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卐 ➝ age sixteen
卐 ➝ mood bored, stuck
卐 ➝ where Cassie's house
卐 ➝ power Psionic Blast, not in use
卐 ➝ tagged his soul mate
卐 ➝ affiliation townie
卐 ➝ ooc I know that this is a terrible reply, I know.
I have no muse. I'm sorry D:
卐➝ ooc[/b] I'M BAAAAAACK of this header but I'm terrible at coding.?
Karsten English
Karsten German
Mars
Draken English
Draken German
Unison Karsten & Draken

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"I love the flute. It has a nice, sweet sound." He grinned. Since last month, he had been rather.. quiet. It was odd. He was almost shy. Of course, he still had his careless, stupid personality with his clumsy movements and mouth, but he was much more quiet. He needs to do something stupid again. Maybe zap himself in the face with an electric fly swatter or wear one of those shock collars and electrocute himself. Or he could light his finger on fire and flail around whilst setting aflame the curtains, or the walls. Or his hair. Most likely his own hair. Karsten winced at the thought, but held back a roaring laugh when imagining zapping himself on the dome. He'd save that thought for later.

Cassie assumed he was Christian, but he quickly corrected her. "Nah, I'm Jewish." He chuckled, referencing to the Star of David tattooed on his wrist. "I had this done in Germany." He subconsciously traced the lines of the star, and looked back up into Cassie's eyes. Such eyes. Much lovely. Her dog jumped off from the counter, and started circling the tall German boy, his ears twitching. He had a devilish look in his eyes, but yawned slowly and walked over to a near corner. He- what was this animal's name? Kottie?- plopped down and closed his eyes, drifting off to a measly sleep. He watched the dog's nostrils flared then calmed, his chest slowly rising and dipping. "I could tell. I see it in his evil, devilish, dark eyes." Karsten said this as a half-joke, but shifted uncomfortably. It reminded him of Bulleneisser, his beloved bullenbeisser. He was aggressive, yet darling, frightening, yet adorable. Karsten suddenly smelled the barn-ish odor in the house, which he hadn't paid attention to before. It reminded him of his little ranch he has. Or really, had. He had the feeling the horses were too freaked and ran off or were killed in the blowout. "The smell around us reminds me of my horses, or.. when I used to have horses. They ran off during the storm." This was mainly to himself, he didn't really expect Cassie or anyone to respond.

After a few minutes, Cassie seemed lost in space, thinking. Something drew her back to the conversation, but she seemed uneasy. She continued to scrub at the plates and bowls, but started talking.. with a lovely, though bubbly and scratchy, German accent. But sadly, her voice became a little deeper, and Karsten grimaced as she spoke, teasing him with his poor English and muttering has. It didn't sound right, anyways. He shrugged, raising an eyebrow and frowning. "Wow, you do not ha-..." He thought for a moment, for the right word. He had heard it several times before, but his mind went totally blank. "...has any relatives? No uncle, aunt, sister or brother? Huh. And you like the 70 too? I do not listen to it often, but I like the weird sounds and voice." And then Cassie threw the bomb at him. "Do you has any reletives?" He started stuttering and words flung out of his mouth, yet his grammar was perfect. Mostly. "Uhh, yup. Yes I do. I have a grandfather, grandmother, and great-grandfather in Germany. No aunts or uncles.. my parents live here. You know, before the fallout." Yes. He can't lie. He will say it. "Umm.. and I have a brother. He's older by seven and something minutes. Maybe you could meet him sometime.. I found him around a month ago." Then in an attempt to steer the conversation, "Hey, when was last time you at dome?"

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tagged: the demoness, kyle.
feeling: energetic.
where: town hall.
power: electricity manipulation.
bars: three.
crush: none.

── ｔｈｅＨＵＭＡＮｂａｔｔｅｒｙ ──

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A massive grin had split my face at the little girl’s antics. The way she marched around barking orders with absolute authority was hilarious and as she talked about getting Drew apprehended I stood at attention and raised my hand in salute. “Sir, yes sir! I’ll get Salem on it right away, Sir!” While I was only joking there was a small part of me that admitted Salem would probably be an excellent jailer. What, with the impossible things she created, she could probably create things that would drive anyone under he watch insane. Plus she seemed to have the justice complex going on the last time I had even seen her.

“Sir yes, Sir! You are strong, Sir! But you can’t eat me sir, I’m tough and stringy and I’ll give you indigestion!” She was ready to charge and I leapt to the side, holding my sweater like a matador. “Ole!” I tired to hold a straight face but I failed pitiful and broke down into hysterical fits of laughter until the girl calmed herself down, and then she was giving more orders and then tearing out the door. I took off after her, gesturing for Kyle to follow us if he wanted.

My long legs allowed me easily catch up to the little girl and soon I was jogging alongside her. “Now, I know Adam and Jessi are keeping them distracted, but what exactly is your plan Mizz Capone?” It seemed as though Coates had brought their entire armada of SUV’s and while I could still sabotage the power in the building, I would have to wait for another time to destroy their car batteries. “Salem is still at the police station with Jared and neither Adam nor Jessi will want us bugging them.” I was interested to see what she could come up with. Even if the kid was crazy, she was creative, and creative destruction was the best kind in my opinion. Therefore, I was going to let her do what she wanted, as long as it didn’t end up getting us killed that was. But know her, it would most likely end up in our painful and untimely demise.

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tagged: jared.
feeling: happy.
where: police station, town.
power: reality warping.
bars: three.
crush: jared(?)

── ｔｈｅＷＩＴＣＨｇｉｒｌ ──

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Jared explained everything to me, and I had to laugh as she mentioned how his mother was easily scared by things like the 2012 scare. My feet had fallen from the desk and kicked absently at a box underneath it. The box had long since been warped along with everything else in the building. While the space and contents inside hadn’t changed the outside was made of jell-o and the entire thing just looked like a massive juggling blob of it. Oh was it fun to play with. The contents inside mattered little to me, because as far as I was concerned it was just another box full of junk.

“Planning, eh?” I looked up from the jiggling green mass. “Consider that building yours and consider it gone,” I laughed bringing myself to my feet. I made my way across the room, grabbing Jared’s hand and pulling him to his feet. “Let’s be off like a herd of turtles then.” Getting out of the building was easy, a tiny janitors closest down the hall had a portal that lead outside. While all of my buildings were amazingly complex and difficult to navigate I was sure to keep an easy way out for myself. In this case it was a portal that looked like nothing more than a blank, dirty wall in a broom closest. Grabbing Jared’s hand yet again I pulled him through the portal, coming out back out into the weird false sunlight of the dome as the back of the building.

While I was curious about his plan, I was also not stupid enough to just go talking about in the open where any kind with a power like invisibility or the like could hear us, so I decided to settle on something…normal. “So, what was your life like before the FAYZ, Jared?” There general question, should be able to get a lot of conversation out of it, but it also seemed random and out of the blue. Oh well. I started off in the direction of the store Jared had told me about, abandoning the beautiful chaos behind me.

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age;; seventeen
ability;; matter phasing
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allies;; townie

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ared did his absolute best to hide the shock of Salem grabbing his hand to help him up. The literal shock. It felt like he had grabbed hold of an electric fence and couldn't let go. Worse than an electric fence actually. It was more like grabbing onto a hair dryer and diving into the ocean. He wondered for a moment if she had done it on purpose, had caused some sort of electric shock with her ability. Would he even be able to feel illusion-lightning? And then she let go, thank God. His hand balled into a fist and then released, his teeth almost grinding with the buzz left just beneath his skin.

creedwashereAnd then, just as he was beginning to feel the hair on the back of his neck relax a little, she grabbed his hand again as she led him outside the champion fun-house. The zap wasn't as bad the second time, but he could definitely feel it. His breath caught for a split second. Either she was playing a practical joke on him or ... dear God help him, he was in serious trouble. The pain subsided after a moment, though the fear remained. Not fear, more like knowing that the inevitable was heading for him like a freight train. The question was, now, would he run or jump in front of it? He held onto the ghost touch of her hand, pondering the question.

creedwashereJared barely smirked. "Well," he said, his mind turning to from his thoughts and to her question. "I didn't have many friends and that hasn't changed. Two to be exact, both girls who are insane, Cassie and Jessi. All of our fathers were in the military together, so we grew up together on the same base. While they were the Youtubers, I was the technical support, the camera man. Everyone in school saw me as the antisocial geek, so I was bullied and I actually became the antisocial geek. I gave up on trying to make friends and focused on coding. Video games, computer programs, web sites, anything and everything. As serial killer as it sounds, I only really came out of my basement bedroom for school and to hang out with Cassie and Jessi. And then the FAYZ happened, and everything fell apart. Except you." He frowned down at the concrete beneath his feet, then let go of the unpleasant thoughts. "So what about you? What was your life like?

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tagged: jessi.
feeling: murderous, relief?
where: town streets.
power: touch of death.
bars: four.
crush: jessi(?)

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My mind had cleared all the exhaustion had drained away from me, replaced by a torrent of hatred. I remembered the feeling all too well, the feeling that had haunted me the first day I had gotten my powers. The emotion that, in previous weeks, had been drowned under the exhaustion and paranoia. The well of untapped rage, the years of bottled emotions all bubbling to the surface. Even though I was always getting into fights the anger had never been fully satisfied, and on that first day, when the rage frothed forwards and those two boys had died under my hands, then and only then had it begun to feel good. The murder, even accidental felt right, even though I knew it was wrong, even though I could feel it in my bones I hadn’t been able to push away the sadistic pleasure of it.

Even now, I was beginning to fear myself. I knew what was driving me now, the idea of killing Drew. The pleasure it would bring me to watch his face contort in pain, see the life flicker out of his eyes. It was hatred that pushed away the exhaustion, driving it away as though it hadn’t even been there at all and a newfound wave of energy washed over me. My eyes glinted dangerously, my gloved hands ball into fists in my pockets, and a twisted grin plastered across my face. What’s wrong with you? I felt as though I couldn’t control myself, somewhere inside of me, there was a young boy trapped, crying and begging me to stop, telling me to control myself, because if I didn’t I’d end up dead. But the question was, did I mind? Did I fear death? The answer, no. When death came for me I would open it with welcome arms and a part of me figured that today was that day.

Striding up the hill I was no longer aware of Jessi beside me, my rage seething under my skin and far below that, despair. I wanted to cry. I couldn’t control it, I couldn’t control myself. I tried and tried. Oh gods did I try. Trying to force the exhaustion to come over me, to wash the murderous rage away. I only had a few minutes the people in front of the cars had become plainly visible. My teeth ground together as near-black orbs settled on Drew. Killing him would be sweet, and I would savour it.

“Drew...why are you here? What do you want?”

That voice. I had forgotten about her. So consumed I had thought I was alone. The voice caused me to falter and stop, the tiny part of my sanity wriggled to the surface and I managed to stop myself, bringing myself to a halt just behind the girl. My jaw hurt from clenching it and grinding my teeth together, my hands balled into fists ached painfully and my rapid breathing levelled out as I forced the hatred back. Was it as simple as a voice that could break me out a murderous trance? Or was it just her? Never before had I been so compelled to hug somebody, or felt such a wave of relief and, even happiness flood over me. But I could hug her. I would never be able to hug her. Would I? Truth was, I still didn’t know if it was only my hands or my skin in general that killed. I had been both too afraid and too busy with trivial matters to figure it out. But now wasn’t the time to dwell in any more of my own selfish thoughts.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here again, Drew,” I growled in a low voice “what do you want?”

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tagged: jared.
feeling: neutral, happy.
where: police station.
power: reality warping.
bars: three.
crush: jared(?)

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I listened to Jared talk, nodding every now and then as he spoke, but cutting in as he started to mention becoming bullied. For some reason the thought of Jared being bullied caused me to bristle internally and just in general angered me. Nobody, and I repeat nobody would be picking on Jared anymore, they’d have to go through me. “Wait, wait, wait, ho-ho-hold the phone! It sounds like I’m going to have to go and kick some major butt once we finish this mission. That’s not cool yo, not at all.” But he carried on, talking about computers and video games and how everything fell apart. Except me.

At that last part I felt my face starting to grow hot and flush and I turned away quickly, suddenly becoming very focused on a bird drifting through the sky. “My life? I don’t know, I guess I was just your average rebel?” I shrugged nonchalantly and turned back to face him since the heat had drained away from my face. “Well, I was out late at nights, skipping school, playing video games in my basement, partying hard, running parkour. I was pretty much that weirdo in class that nobody talked to and everyone generally steered clear of. I seemed to have this bad reputation or something, I never heard a word of it but back before that in elementary school I was bullied a lot, but when I got older it kind of changed. I lived my life the way I wanted and I didn’t let anybody tell me otherwise. You see I think it started way back when; my parents were always driving me to do better even when I was doing the best I could, plus there was all the bullying to boot. Eventually I just got sick of it. But thirteen I was hardly coming home anymore, took on the punk style, chopped and dyed my hair, got piercings, did pretty much everything that I wanted to do. And eventually people just seemed too scared of me to even look me in the eye, probably thought I might slit their throats or something. I don’t know.” I shrugged again, tugging open the door to the computer store that we had arrived at. “After that, well it’s pretty much been me going out late a nights, or just trapped in basement playing video games, sleeping in and never going to school. After the FAYZ happened I really didn’t have anything that would fall apart, but then I met this really cool, fun, amazing guy who I’m pretty terrified will realize what a nutcase I am and running for the hills screaming.”

Oh god. Had I just said that out loud? I mentally slammed my head against a brick wall and hastily turned away from Jared, ducking back outside and pressing my palms flat against the exterior of the building. For a moment it shimmered like a mirage, then became transparent and then disappeared altogether and ducked back inside. “A-alright, one invisible building,” I stammered awkwardly, not bringing myself to look at him. “I-I could probably move the entire building, or put it underground or something. Somebody could accidentally find it.” I could probably just remove the doors and windows and create a portal instead, but I was tripping over my own words. Still hot and flushed about what I said a few moments earlier.

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mood: stressed, confined
location: coates academy
r. status: single - amanda(?)
tagged: adam, jessi
power: telekinesis
p. bars four bars

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paragraph"You two are a cute couple. Asking the same questions," He beamed a pleasured smirk as he moved a few feet closer to where they stood. He noticed the tall girl beside Adam shift, her her resting on his holster at her side. Amusing. They were about ten feet away, though close enough for Drew to feel every bit tension that glowed from their features. He was close to Mars, keeping him within range. He paused though, stopping his swaggering. "What do I want?" He pondered on the thought as if he had never even though of it. "Oh," He murmured in an utterance, putting his index finger to his handsome mouth. He looked them over and continued. "I just want to make peace between our sides." He scrutinized them, examining their expressions. The brute forced girl seemed to snicker, dismissing it. He didn't even look to Adam, knowing it would be the same as always.

paragraphDrew let out soft laughter, looking down a moment. He moved closer, walking in front of Mars. "Okay, okay. I know you don't believe me but ... I can help. I can do things. I need to lend a helping hand. You guys seem to need some help and so do we. We can join together." He looked into Adam's eyes now, only five feet or less apart. "If we are going to be in this FAYZ together than we should be allies." Drew sent them a fleeting grin and put his hands behind his back. He edged closer to Jessi, his sharp whites shining brightly. Now he was very close, close enough for her to feel his breath on her neck as he whispered in her ear. She didn't let him finish his sentence though. "Drew. I want you to know something. I am armed and I want to take three steps away from me. Right now." She warned as she started pulling her Glock from her side. He stepped backward, his hands high in the air. She started to shove it back in the holster but something was resisting. Drew forced the firearms to fly out, and scatter across the ground to Marsden. He sent him a look and then turned to the girl and Adam. "I don't think we'll be needing those if we are to be allies."

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Speak... think? of the devil and he shall appear. Scarlet sighed and pursed her lips and didn't turn around, examining the far off boundaries of the FAYZ as Mars' irritating accent grated at her ears. She had to squint slightly, her short-sighted eyes no longer sporting contact lenses. She didn't turn to face the brown-haired boy, instead turning her gaze to Drew and the bad boiz of Worther Beach who'd just rolled up. She watched the interacting closely, pushing the handle of her tote further up her bare arm absently. When Drew threw the guns to Mars, she recognized her opportunity and took it. She swung around to face Mars full on, her heels sending dust clouds into the air. With a sweet smile, an 'I won't tell if you won't' smile, she positioned her feet to hide the firearm, then crouched down and swooped the smallest of the weapons up, dropping it into her tote in one smooth motion. "You can keep the other one." She said absently. More goods for her to trade with, she reckoned, and, hey, if it annoyed Drew, that was just a bonus. She cleared her throat and zipped her tote up, smiling placidly at Mars.

"So. Mars. How are you, darling? You look tired. Are you tired? Must be exhausting, having to terrorize all those people all the time." She fell into her usual banter easily as she went back to scanning the area, this time behind Mars. She pursed her lips thoughtfully, then let her eyes fall on the boy for the first time. "That information is pretty expensive. All that sleuthing around I had to do, it cost me some valuable beauty sleep. What are you willing to give up for it? I'll take food, weapons..." Her eyes fell on the piece of silver Mars was forever rolling between his fingers. "Or that. I'll tell you who Marjorie's guarding if you give me the coin." She knew the answer already, but she wanted to see just how much Mars wanted this piece of information. Did he love his family enough? She wanted to see what price he would put on it.

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age;; sixteen
mood;; annoyed
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xxxxxxxxxSlowly his brow raised as he stared at the girl. Deep in his gut he had the strange feeling not to question her anymore and move away, but still he stood there staring like a fool. This is why you spent so much time on the internet and inside where it is dark. Human activity is a dangerous thing man. he thought to himself before sighing. "No, I was not running away from gang problems, only just taking a walk on this nice day." he retorted, refusing to tell her how he was being a geek again and solving math equations. "Just wish it would rain today though...so I would have a good enough reason to head back to the empty house, or even back to the gang and bring a book or two to read." he said stretching a bit and fixing his glasses once more. Why didn't you listen to mom and get contacts?
xxxxxxxxx A yawn escaped his lips as he pretended to be bored of this conversation. "So, heading anywhere particular instead of heading," - he points off to the direction she was running - "down there." a smirk grew on his face and he shoved his hand back into its rightful place. The bottomless pocket where it held pens and pencils, as well as a old fashioned ipod. In other words, a Walkman.

[Helmuth]

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name: jess "mars" mccotty.
age: 17 years old.
feeling: HAHA! REVENGE!
tagged: Scarlet.
location: town.
occupation: henchman.
power: none.
ooc: xx

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This dark conversation suddenly died out, like dust finally settled after a whirlwind. He grew grim around the mouth, silently smoldering as his inquiry miscarried. She wouldn’t take the bait. Sighing, he leaned back on his heels, sizing her up. Scarlet was a creature of habit: that was, bottling what she thought and all of her sly knowledge up under tight wraps. If it was up to him to decide, he’d have to agree they were definitely similar in some characteristics. Useful, meaningful. But above all else, users. Maybe it was what had gotten them there, at Coates Academy, the institution for the troubled. And perhaps it made them “bad” by other standards, society’s look on its victims, but both Scarlet and Mars had their own views—views that, if actually scrutinized to the root in which it began, would be considered a simplicity of desiring attention to their wounds or, the other: revenge.

If she knew anything about this “silent prisoner” Drew had deemed a threat and was currently holding for the trophy of it, then Scarlet would only speak up if it saved her skin. And apparently it had nothing to do with her – so she wouldn’t think of it. Unless she really didn’t know. What with the explosion of passion from Amanda and Drew’s side, it would be hard to get a word in otherwise.
Mars raised his head, his brows shooting upward in surprise as his name was called forth. His hand glided to Scarlet’s cheek, gently holding her face when she taunted him with the knowledge of who was in Drew’s care. Did it matter that much? Did he already know that it was a little blonde boy, with a scar on his scalp? He smiled, twisting the silver dollar.

“It really is a pity,” the Scottish boy whispered. “That you could’ve been something to be desired and lusted for, Scarlet. Especially when you finally began to open your heart to a coldness you wish to warmth. But it didn’t work. Amanda’s in the picture and you hate that.” He paused, watching her carefully. “I know you love Drew, but I’d just want to say: don’t get too attached. Things disappear in a blink of an eye.” His gleam faded and was overcame with a dim mourning, as if actually sympathizing with her—not attempting to make fun of her weaknesses to pain and misery imposed on by others, but rather comprehending the downfall of reigning.

He raised his head, catching his name being mentioned. Drew. Ah, yes. He clasped his hands behind his back and strode toward Drew’s side, casting a long look at Bucky. This boy would be perfect after Mars turned his back on the loyalties in which he currently beheld. Mars’ squinting, brown eyes slid to the intruders of the moment: Jessi Petrova, with her taut hair and deceiving beauty and the runner, Adam Darko. Adam Darko was something of an interest to Mars. Even though he never used force on the other students, Adam had an air about him that immediately deflected rage and other startling actions. Simply seeing the runaway student made Mars smirk the slightest bit. Desertion was great, but full out rebellion against Drew was something that downright impressed him.
Upon taking the guns—and watching with surprise as Scarlet stole one—Mars examined the other pistol that was left with a quick eye. He looked back up to Jessi. “Military. Impressive.” He weighed the pistol in his hand a moment before tossing it back. Probably to Drew’s distain and indignity. “You won’t use them. Not yet, anyway. Besides,” he calmly crossed his arms. “There’s a lot of explaining to be happening. I’m eager to hear what has become of the Townies.”

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name: cassidy "cassie" preston.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: tired and upset.
tagged: her dog, karsten.
location: her house.
occupation: youtuber.
power: none.
ooc: xx

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LEGOs. Again, the idea drove into Cassie’s mind like a hammer and nails, pounding at her with the continuous chorus of questions—something that she realized if she couldn’t fix, she would eventually go mad from it. Which, on one side of the table, wasn’t actually a bad idea: going crazy? What with this life she now existed in and all of the power-hungry kids with a solid idea that they were now grownups that they had left childhood on another side of a bridge, Cassie was more than sure that they were all a little crazy, trapped in this teacup. The crazy factor? That she could live with. But on the other hand, the itching and crave to determine what the LEGOs actually meant was weighing on her harder than the determination to give up.

Sighing with a mouth crimped in irritation, she scrubbed the last plate and handed it to Karsten. “I’m so angry.” She had been going on and on with the idea of Jessi. Now, Karsten was probably fairly aware of their “friendship status.” She ground her teeth, seething. “I mentioned that I thought I knew something that Mack was trying to hide—which I do know, in fact!—and then she just shuts down and bounds off with that Emo-faced boy! Gosh! It’s like somebody’s playing Beethoven on repeat, but music’s on rewind while turning on Elmo and… and… I think I’m going to die if this insanity gets worse, Karsten.” Cassie fell in an exhausted heap onto a kitchen chair. Jessi was so grueling. She looked up at Karsten, the only person she had in the world at the moment, and gave a sad smile. “I think I’m losing my mind.”
Upon this confirmation, she pulled out a blue mustache from her pocket and smoothed it across her upper lip. Elvarso was a character from the former YouTube channel she had created—he was known to be particularly silent and smoldering with anger from things to seeing a cat to watching somebody spit gum on the ground.

Silently, of course (as she was still playing the character of Elvarso) Cassie stood and bounded off to her bedroom. Sheer pink curtains cloaked the windows and bursts of colored paper cranes hung suspended in air by thread and thumbtack. She crossed the room, jumping and almost tripping over a pile of junk – YouTuber’s outfits, such as a “muscle ripped shirt” and different kinds of makeup for dressup – in order to come sit by a little table in the corner, beside the window. There, on the table, was a mess of LEGOs. She let out an uneasy breath and stared with wonder. “The LEGOs has been in my head for a while,” the Blue-Mustached girl murmured to Karsten, as if in some holy place where they should be quiet. Her vivid, blue eyes stayed transfixed on the mess. "I mean, I like LEGOs. Who doesn’t? You know, besides Bob the Builder? But the whole LEGOs thing…” she bit her lip. Should she tell Karsten? Then, feeling resentment to Jessi for all of her tricks and secrets, decided it was better to get it off her chest. “I think it has something to do with a project set up by the Unit. It might… it might have to do with why the Dome is here.”

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name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: in charge!
tagged: kev, ad, jess, ky.
location: town.
occupation: skater.
power: vibes; three bar.
ooc: xx

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Running a hand over her buzz-cut, Hannah-Nora realized that she was probably the best thing that had ever happened to Worther Beach: not only was she devastatingly beautiful, had true grit, was the #1 chick to save these helpless babies, and made the angels weep… but somehow, everyone who had some sort of pain, some sort of fight left in them, levitated to her. And this, my friends, is what makes an army and a general.
Hannah-Nora’s shoes burst into dim colors of light with every hard step she took. Glancing at Kyle, she smiled. He still had the Muscle Milk. “Mon,” she sighed, as if he was beginning to exasperate her. This was untrue, because besides looking in the mirror, there were no other kids her age that actually had any intellect. “You gotta undastand. I am da officer of da army and I call da shots.” She mimed holding and pistol and pulling the trigger, stumbling back from the force. Then she smiled, revealing dangerous white pearls that, if close enough, would pretty much bite anything. The little Jamaican girl turned to Kevon. “Mon. You stink. From here, just this enclosing distance, you reek. Do you even eva take a shower? No. Good. ‘Cause I haven’t tooken a shower in eda! Not since my mada and fada left da FAYZ, and I am so relieved of dat, too, ‘cause dey were just annoying: ‘Hannah-Nora, do dat,’ ‘Hannah-Nora, do dis!’ It just ruins ya foreva, all of dat pushing ‘round!” She sighed, leaning back on the balls of her feet as her mind rambled on in the past. “Den I finally had enough and I ate bod of my parents.” She stroked Lucy’s shimmering scales lovingly. Had Hannah-Nora really eaten her parents? Well. If you knew Hannah-Nora, everything was in the realm of possibility…
Seeing the SUVs and the group of teenagers in the distance, her eyes grew wide as she realized she was left exposed in the sun. She fell to her stomach and began doing a concentrated army crawl toward the group. “Ya don’t get on da ground, mon,” she warned Kyle. “Whad if my milk gots dirt in it? Ya just follow behind me.” And with that, the little girl began to creep up on the group of delinquents… all while a smug six-foot boy—who was pretty darn hard to miss in a crowd, much less in the open—and a confused boy—although not very tall, but having a unique sense of placement in this so-called “war”—trailed behind.

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name: henry “wes” mullintz.
age: 13 years old.
feeling: lonely.
tagged: anatasie.
location: town, the pink house.
occupation: student.
power: disappearance; two bar.
ooc: xx

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The tension building in his shoulders finally released its painful grip on him—but not entirely. This girl, this pretty blonde girl, was attempting to make conversation with him. Not only was Wes a quiet, misunderstood boy, but was he bad at conversation! This small intervention caused a whirlwind of panic to overcome him. Sweat broke out on his palms. Embarrassed, Wes looked down. “I…” He stuttered. “I’m Wes.” He switched his jacket and the yellow and red tie to the other arm and reached out a shaky hand, all while keeping his eyes adverted. And on instinct, feeling so inferior to others, so vulnerable to their criticism, glanced at the jacket and tie—both of which had the emblem of Coates academy on them. Clearly she was a Townie, because he had never seen her at the sight. If he had, he could tell that this girl would have already met him. There was something cool and collected about her eyes that made it hard to believe that anybody would dare talk to him: the outcast. The fat kid.
He wet his lips hesitantly. “I’m from Coates… which you already know, huh?” He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. Although it wasn’t scrutinizing or pin-pointing, he still felt very secluded from the world. Which made it harder, having been set off to the side for so long, to socialize with others—it suddenly became clear as noonday that he had no idea how small-talk worked. The brunette’s cherry-red lips twisted into a awkwardness. “How do you pronounce your name?”

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mood: stressed, confined
location: coates academy
r. status: single - amanda(?)
tagged: adam, jessi
power: telekinesis
p. bars four bars

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paragraph(by Helmuth's hand and permission) the Jamaican girl looked up, fury boiling behind her eyes. She raised her plastic gun and pulled the trigger—marshmallows went flying.
"Ouch, you hurt my nose!" He exclaimed, looking down at the short child as she shot him with a marshmallow gun. He cocked an eyebrow a moment later and a smirk tugged at the side of his mouth. Without moving an inch, he levitated the kid with just a single thought and raised her to his eye level. "Much better. Looking down made my neck hurt." His expressions dropped as he studied her. "Hannah-Nora is it? Well, it's nice to finally meet you." He mumbled though his words were far from truthful. "Drew. Drop her. She isn't a part of this." Jessi hissed with her countenance full of ferocity and sternness. He lingered a moment, his black eyes flashing between the girl and the kid. He turned on heel away from the kid, letting her drop to the ground a little too hard. "Fine, fine." He retorted, jostling something in his hand that he had taken from his pocket moments ago. His hands were covering the item so none of the ones around would know. Well, besides him and Marsden of course.

paragraphScarlet shifted beside him, getting him on small edge for an unknown reason. He had forgotten she was present? Possibly. He watched from the corner of his eye as she swept up a small revolver and hid it away in a bag. Jessi caught the other guns swiftly as Mars tossed them to her, though looked at Scarlet sharply. She holstered them though didn't buckle it. Drew noticed that point strongly though didn't make a big deal of it. Mars would take care of her if they tried anything. If he was fast enough anyway. He had learned of Jessi's secrets. At least some of them. And they weren't pretty. They involved deaths. Experiences that no other human being should go through. And she was a lethal weapon that walked around the human world. He looked back to Adam. "You're one of us, Adam. Don't pretend you are not." Drew almost sneered, running his tongue over his lips to wet them. He could see the tension rise in Jessi's face. Oh how he loved that. "What is he talking about?" He heard and watched her inquire to her boyfriend. "Adam. What is he talking about?"

paragraph"I can't believe you've been in the Townie environment for weeks. Just come to our side again and you'll get whatever you want." He swaggered cockily close to them. "Food. Power. A position. A girl to keep you warm at night." He eyed Jessi very closely as he ended off his sentence. Even though she stood firm, he could see the twinge inside her. "Anything and everything you desire."

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paragraphJessi grasped his upper-arm, looking up at him with a word of warning in her eyes. "Adam ..." She insisted, her fingers wrapping firmly around his bicep. "Please ... Let's leave." She caught the look of pleasure in Drew's eyes. She would deal with Adam and his secrets later. But she had a bad feeling they were in too much without any arms or men. "Oh, I think this is yours." He snarled as he tossed the item to her. She caught it in rough hands but for a moment didn't look at it. "We have better things to be doing anyway." She said firmly and with a sharp look into Adam's eyes, walked briskly from the scene. She uncovered her hand, letting her eyes be revealed to the item. A silver chain necklace with a slug on the end. She shoved it immediately in her pocket and continued her saunter. Drew would soon have a red dot above his heart, even without knowing about it. But now, now she had to deal with other things. Adam, for one. To interrogate him to no end and ask him what that was all about. Then to stop the Latina and African girl. They needed to be prepared now. They needed to finally be prepared for Drew and be able to stop him if he were to make an attack. And then ... Cassie. She needed to see Cassie now. She needed a break and even though that was far from one, it would do. And the younger Darko was coming with her.

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卐 ➝ mood anxious, guilty
卐 ➝ where Cassie's house
卐 ➝ power Psionic Blast, not in use
卐 ➝ tagged Cassie
卐 ➝ affiliation townie
卐 ➝ ooc xx
卐➝ ooc[/b] I'M BAAAAAACK of this header but I'm terrible at coding.?
Karsten English
Karsten German
Mars
Draken English
Draken German
Unison Karsten & Draken

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Karsten's breathing became shallow, in short, small breaths. In the silence, he started wondering where Jessi was. He hadn't seen her often I'm the past month. What was she up to, and.. where was she? A tang of guilt built up, making his complexion a little pinker, redder. What had he done? He was supposedly on a mission to somehow capture Jessi with Mars on his butt, without killing himself or involving Cassie, or Jared.. or anybody else? He is supposed to keep up with the girl, then he loses her. Karsten has no idea where the queen of Russia is, most likely plotting against the country and taking over the world. And what is Karsten doing? Lolly gagging around like he has nothing else to do.

What am I going to do? What am I going to do.. The same terrifying question went around and around in his mind, tossing and turning and crumpling ideas together, then plucking them up and into the trash. He has his eye-brain-melty-thingy. I mean, he had just recently blown up Cassie's oven lights without her knowing about it.. Karsten shifted, wondering when she would open the oven and find the broken glass scattered inside. And then he mutated her emotions when they exited the basement after the fallout.. but what else could he do? Mutate emotions and blow electronics up? He had to have been able to do something else. If he could damage electronics, mutate emotions after linking to the person, couldn't he be able to do more to the person's mental stability? What about.. giving them a killer migraine? Pfft, lame. How about having them go insane, or.. making them normal, or maybe even.. killing them? A light bulb lit up in Karsten's head.

Cassie started jabbering in anger. Karsten never was great at consoling people. He looked down at Cassiw as she plopped down in a chair. She reached it o her pocket and pulled out a blue mustache. "Well, Ms. Mustache, don't lose your mind. Lock it up and hide it away. The only thing you con do right now is do something about it. You know.. plan." He didn't really know where he was going with this. His brain was mush by now, from both lack of sleep, stress, the thought of his eye-brain-melty-thingy and the small breaths he was taking. Karsten fumbled around, laying his eyes on his iPod and flopping over, turning the music off and walked back to Cassie. He took a deep breath, feeling his lungs stretch as he inhaled. He bent down slightly, trying to find her eyes, then she looked up. Karsten stared at her for a few moments.

Ms. Mustache stood up and started walking towards the back of the house, leaving Karsten to fend for himself and figure out if he was supposed to follow. He hesitantly started walking behind her, straightening up. They walked down a short hallway, and he crept behind her into her room. Honestly, this was the first time he had been in anybody else's bedroom other than his mother's and theirs. He'd never been in his father's, surprisingly. His parents slept in different bedrooms, which didn't bother him really. Or.. at all. Cassie still continued to talk about LEGOs. He shook his head. "The Unit..?" He was confused. A sudden rush of anxiety rushed to him, and he tipped his head towards town. "Something is going on." He frowned, lying his hand onto Cassie's shoulder. His shallow breaths returned. "Mars." He whispered to himself, barely audible.