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"Your mom would be proud of you." Ronan smiled slightly. He hoped she would be. Ronan started to feel a tightness in his chest as Alec looked at him as he said the comforting statement, and he turned back to the cabin gathering the plates.

"Yeah, let's eat some breakfast while we're at it." He said moving towards the cabin in an effort to do something rather than think about his mom. He wondered every once in a while if she might think bad if him, if he should have continued to look for her, or if she was out there and needed his help, but he believed in the rebellion's cause and after a year of looking it became harder and harder to believe that she was still out there alive.

He shook his head a bit rolling his shoulders back and entering the cabin as Alec opened the door for him. It didn't matter in the long run. What mattered now was saving lives from the government who seemed to only care for their own well-being and image while others were impoverished, and starving left in the collapsed economy hands, with no one to look after them. Those were the people that mattered. He set the dishes down on the table turning to look at Emil for his answer, while he took the time to set each plate out whipping the dust off of a few roughly with his hand.

Tyler entered as they asked the question clapping both Ronan and Alec on the back before continuing towards Sadie. "Morning sleepyhead." He said in a deep tone, as he watched Tyler immediately set into poor Sadie who already seemed flustered enough sitting next to Stevie. "If Sadie had any nightmares about you she probably would have woken up screaming, and then maybe you'd have been up by seven." He said smirking, while he turned back to the dishes, opening one of the kitchen drawers to pull out a handful of forks, and butter knives, and leaning over Emil to press the button on the old beat-up rusty toaster, before the toast burned.

[hxenir]

[ 𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑪 ] 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒚.𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓:𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓.𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏:𝑩𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎,𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒏.𝑻𝒂𝒈:𝑹𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏 𝑬𝒎𝒊𝒍 𝑻𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆 & 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆

"Morning Tyler," the Burnett said just as he felt Tyler's hand clapped his shoulder. Alec reached over and grabbed a peach not really bothered to wash it he just bit in. The male rolled his eyes as Tyler's comment about Sadie's dreams but he couldn't help smirking at what Ronan had to say about it. "Ya Tyler did you have any dreams about me?" Alec said jokingly with a wink and then let out a small laugh. Alec looked around the room seeing everyone who stood there. Some of them he was very close to others not as much but he'd grown to care about them even with there ups and downs. Alec walked past the toaster as Ronan turned it off and grabbed a piece of toast as it popped. The toast was warm and slight burnt but Alec didn't mind he grabbed a plate, fork, and butterknife for himself. Then set the plate down where he would be sitting. He made another lap around the table to set up plates, cups, and silverware around all the other seats."How was the morning walk, Stevie? Anything interesting?" The male said as he walked behind her. The male walked over to the windows and opened them as the smell of bacon just grew more and more intense. Alec started hearing more footsteps shuffling upstairs which meant the rest were starting to wake up. Luckily for them, breakfast was almost ready. They didn't have to witness Emil's attempt at cooking. Then Alec smelt something burning. "Hey, Sadie do you smell tha.....the bacon is burning!!!" Alec's voice went from calm to a bit frantic as he watched the pan starting catching flame. "Well, I guess the others will have to witness our terrible cooking skills," Alec muttered.

[skydust]

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Role: Adviser ⪼ Power: Mind Reading ⪼ Location: Government HQ ⪼ Tags: Open

Adrians head shot up as someone knocked on his door. Slowly standing up, he rearranged his face into a confident smirk, the dreadful feeling of emptiness already fading as he made his way to do the door. Opening it up and standing tall, he was met face to face with the director. He kept his face calm, and made room for the director to enter, but behind his blue eyes he felt anger rage beneath his pupils. The only man in his way of complete power and victory was the one currently walking into his office and sitting down on a chair like he owned the place. Well, he did. And that just made Adrian even more furious. Keeping a charming smile plastered on like drying paint, he walked over to his chair and sat down. Folding his hands on the desk, he peeked up beneath black eyelashes.

“I thought I was going to see you at the meeting later. Something the matter?” he said like he didn’t want to squeeze the man's neck like a balloon until he popped. The director gave a smile. A sound escaped him sounding like a mix between a chuckle and a scoff before he leaned forward as Adrian had already done.

“Well, change of plans Adrian. Instead of the meeting, I want you checking up on the lab and seeing how the progress is going with the flower. Those buffoons down in the lab keep telling me about all this science mumbo jumbo, when I really just want the thing duplicated,” he harrumphed.

Adrian could feel the tips of his ears getting red from anger. His body seemed to be practically boiling and was about to explode any second. He gave another tight lipped smile, before nodding. “Of course. I’ll see how progress is going.”

“Good. I’ll inform you of any new details once I get done with the meeting,” the director said before getting up from the chair and adjusting his black tie. Adrian just sat there, his nails digging into the handles of his office chair. The director took all his notes and plans Adrian had made last night, before leaving his office. Adrian’s face fell like a fly getting swatted. He ran his hands through his wavy brown hair, a laugh escaping him that was anything but humorous. He would destroy that man one day. One day.

[fun]

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[skydust]

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Role: Scavenger/Spy ⪼ Power: Shapeshifting ⪼ Location: Kitchen ⪼ Tags: Emil, Tyler, Alec, Ronan, Stevie (Isabella)

Sadie nodded at Emil's response. She would have to get some of her things after breakfast. Hopefully they wouldn't run into any government officials. She looked back to the pan and poured some of the batter into it. She still felt a little awkward standing next to Stevie as she waited for one side of it to turn firm. She could practically feel her eyebrows scrunched together. Her attention was suddenly grabbed by someone else entering the kitchen. Tyler grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl before making his way over to Sadie and nudging her with his hip. Tyler was probably one of the people she had gotten the closest with while staying with the rebellion. He always made her laugh and seemed to make any situation better, no matter how bad it seemed. She definitely had a crush on him, and tried not to make it noticeable, even if her cheeks betrayed her by blushing like an idiot every second he was around. She nudged him back when he asked if she had any dreams about him.

“I wouldn’t dare to have any dreams about you when your breath smells like bananas,” she said wrinkling up her nose jokingly and throwing him a small grin. Her cheeks were only dusted a little pink as she turned back to her pancakes and flipped the one she had going over. She laughed at Ronan and Alec's teasing, putting the finished pancake on a plate and then starting another. She turned to look at Alec when he addressed her, but then the pan with the bacon caught on fire and she quickly reached forward to try and take it off the burner. Her fingers grazed the side on accident and she yanked her hand back and hissed at the pain. Emil took the pan off the burner, and made a comment towards Alec and Ronan as Sadie quickly ran her hand under cold water for a minute. She winced at the pain, but turned off the tap so they didn’t waste any more water.

“Well that was eventful,” she said trying to laugh through the pain. Her fingers felt like they were on fire. She’d have to visit Isabella later on when she was done making the pancakes.

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She nodded listening to him "I hope we are, it would be great to work with someone familiar every once in a while. Rather than soldiers, I help and then never see again." She said watching him busy about by the flowers. She complained, but it always made her happy to help others, especially when they were cases she could control like the odd broken rib, slash wound rather than the virus she used to fight before, it felt easier to her, more safe working in the controlled environment in the government buildings.

After commenting Ezra turned around smiling at her with a bit of a goofy face before he wished her good like "hopefully, you make it out of there without any broken bones." Her eyebrows furrowed slightly at Ezra's peculiar behavior. "Yes, well I hope so too." She said slightly amused by comment.

She had understood from talking to him often that Ezra had a hard time among the others in the government, especially Adrian who seemed not to like him very much, she couldn't understand why though. Adrian could be harsh and cold, but Andra had at least not experienced many problems with him in the past aside from a rude comment once or twice, but she could understand the pressure put on him was very significant, and that could make anyone feel overwhelmed and short-tempered.

She paused thinking for a moment before adding "Well if anything were to happen, at least I'm a doctor." She added feeling slightly clever in her response. "Yes, thank you! I'll get out of your space so you can eat." She said grabbing her coffee and nodding goodbye before she left the lab to head back to her office. Once there she stepped inside and finished her coffee quickly before she grabbed the file of papers from her cabinet, and headed down the hallway in the opposite direction. She jumped in the elevator, stepping into the corner after she pressed the button for the second floor from the top, and waited patiently.
Once the doors slid open she stepped out walking past the secretary whom she paused to greet. She checked to make sure Adrian wasn't currently seeing someone, and after she got confirmation she headed towards his office, stopping to knock on the door, before opening it.
"Hello sir, I'm here with my paperwork from my previous project." She said entering the room, " . . . and I understand you already have new work for me." She said nodding to Adrian with a small smile

[daughter]

❝ 𝐅 𝐑 𝐄 𝐘 𝐀 !! ❞

role rebel fighter| age 20 | gender female | mentions x | tags emil, sadie, others in kitchen
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freya's hand hung over the side of her bed, her finger tips brushing the cool floors lightly. at the feeling of a wet spot on her wrist, bee began to stir awake. with a few more licks, the frigid air in the room making her skin crawl, freya sat up with a groan. her body ached with every movement, not fully recovering from her rigorous training she was putting herself through. knowing that if she were to stand any chance against the government's soldiers, she had to condition kept her mind straight though. with one hand, she rubbed her eyes as they adjusted to the brightly lit room, and with the other she scooped up francis, her black cat. francesca III was his official title though it was easier to call him francis. the cat was old, came from before the outbreak, and gray patches surrounding his face. the white made him look like an old, grumpy man, which bee usually referred to him as since he had stopped responding to his name years ago. he had actually been her aunt's cat though freya was unsure if he remembered her exactly. typically, he was unaware of where he was half the time.

bee swung her feet out from under the warmth of her quilted blankets and onto the startlingly cold wood. quickly, she scrambled into the bathroom, where the tiles were only worse. clenching her jaw, which she had a habit of doing when she was uncomfortable, her hands went to preparing a shower. the water was unpleasant, as to be expected so this was no surprise to freya as she stepped in. with nimble fingers, she went to work on untangling her hair and scrubbing her skin. the water, despite its drastic temperature, was refreshing and invigorated the young woman. this time as she stepped out onto the tiles, freya had a pep in her step. she walked back into her room, the area small but cozy. knickknacks lined shelves along with old books and mementos. bee picked up francis with her foot, moving him out of her path. "move mister." she slipped on her faded denim shorts that were entirely too big on her, and a soft, cream colored cotton undershirt that hung loosely on her small frame. her nails picked at the sleeves that had been long frayed due to this. with a look around the room, bee found her old boots that had molded to her feet perfectly and some thick socks. no matter the weather, her feet were always cold. she took a quick note of where her bow and quiver were hanging in the corner that was hidden underneath layers of clothes. freya scrunched up her nose and picked up the hunting jacket that had been her father's off the floor before walking out of the room, francis trailing at her feet.

the noises from the kitchen were no surprise to freya. mornings were always busy it seemed in the cabin and a crowd always formed where food would be. bee took in a deep breath, her shoulders falling with the release. "smells amazing in here." freya took a seat at the counter and brushed her wet hair out of her face after the ends dripped a couple droplets onto the surface. she could feel francis lingering at her feet, clawing at her shoes. freya looked at emil as she spoke. "got any scraps for francis? old man is getting greedy." normally, he would just scavenge outside for vermin but he was getting older and too slow for the fleeting animals.

freya's eyes widened at the flame that leapt from the pan that stevie was tending to and could hear the sound of pain from sadie after her hand brushed the hot metal. bee bit her lip, knowing the pain. burns to her were one of the worst, physical afflictions. "you good over there sadie?"

[skydust]

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Role: Adviser ⪼ Power: Mind Reading ⪼ Location: Government HQ (Laboratory) ⪼ Tags: Alexandra, Manoli (Ezra)

His attention was drawn back to the door when he heard a soft knock and it opened again to reveal Alexandra stepping into his office. His face quickly screwed back up into a charming smile, his mouth already hurting from keeping it plastered on. His emotions still burned inside him and he watched her enter with an intense gaze. He looked to her hands when she mentioned the paperwork she had for him. He quickly got up and stood to his full 6’1” and walked over. He took the paperwork and put it on his desk to look through when he was done with the little assignment the director had given him. The thought of not being in that meeting still made his blood boil. He gave her a tight lipped smile as she mentioned he had another project for her.

“Yes. I was actually just about to come down and give it to you,” he gestured for her to follow him as he exited his office, making long strides in the direction of the lab. “I need to check up on the progress Dr. Zephyr is making, as well as assigning you a new project which I need your full attention on.”

He paused at the secretaries desk. Manoli was just another person Adrian didn’t care that much about. She was just another employee, and he was just her superior. The red head didn’t really show any signs of not following directions, so he just left her along and gave her orders from time to time. He walked up to the desk and leaned forward. “Notify me right away when the director gets out of that meeting. Understand?” he said in a low voice. He didn’t wait for an answer, and continued his way to the lab.

Finally making the way to his destination, he opened the lab doors to find Ezra not inside. He automatically frowned, his fists clenching just a tad before he turned swiftly around to face Alexandra. “Please get Dr. Zephyr in here. Now,” he stated, his voice strained with the anger he had only suppressed minutes ago.

[.:Tempest:.]

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Andra watched as Adrian stood up, from behind his desk approaching her with a raised smile and intense gaze. Andra was rather tall for most women at 5'8, but Adrian's combined qualities and powerful persona were still enough to intimidate her slightly though she did not show it. He grabbed her folder setting it on his desk before he expressed his intent on checking in with Ezra, and filling her in. She nodded diligently. "Of course." She said before she followed him out of the office after his gesture.

Adrian walked rather fast with long strides, and Alexandra kept up well, but with a tad bit of strain, because of the sheath skirt and short heels, she was wearing. She followed him quickly pausing as he gave orders to the secretary. 'I wonder what the director is having a meeting for.' she thought curiously to herself before Adrian took off again. Andra waved to Manoli quickly before following him back to the lab. She paused questioning whether she should ask him about his morning but stopped herself deciding that she'd rather wait until they were settled.

She followed him into the lab only then realizing as she walked in that Ezra wouldn't be there. She thought quickly trying to come up with a reason for his absence, but before she could Adrian turned around with a certain strained intensity in his voice "Please get Dr. Zephy in here. Now." "Of course." She said once more, nodding and exiting the room calmly, but quickly.

Once out of Adrian's line of sight she picked up her pace slightly, turning the corner and heading towards the cafeteria area in the building. She entered through one of the connecting hallways and stopped to scan the various tables and small cafe lines for Ezra's timid frame.
Finally, she spotted him at the end of one of the establishments. It wasn't clear to her if he had already ordered or eaten yet, but she went up to him briskly grabbing one of his arms.
"Adrian is in the lab. . . He wants to see you . . . now." She said with a slightly anxious tone, and a heavy emphasis on the word now so that he understood the importance of the situation. She turned to head back the way she came without much of a pause, stopping only to look over her shoulder once in a while to check if he was following her.

[loulou800]

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The awkwardness could be felt in the air between Stevie and Sadie. Although these two girls were the same age, they just didn't get along. Stevie's aura just radiated intimidation, which made the meek girl beside her all the more mousey. She almost smirked at the girl's clear discomfort to stand next to her, her hair covering part of her face to act as a curtain. She rolled her eyes. She really wasn't that scary. She thought that Sadie was just not good at confrontation, which, to be fair, wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but there was no reason for Stevie to confront her unless she thought she was doing something stupid. So, while the girl refused to acknowledge her (she wasn't going to acknowledge her, either), she just decided to ignore her as the pan finally heated to a good temperature. Unzipping the bag of bacon, she placed several strips on the rusty pan, enough for everyone to have a strip or two. On the other pan, she decided that she'd make some scrambled eggs, so that way she could fit more eggs on at once.

She made sure to turn down the heat a little on the bacon, so it wouldn't burn. Taking out a big silver bowl from one of the cabinets, she cracked some eggs, turning her shoulder when she heard Ronan and Alec come back into the house, along with Tyler and Freya just a few minutes later. She gave the boys nods of her head, and gave the latter both small smiles that didn't reach her eyes. She really didn't have anything against them, really, but she wasn't close with either of them. They were just people that didn't tick her off as some others folks did. When she noticed Tyler walk over to Sadie, shamelessly flirting with her, she couldn't help but visibly roll her eyes as she grabbed a whisk, whisking up the eggs so they became nice and fluffy. Could they not take it outside? she thought, a little irritated. I don't even know what he sees in her. Tyler was easily a pretty outgoing and friendly guy, and, dare she say it-- attractive, too-- but for him to flirt with a girl who probably couldn't make up her mind between bacon or eggs was beyond her. With her mind still in thought, she walked over to the seasonings and spices rack, picking out salt and pepper to season the eggs with. There really wasn't time to be all fancy and add in cheese and mushrooms and all those things, so simplicity would have to do. "Yeah, my walk was fine," she replied, hearing Alec's question about her morning walk. As she checked the pepper bottle for any signs of expiration, and was about to say more in response, Alec all of a sudden yelped that the bacon was burning.

Stevie whipped around, dropping the bottle on the table as she swore, turning off the heat for the bacon. She kneeled down, rummaging around in one of the lower cabinets to find a lid that was big enough for the pan. Finding one, that was albeit a little small but would do the job, she got back up with the lid, only to have Emil take the pan off the stove, but not before Sadie tried to reach for the pan herself. Well, that could work, too, she thought. The girl had burned herself before Emil could grab the pan. Typical. How did she even burn herself, was she touching the rim or something? She motioned for Emil to place the pan on one of the inner stoves where there was no heat at-all before she placed the lid on top. She inspected the bacon. It was a little charred in some places, but it wasn't inedible. People could still eat it. If they were going to be super picky about, she'd eat the really burned ones, she didn't mind. After-all, she hadn't been watching the bacon properly, so it was her fault. "Sorry guys," she muttered, addressing everyone as she ran a hand through her wavy ponytail, biting her lip. "I'll eat all the burned ones." While Stevie was a proud person, she did own up to her mistakes. She was embarrassed about the burning fiasco, sure, but she wasn't going to let embarrassment win over admitting what she had done wrong.

Turning the heat back on to the bacon stove, she lifted the lid, placing it on the table before flipping the bacon, making sure the heat was now at eight o'clock. She returned back to the pepper, finding that it wasn't expired just yet, to which she sprinkled it into the eggs, along with the salt. Placing both bottles back onto the spices rack, she did a few more quick stirs before testing the heat of the egg pan. It was at a good temperature, so she poured the eggs in. A slight sizzling sound could be heard from them (not louder than the bacon, though), to which she spent two minutes or so just stirring it around; cooking them before bringing out a big plate. Using the spatula that had handled the bacon, she poured the eggs on the plate. The serving would be enough for everyone to have a decent amount (she'd used a lot of eggs-- they were also good for you!). She walked over to the eating table, where she placed the eggs in the centre. She felt like a mother or something, feeding her kids who were patiently waiting at the table. It was a little weird. She didn't say anything as she placed the eggs in-front of them before going back to tend to the bacon.

After about ten more minutes, the bacon was finally all cooked and crispy. She separated the really burnt ones on a small plate, which would be hers. She placed the rest on another big plate. Placing both pans in the sink for them to soak, she made sure that the heat was all turned off before bringing the dishes over to the table, where she sat down beside Ronan, the other seat beside her empty. In-front of her sat Freya. The table in-front of them was made of wood as well, and the seats were a little creaky but comfortable nonetheless. Thankfully, there were enough chairs in the kitchen for them to all have a seat, but if there wasn't then there'd be spaces on the couches in the living room for people to sit at. Sometimes Stevie would go there to sit if she felt particularly moody. She laid her plate in-front of her, not eating just yet. She was waiting for the pancakes and toast that Sadie and Emil were taking forever on to come to the table. She wasn't that rude to eat without waiting for others (unless, again, she was in a foul mood). She turned to Ronan, rubbing at her eyes a bit. "You really need to tone it down on your snores, man," she mumbled with a small laugh as she pushed her plate forward so she could rest her arms on the table, and her head on-top of her arms. Her blue eyes looked up at him as she continued to speak, her head facing him. "When I left this morning all I could hear was your elephant snores. I'm surprised no-one else woke up, everyone was just passed out." As usual, she added to herself.

While she waited for his answer, her ears dialed in to another person entering, and the sound of the soft voice was none other than Isabella's. She was scolding Stevie on burning herself (yes, for the third time that week), and thank goodness for that. Sadie never learned. Stevie sometimes felt like she was dealing with a little kid when Sadie so aimlessly did things that she really should've been more aware of. She wondered if she had too much carelessness in her childhood for her to be the way that she was now. Who was looking after her as a kid? Her thoughts became all grumbly; thinking about Sadie just gave her a headache. She was shaken by her thoughts by Francis, whose tail brushed by her feet. She quickly peered under, seeing his bright eyes stare up at her. She couldn't help but grin. She had a soft spot for animals, such as the squirrel she had seen earlier today, so to see the old cat was nice indeed. "He can have a piece of bacon. Or one of my burnt pieces." she said in response to Freya, jerking her head to the dishes in-front of them. "Do cats eat bacon?"