ＰＯＯＦ; open

[glazend.]

indind
iｋａｒｓｔｅｎ ｆｅｈｌｔ ｌｅｗｅｎｔｈａｒｔ
i
age;; sixteen
mood;; riled up, mixed emotions
crush;; none
where;; at Karsten's place, in the middle of the woods,
way out of town to the west.
power;; Psionic Blast, not in use.
tagged;; cass, jar
affiliation;; townie

Ｂｅ ｃａｒｅｆｕｌ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｅｙｅｓ
ｗｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ,
Ｆｏｒ ｉｔ'ｓ ｔｈｅ ｓｅｃｏｎｄ ｇｌａｎｃｅ ｔｈａｔ
ｔｉｅｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｈａｎｄｓ ａｓ ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ
ｐｕｌｌｓ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｒｉｎｇｓ.
Ｂｅ ｃａｒｅｆｕｌ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｆｅｅｔ
ｗｈｅｒｅ ｙｏｕ ｇｏ,
Ｆｏｒ ｉｔ'ｓ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｆｅｅｔ
ｂｅｈｉｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｔｈａｔ ａｒｅ
ｓｕｒｅ ｔｏ ｆｏｌｌｏｗ..
~It's a Slow Fade, Casting Crowns

He pat Cassie's head, being at least two heads taller, and simply stated; "You just made it in, and that was with me throwing you inside. You should be thankful, Little Ameise." {'Ant'} He shook his head, then turned around in disgrace when he glanced down at her shirt. Karsten swiftly made his way into the back of the house, where all of the bedrooms were. Finding his Mothers, he tugged a worn-out and faded, grey-blue nightshirt, that would be a tad too long for Cass, but he brought it out with him anyways. He gently threw it at her, and went into the kitchen. "Well, it's saved for a rainy day. We are uphill, but it tends to flood here. There has never been, but it often rains again here in the woods, If something happens, my brother and I.." He paused. He wasn't used to talking to his brother, especially since Draken was.. gone. Poof. Outta this world. "... My brother and I built a few years ago a rather large tree house. It has a roof and everything. We'll all fit, but a little room will be left. But it's good for mentioning."

He threw a couple of granola bars out onto the couch, blindly as to not look at the half-dressed girl, which was, of course, Karsten's dearest Bullenbeisser's fault. It wasn't like he could move or anything. "Oh, and thanks for breaking my neck. I love how you scare the living stuff out of people, you remember, saying you're a cannibal et cetera." A bright flash was seen from right out the window it was barely a mile away.

Karsten continued. "When my parents to America, they did not know what they were getting into. They were crazy enough to make the basement as an air raid shelter, so I know we're safe down there." He then remembered his phone. They had great reception out there. "Hal! Does everyone have their phones? You can call your friend if you do!" He then frantically, as if to expect someone to answer, dialed his brother's and mother's phones. Of course. The rings had sounded in the next rooms, but Draken's didn't. Where was he that day? Not at school, or at the park.. Oh.. wait a minute. Their father and Draken were out of state for a month trip for fishing. Wait a minute. Draken wouldn't be answering, he left his phone charger at the house on accident, and called back the next day when they reached Tennessee, and Karsten had found the charger in the basement, still plugged into the wall. Karsten quickly dialed his father's phone, no answer either. Maybe they know, but for some reason they can't communicate with eachother? "Uh, Cass, I have to tell you something.."

[rukavis]

J A C K ~ p o w e r l e s s ~ t a g g e d ----> micah


Jack caught the plastic sheeting, but the duct tape fell to the floor as he tried to catch it. Jack let out a frustrated sigh and picked it up. He nodded at Micah's instructions and followed him down the street. Jack saw a house with it's door swinging open and broken windows. He walked over to it and began putting plastic over the windows.

"Go see if anyone's in there," Jack called to Micah. He heard thunder in the distance and looked up at the clouds. They were very dark indeed. He could almost feel their impending destruction. Jack shook his head sadly and continued covering up the window. Once he'd finished that window, he went to the other side of the door and covered up that window. Jack was sure to be careful of the broken glass jutting out everywhere. Jack checked the sides of the houses and only found one other smashed in window. Jack cut his left thumb on that one and let out an aggravated noise of pain. He tried to apply pressure to it and stop the bleeding, but it wouldn't stop. Jack groaned and ignored it, finishing the window. It looked very creepy when he was done - a smashed window with plastic sheeting over it stained with blood practically everywhere. Jack chuckled at it and went back to the front of the house to wait for Micah.

[Helmuth]

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location: karsten's home; mood: dry; tagged: karsten, jared;; power: none.

Cassie chatted her teeth together in annoyance, shaking off his pat--- it was annoying, and the only thing it did was make her feel like an even more of a hobbit than she really was. The guy was tall, and she barely hit 5'6". Well. On the bright side, if he really was a serial killer and wanting revenge for breaking his neck, she'd be able to kick him in the crotch easy. Huh. She stopped her chattering and glance at his face, her's a dim sketch of weird. It was funny that you realized these peculiar and unnoticeable things until you were in the midst of waiting upon an attack.
The blonde sat there, succumbing to the silence. Jared was pretty much out of it. She was sure that, at this range, she could throw her water bottle at his head and he wouldn't notice a thing. "Probably still shell-shocked," she muttered under her breath. She, too, was still a little freaked out of the latest events. Jessi's hands healing Naz-- Karsten. And then just the disappearance of the adults was utterly mind blowing!
She sighed, climbing to her feet when Karsten returned with a shirt. She glanced at it, then back up at him. Yep. He was a serial killer. This was probably his last victim's shirt. Hmm. She looked it casually over for blood, but despaired when she did not find any. "So you're thorough," she said, and then realized she had said it aloud. She quickly bobbed an awkward curtsy and grabbed the shirt, threw hers off, and put it on. All the while, staring at him from over her shoulder. If he thought she was just some easy prey--
The gun tugged at her mind, but she quickly shook it out.
"What does Amleie mean?" She knew she said it wrong, but she really didn't care. If he wanted to speak in some foreign fancy language, be her guest! But she did have to admit, the German language thoroughly intrigued her. Cassie whirled, irritation boiling in her cheeks again. "For the last time, I didn't mean to break your neck! It wasn't my intent! I'm not a..." serial killer. She glanced off to the side. Maybe the word would trigger something. She swallowed nervously and went on. "You passed out, and I just thought that you might want a lift. Oh, but no: You have to be paranoid and train your dog to pervert upon young girls like me!" She angrily waved a fist in the air, as if declaring that bats were not bugs. Holy cow, could he get this idea through his thick skull!?
Cassie twisted around, leaving him in the kitchen and trudging to the windows... even though the kitchen was only six feet away or whatever. He could keep pouting in his injuries! She didn't need him! The Youtuber stared defiantly out the window, surprised to see something move outside. But then she realized it was just her imagination. Then Karsten's eerie voice clouded out her thoughts. She whirled, expecting him to be holding a hatchet... but saw the disdain. "What's wrong? Realized you can't call your girlfriend or your mommy?"

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

[[ WIP ]]

[glazend.]

indind
iｋａｒｓｔｅｎ ｆｅｈｌｔ ｌｅｗｅｎｔｈａｒｔ
i
age;; sixteen
mood;; riled up, angry
crush;; Cassified. See what I did there? *punches in shoulder*
Not right now, but later most likely.
where;; at Karsten's place, in the middle of the woods,
way out of town to the west.
power;; Psionic Blast, in use
tagged;; cass, jar
affiliation;; townie

Ｂｅ ｃａｒｅｆｕｌ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｅｙｅｓ
ｗｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ,
Ｆｏｒ ｉｔ'ｓ ｔｈｅ ｓｅｃｏｎｄ ｇｌａｎｃｅ ｔｈａｔ
ｔｉｅｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｈａｎｄｓ ａｓ ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ
ｐｕｌｌｓ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｒｉｎｇｓ.
Ｂｅ ｃａｒｅｆｕｌ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｆｅｅｔ
ｗｈｅｒｅ ｙｏｕ ｇｏ,
Ｆｏｒ ｉｔ'ｓ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｆｅｅｔ
ｂｅｈｉｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｔｈａｔ ａｒｅ
ｓｕｒｅ ｔｏ ｆｏｌｌｏｗ..
~It's a Slow Fade, Casting Crowns

"I don't think we can call out of the state. My dad and my brother had went out on a trip to Tennesee about.." He thought a moment. "Three weeks ago and a day. They would be coming back in about a week." Karsten waved his phone in the air in front of him like some idiot, pointing to the glowing screen. It was all he had. After a few moments, he looked around, and realizing that the home had a security camera in the living room, and in the halls, he didn't waste a moment to push around the girl, and grab the three-foot latter in the garage.

He passed the bright red Silverato, dented and all and his (though it had ran out of gas a week before), he felt a bit guilty for not even trying to fill the tank back up. He defiantly shook off the feeling and made a b-cut from the trunk to the closet. From there, Karsten didn't dare scratch the tile and carried the latter from the garage all the way to the corner of the living space. He set up the adjustable latter, set the grippers underneath, and climbed up with ease. Karsten then gently unattached the camera from it's holder, and climbed down. It had no wires.

The sturdy German bky set it up on the marble counter, went to the date of when the adults had vanished, and pressed play. There it was- right at smacking midnight. The day afte this father and brother had left; his mother? She tossed and turned, then she disappeared. The quilt fell to the sheeted mattress. Bullenbeisser, who happened to be in her room sleeping that night, immediately took her place, digging and sniffing the air. He suddenly glared out the window, and a green flash almost blinded Karsten. The video was fuzzy afterwards, until a few hours later, when Karsten fast forwarded it, did the video resume.

The video left Karsten in a kind of daze. "Mam.." He mumbled, getting rosy in the cheeks from confusion, and sadness, and shock. It was like something died in him. Just as the video ended, a gunshot rang outside. It was near, but they would have just about enough time to get to the basement. "You two, down to the basement. Down the hall to the right, there will be a door in the-" Another one, but louder. "In the floor! Go!" He scrambled around, shoving the camera in Cassie's hands and roughly pushing her and the other boy forward. Without warning, like there wasn't enough broken windows and cracked glass on the property, there was a huge crash, and a winded Karsten fell to the ground, taking Cass with him, hovering over her then jumping onto a wall.

Blue fog tinted everything in the room, and he struggled not to look at anything, only the face in the window. Another shot destroyed the large television, then a lamp, then the side of the Lazy Boy. By the time Karsten had reached the window, he was so riled up and angry that he broke right through the already holey glass. The man he had tackled was obviously young, around eighteen or nineteen, but his padded clothes and helmet under his black hoodie made him look like a druggie on something. Well, he was. Karsten could smell the alcohol on the guy's breath, but did that faze the stocky, six-foot German boy? No. The 5'6 skin-and bones was no match, but Karsten did walk away with a brused cheek and sore neck. The body lay lifeless on the ground, dark blue veins saturated in his face and neck, spreading down his arms and chest. Karsten flung back through the shattered window, still radiating in anger, but did his best to conceal it. Yet, his reddened face and narrowed eyes gave it away immediately. He pressed his hand to his temple, getting a headache from the suddenness, and unknowingly showing his FAITH tattoo clearly.

[kona.]

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xxxxxxx♛ Ａｍａｎｄａ Ｊｏｈｎｓｔｏｎ ♛

mood;; worried, scared
tagged;; Drew
location;; with drew
power;; fire manipulation
ooc;;
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Amanda felt him take her hand, and she ran along with him, not sure what to do. She didn't give Scarlet a second glance, but was sure something was wrong with her, maybe she had gotten hurt. She didn't even care. Then he let her hand go, and she felt worry spike in her more brightly. "What can i do, Drew?" She asked quietly, but then just went along with him, helping kids carry food into basements and get more kids into the basements. The rain was getting closer, and she was more and more worried. How on earth were they going to survive this? She couldn't see how. She wanted to get everyone to safety, but... what really scared her, she wanted to be with Drew. Just to be with him, near him. Why was she feeling like this? It was wrong. She had never had a crush or felt attracted to anyone before. Was this.. gah, was this her first crush? No, no no! She didn't want to do that to herself. She'd just end up crushed in the end. That's why they were called crushes, right? Because you ended up crushed. She stayed by Drew, still unsure of what to do. "We can do this, Drew. We'll get them all to safety." But even as she said it she wasn't sure she believed it.

[Helmuth]

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location: town;; mood: smug;; tagged: Scarlet;; power: heehee... ;;

Kids swarmed. Kids by the tons, all crying, all talking and shoving up against each other. Mars watched with sharp, distinct eyes from his position, poised on the truck. A gust of wind blew in from the north, sweeping his bangs across his forehead. He looked out to the storm, a looming thunder head that kept creeping forward to them. Lightning flashed, a blinding white streak ripping through the air: at first, he didn’t hear anything. Then a ground-shaking, thunderous growl drowned out all of the noise. So the storm was finally here.
“Get in!” He shouted harshly, spit flying from his mouth. He whipped his head, looking back in through the glass doors to see Drew and Amanda. His eyes jumped quickly to Scarlet, wondering what was going on through her head: it was clear that Drew had found another pet to use. He laughed, a husky malice that rumbled from his chest. “Oh, poor Scarlet,” he muttered under his breath. As kids poured in, directed into the basement, he caught the eye of a tall African-American boy, who scowled and trudged on in, making sure to stay by a loyal companion, some skinny British boy. He instantly pegged them as trouble.
He jumped down from the truck and sourly sighed, “As if I don’t have enough of that.” Lightning cracked behind him like a bull whip and he turned, twisting in his boots, and defiantly stared back as wind rushed at him. Bright light gleamed in the dark of his eye. He wasn’t afraid of the dream of death. And this storm would pass. He turned, sulking back into the Town Hall, just as it began to rain. “Alright,” he shouted over the chaos. Kids, frightened and definitely frightened of him more than the storm, turned to face him. “Get in the basement. Now.” Kids scattered, more than eager to head down. He weaved through the kids until he found Scarlet. He raised a sharp eyebrow. “A little shell shocked your dear Sherlock abandoned you, Watson? I know, betrayal always hurts. Now let’s go before your pretty hair falls out.” He grabbed her roughly by the elbow—and realizing, in a dim sense, that he really did care about Scarlet—steered her to safety. How kind of him.

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

Micah hauled out what supplies he found, and then, glancing back up at the storm... he saw how it loomed over them like a dreaded nightmare. And in the distance, he saw a washy wall cascading to the ground. So it had started. "Quick, take the supplies to Town Hall!" He shouted. As much as he hated doing it, Drew's protection of a warm basement and supplies sounded comforting. But he wasn't supposed to feel comfort anymore. Not since Chicago and not since he had realized what he'd become.
He scowled, waving a few dozen kids into the large house. "Go down to the basement and stay there, no matter what," he snapped at the oldest kid. "We'll come and get you guys when the storm's over. Now go!" He turned, heaving a breath, and grimaced when he looked back at the sky again. The cloud was oozing forward, slowly, creeping up on them and waiting for the perfect chance to attack.
The African-kid made a bee-line for the basement, followed by a ton of other kids. But of all the faces, he followed Jack's.

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location: karsten's home;; mood: freaked out;; tagged: karsten, jared;; power: none.

Cassie turned around, staring at Karsten with a sense of annoyance. Gosh, this guy was pathetic. [color=#B4040]“You think?”[/color] She had already put that together—what with the TV and radios being completely out, it was only assumed that the satellites connections weren’t… well, connecting. Obviously. There was this looming dome over them, holding them in like a bunch of fireflies in a kid’s jar. But realizing that she wasn’t the smartest of all the kids in this dome, she glanced at the dog, as Karsten had gone to go gallivant about his house, leaving her with a perverted dog that watched her every move and a shocked boy.
After a moment of hesitation—because what if Karsten heard her talking to the dog?—she decided to go ahead and speak to somebody. Because apparently Jared didn’t want to talk.
“Let me guess,” she said sourly. Her lip curled in a cringe. “You don’t know who I am either?” She nodded, realizing the bitter agreement, before going ahead and mumbling, “Well, I’m Shaye Pingpong. I’m a world-wide known Youtuber/actress/comedian. Sometimes a mad scientist, but… whatever.” This bit of information was beginning to bother her. Didn’t people like old fashioned comedy, especially Youtuber comedy? Defiantly, she crossed her arms and circled the kitchen.
After a moment, the blonde looked down at her hand. At the camera chip she still held. The camera—ahem—that Mr. Na… Karsten. Karsten had crumpled like it was no more than $400.00 piece of paper. Well, it hadn’t just been some “piece of paper.” It had been her “$400.00 future.” She looked up, swaying in her sneakers, and smiled pleasantly when she saw Karsten return. “Oh, goody. What adventures did you discover? Wait, let me guess: you’ve figured out that it’s raining all around the house.” Her irritated sarcasm spread out like poison. She scowled. “Uh huh. And I’m a poet: I’m going to describe your death as witty, devastatingly gory and utterly breath taking! How do you like that?!”
An explosion erupted in her ears. She didn’t even have time to say anything before he shoved her down. Pain exploded throughout her side. There was an intruder. But Cassie remembered! The gun! “Karsten!” She shouted.
Glass shattered, spraying across the whole living room, pushed on further by a gust of wind and rain. The radiation! She scrambled away, blindly, and found refuge behind a couch: just as another bullet lodged by her head. She ducked—even though that was futile, and she knew the bullet had already been fired. A blank echo rang through her ears. Hesitantly, she fumbled for the gun and tried to aim it in her hands, but they were quaking too might for delight.
But it was all over in a matter of seconds, seconds she wasn’t able to perform with the shock of watching Karsten… beat this guy. She watched, utterly breathless, as he stood. The body on the ground didn’t move. And to top the scenario, a girl she knew all too well walked in through the door. Rain still beat down into the living room. “C’mon!” she choked out, a frightened screech. [color=#BF4040]“Get out of the rain, you idiots! I… Get… get to the basement!”[/color] She lurched, unstable, and crawled with gun in hand to the basement. A man, murdered, before her eyes; her two companions, perhaps now infected with death itself. This was not a normal day in Worther Beach.

[glazend.]

indind
iｋａｒｓｔｅｎ ｆｅｈｌｔ ｌｅｗｅｎｔｈａｒｔ
i
age;; sixteen
mood;; nervous, riled
crush;; Cassified. See what I did there? *punches in shoulder*
Not right now, but later most likely.
where;; at Karsten's place, in the middle of the woods,
way out of town to the west.
power;; Psionic Blast, in use
tagged;; cass, jar
affiliation;; townie

Ｂｅ ｃａｒｅｆｕｌ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｅｙｅｓ
ｗｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ,
Ｆｏｒ ｉｔ'ｓ ｔｈｅ ｓｅｃｏｎｄ ｇｌａｎｃｅ ｔｈａｔ
ｔｉｅｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｈａｎｄｓ ａｓ ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ
ｐｕｌｌｓ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｒｉｎｇｓ.
Ｂｅ ｃａｒｅｆｕｌ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｆｅｅｔ
ｗｈｅｒｅ ｙｏｕ ｇｏ,
Ｆｏｒ ｉｔ'ｓ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｆｅｅｔ
ｂｅｈｉｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｔｈａｔ ａｒｅ
ｓｕｒｅ ｔｏ ｆｏｌｌｏｗ..
~It's a Slow Fade, Casting Crowns

Karsten's head flashing over at Jess. He was already enraged, and this.. this Russian ticking time bomb was now here. All Karsten wanted to do was run down to the basement and lock her out, but would that be... nice? No. But is this his home? Yes. And is that Russian intruding? Yes. Then in his right he can do it! Karsten is endangered, after all. His life could be at risk. Legally, he could shoot her.. but no! No no no! That would be terrible! He glanced over at the lifeless body on the ground, holding his breath a few moments to look at the dark blue lines throughout e face and arms.
He bursted through, managing to shove the Russian out of the way and catch the boy and Cass by their arms, practically dragging them down the hall and push them into the 'hole', or, more specifically, the entry to the basement, after punching in the security code. The two bounced off of a mini-trampoline at the bottom of the latter, and rolled onto the floor. Karsten cut his finger while coloring the door, and he barely missed the two bodies when stepping to the side after a small bounce upwards. After pushing the 'lock' button next to the metallic, silver door, he plopped himself onto the guy's hand, but toppled down next to the girl. Clearing his throat, he glared at her, slowly pulling himself up. Everything around him spun, and just to make sense of it all the teenager had to prop his forehand against the bright, orange and peach wall.
"You know.." Karsten mumbled, giving a quick glance at Cass who was just about to, most likely, freak out on him. You know, I'm not going to let the Russian who ran over my leg and nearly killed my dog, in, right? As for religious reasons, I should definitely, but I will not let that murderer into my home! She is an intruder, and when the adults were here, I could've sent her to jail!" For the moment, his mind was finally at peace, and the dizziness stopped temporarily. The door started rattling, but there's no chance of that Russisch slop. A bit racist, don't you say, Karsten? He thought to himself.
"Donch pandith, du Arsch. Dies ist eine Hölle von viel einfacher als.." He paused. "Als sich von diesem Kerl, oder.. oder He-Handhabung dieser Macht zu befreien. Nur nicht in Panik, und wir werden in Ordnung sein." {La la la.. just a bunch of German-ness.. and swearing..} Karsten about freaked out, inside, trying to not engulf the girl in his stupidity and looseness.

[credence]

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name;; jared winston
age;; seventeen
allegiance;; townie
power;; matter phasing
tags;; cassie, karsten

ooc;; --



ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʀɪsᴇs
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ɪs ᴏʜ sᴏ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ
ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴀғғᴏᴅɪʟs
ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʜ ᴅᴇᴀʀ
ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ
ʏᴏᴜʀᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟ sᴄʀᴇᴡ
ʏᴏᴜʀᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪɴᴋ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ
ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄʟᴜᴇ
ɪᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴍᴀᴅ

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Jared stumbled and hit the ground shoulder-first. He blinked, the fact not even reaching him. He wasn't even sure if he was still alive. He lay on the ground quietly, listening to the echos of Cassie's voice, mingled with the German kid's. Jessi was screaming a long string of four-lettered words in some distant land. Or maybe that was his imagination; Jared was finding it harder and harder to differentiate between fiction and reality.

He blinked once again, his mind somehow telling him that he was lying on the ground, and pushed himself into a sitting position. His gaze fell evenly on the wall opposite him, his mind reeling. The adults were gone. He had been abducted by his best friend and a German kid. He didn't know where Jessi was, but her shouting was getting louder. He didn't really know where he was, but he was glad that Cassie was there; at least they could be the victims of a serial killer together. He wondered when Jodi Foster would show up. It was beginning to rain outside.

That last thought got his left ear ringing, an annoying E flat. It was raining outside. Hadn't he heard someone saying something about radioactive rain? It was in the realm of possibility that his brain was short-circuiting and recalling details from a TV show he had once watched. Yet, this just seemed too... vivid... to be fantasy. He blinked slowly, his mind switching from zoned-out to his usual curios self. He licked his dry lips and looked up at Cassie. She didn't look happy, but he didn't really care at that moment.

"Cassie," he said. His words were slow and careful, like he was afraid that he mind drop and break them if he used them too quickly. "I think we're going to die now."

[adoration]

[ I hope it's not too late to join? c: This is kind of a rough form; it's pretty late here. ]

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xxgood traits: intellectual, can 'carry her own weight'
xxbad traits: straightforward, tough, blunt
xxrarest traits: quiet, submissive
xxin a tight situation: she won't hesitate to sacrifice
xx'getting along' for what's best

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name: shiloh gray
nicknames: lo, an old nickname
age: sixteen
gender: female
role: the townies' deputy

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When you're born as the only girl into a family of four husky eastern european boys, you learn how to fend for yourself. Especially when you have a name that makes it seem as if your parents weren't planning to have a girl. But that's Shiloh for you; five foot eight and the exact definition of perfection--that is, if your perfection is defined as a girl who can throw a punch.

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eye color: light blue
hair color: chocolate brown with blonde highlights
skin color: fair, though she tans easily
height: five feet eight inches
weight: hundred thirty-five pounds

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'Rough & tough;' yeah, that might be a good way to explain her, though there's more to her than just that. Sure, she had three rowdy older brothers and a macho Romanian dad with a visage as stony and solemn as a statue, but you can't forget about her mom--one of her favorite people, actually. It's because of her influence that Shiloh has ended up a bit 'softer' on the inside, with a love for literature and language in her blood. Give her a fight and she'll try not to back down, but give her a book and she'll be up through the night reading.

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orientation: straight
crush: nobody as of now
power: gravitational manipulation
power: like the 'push and pull' without the actual shove
family: parents and three older brothers
allies: the rest of the townies

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[Helmuth]

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location: karsten's home;; mood: freaked out;; tagged: karsten, jared;; power: none.

Three things came clear to Cassie in that distraught moment. Number one: her only true friend had been locked out of safety by this insane German, who apparently liked to rule the roost and pick her up—I mean, c’mon! Let her walk herself to safety. Pff. She was getting really tired of him just sweeping her off her feet… and how was he even able to do that, anyway? She weighed way more than what she looked like she could have. But anyway. Number two: Jared was conscious! She could have did a rap song just to express her joy, and you have to understand that Cassie—although hating rap songs—only liked them if they talked about things she supported. Her rap song title? At this moment, it’d have to be something like, “Yeah, man, I’m so happy Jared’s back.” Yeah… something like that. Ooh! And then number three: this one took a moment to register… that she’d have to kill the Nazi.
Cassie turned, staring up at the lumbering guy with a horrified expression on her face. Then a whisper, barely audible, she said, and even to her amazement, “I’m going to throttle you.” Then again, a little louder, a last cry escaping her mouth, “I’m going to throttle you!”
She whirled on him, slipping—and although this wasn’t intended—in her converse. She fell to a kneel and, having dropped the pistol, scrambled to get it. She found it, groped it, and raised it in quaking hands to aim it at Karsten’s face. Her own looked nauseated.
“Listen, you hopeless immigrant,” she blustered. “I’m Cassie Preston, the Youtuber—my alias is Shaye Pingpong! And the girl you just locked out is my friend, Jessi Petrova, and also known as Peggy Pogo from Planet 2163875, two blocks from Mars!” She cast a shaky look at Jared. Had she ever aimed at somebody with a pistol, intending to kill them? No. But had she ever intended to kill somebody, and bring them back to life? … Um, well, yes. Now she had.
The blonde rose shakily to her feet. “And I’m about to kill you, so you better start wetting your pants, kid, or open the door! You choose!” She motioned to the door with an awkward jut of her chin. “Open the door, Karsten. Or…” Fear fell upon her. She couldn’t just kill this guy! She let out a frustrated cry and turned away, trying to collect her thoughts. Oh gosh, this guy was bugging her! The blonde turned again and then said, training her pistol on him, “Okay. Let me tell you how this will go. If you don’t open the door, I’m going to neuter you.” She smiled, grimly. “Yep. My dad showed me how to neuter my dog, and I’m pretty sure it’s not much different on a guy. So. Even though my threat is a bit ostentatious in taste, I’d respect it if you understand this hazard as life-threatening because I so don’t want to neuter anybody here.” She shuttered in disgust, and then glanced nervously at Jared.
An explosion went off, and the next thing she knew she was lying on her back in the dirt, blood gushing from her nose. She raised a weak hand to her mouth. Holy… holy crud. She had fired the gun… she had… She had fired the gun! She craned her neck, and was relieved to see a large hole in the wall. “Sorry about that as well,” she mumbled. Then lay her head back. She was done. If Jessi died, well, pff. It wouldn’t be on her conscience anymore. Her nose was probably gone and she felt light headed. Jessi wasn’t of her concern anymore.