ＰＯＯＦ; open

[glazend.]

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age;; sixteen
mood;; annoyed, humiliated, agitated
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, jess, jared, bullenbeisser
affiliation;; townie
ooc;; xxI'm getting sick of this header but I'm terrible at coding. Anyone have any
tips and/or ideas?

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
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"Wait, what now?" Karsten was dumbstruck, and froze in his place. "No! I'm not on drugs, thank you!" He almost gagged, though for no reason. He raised an eyebrow, his mouth slightly open as he snatched the camera away from Cass' hands, blocking Jared and Cass before they leaped in the car. "I can't help I'm already anxious. Anxiety and water don't mix well with me." Karsten explained, in a panic. He narrowed his eyes at Jessi, then at Jared, but never looking at Cass. "And you're welcome." He sighed, directing his response to Cass yet never glancing at her. "Look, if you want to leave me, it's fine, but I can run pretty well to town and back. And I'm sure you guys need my recording as well."
What he wasn't saying, was that he was hearing rumors about this.. this Mars kid and some Drew. Karsten didn't know if he was supposed to be against them or with them, he was already confused and utterly humiliated. "I do not know what 'the Eyes' are, and of course I'm not American. German customs are different, just so you know, JESSICA." His face distorted into a scowl, and he growled, "I don't like you," to Jessi, obviously. He was almost threatening to creep her out as well, because apparently looking at Americans without words was freaky. Ha! They are so weird..
Karsten didn't breathe, but instead held his breath as he turned around and started walking down the road, expressionless and off to find this weird 'Mars' guy. Or not. He didn't know what he was doing and was confused and agitated. And bubbling. And he only wanted to scream out to the world and run through the forest without a care in the world. But he can't. There are a bunch of nuts running around with radioactive rain and freaky kids with powers, including him. He was afraid of himself. Who knows what else he can do? Next thing is he's going to sprout wings, horns and breathe fire. Or speak Russian. Great. Now that's in his head. Karsten growled, Bullenbeisser padding behind him without a care in the world.

[Helmuth]

Ｉ'Ｍ ＮＯ ＢＡＴＭＡＮ ● ● ●
● ● ● ＪＵＳＴ ＴＨＥ ＲＯＢＩＮ

ＴＨＥ ＹＯＵＴＵＢＥＲ

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⊰ █████████████████████ ⊱

name: cassidy anne preston; cassie.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: in pain... a lot, lotta pain.
tagged: jared, karsten, and jessi.
location: karsten's house.
occupation: youtuber.
crush: currently none. LIES!
ooc: Hel is watching you!
You're stealing my coding! ARHGGH!

⊰ █████████████████████ ⊱

ＹＯＵ ＧＯＴ ＤＥＳＩＧＮＥＲ ＳＨＡＤＥＳ，
ＡＮＤ Ｉ ＧＯＴ ＣＯＭＥＤＹ ＴＡＳＴＥ,

ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ ＷＥＡＲ ＴＨＥＭ ＡＲＯＵＮＤ
ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＣＯＯＬＥＲ ＴＨＡＮ ＭＥ.

ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＳＡＹ "ＨＥＹ,"
ＯＲ ＲＥＭＥＭＢＥＲ ＭＹ ＮＡＭＥ.

ＡＮＤ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＰＲＯＢＡＢＬＹ ＣＡＵＳＥ
ＹＯＵ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ

ＣＯＯＬＥＲ ＴＨＡＮ ＭＥ.

Cassie frowned, looking out across the grass, sparkling with fresh rain, and watched as Karsten headed on to town by himself. Cloud cover ahead was beginning to separate, allowing shoots of light to spring forth and lighten their situation. Well, not for all of them, but in Cassie’s perspective, maybe the idea of Karsten coming along wasn’t so bad. But there was still a line she did not cross: this band, this Youtuber’s gallivant of the impossible, only included herself, Jessi and Jared. No other.
The blonde cast an uneasy look at Jared. She wondered if she was doing the right thing. Maybe Karsten really was a serial killer. Maybe she was leading them all to their deaths. She swallowed uneasily.
“Karsten!” She called out. She waited until he turned around and gave him a trivial smile, one that suggested her awkward disagreement to her friend’s objectives. “I’m with Zaba the Monkey from Planet 65294--” she held up her hand and spread her fingers in a salute “—so it’s my civil duty to bring you along. Not that you’re the best company… seeing as, uh, we speak different languages… but better company than none! Alright? You’re currently with the bureau.” She gracelessly flung her hand down by her side and then shrugged in a way that said, What? We’re going in the same direction; it’s not like we aren’t going to see each other in town, anyway.
She pinched her shirt, waving it a bit before adding, “Plus, I got your mom’s—“ … or last victim’s… “—shirt on. I’ll have to return it to you anywho. So, uh, like, ride... with us?” Then she gestured fumblingly toward the van, the beat up, rusty van that—when her dad and Jared argued over it—was not simply junk, but vintage junk. It was the only way he got around, in his vintage piece of junk.
She grimaced at her ineptness. “Plus, Shaye Pingpong still has to introduce you to Lucille Ball…” She scowled. “Seeing as you are all hopeless when it comes to history of comedians.” But she quickly shrugged off her dismay and whistled, gesturing to follow her as she jumped into the van, where she began toying with her camera. She looked at Jessi. “That was a bit ostentatious, wasn’t it?” She rolled her eyes. “Bringing him along isn’t such a pain. It’s not like I don’t want to study him for future reference in these “magic trick” events.” Then, in a mutter, she added, “Plus, he’s kind of cute.”

[glazend.]

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age;; sixteen
mood;; twitchy, disgusted, humiliated
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, jessi
affiliation;; townie
ooc;; xxI'm getting sick of this header but I'm terrible at coding. Anyone have any
tips and/or ideas?

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
English
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Because of not being far away, Karsten could easily hear Cassie call him.. wait for it.. cute! A geeky grin spread across his face, and he almost started jumping up and down. And she wanted him to come along, right? He didn't know, all he knew was that even if she didn't invite him along, he was still coming. Then the Russian walked up to him with her oh-so-famous death glare. Oh wait, that's right, Karsten has an actual death glare. Heh. Funny how that works out. "Sorry Honey Buns, but I'm coming along anyways." He paused, running his fingers through the nest of curly hair on his head. "And your pants are a little wet." With that said, he walked off towards the van.
"Thanks," He said, catching a quick glance at her eyes as he loaded into the van, commanding Bullenbeisser to stay at the house. The dog ran back to the property, somehow jumping over the puddles. "Poor animal," Karsten sighed, pulling out his phone as everyone loaded back into the van. He pulled up 'Notes', and typed in,
'Sorry for staring at you in the Kitchen. Sometimes I.. stare, I guess.' Which was partially a lie. He doesn't just.. stare at random people. Just Cassie, of course. He skipped a line, continuing,
'The last few weeks have been crazy. First, our parents are lost, then I've run into you guys, made an enemy of Russia, and now I leave Bullenbeisser at home. This is madness.'
He saved the note for later, and resisted typing up that he heard her. Instead, he smoothed out his shirt, grimacing when he noticed two drops of blood on his bright blue shirt. Cassie's. Karsten's cheeks set aflame, and he looked out the window to conceal it, pretending to rub something out of his eye. He didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but it looked nasty. Not as nasty as it looked when it was gushing out of her nose.. but still.
After a few moments, the van roared to life.. well, not roared, but more like whined to life. Karsten forked over his phone to Cass, waiting for her to read it. Meanwhile, he stared at one of the drops of blood, wanting to destroy the shirt completely. Too late now. They were already on the road and it would've been childish and just plain wimpy if he were to stop the van, run back in the house, grab a shirt, change, run back out, load into the van and resume.

[grim.]

↠ 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 → kevin, hanna-nora, quinn, mia.
feeling → exhausted.
where → home.
power → touch of death.
bars → four.
crush → none.

No way was she getting his pizza pops, not even one. They were his, all his! If there was anything he lover more than a sub, it was pizza pops and even if they were radioactive be damned if he going to let them go to waste. Two had already disappeared down his gullet and the third was half gone. It was annoying trying to eat with the gloves on, but he didn’t want to risk the little kid trying to steal his food with her grubby fingers and so he kept the gloves on.

Then she mentioned she could feel vibes, like emotions, almost like an empath or something. Great just great, that’s what he needed was some little kid running around telling people that an aura of hatred and death rolled off of him. Super. His brother could conduct electricity, whoever or whatever he touched that apparently wasn’t a cat dropped dead, this girl read vibes off of people, so what could this Irish kid do? He could probably pick up a freight train or something, now there was a thought. He was going to open his mouth to say something to the little girl, but decided against it, just narrowing his eyes and finishing off his pizza pops, looking her dead in the eye as he devoured the last little morsel.

Then Irish boy was on his feet screaming as a soft knock reverberated through the kitchen. A girl, teenager, blondish brownish hair, blue eyes. Three had been a crowd, four was just getting to be too many. So he slipped out of the kitchen, leaving his plate on the counter. He escaped into the hallway, listening the sounds and voices in the kitchen for a few minutes before he made his way to his bedroom. He tried to step lightly in his heavy combat boots, although it was hard not to make a sound. Just hopefully nobody would follow him.

So he made his way to his bedroom, admiring the monochromatic feel of it, the black walls and carpet with the white trim and ceiling. The white sheets and black blankets, the lack of windows. Perfect, he’s always enjoyed dark places and his room was no exception. He flopped down on his bed, belly first, arms tucked under his head and started to drift of, despite having already slept for at least twelve hours.

↠ Kevin . Marisol . Darko ↞

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Twenty eight days.
Six hours.
Forty two minutes.
Twelve seconds.
That is when the world will end.

tagged → hannah-nora, quinn, adam, mia.
feeling → amused.
where → home.
power → electricity manipulation.
bars → three.
crush → none.

SEverything in the house that had been deemed important had been toted into the shelter last night. A legitimate fallout shelter, lead walls and everything. The only food that hadn’t been moved down there had been Adam’s blasted pizza pops and the fool was standing right there eating all four of the radioactive things. It showed just how little Adam cared about things. He rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly. Hannah-Nora was griping about wanting the pizza pops despite the fact that a box of fruit loops sat on the table. “They're irradiated, trust me you don’t want them.”

It hadn’t taken him long to realize that the fallout had fried anything electrical, which meant there no longer was electricity. The nuclear, whatever had gone off, must’ve sent out an EMP shockwave or something. Or maybe the power had just gone out temporarily, but either way there was no longer any electricity in the Darko household. He’d also revealed the fact that he could control and emit electricity, but of course only the three other people in the room knew that and he intended to keep it on the down-low, he didn’t need somebody like Drew catching wind of what he could do. Especially if the power was out for good, he didn’t exactly fancy becoming a backup generator.

It had been oddly quiet though, and it took him longer to catch on than he should, but the little girl, she’s been extraordinarily quiet after her encounter with his brother the night before. Why was that? Adam wasn’t that scary was he? He knew there was something different about his brother though, he’d always been sullen, but he’d never seemed this dark before, nor had been so pale. The bruises under his eyes stood out prominently and Kevin chuckled as Hannah-Nora stated that he looked like a drug addict.

Then Adam made the move of asking the little girl what her power was, that had been peculiar too. If Adam hadn’t freaked out at Kevin’s power, then he must have one of his own. Maybe that was why he still had those infernal gloves on, even scarfing his food down with them on. Something weird was going on with him. “Vibes?” He echoed upon hearing the words. Well, the girl had just confirmed his suspicions, something was definitely up with his brother but he’d have to ask later, because another guest had arrived, knocking on the door.

Well, other than the ten year old this was the only other girl he’d seen for the last three days. Actually the only other person besides the three with him in the kitchen. Quinn was on his feet freaking out, Adam was scowling away by the fridge and out of the corner of his eye he saw his twin slink out of the room and head presumably towards his bedroom. A loud bang had him bolt around and nearly fall out of his chair as Quinn’s own hit the floor. His broad Irish voice filled the air before the girl spoke. She had a soft voice and spoke almost like a little kid even though she had to be at least fifteen. She introduced herself as Mia and wanted to know what was going on, well who didn’t?

“Uhm...I’m Kevin, this is my house this is Quinn and uh...?” He arched an eyebrow as he still hadn’t gotten the little girl’s name, he just filled in with a fake thick Jamaican accent. “She’s da self proclaimed Mizz Capone.” Terrible, just terrible, but he made himself laugh at his awful accent. “As for what’s going on, well, nobody really knows. So we’re all in the same boat on that one. I don’t suppose you’ve seen anything weird going on have you?” He wasn’t going to let her in on his secret, nor did he want anyone else to. He didn’t trust her enough for that, well he didn’t trust at all to be honest.

[credence]

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Ｉ ＫＮＥＷ ＹＯＵ ＷＥＲＥ
ＧＯＮＮＡ ＣＯＭＥ ＴＯ ＭＥ
ＡＮＤ ＨＥＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＡＲＥ
ＢＵＴ ＹＯＵ ＢＥＴＴＥＲ
ＣＨＯＯＳＥ ＣＡＲＥＦＵＬＬＹ
ＣＡＵＳＥ ＩＭ ＣＡＰＡＢＬＥ ＯＦ ＡＮＹＴＨＩＮＧ
ＯＦ ＡＮＹＴＨＩＮＧ ＡＮＤ ＥＶＥＲＹＴＨＩＮＧ
ＭＡＫＥ ＭＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＡＰＨＲＯＤＩＴＥ
ＭＡＫＥ ＭＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＯＮＥ ＡＮＤ ＯＮＬＹ
ＢＵＴ ＤＯＮ’Ｔ ＭＡＫＥ ＭＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＥＮＥＭＹ

ＳＯ ＹＯＵ ＷＡＮＮＡ ＰＬＡＹ ＷＩＴＨ ＭＡＧＩＣ
ＢＯＹ ＹＯＵ ＳＨＯＵＬＤ ＫＮＯＷ
ＷＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＦＡＬＬＩＮＧ ＦＯＲ
ＢＡＢＹ ＤＯ ＹＯＵ ＤＡＲＥ ＴＯ ＤＯ ＴＨＩＳ
ＣＡＵＳＥ ＩＭ ＣＯＭＩＮＧ ＡＴ ＹＯＵ
ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ＤＡＲＫ ＨＯＲＳＥ
ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＲＥＡＤＹ ＦＯＲ
Ａ ＰＥＲＦＥＣＴ ＳＴＯＲＭ
ＣＡＵＳＥ ＯＮＣＥ ＹＯＵＲＥ ＭＩＮＥ
ＴＨＥＲＥ’Ｓ ＮＯ ＧＯＩＮＧ ＢＡＣＫ

ＭＡＲＫ ＭＹ ＷＯＲＤＳ
ＴＨＩＳ ＬＯＶＥ ＷＩＬＬ
ＭＡＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＬＥＶＩＴＡＴＥ
ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ＢＩＲＤ ＷＩＴＨＯＵＴ Ａ ＣＡＧＥ
ＢＵＴ ＤＯＷＮ ＴＯ ＥＡＲＴＨ
ＩＦ ＹＯＵ ＣＨＯＯＳＥ ＴＯ ＷＡＬＫ ＡＷＡＹ
ＤＯＮＴ ＷＡＬＫ ＡＷＡＹ

ＩＴＳ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＰＡＬＭ ＯＦ
ＹＯＵＲ ＨＡＮＤ ＮＯＷ ＢＡＢＹ
ＩＴＳ Ａ ＹＥＳ ＯＲ ＮＯ ＮＯ ＭＡＹＢＥ
ＳＯ ＪＵＳＴ ＢＥ ＳＵＲＥ ＢＥＦＯＲＥ
ＹＯＵ ＧＩＶＥ ＩＴ ＡＬＬ ＴＯ ＭＥ
ＧＩＶＥ ＩＴ ＡＬＬ ＴＯ ＭＥ

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marjorie moreau -- seventeen -- student -- no power -- drew crew, amanda



ｍａｒｊｏｒｉｅ
Marjorie decided it would be best not to laugh at the thought of Drew's marriage to this Amanda girl. Poor girl, so caught up in the idea that this dark, mysterious, powerful boy would turn from the darkness and to the light because he truly did love her. Marjorie strained to keep from rolling her eyes, even as she caught Drew's almost nonexistent glance towards her as he grasped Scarlet's words. Even if Drew was as deeply in love as Romeo was with Juliet, there was nothing that could pull Drew from being the power-hungry boy that he was. There was a lot of personal experience that Marjorie had gathered over the years with people such as Drew. As painful as the truth may seem, as hopeful as the teenage girl's heart can be, there was nothing that could be done to save someone like Drew.

She guessed, though, that it would be best to give Scarlet an approving smile at her joke. It was funny, though Marjorie didn't really show it, that Scarlet had called her sane. The girl called Marjorie Moreau was anything but mentally stable. There was no need to correct Scarlet; people would figure it out soon enough. In a small, isolated town such as this, the most deeply buried secrets --- even those of a silent, unfeeling, and mentally disturbed girl such as herself --- Marjorie knew that those secrets would see the light before anyone could acknowledge their existence. Oh, how she awaited seeing the shock dawn on Scarlet's perfect face.

Her shoulders tightened when Drew gave the order for her to be shipped off with Amanda and Scarlet. She had the glimmer of hope that Drew may be joking, but that truth-seeking side of her knew that tone of voice too well. This was no prank. Was he punishing her? Surely, though she couldn't find a reason for him to do so. To be sent off under Scarlet's command to deal with bickering children and take inventory of the canned foods aisle was a punishment she had guessed that she would serve after she got to hell, not before. Marjorie gave a single nod, no emotion wrapped up in it at all. It wouldn't be long, she reminded herself, until the tables would turn. Drew might be treating her like the pawn now, but once she reached the other side of the board, they both knew she would become the queen.

Marjorie turned on the heel of her leather boot, pushing her way through the crowd as if she was a robot. The outside air wrapped around her, feeling lighter than it had earlier, just after the storm. She didn't know much about radiation poisoning, though she wouldn't admit it. Did she have to touch something first, or simply breathe in? Was she already dying? Was that storm even radioactive at all? She wondered how Drew would feel, knowing that she had died to get his dirty work done. Would he even shed a tear? She barely smiled to herself. Those sentimental thoughts were not for the moment. She had baby-sitting to do, remember? She leaned against her chevelle, waiting for the others.

[Helmuth]

✴ ✴ ✴ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＭＥＳＳ
ＷＩＴＨ ＴＨＩＳ ＣＨＩＣＫ ✴ ✴ ✴

ＴＨＥ ＳＫＡＴＥＲ ＣＨＩＣＫ

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♡ █████████████████████ ♡

name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: upset.
tagged: kevin, mia, quinn.
location: the dorko's house.
occupation: skater, aggravator.
crush: KEVIN! No... QUINN! .... *undecided*.
ooc: mwahaha!

♡ █████████████████████ ♡

Ｉ'Ｍ ＯＮ Ａ ＭＩＳＳＩＯＮ ＷＩＴＨ ＮＯ
ＲＥＳＴＲＩＣＴＩＯＮＳ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ
ＳＥＣＯＮＤ ＧＵＥＳＳ ＭＹＳＥＬＦ
Ｉ'Ｍ ＢＯＲＮ ＴＯ ＢＥ ＷＩＬＤ

ＳＴＥＰ ＯＮ ＴＨＥ ＢＲＡＫＥＳ，
ＴＨＥＮ Ｉ'ＭＡ ＳＴＥＰ ＯＮ ＴＨＥ
ＧＡＳ Ｉ ＡＭ Ａ ＲＥＢＥＬ， ＢＵＴ Ｉ ＤＯ ＩＴ
ＷＩＴＨ ＣＬＡＳＳ
Ｉ ＳＥＴ ＴＨＥ ＢＯＵＮＤＡＲＩＥＳ，
ＴＨＥ ＲＵＬＥＳ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＯＷＮ ＭＥ
Ｉ'Ｍ ＬＩＶＩＮＧ ＬＩＦＥ ＯＮ ＴＨＥ ＥＤＧＥ.

Hannah-Nora almost drooled as that fat-hog’s butt-face gobbled down the last of the pizza pops! Ahh! Rigid misery overcame her and she bemoaned displeasure, her gut twisting up, and her body falling faint against Quinn. She was overcome with starvation and that fat oink had eaten all there was to eat! Oh, the inhumanity! Then the chilly realization overcame her that she would have to eat Kevin or Quinn to survive! And so, silently praying to God that Quinn was a good meal, she looked around for something to sharpen her teeth with. Eventually she came to a popsicle stick and, shrugging, picked it up and began running it back and forth of her pearly whites.
She shot Kevin the death glare. “My name…” She quickly hurled herself at the table, and held up a finger to say, “give me a moment,” before groaning, throwing her chubby weight onto the ground. Finally, flustered and flushed, she stood, put her fists on her hips and flapped her cape in Kevin’s face. “HANNAH-NORA EWA! Also known as—“ she twirled her cape, before hiding her face; all but her eyes, big brown eyes and wiggling eyebrows popped out. “LADY CAPONE! HEAR MY NAME AND TREMBLE, BABY!”
Then the Jamaican girl gasped at Kevin attempted—attempted—to mimic her accent. “How dare ya, mon! All of ya Americans, you fat lawds that needa be maw open with ya cultures!” She shot a chubby finger out and poked the tall boy in the nose. “No more of dat—dat—dat mimicking, Elmo, or I be walkin’ all up and down ya butt!” Then she turned and, once again, let out a savage cry and hurled herself onto Quinn’s lap. “I demond a pony ride, mon! Yeeee-hawwww! Gedde up, mon! ya need to work off dem extwa carbs, anyway! Gedde goin’!”












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name: cassidy anne preston; cassie.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: in pain... a lot, lotta pain.
tagged: jared, karsten, and jessi.
location: karsten's house.
occupation: youtuber.
crush: currently none.
ooc: uh... i have pet chickens.

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Cassie climbed into the front and dropped into the chair. “Oh, come on,” she moaned irritably, seeing as the belt didn’t budge. The comedian twisted in her seat, braced her feet up against the van and yanked on it, muttering curses, until the belt loosened.
“Okay!” She pointed ahead. “To my house!” And for a while, she focused on trying to get the camera chip out. That poor camera. She glanced at Karsten through the rearview mirror, wondering if she could really trust this German. Clearly he wasn’t as smart as her—example? Breaking her camera. That $400.00 camera that contained the living proof of the disappearances: of seeing something other than her father disappearing. Of seeing… something else.
She set the camera on the dash board, giving up. It was then when a hand appeared out from nowhere, with a phone, and she jumped in surprise. In her cringe, she leaned around her chair and gave them a funny smile.
Then she took it and read it over. Hesitating a second, she wrote back, “Making a enemy of Jessi isn't a good thing. BTW, she doesn’t like being called Jessica. Like me, she was raised in a military family.” She added, “And when we’re passing notes, I’d like to add that we’re going to be heading back into town after my place.”
She passed it back, not caring to find out whose hands the phone slipped into. Later they arrived to her house. Setting upon a lawn, fenced in, was a two-story house that was then surrounded by a long field that eventually lead away to trees that then lead to an estuary. It wasn’t fancy, or even a stunning environment: house sat squat, with chipped orange paint and a cracked window. There was a goat pen, containing three milking does, a terrible stench to anybody who wasn’t familiar with it, and beyond that was two separate chicken houses: one small, one large. Cassie waited until the van stopped before jumping out yawning, twisting her limbs a bit. “Oh, who knew,” she muttered. She cast a fake smile at Karsten. “We only live twenty minutes away.” Perhaps Karsten really was a serial killer.
Then that meant if he needed another victim… she gulped… she wasn’t very far away. “C’mon.” She waved her hand to the milking house. “Before anything, we got to take care of these goats.” Prim, a short black doe with a stomach very out of proportion with everything else, stood bemoaning her hunger of a night without alfalfa. The blonde snapped her fingers at Jared. “As much as I know you’re a terrible wimp when it comes to dealing with animals you are not familiar with, you and Karsten will get the goats up. First Gypsy and Prim. Louise goes last. I’m going to go see Kotka and get the bucket and rags.” Then she took off to the house.






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name: jess marsden "mars" mccotty.
age: 17 years old.
feeling: sly.
tagged: drew, marjorie, amanda.
location: skipping to the sheriff's.
occupation: coates student, henchman.
crush: none.
ooc: mwahaha!

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The tread behind him was loud enough to assume it was Drew. Definitely not the click-click-click of Scarlett’s heels. Mars cast a look toward the herd of children pouring back out onto the wet streets. He avoided a puddle in his boots, easily stepping over it in his smooth stride.
“So, I guess you want that file you requested?” The Scottish boy looked over his shoulder, his dark eyes squinting in the dim light. His lips curled into a taut smile. “The short blonde is next on my kill list, by the way. Before the fall out, she got a good look at what we were doing.” The church was now a heap of ashes, of burned logs and fallen pillars. Apparently the fallout had saved what could. It was definitely not a church anymore.
It wasn’t entirely his fault, about the church. It was simply a task performed by him for Drew, to win the hearts of the young lovers in the streets. It was Drew’s selfish need for power that drove him to do things like this; but it wasn’t like Mars hated the idea of burning down some building. Even if he had Roman Catholic roots, it wasn’t something to cry over. The thing that Mars didn’t like was that Drew abused his power—that because of his charm and good looks, he used his power wrong. And Mars had seen too much power used wrong. It was his turn to fix that; and, no, he wasn’t going to be some savior for this church. He wasn’t here for that. He was here to simply fix his own needs. And that started with Drew’s head on a silver platter. Defy and win. Always.
A moment later, their strides synchronized and Mars looked over at the other Coates kid. Drew was as messed up as himself. He scoffed, a haughty laugh that escaped his lips. “So,” he said, flipping his coin. It gleamed in the light until he caught it in a scarred fistful. “What happens now, Brother?” He smiled. “Because I’m ready for anything.”

[Helmuth]

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name: cassidy anne preston; cassie.
age: 16 years old.
feeling:
tagged: jessi jared, and karsten.
location: her farm house.
occupation: youtuber.
crush: none at all.

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ＹＯＵ ＧＯＴ ＤＥＳＩＧＮＥＲ ＳＨＡＤＥＳ，
ＡＮＤ Ｉ ＧＯＴ ＣＯＭＥＤＹ ＴＡＳＴＥ,

ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ ＷＥＡＲ ＴＨＥＭ ＡＲＯＵＮＤ
ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＣＯＯＬＥＲ ＴＨＡＮ ＭＥ.

ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＳＡＹ "ＨＥＹ,"
ＯＲ ＲＥＭＥＭＢＥＲ ＭＹ ＮＡＭＥ.

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ＹＯＵ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ
ＣＯＯＬＥＲ ＴＨＡＮ ＭＥ.

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Finally in the house, Cassie wondered for the first time what she would do here all by herself. Clearly she would have to stay, because of the farm animals. But alone, night after night, while things happened in town and kids like Jessi and Jared continued happening? "These Sunlight Events are just going to get worse and worse," she murmured. She first went to her parent's room, where she stared at the empty bed. Then she saw Mack's .308 mounted on the wall. Despite being in the Unit, the blonde wondered what he was up to. She was just about to leave when she caught sight of that stupid little safe he had tucked up in the closet. She hesitated. Well ...
"He's not here," she argued with herself. "It wouldn't be worst than pointing a gun in a boy's face." But she quickly gave into curiosity, pried the metal box open and found dozen upon dozen of papers. Papers?! Papers?! That was what was so important?! Growling dismay, she wadded them in her fist and tromped back to her room. She found a backpack, stuffed in a few clothing items, a camera, and threw the papers in. Then zipped it shut.
"Really!?" she cried, frustrated. "After all this torment, lying in bed at night and thinking about it! No missile! No execution list! Agghhh!" She grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged irritably. "Mack, that dirty little Australian father of mine!" Well ... it was clear that sometimes Mack undid her.
She rolled her eyes, brushing imaginary dust from her shoulders in a haughty way—still trying to retain some comedian dignity—and was just walking out of the room when she heard Jessi yell for her.
She grinned, relieved that both Kotka and the chickens were fine. The blonde forced herself to grab wet rags, a bucket, and a jar before heading out to see her dog. "Kottie!" She exclaimed in that high pitched voice the dog loved so much. His tail went thumping against the grass and even the pet midget-chickens, hearing her cutesy-voice, came rushing over. "Baby nuggs!" cried the Youtuber. She gave them a long pet before, realizing to her awkward recognition that she looked like a mad woman in front of a stranger. The blonde girl stood, clearing her throat professionally. "They're my pet chickens," she explained pointedly. Then, seeing the goats up, sat down and began to milk; she tossed her bag to Karsten to hold. It was not long after ten minutes she was done, had the milk strained and in the fridge, and realized it was time to go.
"So, off to town, huh?" She sighed, giving the house one last look. It would be a bummer to leave again for another day. But she figured she'd be back tomorrow.

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One of the boys- well, one of the dark haired ones, who she assumed were brothers or whatever- left the room as soon as she entered, and Mia's face crumpled in on itself, tears starting to form behind the pretty blue eyes. Did she do something wrong? All she did was smile at everyone- maybe he didn't like smiling? She made a note not to smile in the presence of dark haired boy in the future, not if it made him uncomfortable or something. She didn't really want to upset anyone. So, now that Anti-Smile-Person was out of the room, the beam was back on her face as she looked at the other dark-haired boy. The boy introduced himself- Kevin- and the screaming boy was called Quinn. He wasn't screaming anymore; he was watching the little Jamaican girl- Mizz Capone?- with a slightly scared look. Mia's eyes darted back to Kevin and she nodded encouragingly as he finished his question. She took a deep breath before answering. "Well I don't know like I live outside town so I don't know many people like so I just came here and then there was a storm and me and some other kids like took shelter in this shop... thingy and," another deep gasp for air, "and I woke up this morning and they were all sort of gone so I was just like 'okay!' and now I'm here! Why'd you ask?"
xx With her little rendition finished, Mia giggled and opened her palms in a 'there you have it' sort of gesture, but then her hair fell in her eyes and she had to fix it. Cool moment ruined. Then Mizz Capone started talking and Mia immediately turned to her and paid earnest attention, even though the Irish boy, Quinn, was shaking his head from above the little gir's own, as if silently begging her to ignore the girl at all costs. Mia, who was never the best at cues like this, kept her eyes on Mizz Capone anyway.
xxx Quinn barely grunted as the girl threw herself against him, but he did attempt to hold her at arms-length. It didn't work and the Irish brunette eventually gave up, sighing as he let the Jamaican girl go about her business. He looked thoroughly uninterested and maybe a little bored as the girl did every dramatic trick in the book- throwing herself on the ground, spinning around, you name it, she probably did it. Mia, however, was enthralled, leaning forward and trying to get a better view of the display. She could see a long friendship forming between her and this girl- Mia's overall charm and Hannah-Nora's determination. They would be a force to be reckoned with- people would never again call Mia stupid or useless! She'd have Hannah-Nora by her side! The brunette clapped earnestly as Hannah-Nora finished the grand performance of her introduction, and Quinn again shook his head at her. Please don't, his eyes seemed to say, but Mia was too impressed to notice. She took the chair that was recently vacated by the Smile-Hater, and smiled pleasantly around the room, only blinking and jerking slightly as Quinn's back hit against the breakfast bar. Hannah-Nora had again thrown herself at him, and Quinn fixed her with a scathing look. "Jay-zus, you are literally gettin' more annoyin' by the minute. And you! You aren't helping!" He turned his look to Mia, and Mia shrank in her seat a little, her face crumpling and her eyes again misting with tears. Quinn blinked, looking around for support from Kevin as he tried to figure out what to do with the insane girl demanding a pony ride and the over-emotional girl who was probably contaminated with radiation.

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where town hall
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Scarlet watched Drew as her words took effect, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Drew liked to brush things off, she knew that. He liked to pretend that what she said couldn't affect him, but she knew that her words acted like thousands of tiny knives, inch by inch and bit by bit getting under his skin. That mental image just filled her with so much joy and light that she was positively brimming with it. She fixed his cutting gaze with one of her own, as if daring him to say something, anything. Then he just went ahead and was the stupid power-hungry idiot he always was. Honestly, at this point she could just kill him and get it over with. She caught Marjorie's smile and returned one of her one, albeit a bit tentatively. Scarlet didn't know how to take Marjorie. Amanda was gullible- she had to be to be madly in love with Drew or whatever- and Scarlet was queen bee, and fit all the stereotypes that came with it. Marjorie was potentially interesting, and Scarlet decided to check out her file later. The redhead rolled her neck to look back at Drew, the same playful smirk appearing.
"So, basically, you're asking me to divide the sheep into groups that will follow you blindly and a group that will probably- no, definitely- cause problems? Is that your big masterplan? Oh, honey, you've been doing your research on how to be a dictator, haven't you? I might as well go on home and bake you a big batch of cookies. Yeah, I think I can handle that." The snarkiness didn't mean she wasn't going to follow his orders- she was. Just as horribly as possible. Maybe she might even set a few kids free, whatever. Heh, that'd be fun. She pulled the tie from her hair, so it fell in waves down her back, and without another word she turned and followed Marjorie up the steps and into the fresh air. Well, not exactly fresh, it smelt like electricity and... something else entirely. Something a little scary that she didn't want to put her finger on. She followed Marjorie, lost in thought, until she came to a stop right in front of the girl. "Well? Are we going? If we're going to blindly follow Drew's orders I want to get it over and done with as soon as possible." She looked over her shoulder for Amanda.

[Helmuth]

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name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: upset.
tagged: kevin, mia, quinn.
location: the dorko's house.
occupation: skater, aggravator.
crush: KEVIN! No... QUINN! .... *undecided*.
ooc: mwahaha!

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ＲＥＳＴＲＩＣＴＩＯＮＳ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ
ＳＥＣＯＮＤ ＧＵＥＳＳ ＭＹＳＥＬＦ
Ｉ'Ｍ ＢＯＲＮ ＴＯ ＢＥ ＷＩＬＤ

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Hannah-Nora whirled, realizing this Claire chick was her only hope for survival! Oh, how Kevin shot her the most barbarous looks, and how every time she even breathed—which, by the way, she wanted to point out was her basic living rights!—Quinn steamed with irritation. They were dreadful. Pure monsters at heart, yet they were tricky and demonstrated a sense of politeness in front of this bubbly girl to make appear they were all kind and loving and whatever. Oh, the audacity to fake and hope for love in front of her! Kevin had already stolen her heart, and Quinn was on his way.
The Jamaican girl batted her dark lashes at the girl and put on the best smile of hers, which often led to her either eating people’s ears or just simply being a she-devil. Well. She figured if this Claire chick was of any use, she’d reveal it sooner or later. Better go ahead and play along. “I was stwanded in da car when the dome appeared, and my momma and my daddy just disappeared. I figaed I had to do somedin’, so I found a gun, and, in an fight for survival, I found a box of tampons and ate dem!” She wiggled her fingers in a display of something magical, of something utterly breath-taking. She nodded her head, prodding Mia to keep listening. “And den, I had da strap myself ta a dog and I carry myself away from da car. I survived!”
It was then when she was twirling her cape that she saw: out the window, kids poured toward the town. Curiosity struck her and, without any warning, she grabbed Mia’s hand and Quinn’s knee and began tugging with all her might to the store. “Let’s go! Somedin’ happening, mon!”













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name: jess marsden "mars" mccotty.
age: 17 years old.
feeling: sly.
tagged: drew, marjorie, amanda.
location: skipping to the sheriff's.
occupation: coates student, henchman.
crush: none.
ooc: mwahaha!

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Mars pushed past the doors, immediately seeing the short-barreled shotgun mounted on the wall above his desk. He had decided that; the big desk was his, perfected with a cushioned swivel chair and a revolver on the bottom. He cast a slanted look at Drew. Despite his curiosity, Mars knew that this wasn’t the time. The clock wasn’t up yet: He still needed something from Drew. But he had to admit that this would be the perfect place to knock the guy’s head off. Maybe later, though.
He smirked. “Alright, so, when does Scarlett get to know about you and Marjorie?” He casually rolled up his sleeves, revealing subtle tattoos on his forearms. “Not that it’s any of my business,” he added. And stared back, meeting Drew’s gaze, blazé. “But who knows?” The tall, dark haired boy’s hair fell away from his face, revealing a grim smile as he held out a file. A specific file that wasn’t one from Coates. “Maybe she’ll find out for herself. Or, maybe Amanda really has stolen your heart in twenty-four hours. It wouldn’t be the first time, Brother.”
In a few moments they were strolling to the open store, Mars caught a glimpse of the girls lined up. Gosh, this was getting pathetic. Drew might as well have sent for a escapade of hookers. Even so, he flashed Scarlett a thin-lipped smile. It wasn’t until he was half way across the plaza when he heard murmurs of irritation and disadvantage. And then the crowd parted quickly of seeing Drew, all but one, and the hawk-eyed boy caught a look of an African-American boy, arms crossed, and looking a little upset. His eyes were red, and Mars knew that look. This was a drunk.
“I don’t think you’re doing what’s right here, Drew,” The boy said. “And I saw your guy burn the church. Now what holds us back from kicking you out of town this second?”

[glazend.]

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age;; sixteen
mood;; annoyed! freaked out
where;; xx
power;; Psionic Blast, not in use
tagged;; cass, jessi
affiliation;; townie
ooc;; xxI'm getting sick of this header but I'm terrible at coding. Anyone have any
tips and/or ideas?

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..
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"That just proves your immaturity, Jessi." Karsten sneered, an odd puff of wisdom surprising even he. The German snatched up the phone, cautiously grasping hold of it with dear life while reading Cassie's response again. "Hexe." He mumbled to the Russian next to him. A few bumps in the road wacked his head against the top of the van, producing an "Ehhhh..", but more grouchy. He stayed put in his seat, ignoring the Russian's glare. Monkeys do that in the jungle showing dominance. Karsten was not going to be acting like a monkey, Jess?- sure, go on ahead and look stupid! It's not Karsten's bother.

After five more minutes of inner laughing and cracking up from Karsten, a large, white, two-story home came into view. Finally, when he looked over, passed Jessi, he scrambled around, making sure he still had his phone and nothing was stuck into him when he wasn't looking. Karsten sighed from relief when Jessi exited the van. Well, more like flopped out and about tore off the door on the way. <I>Thank you for proving my point, Monkey.</I> Rolling his eyes, Karsten stepped out of the vehicle and onto soggy earth. Luckily the shoes he was wearing were cheap and old anyways.

Cassie started shooting off a few small orders, and was relieved even more when Jessi went off to do something else. "Thank goodness." He said quietly to himself. When he continued walking, he caught a glimpse of Jessi trying to fight off a chicken, though a few moments later an angry hen flung itself up onto Karsten's shoulder. Plucking it off, he flopped over to Cass, willingly holding her bag if it kept away the possessed chicken.

Finally, after a few squawks, though not coming from the chicken, Cass was took and Karsten grinned once again, handing back the bag. As they were walking back to the van, Karsten said to Cassie, "Your chickens are um... cute?" The beastly chicken that had attacked him earlier let off growl. "How is that possible?!" Jumping backwards, he flopped into the road. "I'm going to walk to town, if you guys don't mind. I'd prefer Jessi not rip out her arm out of its socket on my account." He smirked at Jess, waving once at Cass and started down the road. "I'll meet you guys there!"