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location: church;; mood: distraught;; tagged: none;; power: none... for now;;

Cold came down on his shoulders like nothing before; that hadn't just been Drew's horrid ways. It had been partially his own dicision, not to mention having the cruelty to go through with it. But hey: sometimes, you had to do some things you really didn't want to do. Mars swung his head to the side, smelling the acrid smoke rise in wafts into the air behind him. From this distance, squinting, he could catch the red flare of Scarlet's head, pouring over with crude dye, with her skinny arms probably crossed and taunting Drew to no end. Well. He'd have to check up on her.
In a few lanky strides, he could make out the look on both Drew's and Scarlet's faces. Drew's? Purely hatred. Scarlet's? That scornful smile she always snapped when ticked enough.
"It's done," he said coolly. He looked over at Scarlet and rose an eyebrow, the slightest of smirks softening the creases around his mouth. Then, walking around her, he was able to whisper into her ear a chilly taunt, "I won."
He turned back to Drew, right as the walkie talkie on his hip went crackily. He wiggled his eyebrows at Scarlet before turning, walking a few steps away before answering, "Yeah?"
A kid coughed in the background; then a cry rose to his throat, an ugly gurgle. "Mars? We did..." The boy coughed. "We did what you wanted. But the place--"
His hawk-eyes narrowed, trying to decipher this in his head; into his plans. The plans he had made from the very second he had realized what had happened in the bubble. "What are you saying?" He demanded. He glanced up, dark eyes gleaming. And then, through listening to what was being recieved to his ears, he saw her. A girl, a hundred yards away. A phone in her hand, staring directly at the Drew Crew. Proof.
"It's... I think it's radiation. And... and I think I have it. There's this awful-bad storm, Mars... and it's heading to the town." Another scream, and then breathing, slowing down, a soft moan of agony. Then the talkie went back to crackling in silence.

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iK A R S T E N~F E H L T~L E W E N H A R Ti

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age;; sixteen
mood;; in distress, confused, fearful, afraid
crush;; none
enemy;; none
where;; in town, underneath a tree, near a grocery store
power;; Psionic Blast, isn't in use.
tagged;; cass, jared, jess
affiliation;; townie

ooc;; xx

Bᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ
Iᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀs ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴘᴜʟʟs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀɪɴɢs
Bᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ
Fᴏʀ ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ

Iᴛ's ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ғᴀᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Iᴛ's ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ғᴀᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀʏ
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ɪɴᴠᴀᴅᴇ, ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ, ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴀɪᴅ
Wʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ
Iᴛ's ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ғᴀᴅᴇ, ɪᴛ's ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ғᴀᴅᴇ
~It's a Slow Fade, Casting Crowns

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That was the last straw. Karsten willingly focused on her eyes, with her face being so close to his, and his vision glowed a dark blue, fogging up but so worth it. She has tried to kill Bullenbeisser, she doesn't deserve to live. "I didn't do anything." Karsten whispered, the girl shaking after a few moments, her arm going limp and falling on her face, next to Karsten with her knees bent underneath her. Karsten closed his eyes, the blurry, fuzzy vision slowly going back to normal. Bullenbeisser limped over to him.

The large animal had a large gash in his side, but not bleeding enough to do any fatal harm. He was a strong, lucky and brave dog. Being a purebred, he was as strong as a ox, and trained by Karsten, he was a battle dog. Bullenbeisser licked Karsten's face, crouched behind his head whined. "Mach dir keine Sorgen, Bullenbeisser. Wir werden überleben. Keine Sorge, mein Wilden." {"Don't worry, Bullenbeisser. We will survive. Don't worry, my savaged animal."} Karsten whispered, slowly opening his eyes again, daring to pierce anyone else that threatened him.

Bullenbeisser huffed, laying his head down on Karsten's chest, letting his dark blood leak onto his master's shirt. He then jumped up, feeling himself getting drowsy, but dared not to let anyone touch his Master. His tail was between his legs, and he shook. Al they oth wanted was to leave, and what happened? Karsten's neck got broke and Bullenbeisser was ran over. Nice. But was it his fault? No. It wasn't anybody's fault. "Where are we going?" Karsten winced, every word sending shocks of pain down his spine.

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↠ Adam . Justice . Darko ↞

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Living in a fantasy but it's way too far
But this kind of loneliness is way too hard
I've been wandering, feeling all alone
I lost my direction and I lost my home...well

tagged → nobody in particular.
feeling → angry, puzzled.
where → town.
power → touch of death.
bars → four.
crush → none.

He didn’t say a word as Evers stalked away, if anything he was pleased to see the other boy go. He didn’t ever know why he’d stuck with him as long as he had. Perhaps it was everything that was going on, he didn’t need to be making anymore enemies. But since when had that ever stopped him in the first place. A scowl was scrawled across his face as he turned and sauntered in the opposite direction, towards his own home. The burning church could be dealt with by someone else. Besides, it seemed contrived anyways. Mars had just hoofed it in that direction moments prior to the explosion of glass and flames.
His house might take a while to find, it was near the outskirts of town, naturally. His scowl only deepened and he gnawed furiously on his lower lip, a bad habit of his. The streets were fairly bare, although as he walked there were a few happenings. A boy screaming in german at a group of teenagers, a thunderous echoing boom from a dark alleyway. He was careful to skirt around Drew and his team, making sure none of them noticed him as he slid into an alley and slunk to the next street over. For a few brief seconds he paused in the mouth of the alley, unsure of why he was even going home. He had his boot knife on him, it was the only weapon he ever carried or even wanted to carry. Was he going to check on his brother? That was preposterous, he didn’t really care about that little idiot did he?
He shook his head, loosing a small growl under his breath and stepped out of the alley into the sunlight. If the sun didn’t hit him like a brick wall, the fist sure did. A wide arcing right hook that he should’ve seen coming but he wore it straight to the jaw. “What the!?” His voice was a snarl as he cranked his head to glare at his assailant. Except there were three of them. All well muscled, like jocks that hit the gym a little too often. Two of them flanked him, effectively closing him into a circle. “You’ve really picked a fight with the wrong guy,” he warned softly. Sure he was smaller than these guys and they probably had about one hundred pounds on him, but he had more experience than these clowns. At least he hoped so.
“Oh is that right?” His assailant sneered. “I beg to differ. I want everything you’ve got.”
“Aww you want your dignity back?” Adam jeered, a cold smirk playing on his face.
“You little-” the guy lunged sloppily and Adam took a half-step to the right, stick his foot out and sending the guy face-first into the pavement. He felt the incoming punch from the guy behind him and ducked, catching the darker haired boy’s first and flipping him flat onto his back. Too much of a distraction. Gooney number three tackled him, full force and landed on his chest, pinning him. He ducked and weaved his head dodging punches, but the other two were up now and he was in trouble if he didn’t think of something fast. He delivered swift, concise punches to the third’s gut, shoving him away and rolling to his own feet.
The three were bunched in a group, looking at each other nervously and a space of five feet existed between them and Adam.
“C’mon, I’ll let you get a shot in for free,” Adam teased. His blood was boiling with anger now, and his fighting adrenaline had kicked in and hatred clouded his vision.
The first stepped forwards, closing the gap quickly and swinging broadly. Adam ducked and retaliated. What happened next he couldn’t explain. As his fist collided with First’s face it was as though something broke in both of them. An untapped well of rage and hatred in Adam and as his fist made contact he could feel the other boy’s, well there was no other word for it, soul shatter into a million pieces and the guy dropped like a ton of bricks, the light flickering out of his eyes.
The other two boys stared at him wide-eyed, then one of them charged. “Yo he knocked him out cold! Let’s go!” Too late, another clash of fists and this one dropped to the ground lifeless as well. His shadowed eyes darted upwards, watching the receding figure of boy number three, then darted back to the two lifeless bodies in front of him. “I, oh god.” A cold feeling coursed through him and his veins turned to ice. All he’d done was touch them and their souls, their life-force had shattered as easily as a dropped vase. He could kill just by a touch.
“No, no, no. That’s insane, they were just, they’re just unconscious.” But he better than that. Quickly he turned and darted away, sprinting towards his home. In this new world of theirs anything was possible, and now he could kill by his hands coming into contact with someone. Maybe there were boundaries. Maybe he’d have to test it out, but right now, with the adrenaline fading from his body and hatred and exhaustion flowing through him strongly, a nap seemed like the greatest thing in the world.

[kona.]

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[mood;; Scared, worried, angry
company;; N/A
whereabouts;; In town ]
power;; n/a [may be added later if i can]

Amanda looked up at the girl who dragged Karsten and his bleeding dog away after hitting them both. What on earth? She glanced behind her and saw her motorcycle in the same place it always was, and she quickly hotwired it since the keys were missing. She drove after them, going too fast as she drove next to them. "What are you doing?" She muttered to herself at the girl driving. she slowed down slightly and pulled over to the truck when she parked it. She recognized the girl as Jessica. Ugh. She had to deal with this. "Hey, you!" She growled, genuinely miffed now. No one should treat another human being like this. "What the heck did he do to you that deserves treatment like that? Want to explain something to me? Because i'm in the dark here." She opened the door to the truck and looked in at Karsten. "What happened, Karsten? What happened to you?" She murmured, looking down at the hurt boy. Or young man, rather. Well, he looked to be around sixteen. Not sure what to call him. She looked around, confused. What were these jerks doing? This was one reason she hated going to that stuck up school. All the kids there were psychopaths. Okay, an exaggeration, but that's how she saw them.

[ ooc;; Hope this is okay @Glanz and @Beatus! ]

[*rαdιcαl;;]

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~ Kidd nodded her head excitedly hopped over to her brother and shook her head happily. "See bros. It's okie dokie. He didn't freak out like you did smarty pants. I betchya if you had powers like me. He would think its awesome sauce. Smiley." She said this to reassure him everything is fine. She laughed as Jaimoff tried to do the same. She shook her head lightly and was about to do it again. But her brother interrupted by speaking.

]|I{•------» мιleѕ «------•}I|[

- Miles shook his head lightly seeing Jaimoff was impressed. Did he think it was a magic trick? No. This was reality. In reality you do not fool around and he reckless like his twin was. He thought that. He said annoyed and disappointed in his sister. "Don't do that again. You could of broken this alley way and hurt me and this stranger. Including yourself. Your being very reckless and immature for a fifteen year old girl Kidd. It is time to starting thinking before you act. I am way more responsible and mature for my age; we are both the same age. I can't believe that you can't grow up. I can have fun but I think before I act. Which you need to start doing. I mean look at you. You dress like you just turn thirteen and your hair is colorful. You talk like a little kid tat you are. Jeez..." Miles spoke this promptly. He was not trying to be mean; he was trying to get it through her mind she need to act her own age. He was trying to help her protect her as a brother. But it never came out the way he intended.

[Helmuth]

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location: outside;; mood: in pain, irritable;; tagged: Jack;; power: emotional morph; 3 bar.

Having limped back into the car, Micah sat heavily into his seat. The ibreprofan had gone down a little harshly, feeling his whole throat contract around it, despite chugging a paper cup of water down after it. Maybe it was the fact that he was here, in this situation, and not knowing what was going on in town right now. That was what was worrying him. He had pinned it: who was the authority at the moment? At least he didn’t have to think about family, and worrying about their safety. Chicago was a long way from Worther Beach.
“So, Jack,” He murmured. He winced, glancing down at his bandage secured around his thigh. At least it wasn’t bleeding anymore, and that was a good thing. The pain was beginning to subdue, little by little, until it would eventually numb itself away. That was, until the pain killers wore off. And then he would be again in misery. “If you just happened to wonder out in the outer parts of town, toward the Tallahassee airport…” he paused, rubbing his chin, trying to collect his thoughts. “Who do you think’s just wandered into town?” He looked over, the African boy raising an eyebrow. His mouth was grim.
“Do you think that somebody’s claimed land, like Columbus in the Indies?” He looked away, feeling hate creep in; rejection fill his mouth with a bitterness that made his stomach clench up. “Because you know what happened in the Indies, right? Columbus had slain the Natives by the thousands; they ceased to control the land because he drove them to work. If they didn’t bring in gold, he would have their hands cut off and die like that. Bleed out.” He smiled, a chilly smile, and something in his eye twinkled with an uncertainty. “Because I don’t think kids should be enforced by a guy like Columbus. So what are we going to do about it?”

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location: town;; mood: think dylan o'brien;; tagged: jessi, karsten, & amanda;; power: none.

Cassie groaned, rubbing a hand against her now sore ribs. The dog was vicious: no doubt of that lay steady in her mind. And not to mention perverted, because when she looked down, she saw her shirt shredded: literally, shredded. She looked, horrified, her jaw dropping open in shock and fury as she stared at Karsten. “Are you retarded?” cried she. The Youtuber stumbled to her feet, looking peaked. Jessica was throwing the guy into the back of the van. Okay. She hadn’t meant for it to go this far: only to get the guy to repay her for her camera. The only thing that still connected with her disappeared father.
She stood, clutching her side with one scratched-up arm, watching in cringing pain as her friend hauled the dog and boy into the van. Jared… well. He looked utterly shell-shocked, standing there. As did herself, she guessed. The scrawny blonde frowned, not exactly a feminine or pretty trait for her physique, but dang sure revealing what she thought. This was madness.
“Jessi!” She called, limping over. Did the dog eat her leg off? She glanced down, momentarily relieved that it was still there. Fabulous! She could still walk. “Um,” She scratched her neck awkwardly, “Not to be—“ Then another chick walked up and the girl heaved a sigh as the Chick went into hysterics, then pure Katniss Everdeen awkwardicy. Was “awkwardicy” a word? Hmm. She rolled it around in her mouth before spitting a few feet away, giving the Chick a lopsided grin and feeling daftly uneasy.
Taco Tuesdays weren’t supposed to be meant for work out—especially hauling a body into a van. They were meant for sleeping after stuffing your face. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she said, taking a step between the two girls. She glanced wearily back at Karsten. “Too much estrogen-influenced dominance going on here, I’d say. It’s not really like it’s gonna impress him into a date or whatever. But, hey? Ms. Barbie Who Came Out of Flippin’ Nowhere? Calm down.” She grimaced, reaching into her pocket to reveal her wallet—it flipped open to reveal her picture on a library card. “I work with the FYB, short for Federal Youtubers Bureau. Perhaps you’ve seen me? I’m Shaye Pingpong. Or, maybe not… but the point is, we have this situation under control.” She gestured calmly back to the seemingly worried Karsten. “We’re gonna hang him for his misdeeds of ruining my camera.” She said this through gritted teeth, it terribly horrid to even speak about the camera. Poor thing, being thrown on the ground like that and sent into a thousand pieces…
Cassie looked back at Karsten; and in her dizzied haze, she saw what had become of him. “Holy cow, Jessi!” she cried. She reached out, but hesitated, then whirled on her friend. “I said put him in the van, not murder him! I wasn’t being serious!” She put her head in her hands and began to pace, feeling the need to hyperventilate. “Nazi?” She stopped. “Are you okay? Crud, we didn’t mean…”

[kona.]

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[mood;; Scared, worried, angry
company;; N/A
whereabouts;; In town ]
power;; n/a [may be added later if i can]

Amanda watched the two girls beat up the guy more and drag him into the truck. What the heck was going on? She looked closer at the girls and recognized them as the Youtube freaks from school. Ugh. [lol sorry, she's pretty mean] "Hey, you. I was talking to you." She shoved.. What was her name, Jessica? in the shoulder, pushing her back. "I don't appreciate being ignored by some nerd." Sure, she could and should be nicer, but she wasn't in the mood. "I don't care if what you think you're doing is a joke, because it's not funny. Now i think you should let this kid go before i make you." She frowned, glaring at her. She was starting to get more and more angry, and she couldn't calm herself down. She had anger issues. "The gigs up, Russia. Now, tell me what's going on, NOW!" She didn't mean to yell, but she ended up doing so. She sighed, feeling exasperated. "Ugh! I'm sick of this. All of it." She wanted to get away from here. From this town. From all the crazy people. She looked around her, feeling insane. What was going on here? She heard Drew talking in the background. She didn't really know any of these people. She didn't have friends. She was bad at making them. She sighed, looking down, suddenly feeling ashamed and weak. She just wanted to cry. THe only weakness she had were her brothers. And now theyw ere all gone.

[ agggh can't post anymore i'm sorry ;c ]

[rukavis]

J A C K t a g g e d ----> micah


Jack listened grimly to Micah's spiel about Columbus and his cruel deeds to the Native Americans. Jack agreed wholeheartedly with Micah - what Columbus did was flat out wrong. He waltzed into someone else's territory and slaughtered them like it was nobody's business. But they were kids. People wouldn't do that to children. Right?

"So... We're going to the airport, then? To find out if Columbus has arrived?" Jack didn't mean to make fun of Micah's statements. He hadn't filtered out what to say just then. His mouth worked before his brain and Jack immediately regretted it. "I... Ah... I didn't mean that. I mean, I did, but not in a rude way. Just... I don't know. Never mind. Erm... To the airport, yeah?" The British boy asked. He gave Micah and apologetic smile and started the car, looking everywhere but at Micah.

J A I M O F F t a g g e d ----> kidd, miles


Jaimoff slowly felt his excitement as the weight of Miles' words hit him. Miles spoke the truth. That, Jaimoff could see. Jaimoff could also see that Miles was being bluntly honest, and for some reason Jaimoff found it absolutely hilarious when people were extremely blunt. But he couldn't laugh. No, no he couldn't. The speech could turn on him. He was just a stranger, after all. So Jaimoff held his breath, looking off to Kidd to see how she'd respond to it all.

And that's when he started to feel the urge. The urge to go into the darkest shadow and hide.

Jaimoff knew his skin turned sickly white without having to see it. But there were people there! Jaimoff could feel sweat start to drip down his face, and he fought the urge as much as he could. "Hey, guys... It's not safe to hang about in dark alleys. We should go somewhere extremely bright. Yeah, like a park or something. Let's just stand in the middle of a field. A bright field, of course. There needs to be sun. Let's just go stand somewhere in the sun and sunbathe for a little bit. I like that idea, how about you guys??" Jaimoff didn't care how crazy he sounded right then because if he stood by a dark alley for any longer he'd become that shadow thing again. Jaimoff could not have that happen in front of people. Maybe he could fight it if he stood in the sun... Jaimoff began to promptly walk away from the alley, wanting to get as far away from it as possible, yet wanting to never leave the alley as well. What was happening to him?

[Helmuth]

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Wind battered at him from all sides, like a war drumming in the night on the eve of battle. A storm. There were few things in this world that took Jess McCotty off guard, and these were one of them. However, he regained himself and turned to face Drew and Scarlet, a light spin on his boots, to smile at the girl. “Aw. It’d be a pity to find your hair falling out.”
For emphasis, he reached out and fingered a red lock, before throwing it back in her face. “It’d be a real pity,” he whispered, staring her in the eyes; liking to see the threat that registered in her eyes. Wanting her to feel the intensity growing between them. Because sooner or later, Drew would be gone. And, even, perhaps, Drew might accidently get caught out in the radiation. Who knew? Accidents happened all the time…
He turned to Drew, a dancing mock lingering in his eyes like a flame not wanting to go out. “So what now, Brother?” He crossed his arms, leaning back against the car. He stared levelly at Drew through his dark bangs, not wanting Drew to miss a beat of the coolness he displayed. “Sitting around here in the dark to see if we glow up won’t be worth the suicide.” Perhaps he’d go home and get his “utensils.” Not back to Coates, of course. Coates was like a ticket to Hell. If there were only two places in this country he thought of as home, it would be St. Claire’s or the Swamp. It was true that since Mars was nearing his 18th, his aunt and uncle—the same couple who, with the help of the government, sent him to his humble abode with his mental brothers in St. Claire’s—had given him a home in Worther Beach. There, home was a luxury he had never really had the privilege to discover and enjoy.
Despite having his own agenda, he knew that he had to follow Drew—even Scarlet, that horrid witch, if it came to it. But only for now. Until he found a way, that was, to get back. Drew was arrogant and stupid, and the only reason he survived with his smooth words and handsome figure was because people handed over power to him on a silver platter. That was what he wanted, anyway. Not Mars, though: if it was up to him, and soon it would be, he’d kill them. Two targets, two shots. Bang bang. Simplicity was almost a too vulgar word for what he planned: if only for Mattie.
He looked off, his dark eyes piercing the splendor of the plaza as he drummed his fingers, the ring on his thumb clinking slightly. The blonde with the phone would have it coming; and if she had what he thought she did, Drew was going down for the count. He had no doubt about it. But he had to be patient. And, perhaps, this girl was a good sign. Maybe she could help him, in a way she couldn’t control, and to his advantage.
He stopped tapping his finger. “Clear the houses and the basement of Town hall.” He looked over his shoulder at Drew and motioned in the general direction. “The houses will have supplies we need for the fall out. And the basement will store at least 200 people. Plenty of space for your witch and slaves.” Had he just given Drew a direct order? The taste rolled across his tongue, feeling vibrant and flushed. The faintest of ghost smiles slipped across his face, staring into Drew’s eyes. “I’ll be seeing you before dinner, love.” If the fall out didn’t come sooner; he wouldn’t cry about a loss of two friends. In fact, he thought he might like that idea. He then turned, and in his steady and lanky stride, the Scott walked off. Hmm. Maybe he could get used to that taste.

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Micah shook his head, after a moment of hesitation. No. No going to the airport. In the east, where the plane had crashed, smoke was already billowing. Nobody could have survived that. "No," he murmured, looking out. "Take us to town."
In the distance, a flag of Worther Beach fought hard against the wind. Now thinking about it, he hadn’t remembered it being windy that day. Actually, if he remembered correctly, the weather had been fine in Florida. Except for the storms raging in Chicago. It was one of the reasons he had decided to leave for the airport that day. If he’d been lucky, the plane would hit a great one that just might crash them down. It was better, in this way, to be dead than alive. His eyes wandered off to the north, and there he saw something. A great, looming shadow hung in the atmosphere that swept the land into darkness, grounding out all light for a deep turmoil to come.
“Looks like a storm…” He muttered. Micah shifted in his seat, with caused a rippling of frustrating pain to spike through his leg. He cursed, loudly, and then fumbled around the glove department. He found himself empty-handed. “You seriously don’t have a drink?” He huffed, shutting it a tad hard, but not really caring. All he wanted to do was go to sleep and pretend life wasn’t going on outside his bubble of imagination. Get drunk and sleep. Yeah. It sounded like a great plan for a depressed guy.
In a few moments they were rolling into town and he muttered something unpleasant under his breath, watching as kids and teenagers wandered around. And then he saw him: a tall, dark-haired fellow giving a speech. A redhead beside him. “Stop the car,” he snapped. No time for pleasantries. He opened the door as the car came to a halt and, bracing himself against the door, he wobbled out, grimacing against the pain. If Micah had seen one thing in life that dared need attention, it was speeches. Because only leaders gave speeches; the boy was speaking about saving a little child from a fire and how this was good news to the clapping crowd. The young African-American man glanced up, watching as smoke wafted from the church.
His knuckles rippled, and he looked down, watching as the skin tore away from the bone and was replaced with green scales, shimmering with golden specks. He looked back up, right as it changed. This guy was not close to any good news.

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location: town;; mood: think dylan o'brien;; tagged: jessi, karsten, & amanda;; power: none.

Cassie turned from her horrified gaze, set on Karsten's battered body and the poor mutt to stare at Jessi. Despite the fact she still had a terrible grudge against the dog, having her shirt ripped open (a $20.00 shirt, by the way, and now she crossed her arms) and feeling terribly perverted by the canine, now looking at what Jessi did made her feel sick to her stomach. Like... dogs weren't supposed to have minds of their own! It was terrible. Not to mention, as a child, having been attacked and drug off by a dog, she was still numbly traumatized.
"Jessi!" cried the comedian. She rushed up, quickly slapping a hand around her friend's mouth and hauling her backwards; much like you'd do if you were Jason Bourne and about to assassinate somebody with a grubby hand. "I'd suggest you don't make this girl mad," She whispered into her ear. Heaving a breath, she glanced wearily at Amanda; she looked scary, which put Cassie on nerves. "If I have to remind you, I'm a 130 pound Youtuber girl who's only defense in life is sarcasm! If you have any other bloody ideas than obliterating a dog and a German boy I can't understand, please share with us!" She quickly let go of Jessi, in fear of the girl biting her hand.

She quickly wiped her hand free of saliva, and, frowning, jumped into the van to crouch beside Karsten. "Hey?" She prodded him carefully with a finger; just a poke to the chest. She waited. Then again, a little louder, "Hey!" She paused, gazing down. "I'm sorry I killed you, but will you please come back to life? I didn't hit the dog. If you have to condemn anybody, condemn the Crazy Russian. The two girls are going at it--" She looked out at the two girls, clearly having a face off. She glanced back down at Karsten, crossing her arms before her shredded shirt. It didn't matter, anyway. The guy was probably dying. "Apparently dominance runs strong before the sight of a single boy..." She muttered uneasily. "So, uh..."

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[mood;; Scared, worried, angry
company;; N/A
whereabouts;; In town ]
power;; n/a [yet?]
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"Just because i'm from that stupid school,
Coates, doesn't mean i'm one of them. They're all psychos." She
growled, still glaring at Jessi, and glanced at Cassie. She slightly recognized
her, but didn't know her. She was sick and tired of this stupid bantering that
Jessi was going on and on and on about. She just seemed like a crazy YouTuber
to her. SHE was the one eating too many fruit-loops, not her. "I'm
no psychopath. I think maybe you're one, though. Either that or some crazy youtuber that's hyped up on something or other." She didn't care if she was. She
being rude or insulting. That was who she was. "Do I look like a druggy to you, little
miss psychopath?" She snapped at the girl. Then she called her 'bella'. Like the girl from that stupid
book series, twilight. Gah. This was getting no where and just made her more miffed. This was goign to end with
a few punches getting thrown, and she knew she'd be the first to throw one. "I don't take orders
from psychopaths who think they can act. That's enough." When she had turned around, Amanda threw a
well aimed punch at her shoulder, hoping more to just make her mad than to hurt her. But she was ready and prepared
for the anger. Anger didn't quite bother her as much as insults. "I'm also not going to just stand here while
you murder some innocent kid! What did Karsten ever do to you? I honestly don't care if all this was for some stupid webcast
or not. It's not funny, and it shouldn't be done. Now do you want to let him go, or do you want me to make you?" She
almost yelled at her. She looked at Cassie. "Too late, princess. I'm already mad." She growled. "Now. Let. Him. GO."