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location: the streets

feeling: un-amused

power: mnemokinesis

tagged: dylan french

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remmi-lee had to admit that it were kind of obvious that dylan wasnt havent any gang problems, infact the boy was probably in a calm state before the girl had come crashing down on him. remmi was always trouble, people knew that by now, whenever she were around something bad would happen, something she could erase. at the beginning of the encounter with dylan she considered more than once of just twisting the boys memory and then running off, but instead she waited by to see how things would play out.

"rain," she muttered after the boy mentioned it, in her mind it were a terrible idea. rain meant cooping up in a small house trying to stay dry, but remmi-lee wasnt one to sit still, rain just made her time on the streets worse than they already were. "thats the dumbest thing ive heard in this past week," she snapped even though in the current week the girl hadnt heard mush from anyone. at this point remmi want hanging around a gang, the fact was remmi-lee couldnt stick to any, something would always go down, never a happy ending, if those even existed anymore.

the girl looked forward past the boy to the street she would have ran down if it werent for the collision, dylan referred to it the same way she would have, down there. "do i ever really know where im going?" she answered in question not quite sure is she would hear an answer. the question of location made the girl curious as to why dylan was out here, "what about you-" she paused looking back to him," where were you heading?"

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

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The need for a cup of tea -- a habit she had formed for relieving stress -- now had such a strong pull of desire that she almost kicked Jessi in the shin to get past her. This move wouldn't only enable the YouTuber to slip past, but it would also release some resentment that had been building up for the past weeks. But the Russian girl wouldn't budge from her position, standing in the middle of the doorway. Cassie let out a long, frustrated sigh through her nose. "Ooh, Adam... your little friend --" The blonde girl whirled on him, her face a mask of revenge. "-- if she has said she's your friend, she's probably kidding. So, let me do us both a favor and give me the knife." A passing fancy came over her, imagery of a dark, grimy prison cage, shackles, starved and moaning prisoners praying for forgiveness; a beefy man, standing in the corner with a bloody chopping block, with a mask over his face as he rumbled a laugh. Yes! This? This Cassie could perform.

But she knew that, in truth, there was no way she could hurt Jessi. No way-- not even in simple anger, by attacking the girl's shins with fictional kung-fu. As much as she sensed a deep betrayal from Jessi, she could also understand the girl's point of view: Jessi was part of the Unit. She couldn't have simply spilled the beans before the FAYZ that she was in some sort of military project and Cassie was a primary focus. That would just ruin it.

Cassie shoved her hands into her pockets, deciding to play it cool. Her norm of smiling or possessing a humorous air was absent. But for the moment, she decided to address Jessi's question and all the feeling behind it. "You lied to me, Jessica." Oh, yes. Cassie was mad: she used Jessi's full name. But she didn't yell, because where would yelling get her? Cassie's dusty blue eyes wandered from her friend's beautiful, tanned face to the window sill, where the small black umbrella totem lay still in the noonday sun. "I can understand if it was valuable, if it would save you your job in the Unit." Her lower lip folded in against her nervous, gnawing teeth. "But I need to know: and I will give up on-on this distant relationship you and I have formed over the past two weeks and get over myself. Okay? I just want to know if you are truly my friend?"

Cassie glanced over in the direction of where Karsten had bounded over to. Then she added, "And to answer your question, since the house has been looted... I thought he could come over and help clean up. I don't really have anybody to talk to. Jared has ran off with the lady who flipped me off, you're saving the world... and I'm just staying around the house. She stroked her thumb over the blue mustache taped to her upper lip. It had become a prop in the "Shaye Pingpong" YouTube channel she hadn't let go of easily. Now with the internet down, she was beginning to miss the insane gags she pulled over on people. But she still had the camera, which meant she was still making videos. But lately, the comedy had calmed down, and almost everything had become part of some sort of journal. It was similar to her writing down history, but in her own words. It had become part of her life.

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name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: all the feelz.
tagged: kevon.
location: town.
occupation: the devil.
power: vibes; two bar.
ooc: xxx.

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Hannah-Nora was mad. Hot red heat pulsed through her as she angrily stomped behind Kevin, kicking up clouds of dust on their march back to Worther Beach. In fact, there was such a frustration at his superiority -- taking control of the situation with Drew, denying her of her rights -- that she ignored the blinking lights in her Dora the Explorer boots. If she could of gotten a boost, living at disadvantage upon being four-feet tall with an ego that stretched as far as the east was from the west, she could've seen the town in the distance. Buildings, Florida trees gathering about the estuary and a whole lot of kids who would laugh in her face when they found out that Kevin had pulled her away from the fight.

Her black eyes, narrowed at his tromping feet, glanced at his head. Her scowl went deeper. "Come on!" She shouted. "Get goin'! Ya wanna coward from da fight? Den let's go! I don' wanna stay out here foreva!" She swung the marshmallow gun away from her and shoved past him, making sure not to brush his skin in hopes to not get barbequed. After marching ahead for a while, trying to give him the silent treatment, her lip began quivering and her eyes welled up red. "I could've killed him, Kevon!" She wailed. Throwing her head back, she dropped to her knees and started bawling. Even if she was a little more mature than other children her age, she was definitely not past the crying fits. But now, the anger was gone.

Humiliation in the face of her enemy was devastating; what was worse was that all she wanted was her mada and fada and they weren't here to comfort her. Apparently the last month had taken its toll on the poor little Jamaican child. Boiling fear streamed from her eyes, cascading from her chubby red cheeks like a water fountain. Her stomach dropped out and her throat felt too swore, too worn out from her bickering and shouting to even whimper.

After a moment, she stood. Although her sobbing was done for, she still cried a little bit -- and she felt pukey. Wrapping herself up in her shawl, she looked up at him with big, glossy eyes. "I want a Popsicle," she hiccuped. "I don't wanna do dis anymore. I ain't gonna eva fight Dew, so why look afta me, Kevon? What importance do I have to ya?" She let out a sigh, trying to relieve some pressure behind her eyes. Her shoulders sagged with fatigue, but even so, she didn't want to give in to the fear of what the Drew Crew could take over town and put her in some cage. Maybe that was what was driving her crazy. Causing her to go into asthma attacks at random moments in the day and then trying to overcome that fear with triumph. But it didn't work. It just didn't. Drew still scared her, she was still a little silly girl... and now nobody was doing anything about the real nightmare coming their way. And what was worse? She could feel the vibes coming off of Drew that something big and bad was about to happen. But she couldn't do a thing about it.

Quietly, she murmured, "Can you please carry me, Kevon? My pride has been wounded and it is hurtin' in my piggy toe."

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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.
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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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Age: 14
Crush: None
Boyfriend: None
Tagged: Wes; Hannah-Nora (Kyle)

Anastasie smiled and nodded. "Cool name. Um, it is pronounced Ana- stah- zee. It is the French version of Anastasia. And, um, I am from Coates, too. I just don;t want to wear that wretched uniform anymore. I hated that place, and I wasn't that popular. I just had a small group of friends, and I kept to myself. Were you popular at all?" Anastasie crooked her head a bit, and waited for a reply. It was true that, for such a bold girl, Ana was quite shy. At Coates, that is. If Wes was any popular, Ana wouldn't have known, because she didn't know many people. Everybody rejected her, really. They thought she was weird, knowing how to use a machete, and all.

Kyle quietly listened, as a smirk spread across his face. The smirk quickly disappeared when Hannah-Nora had said that she ate her parents. Was it true? Kyle had not known enough about Hannah-Nora to know. He watched her, amused, but a bit confused and concerned for his life. Would Hannah-Nora end up eating him one day? Kyle pondered the thought, until Hannah-Nora started talking to him again. Don't get on the ground, he could handle that. Just follow behind, that was the harder part. Kyle wasn't very good at sneaking around, so much as walking flawlessly. Kyle could barely walk two steps without tripping, a lot like Anastasie. But, Kyle tried his best to walk silently behind her.

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A soft click sounded as Evan paced on the pavement of the sidewalk. She wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. She wasn't quite sure what to do with anything, really. Her whole life had changed so quickly, and she hadn't any time to process what was happening until it was far too late. Raising her hand, she examined it as if it were a foreign object, and clutched it tightly as if she was about to swing at an invisible opponent. A small crackling sound was heard, and as she slowly opened her hand again she realized it had slightly frosted over, however the cold didn't bother her like it should have. I got to get control of this crap, or else this is gonna end badly for me.
She still hadn't gotten used to the idea that, as of lately, she was an absolute freak and her previous life was over. It was like she jumped straight into a comic book, where all of what should have been the rules of normality were broken. Shaking her head, she had to remind herself not to think like that. Things ain't gonna get any better if you're nothin' but a Negative Nelly, hun. However, it was very hard for her to not be negative about her situation. To put it plainly, it sucked, and she had no idea how to solve it or help herself. Not to mention the fact that she wasn't the only one suffering these problems. Speaking of others, she honestly had no idea what the other kids were up to. In fact, she didn't even know their names. In general, she stuck to herself and found that she had little time or patience for friends. Good going Evan, now you're in the middle of some chaotic breakdown and you have absolutely no allies.
Evan shook her head, doing her best to wipe away those thoughts while she continued walking, kicking rocks she found every now and then along the way. She decided to pay more attention to her new found ability, and frowned for a moment as she realized she had no idea how the logic behind it worked. Understanding the basics of what her power was, - which was she was able to freeze things over, be able to make her own ice, be able to make small snow bursts, and not really be bothered by the cold - she still had no idea how it worked biologically. How exactly can I do this? It makes no sense. I should be able to feel slight cold bursts, I definitely shouldn't be able to do this... She thought to herself as she made golf ball sized snowballs in her hands.
She noted that whenever she wasn't thinking straight or couldn't control her emotions at the moment, that her power seemed to leek through, as it had earlier when she had accidentally frosted over her hand. Man, that's gonna be an issue later, she thought bitterly to herself, realizing it might be a dead giveaway in a certain situation. However, she decided to cross that bridge when she came to it. For now, she needed to focus on trying to figure out what exactly was going on. She had a feeling something bigger than she realized was happening, and she was missing out big time on it. Plus, she needed food. She had little tidbits at her house, of course, she was more willing to take from others than to use her own supplies. "What if I need it more later?" was a common phrase she repeated to herself.
She realized she didn't even know where any of the kids hung out, or lived, or anything, really. She never took complete interest in them. Evan was sure she talked to them at some point, made simple conversation or the like, but she never really got close to anyone. Remembering names was definitely something she hadn't done. What a great start, Ev. Sighing, she continued walking. Around her, every now and then, she would think she had heard a voice, but she wasn't entirely sure if it was real or just her imagination playing tricks on her. She went on the simple action of continuing to walk, eventually something was bound to happen, but if it didn't she was still right where she was. Either way, she didn't care, but to pass the time, she continued to form tiny snowballs in her hands, as they didn't cost much energy to make and were completely and utterly harmless.

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mood: alarmed, stern, cold
location: cassie's house
friends: adam, cassidy, jared
enemies: drew crew, nazi
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ｔｈｅ ｓｅｃｒｅｔｉｖｅ ｄｅｐｕｔｙ paraThe Russian took a step back, sending Adam a quick glance as Cassie requested the blade from him. "Now Cass--" She started. She was very glad that Adam didn't obey the blonde. Jessi slid the blade from Adam's gloved hands, a firm expression on her face. She threw the knife down, his stern eyes locked with Cassie's. The knife stuck nicely far into the wooden floor by her boot. There was something wild inside of Cassie. She put on an act of hatred and craziness but she could tell there was something deep inside her friend. Was Cassie her friend anymore? She wasn't sure. Jessi wasn't sure.
paragraphBetrayal and hurt flashed upon Cassie's blue eyes, setting off a twinge of lightening inside of Jessi. She waited before speaking, her head down, looking to her tightly tied boots. Every word stung her. Were they friends still? Had they ever been. She had too many secrets. There relationship had been fake. It was all a mission. Everything. All by orders she had been instructed to follow out on. Giving Cassie such information would just put her at a risk of being even more hurt. Suddenly a flash of a memory struck her. Something harsh. Something that she wished never to remember. It was the morning the dome appeared and the FAYZ had started. It was the day .... the day she was instructed to kill the girl she was to pull information from ... the day she realized there fake relationship had turned into something more.
paragraphCassie was turned away from her, talking on about something or another. Jessi slid her bag from her shoulder and set it carefully on the table with a small 'clunk'. Unzipping it and aware that Cassie was stilled turned, she stuck her hand inside and felt around with the two items inside. A weighted item she was very familiar with and then a thick tube like thing. She swallowed and started spinning the silencer around her gun. After it was tight, she pulled it from her bag and with Cassie still unaware of what was happening, lifted it in level of her friend's head. Her finger rested nicely on the trigger though she could not get herself to pull it. Seconds flew past them with Cassie still turned. Her hands were sweating. Her finger was pulling, pulling on the hard trigger but then abruptly Jessi lowered her weapon and tucked it away in her back with a relieved sigh.
paragraphJessi rose her head, her lips in a grim line. Tears made there way to her eyes but she did not let them go. She blinked them away, and took a step toward Cassie. "You are not the only one who has been wounded here, Cassie." She simply moved her hand to Cassie's face and tore the blue mustache from her upperlip and tossed it on the floor. "I was the one who had to lie. To follow out with all the instructions. Even when it meant doing something I didn't want to do." She rose her voice, suddenly feeling a little fury growing within her. When Cassie answered her question about the Nazi, she simply glanced in disgust to where he hid in his fear of them. "C'mon. she growled lowly. "We are going outside to talk."

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name: hel lorelei loptr
gender: female
age: seventeen
tagged marsden
affiliation student
power: will domination; not using
where: town
crush:xx
r. status single
friends: xx
enemies: everybody
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Hel has been living at her parent's home since they disappeared. It was only down the road anyways. Besides, she never liked them anyways. She'd rather live on the street than go back home when her parents were there. Rock was booming out of her earbuds, the volume on high as she danced throughout the street, occasionally looking around for people. The songs were clearly heard from her earbuds, and she sang aloud loudly, shaking her head. Rarely did she listen to rock. She'd usually rather listen to classical or jazz.

Her silky-smooth hair flung around, but quickly untangled and fell flat again. She loved her hair. But actually, she loved everything about her. Her hair, her face, her slim, athletic body. Her mind. Her mind especially. After seeing the effects that she had on the tall, dark curly-haired boy, she felt so.. powerful, energized, her adrenaline never rested to flow through her veins. She had trouble sleeping, but she has bounced back since then. That was the drawback of her power. But really, it was worth it.

The Loki-crazed teenager shot devilish looks at passerby females, and laughed as they ran off in terror. "Bad turns to worse, and worse turns into hell, doesn't it, Hel?" She asked herself, not hiding a grin as she approached town. It wasn't a surprise to see Mars and Drew in town. Not at all. She toned down her ability, a sudden drain of energy almost making her collapse. She caught herself, putting her hand to her head. Hel turned down her music, a unexpected change of feelings. A classical song came on, the violin. She sighed, running her hands through her golden locks, smoothing it down though it was already silky and smooth.

Hel turned off the song, stuffing the MP3 player back into her pockets, letting her hair fall over her shoulders. The pressure of her newly-sharpened dagger pushed her hip, clicked in place of her left pocket. Her crop-top hung loosely a few inches above her belly button, her flowered, thin skirt lain several inches above her knees, and as she passed a hint of sweet cherry blossom followed her. She took a few deal breaths as Adam and some other girl walked off, Mars also parting. Adam disappeared, his fists clenched and his face reddening. After several minutes of them leaving, Hel skipped over to Mars, bumping his hip intentionally and playfully. She didn't know why she did that, actually. And honestly, she didn't care. She wasn't afraid of him, nor his little friends. The simple thought of him being some kind of 'good boy' in this town sickened her, but the manipulation he was capable of was intriguing to that evil little mind of hers.

"Hello, Marsden." Hel's British accent rolled off her tongue smoothly. She winked, poking him in the shoulder. Her tan skin shown underneath the frayed top, and her bright green flats complimented her silvery-blue eyes. A light breeze blew their clothing slightly, and her hair swept behind her and off to the left. She raised an eyebrow. "I heard Drew was back in town?" A grin formed, but vanished as quickly as it appeared. "Any plans, Marsden?"

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ｔｈｅ ｐｏｗｅｒ－ｈｕｎｇｒｙ ｌｅａｄｅｒ paraHe had clandestinely managed to evade itinerant townies on his way into town. Now that Jessica Petrova and Adam Darko, the leaders of the townies, were out of the picture for a while, wherever they may be, he could get to her without delay or being sighted.
Drew made his way up to the large pastel house in a cocky swagger though he was slightly on edge. He did not knock but his entrance to the house wasn't unseen. He simply twitched a finger and the door smoothly creaked open. He stepped inside silently as ever, examining his surroundings. The house was simple, gloomy, and a glowed with a medieval gothic style. Just the way she liked it.

paragraphHis sinister eyes immediately settled on her figure as she swayed in her usual way with her poignant clothing. She was making sandwiches from watch he could tell. He made his way forward so quietly in deep closing steps but then something pulled his attention from her. A small boy sat mindlessly on the floor, flipping a coin between his fingers. A slight smirk tugged at the side of Drew's mouth. McCotty.

paragraphDrew turned his attention back to her, now completely behind her. "Got enough for an extra sandwich?"

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power;; to control fire
age;; sixteen
mood;; annoyed
crush;; nope
friends with;; ---
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xxxxxxxxxIt was her attitude that surprised him. His head reeled back a bit as if he was slapped, and his eyes narrowed. Clearly she wasn't in the mood to talk to him, and didn't seem to be in the mood for anything. This gal is quite rude. Maybe you should ditch her and move off to find others. The thought of leaving made him feel just a bit better, but then it made him feel worse. What if she was acting like this cause she was lonely? Then he would feel ever so guilty for abandoning her. Dylan was in a tough situation, fighting between both good and bad. Finally he took in a deep breath and shuffled his feet. He would just have to stay here and take in this rude woman.
xxxxxxxxxSoon after he was done thinking she spoke again. It seemed to be more to herself than anything else, but being Dylan he just had to respond. "No, I really don't think you know where you are going sense you were running like that...and you weren't paying any attention to where since you hit me square on." his arms suddenly crossed and he gave an annoyed sigh. He wasn't happy with her at the moment, not at all.
xxxxxxxxx"To be honest with you I myself have no clue where I was going...just moving off to somewhere better than this hell." he responded to her question with a slight snap. "But it seems to me that all of us have little space to go considering there is no way out and no way in."

[Helmuth]

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

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Cassie felt paralyzed, her feet glued to the floor. She couldn't even stumble back in shock -- the humility, the dishonor toward the badge of National Association to the YouTubers, shortened into NAYT, was now a nothing. It crumbled in her heart like a burnt house collapsing into a heap of ash.
The blue mustache now lay soundly on the floor, as if Jessi had just spit in her face. Well, actually, the Russian girl sort of had: yelling, that was, and Cassie irritatedly wiped at a spat of saliva on her left cheek. But then, getting back to the embarrassment of her existence on YouTube! The comedian's face boiled red with fury. "You did not just to that, girlfriend!" She ground out. She decided to take a bold leap by shoving Jessi back. Although Jessi was taller, most definitely hotter -- long legs, flawless skin, and dainty features that looked like they were sculpted by the angels themselves; perfect, compared to Cassie, the short, blonde girl with light freckles, a strange smile and not very distinct features. And clearly Jessi lethal, although this fact did not frighten Jessi.
Now this: comparing all of Jessi's betrayal, this, this had to be last straw pulled! ... Actually, in technical speaking, the "straw" was just tugged from her face. Cassie's limbs trembled with the sudden raging flood to attack Jessi, break her legs and start using them as drum sticks against Jessi's face. "You just ripped my pride off of my face, Jessi!" She cried, her voice falling shrill. How could you!? It's like... it's like sinning and eating jelly beans on Lent! You just can't do it, or you'll be brutally murdered!" The girl's face erupted into terror. "I saw it once, on MTV and then I had a nightmare I was strung up naked by my toes and forced to eat all these creamy pasteries so these pope-dudes could actually kill me! That nightmare lasted until I finally started knocking myself out at night to stop it! It isn't pretty, I assure you!"
Angrily, the girl stared at her archnemisis in a way that was very short of absolutely abjuring Jessi from her life. "I'm your best friend, Jessi, and you don't let me in on the cool military secrets?!" She slapped a hand over her mouth and her blue eyes went wet, hurt, and she shook her head, as if Jessi had committed a crime. "And not only that, but do you disrespect the Blue Mustache Man. Shame shame, Jessica Petrova. You and me?" Her lip curled back and she perfected a cat's hiss. "Puur..."

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name: henry "wes" mullintz.
age: 13 years old.
feeling: nervous.
tagged: ana.
location: town.
occupation: student.
power: disappearance; three bar.
ooc: xxx.

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Wes nodded slowly. "Anatasie," he murmured, trying to get the feel of the name. It was slightly unusual, but it also followed a soft ring. He liked it. Hesitantly, he wiped his palms free of the thin sheet of sweat that had spread over them. Then he relaxed a little bit as she told him her true identity: that she was a Coates Academy child as well, just like Wes. But the wheels in his head wouldn't turn. Anatasie? Even though he didn't know her very well, and this was simply a bias based on her tone of speaking and good-natured introductions, he couldn't comprehend this.
Why would Anatasie be in Coates? Worther Beach, Florida, was known for trouble makers: not for sweet, polite girls who tried to reach out to the most ugliest, disgusting boys whom stuttered when they talked.
"Oh." His eyes fell down to the hot pavement, where his suitcase lay. He bent, grabbed it and then looked back at the large, pink house. He wasn't sure what he was going to do next -- and to act on a feeling he got in front of a girl this nice wouldn't be a smart move. Then he ventured slowly, "Do you know if anybody lives here? Because I like this house. Every Christmas, when my aunt picks me up to-to go back home, we drive past this house."
He marveled up at it in wonder, his wide brown eyes reflecting its beauty. "I want to live here. I don't want to go back to Coates, Anatasie." He swallowed and decided that this girl could hold his feelings for the moment. "The kids scare me there. Especially the little Asian girl... Emily. She twists things with her mind..."

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name: jess marsden mccotty.
age: 17 years old.
feeling: dealing with enough.
tagged: hel, scarlet.
location: town.
occupation: student/henchman.
power: none.
ooc: xxx.

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Mars leaned back and dug his hands into his pockets as he watched Jessi and Adam saunter off. It was refreshing to see such a pair -- defiance glowed within and even in the face of certain power. But they were confident, those two, that they could match that challenge. Although Mars was still sticking with Drew's pathetic group, there was definitely an edge of ice to the devotion he continued to hold. And Drew saw this thin line between the brink of which Mars ventured. There would be no return from crossing that line.

He turned away from his gaze on the horizon, watching as Drew sank away and Amanda was given orders to venture to town, when heard that flirty British accent drift toward him. He flashed a smile. Hel was something of a creature to simply behold: never to be used. Why? Because although she was nearly an ally to him, she was also a contagion Mars didn't want to catch. But her hypnosis was interesting. Much different from Drew's telekinesis and Adam's touch of death. Mars himself hadn't ever needed a power. He beheld his own, in a sort. An air he possessed that caused every crowd to cease around him, giving him a command of sorts. He liked that.

"Hello, Hel," Mars said. He grabbed the coin from his pocket and calmly began to wind it around his fingers, the coin whirring in a smear of silver. His brown eyes wandered over to Scarlet, with her redhead and distant eyes. "You look nice. Get a hair cut? New type of makeup? No. Don't answer that." His smile faded into a flicker, a ghost smile. Something that resembled revenge, even though his revenge was pointed at her. It was simply all of the Freaks who thought they could have the world served to them on a silver platter because of their power. Because they possessed a power, whether or not by mutation, birthed out of a surname, money, or beauty. "I'm really not interested in that." Then his eyebrows flashed upward, as if remembering something.

"Oh," the Scottish boy said, smiling. "But I am interested in what you've learned about Jessica Petrova. And what Karsten Lewenhart is going to do about her."