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Jared, above all else, was confused. First, a girl with blonde and pink hair had appeared to hypmotize him. Jessi wouldn't be too happy about that, but she wasn't exactly present at the moment. Then, a green and black clad girl had basically pinned him to the ground. The fact that either had truly noticed him was beyond Jared. The possibility of him suddenly becoming attractive to girls through some weird mutation that Mack had put on him crossed his mind, followed by the possibility that all the girls had either lost their minds or all the other hot guys had died brutal deaths. And then Pink Hair was gone, leaving Jared alone with the seething Green Hair.

He put his hands up slightly, to show surrender. "No more shoving," he said. "Kill me if you want, but I've been pushed around enough in my life, okay?" His mind reeled back to the questions she had been asking during her attack. "Okay... okay... the adults are gone, as far as I can tell. Disappeared into no where. Everyone eighteen and over went poof. Powers?" He laughed uneasily, despite being drilled by a girl a foot shorter than him, and let his hands fall to his sides. "Scientific experiments by the government. The parents of my two best friends were in on it. The Coates kids are crazy. Everybody knows that. And justice? You want to bring someone to justice for all this? Gosh, you really are crazy." He eyed her for a moment, a strange look passing his features. "There's thousands of heads to cut off here. The President, I guess, would be a good start. The Russians. The Marvel company, maybe, since their sensationalistic view of superpowers and genetic mutations probably inspired this. But to start in here, Drew Henderson would be a good pick. Then his psychopathic side-kick. And probably a hundred others." Jared paused for a breath. He cocked his head to one side. "If you’re looking for a fight, there’s some kids who are trying to start some sort of revolt against Drew. Look for the emo guy making orders and kids carrying guns. That’s them. Good luck."

Jared turned on his heel and started walking away from the girl, towards Cassie’s house outside of town. That’s where Jessi and Cassie would be going, trying to uncover the secrets of their insane parents. His pace slowed after a dozen yards, knowing that what he was about to do would end up bringing him some sort of trouble. Without breaking stride, he turned around and began walking backwards. He eyed Green Hair. "You know, you can come with me if you want," he said. "I mean, if there are secrets to dig up about who’s behind all this and maybe how to get out of it, me and my friends will find it." He turned again, walking as normal. Had he --- Jared Winston, who had only ever really spoken to Cassie or Jessi of the female race --- really just asked a girl with green hair and a nose ring to come with him to uncover the secrets of the universe as they knew it? He felt as if he would throw up for a moment. Talk about a sudden jolt of either stupidity or courage.

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tagged: jessi.
feeling: cautious.
where: home/car/cassie's house.
power: touch of death.
bars: four.
crush: jessi(?)

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She followed me? Why did I doubt that. Maybe because I’d been asleep for half an hour and had definitely seen her drive off in a van with her friends. If the matter was that important I doubted she would’ve let me get as far as my house, let alone leave me sleep. A faint frown and furrowed eyebrows played across my usually expressionless face, but I shrugged it away. The girl had secrets, that much was obvious, but then again who didn’t? I did have to ponder about why she wanted me to go with her. I was nothing but a Coates student –although I hoped nobody other than my brother knew this fact- and a guy who didn’t take orders and tended to get in a lot of fights. And apparently kill people with a mere touch. Well, whatever it was I was about to find out. “Lead the way then,” I grumbled.

I followed as Jessi led the way out of the house, our combat boots thudding against the floor. Yeah, combat boots with some ripped up jeans and a hoodie, real tough. I rolled my eyes at the thought as we piled into a car, Jessi driving. I slouched back in my seat, removing gloved hands from their pockets to draw the hood over my head. Where are we going? For a brief moment I was pretty positive this girl was just going to take me out in the back woods and shoot me. She was too serious, too solemn. Jeeze, I was begging to understand how Kevin felt around me. I’d always been used to his terrible jokes and bouts of laughter. But instead an air of seriousness had filled the air, and the tension was almost palpable

We drove in silence, neither of us saying anything and for that I was glad, I’d never been much of a talker anyways. I spent my time staring dead ahead out the windshield, keeping the Russian girl within my peripheral vision in case she decided to attack. I still wasn’t past that, despite having buried some bodies with her earlier. Besides, this seemed like the perfect time to commit and murder and get away with it. Nothing happened though, instead we simply came to a halt outside of a house.

A house that seemed to have a war waging in the yard. Well, not a war per se, but there were coyotes running everywhere. Loads of them. I raised an eyebrow curiously and leaned forwards in my seat. “So, you’re going to feed me to wild dogs? What’s going on here?” I doubted I’d get an answer right away, but I wasn’t about to go jumping out of the car into a pack of coyotes, even if coyotes were weak, they had strength in numbers here.

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Karsten examined Mars' facial expression. It was like he was amused almost with Karsten. But why? Well, it's Mars. He's a freak. It's not like he can help it.. perhaps it's natural. By now the air dwindled with awkwardness between his weird smirk and Karsten shifting with confusion with what had just happened. Did he just agree to capture Jessi and become a trader to the Townies? Is he with Mars now?

What has come to this world! It has simply turned upside down. Simple as that. Townies are now Students and Students are soon going to become Townies. No doubt about that. The German boy turned his head to the right but kept his stare connected. Mars kept going on about mushy stuff about Jessi, saving the world and how Karsten was doing a good thing. He did feel like he was making a difference, though.

He cocked his head to the left just barely and listened. “If you do this for us, you can even keep the blonde girl safe." Karsten hates this guy already. But at the same time, he is intrigued. Should I trust him? Karsten knew that Mars can pull out a gun anytime or even shoot him with a tranquilizer dart or anything like that and Karsten is out in a few seconds. He knows that this isn't wise, he doesn't even trust himself anymore.

For Cassie.

Karsten followed the dark-haired boy out and into the cafeteria. He wet his lips nervously before he was met with a bunch of weirdos, but something was trying to pull him back, out of this place. He felt.. bad. He didn't often feel this way. He was a good boy. Trustworthy. Strong, lovable. Not anymore. Now not even Karsten could trust himself. He took a deep breath, and looked around the room. Everything was quiet. When they walked in, the room went silent.

There had to be a reason for this. They were afraid for themselves. And the majority of the people in the room were misfits, they were weird. Karsten waited until Mars stopped talking, and nodded. He simply didn't know how to excuse himself from this awkward situation, and he silently exited the room, slithered down the halls until he felt alone, and collapsed on the tile whilst continually wacking his head into the wall.

First of all, Karsten was nervous as-is, then he is lead into a room full of complete strangers that could flat-out attack him at any moment. His luck, a guy with magical ice-powers or fire-breathing power is going to pop right out of nowhere and murder him on the spot. After all, is is Coates. The school of the freaks. He sat there, his legs sprawled out his head rested against the wall and him staring at the ceiling with a blood stain on his shirt.

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tagged: jared.
feeling: neutral.
where: town.
power: reality warping.
bars: three.
crush: jared(?)

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Whoever Ms. Hypno was, I didn’t much care for her. She did not strike me as good, no I couldn’t be classified as a good person, not by a long shot, but neither could the girl in front of me. She seemed slick, and devious, plus there was the whole fact that she seemed really intent on touching the boy. Like it would help her gain total control over him or something. My blue-green eyes narrowed as I watched her futilely wave her hands all throughout the boy. Weirdo. I rolled my eyes and snickered as the girl hinted at working together. Yeah, like that would ever happen.

I was not in the least sad to see her leave, she was up to no good, what waltzing up and acting as if she could wrap around her slender little fingers. “Snake-tongue,” I muttered under my breath, turning back to face the boy. He was now explaining everything to me, despite Hypnotic telling him not to say anything, and I listened intently, nodding thoughtfully as he spoke. So powers we real, adults were gone, tyranny was reining supreme and nothing was going to be as it used to be and his buddies parents organized it. Wonderful. “Alright, no more pushing,” I mumbled under my breath, “for now at least.”

My arms were crossed over my chest and my eyes were narrowed in thought. “So, what kinds of powers do we have out there anyways? Obviously you can just, I don’t know, phase through stuff, which is pretty rad by the way. But like, what else is there, that you’ve seen at least.” Do I have one? Because, if I did, that would be pretty rad too. I shook my head to clear the thoughts and looked expectantly towards the boy who was still talking. Something about a guy named Drew, and look for the emo guy making orders and kids with guns. Emo guys? I knew one or two of them. But there was no way that kid was running this town. The kid could barely function as soon as a group had more than five people. No, no way was it him, I laughed at the thought and shook my head.

Then he was off, walking away from me. I shrugged and started after him but he had already starting striding back towards me. Secrets to dig up, plots to be found. It sounded like an adventure to me, and be damned if I would miss out on that! “Count me in,” I agreed cheerily, falling into step with the much taller boy, who was even more attractive up close. “Looks like somebody will be brought to justice for this heinous crime after all.” In all honesty, I wasn’t all that obsessed with justice, but I didn’t like the idea of picking sides, and to me, justice was a neutral party. There were no sides, justice as justice as far as I was concerned, and if that meant I could be involved without actually being involved in these stupid group wars, then well, I was on the side of justice.

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health 100%
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tagged hannah-nora, kevin, mia,
anastasie

The strange brunette pulled her earbuds out again, letting them fall so they hung around her neck. Quinn could hear a tinny One Direction tune playing, and groaned inwardly as the girl began to talk in her hyper, enunciated way. "I neeedd to go home because I promiseeedd that I'd look after the house if daddy ever went awayyy and, like... he's gone away nowww so I neeedd to go back." She twisted her earbuds back in and sang along sweetly as she started to wander off. Quinn felt a twinge that was almost paternal- looking after Hannah-Nora wasn't good for him- as he watched her, and he suddenly didn't want her to be alone. That and the fact that there was almost certainly something the girl wasn't saying, and his naturally curious side was poking him, forcing his legs into motion to follow the girl. He looked over his shoulder, frowning down at Hannah-Nora. She looked tired, not an emotion he associated with the hyper little girl at all. Making sure to avoid the snake, he leaned over with a sigh, picking the girl up. He glanced back at Kevin with a shrug. "Aye, mucker, what's the wors' that can happen? We run into Drew? Please, I know how te handle 'im." He blustered almost faultlessly as he followed the other teenager, but he wasn't going to just give up Kevin. They had a bromance forming, he could feel it in his bones. He used the face that would befall even the most stubborn of girls- big eyes, pouting lips, slightly sad expression. He reached out with the hand that wasn't holding Hannah-Nora, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. "Come on, mucker, ha' you never followed someone into madness befor'?"

[Helmuth]

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name: cassidy "cassie" preston.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: THE TERROR!
tagged: her dog.
location: her house, woods.
occupation: youtuber.
power: none.
ooc: I will post for Mars, Wes,
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Tossing herself down a 50 foot hill with a large dog and a good fifteen or more talking coyotes on her heels in hopes to escape this treatrous occasion wasn’t exactly what Cassie would call one of her “YouTuber Adventures.” No, no. In the YouTuber Adventures, she would normally go to the world and casually interview random people while dressed up in costume and being humorous. This? This wasn’t some adventure. This was one bloody bad nightmare.
“Oh, please, please, please no!” She tore down the hill in her sneakers, skittering at first, but not really caring about her momentum. The dogs poured down the hill like rain cascading from a waterfall. They were all howling—but not only howling, screaming her lungs. It made her whole body clench in cold fear. “Kotka!” She screamed. The Australian shepherd bounded out of the brush and darted off down the path. Branches slapped her dry in the face, her arms, but she didn’t care at the moment. The surging of adrenaline and terror besieged her whole mind, not caring to slow down or even realize her heart was pounding, pounding, pounding in her ears.
Tearing past the hunter-orange tapes attached to the trees along the path. Mack had put them up to make the path more clear, rather than veering off as she had a few times and wound up by some neighbor house. If it hadn’t been for the moment and she wasn’t running for her life, Cassie would probably have realized that had been Karsten’s house. The coyotes were gaining, because now she could hear them not five feet from her. She knew that her face had distorted into terror, wrinkling her entire face, because now she couldn’t see anything but a blurry color.
Kotka hurtled ahead and, now bounded out of the shadowy woods, leaped into brightness. There it was! There was the opening, and beyond that a field that led to her house!
A branch smacked her in the face. Sort of like Arwen in the Lord of the Rings, except she didn’t ignore it. She cursed, loudly, and then continued to scream in a angry frenzy as she ran on as hard as she could. The whole seemed to get farther and farther away, but with her eyes shut and throwing herself forward, literally hearing the coyotes’ howls beside her, she landed in the hay.
When she looked up, she was surprised to see two people standing in her yard. You know, despite the current situation. “Help me!” She shrieked, sprinting forward. “I’M BEING HAUNTED BY SATAN’S DOGS THAT WANT TO EAT MY TOES! OH, PLEASE HELP ME! NO, NO! I DON'T WANNNA DIEEEEEEEE!"But apparently the inability to get enough air in her lungs and her legs being worn out took its toll and she stumbled, falling just as a coyote pounced out of the woods surrounding her house.

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location: preston's house
r. status: single - adam(?)
tagged: adam, cassie
power: the healer
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wow, i am super sorry for
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Jessi strode across the front yard, searching for her friend. "Cass—" She was immediately cut off by her friend's appearance. "There you are!" She said as she walked towards her. But Cassie was running as if she were going to die. "Cassie chill—" She was cut off again as she spotted the swarm of possibly fifteen or twenty big dogs in full run after them. Her jaw almost dropped. The Russian could barely make sense of it. She could only keep from tilting her head in confusion. "Для меня это весьма необычный способ знакомства"
A coyote pounced from the ground in slow motion over Cassie pulling Jessi's attention to the matter. She unbuckled her holster flap and pulled the gun from her side, aimed at the center of the chest and squeezed the solid trigger with her perspiring finger. She pulled it again until the bloody dog fell on the ground and suddenly her slow motion scene was no longer in action but on high speed. She ran at full velocity next to her comrade and the sinister haired boy to the house. Just as the sight of the house came to view, something jolted her backwards, making her land hard on the ground. Coyotes swarmed over her, tearing at her arms and legs.
The pain was excruciating. She cried in pain as the dogs sank their teeth into her body, tearing at her limbs. She felt the teeth of the animals be submerged through her skin and flesh but she could barely feel the poor of oozing thick warm blood flow down her legs like a stream of water. Her pistols were out of reach, only a few feet from her bloody hands. But no. There was no chance of her getting out of it this time. Through all of the times she had been in an action, this might be by far the worst. Another raw broken shriek erupted from her quaking body. A coyote gnawed at her forearm, tearing the outer covering of her skin with its razor teeth.

With her unwounded limb, she pulled her large knife from the back of her pants. Her face was buried in the ground still as she tried to have it undamaged. Then, in a swift motion, she drew the blade from the sheath and plunged it through the throat of a coyote. The rest tore harder at her, trying to end her existence. She wrenched the blanketed knife of blood from the throat of the animal, letting it fall to it's side. Pulling up to one knee – which was very difficult – she thrashed her bough, slicing at the dogs. She didn't get a good catch on any of the beasts, but there were only three. One tackled her, diving into her chest and sending her flying backward hard into the soil.

But the coyote was no longer moving. Her blade was sunk deeply into the heart of the animal, letting it's blood pour over her black undershirt. As she shoved the beast off of her and stood on weary blood gushing legs, she twirled the blade in her crimson hands. A small, taunting smirk played on her face. The two went at her at once, which was slightly unexpected, but the both attached their teeth on her legs. The first one she took the head of in her hands and snapped it's next quickly. The next she stabbed in the side and the beast snapped at her hands but they both fell over, releasing soft sighs from their blood covered noses. "Пока!" Jessi bellowed and waved in a mocking way. Then after grasping both of her pistols, limped to turn around and watch Adam and Cassie vanish, Jessica Petrova, in a painful sprint, made her way around to the basement as other coyotes chased not too far after her.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie Faith Page
Age: 14
Crush: None
Boyfriend: None
Tagged: None

Anastasie noticed that this girl, Hannah-Nora, was busy. She grabbed Kyle's hand, and dragged him away. He seemed to be goggling at this little girl. Quite strange. Anastasie knew that Kyle wasn't one to like girls really. He said most girls had cooties (Even though he was 11, he acted like a 5 year old when it came to girls). Anastasie dragged them to the tree where they had once been, grabbed some bread out of her bag, and handed it to him. She had some fruit. An apple, clementine, and a couple grapes.

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name: jess "mars" mccotty.
age: 17 years old.
feeling: dauntless.
tagged: drew, scar, amanda.
location: coates academy.
occupation: henchman.
power: none.
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Mars fluttered his pretty lashes and twisted his skirts. "Oh, well," he batted his eyes. "Whoopsies me. Apparently I didn't read Beatus's post, because the Drew-Crew is outside." Then, spreading his red lips into a bright smile, he grabbed Karsten's hand and fluttered outside on tip-toes. Then he realized that Karsten wanted to split and, pooching out his quivering lip in a pout, he glared before turning, sweeping Scarlet into his arms and wiggling his eyebrows.

Mars strolled out of the large building. He edged slowly toward the "playground" area of Coates, figuring that either Drew had decided to nick Scarlet and Alice, Alisha -- what was her name? -- when he had the chance. Ever since making a pact with Drew upon arriving at Coates, Mars had learned that Drew bought and used. When he was done, he discarded. He had witnessed this many times. Except him: Drew had never dared try anything like that, even when Mars had occasionally challenged his right to the group. He had wanted to test Drew, feel around in the dark to see where the pressure points were. And, eventually, he'd grasp those points and squeezed as hard as he could. He smirked with the thought. Of course, not getting ahead of himself, he was still Drew's oath Brother. He was still part of the group, the crew. If Drew needed anybody to gain power, it was him. Not Scarlet, not Amanda. And definitely not Davie Hogan. Him. Because he was the power source, and if he walked out, Drew would be left in the dark. Hah. That would be a nice time in history when the world finally stopped and began turning around for the better.

He shrugged into his jacket and shook his dark bangs from his eyes. Now. Where were they? And now in good spirits, Mars turned and caught sight of the group. His sharp eyes gleamed with cockiness and he sauntered up, catching Scarlet's braid and giving the shimmering red a flick. He smiled, suddenly feeling victorious. "Oh? Planning a trip, I see?" He laughed, crossing his arms as he studied both the girls. "Could I interest you two ladies in going to the bathing suit store? I'm sure it has enough frilly material to interest your fancies." He shrugged. "I wouldn't know, though. I'm sure Marjorie would." Then his dark eyes, full of subtle dare, flickered to meet Drew's. "Wouldn't she, Brother?"

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Karsten took in a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment and looked around. What am I going to do? On the upside, Mars is only going to contain her, right? But then on the downside.. is he going to backstab me and try to get secrets, maybe information about them two, about Jessi? About Cass.. Karsten tried to dismiss the terrible thoughts that were making his head spin, and he wacked the back of his head one last time into the wall, though more gently than before. He was confused. More confused than usual. He was confused.. simply confused.

He wondered what Mars was doing now. Videotaping him? Plotting a surprise attack? Getting his weapons and consulting the military?! "Naw.." Karsten said to himself, becoming disgusted at his own speech. Gross. American in the 'hood. Where in the world did he get that from? He almost gagged. "Einen Einfluß auf sich selbst, Mann! Du machst einen Berg aus einem Ameisenhaufen. Oder aber das geht.." He came up with a conclusion. He would travel to the bubble. Or, to where he could touch the bubble that surrounded them. It couldn't be that far off, most likely near Coates.

He sighed again, wet his dry lips and flopped onto his feet. He suddenly realized how thirsty he was. Goodness, he hasn't had a drink since.. last night. Where was he going to get water? Maybe in somebody's already ransacked home. He shrugged it off.. for now. He took a journey throughout the halls, getting totally lost and having to trace his steps back for another ten minutes. Finally, he found the exit, and heard some voices. Ehhhh, Mars. Yay. He turned around to catch glimpse of Mars yanking on a wickedly red-headed girl! and he steered in the other direction. He was going to flop into the dome sooner or later.

After maybe fifteen or twenty minutes of walking, he saw a glimmer of yellow off to his right. A butterfly zapped into the yellow light, falling lifeless lay into the ground. A little yellow, toxic-like print was left in mid-air. Karsten could help but reach out in front of him and slowly poke the air. "Heilige Krabbe!" He exclaimed, pulling back his hand as an almost electrical shock buzzed through his arm.

He rubbed his hand, it getting most of the damage. It went temporarily numb. The print of the dead butterfly faded away, and next to it was replaced with a giant hand-print from Karsten. He reached down and picked up a fairly good sized rock, and flung it towards the bubble. It was flung right back at him, but now a big blob of pixelated yellow sparked through the air. "No way out.." Karsten backed away, gulping nervously. "But maybe there's a way in?"