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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;; afraid, anxious
crush;; none
enemy;; none
where;; in town, in a van, near a grocery store
power;; Psionic Blast, isn't in use.
tagged;; cass, jared, jess, amanda
affiliation;; townie

ooc;; Lol. Like I said, he's terrible at English xD

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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Karsten groaned in pain, and he eyed his leg, and the girl hovering over him. The possessed girl had ran over his leg, along with his dog. Blood was forming a puddle in the back of the van. "Oh God, help me, have mercy!" He yelled, and Bullenbeisser's hair rose along his back, and he growled loudly, at the freaky group of kids holding them hostage. Not the dog, but who fractured Karsten's neck? Definitely not Karsten. "Segen, segen, segen. Erbarme dich!" {"Mercy, mercy, mercy. Have mercy!"} Karsten yelled, panting. All he felt was a cold feeling, and every atom in his body could be felt. He was bleeding, too much. And the pain didn't help. His senses were on full blast, and he smelled, saw, and heard everything from the puttering of leaves across the ground to the enormous blast that had damaged his hearing temporarily. "What was that? What was that?!" He yelled, muffled through the tape now covering his mouth.

He froze. Karsten could feel his limbs, but through all of the chaos he had never noticed that he could move his good leg. You know, the one that wasn't practically crushed. He then pretended that he was in great distress, but ever so slowly moving back towards the wall. His neck was only fractured, it wasn't broken. He just had to be extremely careful. His mother had a fractured neck for a week and never knew it until one morning, when she could barely move because of the pain. Karsten's hands were tied in front of him, and he could only use one leg, but that's all he needed, with his Psionic Blast easy at hand.

Now, since it was duck tape that was covering his mouth, he knew a trick. He barely parted his lips enough to let his tongue through, and started licking, and the wetness of it let it fall right off, and he wiped his mouth on his collar. "What! What! Why? Why have you had to stick me?" He asked, as innocent a she could as the piercing pain of his leg had shot through him. He had one last option- to pray. He had read all about Martyrs and what pain they had to go through, being burned at the stake and even being beaten to death, yet the flames were bearable and they hadn't broken. This is exactly what he did; he prayed. And he prayed aloud.

[kona.]

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mood;; Miffed, but calming down
company;; Jessi, Cassie, Karsten
whereabouts;; In town
power;;
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Amanda sighed, her anger starting to recede. She could tell it was useless to argue with this girl, at least, once her mind was set. She tried her best to calm down, because she didn't want to get hurt or hurt Jessi, though she seemed a lot stronger than her. She watched her as she went back to Karsten, and tried her best to ignore the rude and hurtful things she had just spat at her. "Yeah, well news flash, princess, I don't take kindly to insults." She muttered, cringing at the cries of the hurt boy coming from Karsten. Why would they do this to him and his dog? It was cruel. Wasn't it? Or was there something she was missing? "Hey, Jessi. I'm… sorry. I shouldn't.. have gotten mad." The words tasted bitter in her mouth, but she was.. well kind of, taking the high road. Apologizing was the right thing to do. Right? Well, whatever. "But… Why did you do all this? was it just for a webcast? What am i missing here, princess?" Ah, there was the little jibe she threw in once and a while. Who cares? She was just ready to go home, but she couldn't. She should probably look for some of the kids from Coates. Right? But.. she didn't want to be classified as one of them. She thought back to what Jessi said. She was a psycho with anger issues. She wanted to argue on that point, but she really couldn't. She was crazy, wasn't she? Her parents sent her to that school. THey were sick of her. She sighed, feeling sad, suddenly. "Maybe… Maybe i should go find some of the kids from Coates. That's probably where i belong, right? With the other psychos with problems." She said aloud, loud enough for someone to hear, but not screaming it. She really didn't know what to do next. Maybe… She really should go find the townies. That's where she should be, with all the other crazy psychos out there.

[Helmuth]

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Cassie whirled on her squatting position over Karsten, almost tipping for a second before steadying herself against the van. Were the girls hitting each other? Seriously!? Could they try to display dominance before a guy any more obviously?! And at that, a dying guy. Even though she was a girl herself, Cassie had been raised by a military father in a way that, unless it really came down to it, you only got into a fight if you could win it. And seeing the stakes rise, she wasn't sure who would win this. "Guys!" She hollered. "No need to give each other a smack 'n the face! C'mon, settle down!" She groaned inwardly, for the 1,789th time hating her Russian friend-- no wonder every American had a prejudice that Russians were unruly and ruthless. They were.
The blonde Youtuber looked back down, grimacing. "Look, kid," she said, scratching her neck awkwardly. This boy was no older than herself and she had partly-murdered him. How tragic. "I don't know if you understand me, but we weren't trying to hurt or kill you or whatever. I was trying to show you this." Pulled out of her pocket, she opened her hand to reveal a chip. And, no, not a chocolate chip: a camera memory card. This was the only thing she had left of life before the Dome, a video of the adults "bleeping out." Her father, specifically, with his crazy red hair and long, dipped nose. She missed him and her mother, and for a second wondered if they were dead or alive. But the question racked her into a serious of fears, of sweating worries, and she quickly snapped out of her trance. Jessi came in, and she was about to knock the girl out herself if she decided to drive off; that would just make them look guilty of truly trying to hurt this boy. This strange German boy she couldn't understand. And his dog. Now Cassie glanced wearily at it, her eye twitching, as if she couldn't decide if it could hear her thoughts or not. Well, if you can, you're one special dog, she thought dimly. Jessi was reaching out, touching him. And for a second, it looked like she was doing something. Like it was somehow... helping the boy.
She reached out a hand, nervously and fingered his leg, his neck. "Well... he's still alive-- and oh my gosh, what are you doing!?" Cassie scrambled back, hitting her head against the van wall, and not really caring to register the loud bang it made. Oh... She hesitantly touched her temple. At least wasn't bleeding. But man, oh man, it was gonna bruise.
Was this boy, Karsten, fine now? She glanced shakily out the door, at Hailee or whatever the chick's name was. Then she let a wobbly smile overcome her furrowed features. "See...?" She swallowed, letting a tiny laugh escape her reach. It sounded too high pitch, and perhaps a little hysterical. Super mutant? Was her friend...? No. No. Cassie shook her head, letting out a sigh-gasp that sounded like, "Heh..." and her features distorted into complete fear. She was... oh dear. She was going crazy. Cassie slowly slid to a sitting position and in that very moment, she realized that, yes, she was going crazy. Honest to God crazy. Oh... oh no. How had life come to be? "Jessi..." she moaned. As if in pain, as if in shock. Well, the shock was real. "Please don't tell me I'm going crazy, because if I am... I'll have to admit that once they put me in a home, with an IQ of mine, I'll eventually find the scissors and snip off my own body parts or whatever... You know I have a thing for ears..."

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name;; marjorie moreau
age;; seventeen
allegiance;; student
power;; none
tags;; drew, scarlet, mars

ooc;; --

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Where ever she went, she was known to be a heartless psychopath. She was avoided around the clock and was known to be responsible for several injuries, a couple of them quite serious, in her wake. However, Marjorie, despite common belief, had never been a fan of harming the innocent. Those who she did brutalize, they deserved it; bullies and psychopaths themselves, all of them. Marjorie saw no real purpose in bringing down the church, of burning those inside alive. It might have helped Drew accomplish trust --reliance at the very least-- between himself and the town, but no one could be sure, not even Drew. The best it could do was ease Drew's conscious of being the person he was, that shrinking angel sitting on his shoulder. There was no good purpose behind the death of the innocent.

And then the radio Mar's possessed crackled to life, a garbled voice shouting. She knew the sound of a voice like that, heard the sirens blazing in the background. Panic, realizing there was no time left to say good-bye to those you loved. Chaos, realizing you had no more control over your life than you did over God. A hard reality to face in your last moments.
Marjorie wanted to laugh at the circumstances. She stood there, beside her leader after his attempt to become the next Hitler, watching the smoldering remains of a church, and they were all going to be killed by a radioactive storm. She couldn't help but agree with God's choice; after all, if she had the power and was a better person than she was, she would kill them as well. "So," she muttered to herself, "we're all going to glow in the dark."

The girl was pulled out of her thoughts by Drew's motion in the corner of her eye. She glanced up at the tall, dark haired boy, raising an eyebrow in mock suspicion before following the soon-to-be king. Once they were off to the side, out of ear-shot definitely and with her back turned to the rest of the Crew, Marjorie did something she had not done in a very long time, not since her last day in Maine. Marjorie smiled. It was gentle, barely even there, but it made all the difference, her eyes sparkling just the slightest. The simple gesture turned her from a cold and dead creature to something of wonder; someone had once described it as the brightest star in the sky, but that person was recently reported as deceased to her. The world was a strange place. "What is it?" she asked quietly, the twinge of excitment in her voice. "What do you want me to do?"

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mood;; annoyed, miffed, confused
company;; Jessi, Cassie, Karsten
whereabouts;; In town
power;; fire manipulation
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Amanda nodded slightly at Jessi. she knew not to mess with this girl. At least, not right now. She sighed, feeling anger blossom inside of her, but not at anyone in particular. She just felt angry. At this whole mess. For her brother's disappearance. A lot of things. For being thought of as a psychopath, a crazy, anger issued psychopath. Maybe she was. Maybe she should embrace that. No no. She really shouldn't do that. Or should she? She shook her head to herself, but said nothing to the girls. It was time to get away from these townies and find her crowd. The students. Maybe she'd fit in a little better there. Probably not, but maybe. She started to walk, off toward where she could see the smoldering remains of a church. What had happened in the past few days that she'd been gone? Looks like it was time to find out. She could see Drew Henderson, some guy from her school, walking off toward the town hall. Aw, what was he doing, pouting? What a... She pushed the rude thought from her head. She needed to be nicer, or she wouldn't get anywhere. "Hey, Drew. Want to tell me what's going on here? I... haven't been around the past few days." She stated vaguely. She didn't know him well, but had talked to him maybe once or twice at school. She still felt angry, but honestly wasn't sure why. She felt really... hot. Her skin felt hot, and she was sweating slightly. What was going on? SHe felt hotter than she did when she had a fever. But she wasn't really uncomfortable. Suddenly, a small spurt of flames burst in her hands, but she didn't scream. It didn't even hurt. But how? What was wrong with her? She must have been affected by the radiation...

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


"To town?" Jack asked, but put the punchbuggy in reverse and drove it toward the town. The drive was pretty silent, and Jack thankfully could clear his mind and focus on driving for once. That rarely happened. That is, until Micah began digging around in his glove department. What was he looking for?

"Well of course I don't have a drink," Jack replied incredulously when Micah asked why he didn't have a drink. "Does it look like I can buy alcohol?" Jack sarcastically stated. He definitely wasn't of age to buy alcohol. He was still in school, for one, and anyone who was old enough to buy alcohol was gone. All the adults - gone. It was just weird.

As they rolled into town, Jack saw a kid talking to a group of people. Jack stopped the car at Micah's command, then backed it up away from the group and parked it. He wanted to keep his car, and didn't want people to raid it and destroy it. He quite liked his little black volkswagon, even if it was a silly car.

Once the car was parked, Jack got out and ran to Micah. He only caught the last of the speech. They were clearing out basements to take shelter? Jack eyed the oncoming storm. Then he turned to Micah.

"What's so bad about a storm that we have to take shelter in basements? Is there a tornado watch or something in there?" Jack figured the only reason they'd have to hide in basements would be because of tornadoes. It made sense, after all. So perhaps that's what all the drama was about. A bunch of kids were getting caught up in a bad storm. Oh well, right? Jack didn't feel too scared of the big bad storm, but he definitely should, even if he didn't know it.

[Helmuth]

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Hannah-Nora thrashed as she tried to escape his grasp, having been thrown over his scrawny shoulder and hauled about like she was no more than dead game. Who’d be dead game when she was done with him?! He would! “I’m gonna gut ya like da fishies!” She shrieked, the pitch screeching along with birds ahead. “And den I gonna gid ya to da fishies!” She slapped hysterically at his head, trying to reach around for his nose; and in the next five minutes, clawing at his head, biting, even salivating across his shirt and trying to tickle him, even the most indefatigable kid inside the Dome wore out in both strength and determination. Though that didn’t mean she was done. There was always something else boys gave into: especially if the girl was hot, and she knew she was. So, clearing her voice, forcing every dirty and violent thoughts exploding in her head out and opening her eyes to a clear sight, she rolled her shoulders in preparation. And then she began to wail.
On several occasions, at school, she’d seen older girls do it. Then the guy’s sucked right in; perhaps Quinn and Kevin were the same. She was old enough for them… even if she was off by six or seven years. The point was, it didn’t matter! Quinn was for her! That was, if he ever put her down and kneeled, asking her hand in marriage. Pff! She’d kick the guy in the crouch and then break his knees, not only for punishment, but to state an example for Kevin. She was that upset. Then, maybe, she’d go find some glue and duct tape and see what she could do to mend that…
Though she knew that sooner or later, he’d crack. She stopped her 60-second cry of despair, relating to the last dying wail of the ostrich and sucked in a deep breath. She paused, waiting as they he walked along, to see how he’d react. “Quinn!” She snarled. So much for despair. She had given up on that tatic, and now she was back to brutal threats. If she survived this terrible position—having been 4’0” tall and a Jamaican, you just didn’t let 6’0” guy carry you around like you were little more than a package; plus, she had a phobia of being touched—she’d murder everybody. No mercy, if she was a long-lost demi-god. Perhaps a cousin of Loki…
“I’m gonna rip out ya guts, one gut a’ time!” She growled. “LEMME DOWN, MON!” She quickly switched to desperation. “I’ll give you my best marbles!” Hannah-Nora glanced around. “Even my Iron Man suit! C’mon, this is unpleasant!”
She whirled her head around and gave Kevin the Evil Eye. “KE-VON! GET ME DOWN FROM HERE, OR I’LL EAT YOUR LIVER AS WELL! THIS IS UNCOUTH GUYS, VERY UNCOUTH!”

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ｉ ｗａｌｋｅｄ ａｃｒｏｓｓ ａ ｂａｒｒｅｎ ｌａｎｄ

name mia peale
age sixteen
gender female
birthday may fifth
place of birth doncaster

hair brown & pink xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
eyes blue
build 5"8, slim
outfits girly, beanies
fc barbara palvin

positive kind; chatty; generous
negative childish; easily scared;
not much sense between right
and wrong
history mother died in a car
crash when she was seven, raised
by her father and various nurses,
rich family
fears crashes, big animals, storms

education/employment attends local xxxx
high school, really has no need to work
but decides to work in a restaurant as
a waitress anyway
friendships n/a
sexuality heterosexual
crush n/a
exes none
boyfriend n/a

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lovely, sweet, beautiful mia. the young woman has an aura- she's that girl in the movies that everyone loves even when she does something wrong. never gets in trouble; and when she does her face folds and those blue eyes fill with tears and honestly, darling, you don't want that on your conscience. it's better if you just leave it.

ｉ ｋｎｅｗ ｔｈｅ ｐａｔｈｗａｙ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｅ ｂａｃｋ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｈａｎｄ

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name;; marjorie moreau
age;; seventeen
allegiance;; student
power;; none
tags;; --

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Marjorie backed away into the crowd, disappearing almost instantly. Her presence seemed to go unnoticed by the people she passed on her way to the edge of the crowd surrounding Drew. She held the slip of paper between her fingers, caressing the edge with her thumb. What was it Drew was having her do?

She had passed by several blocks, backtracking to the alley where she had met up with Drew and Mars, where she had left the chevette. She ran her fingers along the hood before turning a corner and leaning her back against the cool gray brick of the alley. Taking a lazy glance around, not truly feeling the need for secrecy since no one else was around, Marjorie opened the small slip of paper. On it was written, in Drew's tiny scrawl that was barely comprehensible, an address. It wasn't too far from where she was, actually, just a couple of blocks. She brushed the paper against her lips, glaring at the chevette as she wondered. Of course, there was no way to uncover Drew's plans unless she obeyed orders. She had no other choice. As she got into the chevette and set the engine purring, she knew this task must either be something serious enough to not trust to Scarlet or simply something unworthy of Scarlet's time. Either way, Marjorie was glad to get away from the annoying redhead.

The car came to a stop outside the house. Stepping out of the vehicle, Marjorie eyed it carefully. Gray brick, brown shutters. Middle-class. Minivan sitting in the driveway. Nothing unique about it. She tried the doorbell first, then knocked loudly though she knew it would do no good. No body was home. The doors were locked tight. She gazed at the stained-glass window inset in the front door despairingly before turning and whipping her elbow through. She reached in, unlocked the deadbolt, and opened the door. As simple as it was in sixth grade.

Marjorie moved through the entryway hall and found herself in the living room. In the middle of the carpeted floor was a little boy sitting in front of a blank television screen, flipping a silver dollar between his fingers continuously. He could have been no older than twelve. After a moment of close observation (more specifically, sitting down next to him and talking to him sweetly and gaining no response what-so-ever), Marjorie concluded the child had some form of mental developmental issue. Autism, perhaps. But then she noticed a seven-inch long scar, starting from his cheek bone and probably up into his scalp; it was bleach white, as if it had been there for several years, and did not really stand out against his fragile skin.

She left the child, assured that he wouldn't be going anywhere soon, and wandered through the rest of the house. A line of trophies lined one wall in an office, a set of sabers hung on the wall above them. Her lips spread into a small, victorious smile as she took them from the wall.

There was nothing else in the house of interest. Nothing that Marjorie could fathom Drew needed. She paced back and forth in the living room while the boy continued his game. She eyed the boy as if he might give her an answer to Drew's need. Blond hair shaved to a three-inch buzz. Bright, piercing blue eyes. And then he shifted. Just slightly. His torso moved just an inch. His head to the side, looking behind him, as if he had heard something. Marjorie nodded slowly. She knew who this boy was. She bent down and extended her hand. The boy just looked at it coldly, no emotion. But he reached out and took her hand.

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age;; sixteen
mood;; confused
crush;; none
where;; in town, 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

German-Orange
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Karsten felt new, surprisingly. Her touch had completely enabled him to move, and his leg was no longer in pain, and he wasn't bleeding anymore. Now all he had to do was to get this stupid tape from his hands. Keeping back a laugh, he held his hands over by Bullenbeisser and he actually started ferociously tearing it apart, every so often nipping a finger or so, but never hurt him. Well, not as bad as these freaks did.

After what had felt like ten minutes, his hands were free, though a little bit of the skin was bleeding a bit form the dog's bite. He thought about the cat fight that had just occurred and he shook his head, and he surprised himself. He could actually move his head. And arms! She had an ability too! He scrambled up onto his feet, and at the mention of them wanting him to join his group, he bend his knees, almost as if to ward them away, with his arm extended and and palms facing outward. "You don't want me to be near! Trust me!" He had practically flopped out of the van, and he looked at the ground, just in case he had done 'something'.

He pointed at the girl who had touched him. "You; you did something, and I-" Karsten cut himself off, by instinct. He ran to the side of the van, and started blubbering about Bullenbeisser and his wounds, but to the opposite side of the others. He'd rather not be seen by them, or at all if possible. "Sie hat eine Leistung, ich habe eine Macht. Es war die Strahlung. Aber das kann nicht passieren, aber alle Erwachsenen sind verschwunden. Draken.." {"She has a power, i have a power. It was the radiation. But that can't happen, but all the adults are gone. Draken.."}

He started knocking his head on the van, lightly, but he's is thoroughly confused. That man in the video vanished. Without a trace- on CAMERA! "This is crazy!" He blinked as he walked to the group. Karsten walked to the girl who was an idiot, and one who clearly didn't see to not speak German if you don't know it, and said "You, my dear girl, are stupid. Do not you see that if you do not know German, you do not know what you are talk about?" He asked, still a few feet away as if afraid.