one) to be normal: suburban or rural; pretty or ugly; atheists or godly men; white or black. And Hannah-Nora wasn’t either of these groups. Despite her being saved by the Catholic Church, Hannah-Nora was still as wild as the wind. She would not succumb to life. She owned life! She would rule the world! How people didn’t believe her! Ha! She would show them!
She sat back, guzzling her Pepsi a moment. Then carefully wiped her lip and narrowed her eyes at the screen. It went fuzzy a moment, and she reveled in the idea that it was her super natural being there that made it die. Ha. She would make everything die then! But it sputtered back to life and her hopes sank. Perhaps later in life she would realize that that sputter had nothing to do with her super natural powers: but rather, an unspeakable phenomenon about to become.

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location: her house;; mood: normal;; tagged: jessi;; post: one;; ooc: none.

“TACO TUESDAY, PEOPLE! It’s September 16th, and we are here live with Peggy Pogo and Shaye Pingpong!”
Cassidy Preston, professionally identified by Youtube viewers as Shaye Pingpong and acknowledged by her family and friends as Cassy, had been up all night documenting on her channel—talking about random things: jobs; moving out; fictional boyfriends. She had brought in her alter ego, Darcy, who wore a blue mustache and never spoke. In truth, it had been Dylan O’Brien and a few Andy Sixx videos that ignited the lustful taste for comedy within. But after watching numerous videos and movies, she had come to terms that acting wasn’t about if your name or facts. It was about becoming the character and leaving you, the actor, behind. It wasn’t about pretending to be: it was about literally being. That was what made Mel Gibson and Jodie Foster professionals at their jobs.
After starting out, she had come close to another Youtuber, a Russian girl happened to move to Florida. They started another channel together and within days, had more than 21,000 views. Not that anybody in their small town knew who they were. Cassy lived twenty-one miles outside of town with her ex-marine father and her mother. Her mother worked, her father home-schooled Cassy.
Today, on Tuesdays, Jessi and Cassy routinely got together—despite Jessi’s adoptive parents will that she would not be spending time with a rowdy, obnoxious girl like Cassy—and documented the Taco Tuesday. That day, all around the world, fans would also participate in Taco Tuesday. It was a race: who could eat the biggest taco the fastest. Wednesday was Dancing Day, so they could burn off the extra calories. They were sitting Cassy’s living room, just beginning to roll their tortillas up. “These are going to be amazing,” she mumbled, licking her finger clean of sour cream.

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Maia Stevens – Student – Growing/Controlling Plants – Location: Local High School

Maia relaxed into the back seat of the black SUV, a pair of worn gardening gloves sitting beside her. She had already loosened her tie and pulled off her blazer, leaving it discarded on the seat next to her as she rolled up her sleeves. Morning classes were horrible, and she simply hadn’t felt like attending afternoon ones as well. It hadn’t been hard to find one of the school drivers willing to take her to town, for the right price of course. Her parents obviously still felt bad about forcing her to attend this school, sending lots of money every month to “help make the transition easier”.

Thinking back, she remembered how easy it had been to use the money to `convince` the local high school’s Principal to give her free reign in their greenhouse. It was old and had been rarely used anyways, the forgotten plants inside withered and dead. She had spent two weeks of her free time cleaning the place up; scrubbing the glass, sweeping the floor, and restocking the attached shed with supplies. Since then she had filled the greenhouse with all sorts of plants, having many sent from her home back in Sequim, and even gotten a few new expensive ones shipped from overseas. Taking care of the plants was becoming easier and easier over time, and she had to do less and less to keep them in perfect condition. As long as she visited regularly they rarely needed water, the flowers never wilted, and growing plants from seeds took days rather than the weeks typically needed.

The SUV stopped, jolting her out of her thoughts as the engine died. “We’re here.” The driver said, glancing back at his passenger. He had parked them in the back lot, closest to the greenhouse. “Great. I’ll just be a few hours. I’ll give you another hundred to wait here for me.” Maia said, waiting to get out until the driver nodded. Holding her gloves in one hand, she slid out, hearing the driver crank up the radio as she slammed the door shut. It was a short walk past the high school’s commons to get to the greenhouse. There were quite a few students going into the commons, obviously lunch time, but no one seemed to notice her.

Unlocking the greenhouse, she left the door open for once, opening up a few of the windows as well to get some fresh air. The inside was a riot of color, blooming flowers scattered across the tables that rimmed the greenhouse. Her workbench at the far end held a couple of delicate bonsai trees she had recently gotten. She set down her gloves and tied her hair back in a high ponytail, walking around the edge of the greenhouse to check on each of her plants one by one.

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name;; marjorie moreau
age;; seventeen
allegiance;; student
power;; none
tags;; drew crew, sterling

ooc;; i'll finish jared's form
before making a post for him

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Marjorie gazed around the large cafeteria, taking in the scene with a calm, yet intrigued glint in her eyes. She fingered the edge of her skirt, wrapping a loosening thread around her pinky, while listening quietly to the various snippets of conversation and the various sounds of the other students eating. The school was quite similar to the academy she had been attending not two weeks ago. Except the skirts were three inches shorter, grazing her mid-thigh, showing a few prominent scars she wished she could cover. But, then again, if she was a part of the Drew Crew now, as fear-ridden the student body --- even some of the teachers were wary of him not to her surprise --- Marjorie knew she wouldn't have a problem in dealing with any issues that nosy students created.

She looked up to the other side of the table at a flash of the black and white uniform everybody wore. Now that everybody was present, she studied the others at the table, getting a perfect view of each from her seat at the very end. Scarlet, the redhead who overtly believed she was Drew's second-in-command, busied herself with observing her disdainful meal. She alternated between ignoring Marjorie and giving her a look that, as clear as day to her, showed her distaste was stronger for Marjorie than for her food. The henchman, Mars, was a dark and brooding character that she found immensely intriguing. Intuitively the fact that she suspected him of having some form of mental disorder was the reason, however. And then there was Drew, who's cocky, power hungry, and egotistical attitude had always drawn her attention. His reasoning for this entire scheme was still beyond her, though she planned to find out as soon as humanly possible. What reason could Drew Henderson have for wanting Marjorie so near?

She barely smirked at his question, obviously doing his best to act like he wasn't thoroughly interested to hear about her day spent infiltrating his little gang. She faintly raised her cup of water in a mock toast before taking a small drink. "Perfectly," she answered, stealing a furtive glance at Scarlet. She barely winked at him. "You'll be getting my thanks for everything once we're alone."

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mood: taunting, testing, superior
location: coates academy, up the hill
r. status: he is single and looking
crush: he doesn't really have one
tagged: mars, scarlet and marjorie
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drew gave an intrigued look to the redhead that sat right now to him as she started fooling around with her phone. young women. he'd never understand them. mars pulled back his chair abruptly and sat with a nice healthy posture, same as drew. mars, his right hand man or his henchman, was a very refined, impassive young man. On most occasions, he was ominous, frightening the poor children with his hissing frightful words. drew, on the other hand, even though he wasn't the best person, he was very sagacious and an intelligent gentleman. he might not have been careful in every way but he tried his best to be scrupulous. the clicking of heels behind him instantly warned him of what was to come. yes, her. drew studied the girl on his other side as plopped into the seat, ignoring scarlet for the time being. a faint smirk slithered its way across his face as he looked down at her, eyes narrowed in the slightest way. "what bring you here, miss silver? i didn't invite you. oh, the audacity. " a soft, cruelly twisted laugh wiggled its way from his mouth. "but as you will, stay. it gives me comfort that my ... intellect is beginning to rub off on you. so, let's get down to business. all of us around this table are here for particular things. scarlet, for me. mars, his own power." he cast a wry glance at his brother and then to scarlet with a droll eye roll. "yet,"he continued, turning his gaze down on the young girl. "it's not because we want to form some alliance. we want something. what is it, sterling? is it power? is it Mars? is it just because you are such a poor, miserable, desperate being that you must crawl to the feet of power to find your purpose in life?" he grinned. "well. you're at the right place." the black eyes and dark hair enhanced the snarling scowl that grew on his face.

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mood: excited, anxious
location: cassy's house
r. status: she is single
crush: she doesn't have one
tagged: cassy and jared
post: post one

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jessi smacked her lips, swallowed a gulp of saliva and started filling her taco with piles of meat, cheese, avocado, lettuce, sour cream, and many other things. by the time the Russian girl was done making her feast that covered her entire plate, the tortilla could barely wrap. She had never been fond of Mexican food but she could sure put down some tacos with her buddy, Cassy. She had been raised on stroganoff and such, most Russian food, so it was a huge change for her when she moved to Moscow to Florida. Her parents, however, moved because of their work, being in the military, some sort of "Unit". Her parents were in the same unit with Cassy's father, Mack. But Mack quit later on. "Wazz-up guys?" She gave a peace sign, her fingers slathered in sour cream and sour sauces. "We are making at tacos, since it is Taco Tuesday." She shrugged, realizing it was pretty obvious, especially because Cassy had already announced such things. "Anyway," She mumbled, glancing at the camera that their camera man, Jared, was running. "I'm going to when. Again." She attempted to put on a Mexican accent but failed, her voice being strong and rolling with Russian accent. She licked her fingers clean and set the alarm for one minute like they did every time when doing competition. Which was always. "Okay, one minute." Jessi said, giving a wink at the camera. "Now!" By the time she said now her face was smothered in sauce and sour cream but she didn't care enough to lick it off. She kept going at full speed, chewing and chomping, scarfing, choking, and yelling through mouthfuls.

[GrayStar51]

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ms. sterling silver // student // metal manipulation // tags; drew crew

Sterling only gave an agitated smirk to Drew. god, she hated him. "Don't tease, Drew. It's not very becoming." She said, her usual cold tone. She had a certain cold, reserved elegance to her. Sterling was many things, but rash was not one of them. She was steady, always constant. "There are many things you are rubbing all over me, including your horrid cologne all over my arm, but your intellect is not one of them. And really, darling, with such a lacking, you really should keep as much intellect that you do have to yourself." Sterling slapped back at him, taking a loud, crunching bite into her apple. Sterling grazed her dark eyes across the table as Drew spoke further. When he addressed her again, she turned back to his attention, batting away his words with a blink of her mascara draped eyes. "No, Drew. You must be confusing me for Scarlet. I want only one thing; trouble. You seem to have no shortage of that."

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avery tare // townie // controls emotions with touch // tags; rose

Avery, being the perfectly imperfect klutz he was, fell out of his chair in fright when the girl slammed her plastic lunch tray on the table next to him. Startled, he wasn't much for surprises. "Could you slam you lunch tray a little louder in someone's...." He paused, finally looking up. He had been expecting some big computer nerd or a sports jock idiot to have come sitting next to him. He usually had that sort of company. But nope, on the one day he wasn't expecting, a pretty girl with long black hair and enchanting deep eyes was looking rather confused at him, sprawled on the cafeteria floor. "Eh, sorry about that." He said, realizing how graceful he must look now. Let's just fall out of a chair, scared to death by a lunch tray, and start being mean to a pretty girl. Great way to start the day, Avery.

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Mars sat back, chewing slowly and thoughtfully on a piece of toast as he watched everything unravel. The toast was dry and horridly bland in his mouth, as if he had wadded up paper and began to chew. He wiped the crumbs from his palms, just as a shriek erupted in his eyes. He whirled, staring at the same little girl. It was then when he heard it: the silence. Mr. Baker had been humming. The teenagers in the second table over had been chattering up a storm. Everything was dead silent. A soup spoon dropped from mid air where Ms. Donovan had been ladling split pea; like anybody liked it.
His dark eyes gleamed in the flickering lighting. Then he looked back at Drew, faintly smiling. "I'll be seeing you around," He said, standing up. He put an hand against Drew's shoulder, making a point of doing so to ensure he wouldn't be gone long. What villan could survive without his henchman? All of these thoughts whirled as Mars tugged the tie from his neck and he walked out.

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Landscape passed by his attention no more than a fly in a room full of people. It was out on the highway, the vast and empty space clear; lone birds swooped in and out over head. Micah glanced in the rear view mirror, staring at the lonesome sign TOWN TWENTY MILES. Maybe… maybe there was still life left in his eyes. Maybe somebody would come along, help. Maybe—
It was then when he saw it. In the distance, a plane crumbling nose first in mid air. He staring at it, staring it so long that he wasn’t aware he had been veering off until the Camaro slammed into the barrier.

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The timer went off. Cassy had been able to stuff herself with enough of the grande taco to kill two grown men, yet her enduring tolerance week after week, her stomach stretching and growing small again, had been able to win out. She was down to her last bite when the timer buzzed; signifying that she had indeed beat the last week’s record, and Jessi’s amount. Oh, good times.
She laughed, her mouth full, so it came out garbled and disgusting. Grease from the taco meat ran down her chin and she stopped it up with a rag laid out on the coffee table. She swallowed, it hard first, but then finally going down.
“Whew,” she said, sitting back. She patted a hand against her protruding stomach. “And that, my friends,” she said, looking into the camera. “Is how Shaye Pingpong and Peggy Pogo down a few tacos. To my lovers, my friends!” She blew kisses at the camera and then turned to Jessi.
“How was that?” She asked, reaching over to nudge the other girl when the door opened and closed. Cassy froze, seeing her father and his red beard, lean against the wall, arms crossed, and raising an angry eyebrow at her. Then Jessi’s parents walked in.
“C’mon, Daddy-O.” She said, slinging an arm around Jessi, to her friend’s parents’ dismay. “We’re just hanging out.”
“You’re not supposed to do this, Cassy.” She knew she wasn’t, but who cared? They were famous and now fat! She opened her mouth, ready for the world’s biggest argument with her sass, when all three adults disappeared. On live, recorded camera.

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mood: curious, superior
location: coates academy, up the hill
r. status: he is single and looking
crush: he doesn't really have one
tagged: his crew, sterling
post: post two

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when he was speaking with the zany snob, he had barely caught the words that flowed from marjorie's mouth. it was stunning enough for him to shoot a glare at her, barely flinching. there was a big slice of history on their plate which made him want to tremble but instead he let out a snide, retorting laugh full of bitterness. "well, well." he quickly glanced at scarlet who was stilling playing with her phone. next he looked at was mars and then the imprudent girl, giving her a twisted look of hatred and pity. he ran hand through his messy black hair, grinning only to show sharp whites. "well, silver," he said, giving her a solemn look. "if you doubt you'll find trouble around here and you are seeking, I suggest you leave." he despised the girl but didn't care enough to do anything or get frustrated about it. drew turned away from her, eyes skipping over to mars who stared back at him with dark eyes. he boredly sipped the rest of the liquid in his drink that scarlet managed to save for him. but then silence erupted around them, a thudding in his ears. mars and him jumped up at the same time, him knocking back his chair. "Check the alarm system." he ordered, turning to watch his henchman leave. he looked down at the three girls with narrowed eyes. "scarlet, go with mars." drew said, hitting her with his hand on the shoulder gently. "come on. and you, sterling, you are coming with me." he glanced at her but no smile on his face. "and morea--" he caught himself, stopping and then reworded. "marjorie, you come with me too."

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mood: terrified, curious
location: cassy's house
r. status: she is single
crush: she doesn't have one
tagged: cassy and jared
post: post one

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as she shoved the rest of her taco into her mouth, she heard the voices. Her parents. The only way she knew was because they were yelling in Russian like maniacs. And then she heard Mack, Cassy's father. She swallowed hard, almost choking but managed to get it down all right. But as the parents entered the room, they went silent, leaving silence and stillness around the room. she looked with buldged eyes at the emptiness where the once still seconds ago. "Andrei!" She shrieked, jumping from her chair, letting it clatter back against the floor. "Stepanidia!" She was all but crying, realizing the adults, her parents and Mack, were gone. They had just … vanished. Poof. Gone. She ran into the empty space, in front of the camera, hoping it were just a dream of sorts. "Mom? Dad?" She yelled, running down stairs, leaving Jared and Cassy.