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tagged: jessi.
feeling: cautious.
where: home/car/cassie's house.
power: touch of death.
bars: four.
crush: jessi(?)

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She followed me? Why did I doubt that. Maybe because I’d been asleep for half an hour and had definitely seen her drive off in a van with her friends. If the matter was that important I doubted she would’ve let me get as far as my house, let alone leave me sleep. A faint frown and furrowed eyebrows played across my usually expressionless face, but I shrugged it away. The girl had secrets, that much was obvious, but then again who didn’t? I did have to ponder about why she wanted me to go with her. I was nothing but a Coates student –although I hoped nobody other than my brother knew this fact- and a guy who didn’t take orders and tended to get in a lot of fights. And apparently kill people with a mere touch. Well, whatever it was I was about to find out. “Lead the way then,” I grumbled.

I followed as Jessi led the way out of the house, our combat boots thudding against the floor. Yeah, combat boots with some ripped up jeans and a hoodie, real tough. I rolled my eyes at the thought as we piled into a car, Jessi driving. I slouched back in my seat, removing gloved hands from their pockets to draw the hood over my head. Where are we going? For a brief moment I was pretty positive this girl was just going to take me out in the back woods and shoot me. She was too serious, too solemn. Jeeze, I was begging to understand how Kevin felt around me. I’d always been used to his terrible jokes and bouts of laughter. But instead an air of seriousness had filled the air, and the tension was almost palpable

We drove in silence, neither of us saying anything and for that I was glad, I’d never been much of a talker anyways. I spent my time staring dead ahead out the windshield, keeping the Russian girl within my peripheral vision in case she decided to attack. I still wasn’t past that, despite having buried some bodies with her earlier. Besides, this seemed like the perfect time to commit and murder and get away with it. Nothing happened though, instead we simply came to a halt outside of a house.

A house that seemed to have a war waging in the yard. Well, not a war per se, but there were coyotes running everywhere. Loads of them. I raised an eyebrow curiously and leaned forwards in my seat. “So, you’re going to feed me to wild dogs? What’s going on here?” I doubted I’d get an answer right away, but I wasn’t about to go jumping out of the car into a pack of coyotes, even if coyotes were weak, they had strength in numbers here.

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卐 ➝ mood nervous, afraid
卐 ➝ where Coates
卐 ➝ power Psionic Blast, not in use
卐 ➝ tagged Mars
卐 ➝ affiliation townie
卐 ➝ ooc xx
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Karsten examined Mars' facial expression. It was like he was amused almost with Karsten. But why? Well, it's Mars. He's a freak. It's not like he can help it.. perhaps it's natural. By now the air dwindled with awkwardness between his weird smirk and Karsten shifting with confusion with what had just happened. Did he just agree to capture Jessi and become a trader to the Townies? Is he with Mars now?

What has come to this world! It has simply turned upside down. Simple as that. Townies are now Students and Students are soon going to become Townies. No doubt about that. The German boy turned his head to the right but kept his stare connected. Mars kept going on about mushy stuff about Jessi, saving the world and how Karsten was doing a good thing. He did feel like he was making a difference, though.

He cocked his head to the left just barely and listened. “If you do this for us, you can even keep the blonde girl safe." Karsten hates this guy already. But at the same time, he is intrigued. Should I trust him? Karsten knew that Mars can pull out a gun anytime or even shoot him with a tranquilizer dart or anything like that and Karsten is out in a few seconds. He knows that this isn't wise, he doesn't even trust himself anymore.

For Cassie.

Karsten followed the dark-haired boy out and into the cafeteria. He wet his lips nervously before he was met with a bunch of weirdos, but something was trying to pull him back, out of this place. He felt.. bad. He didn't often feel this way. He was a good boy. Trustworthy. Strong, lovable. Not anymore. Now not even Karsten could trust himself. He took a deep breath, and looked around the room. Everything was quiet. When they walked in, the room went silent.

There had to be a reason for this. They were afraid for themselves. And the majority of the people in the room were misfits, they were weird. Karsten waited until Mars stopped talking, and nodded. He simply didn't know how to excuse himself from this awkward situation, and he silently exited the room, slithered down the halls until he felt alone, and collapsed on the tile whilst continually wacking his head into the wall.

First of all, Karsten was nervous as-is, then he is lead into a room full of complete strangers that could flat-out attack him at any moment. His luck, a guy with magical ice-powers or fire-breathing power is going to pop right out of nowhere and murder him on the spot. After all, is is Coates. The school of the freaks. He sat there, his legs sprawled out his head rested against the wall and him staring at the ceiling with a blood stain on his shirt.

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tagged: jared.
feeling: neutral.
where: town.
power: reality warping.
bars: three.
crush: jared(?)

─── ｔｈｅＪＵＤＩＣＩＡＬｐｕｎｋ ───

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Whoever Ms. Hypno was, I didn’t much care for her. She did not strike me as good, no I couldn’t be classified as a good person, not by a long shot, but neither could the girl in front of me. She seemed slick, and devious, plus there was the whole fact that she seemed really intent on touching the boy. Like it would help her gain total control over him or something. My blue-green eyes narrowed as I watched her futilely wave her hands all throughout the boy. Weirdo. I rolled my eyes and snickered as the girl hinted at working together. Yeah, like that would ever happen.

I was not in the least sad to see her leave, she was up to no good, what waltzing up and acting as if she could wrap around her slender little fingers. “Snake-tongue,” I muttered under my breath, turning back to face the boy. He was now explaining everything to me, despite Hypnotic telling him not to say anything, and I listened intently, nodding thoughtfully as he spoke. So powers we real, adults were gone, tyranny was reining supreme and nothing was going to be as it used to be and his buddies parents organized it. Wonderful. “Alright, no more pushing,” I mumbled under my breath, “for now at least.”

My arms were crossed over my chest and my eyes were narrowed in thought. “So, what kinds of powers do we have out there anyways? Obviously you can just, I don’t know, phase through stuff, which is pretty rad by the way. But like, what else is there, that you’ve seen at least.” Do I have one? Because, if I did, that would be pretty rad too. I shook my head to clear the thoughts and looked expectantly towards the boy who was still talking. Something about a guy named Drew, and look for the emo guy making orders and kids with guns. Emo guys? I knew one or two of them. But there was no way that kid was running this town. The kid could barely function as soon as a group had more than five people. No, no way was it him, I laughed at the thought and shook my head.

Then he was off, walking away from me. I shrugged and started after him but he had already starting striding back towards me. Secrets to dig up, plots to be found. It sounded like an adventure to me, and be damned if I would miss out on that! “Count me in,” I agreed cheerily, falling into step with the much taller boy, who was even more attractive up close. “Looks like somebody will be brought to justice for this heinous crime after all.” In all honesty, I wasn’t all that obsessed with justice, but I didn’t like the idea of picking sides, and to me, justice was a neutral party. There were no sides, justice as justice as far as I was concerned, and if that meant I could be involved without actually being involved in these stupid group wars, then well, I was on the side of justice.

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health 100%
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tagged hannah-nora, kevin, mia,
anastasie

The strange brunette pulled her earbuds out again, letting them fall so they hung around her neck. Quinn could hear a tinny One Direction tune playing, and groaned inwardly as the girl began to talk in her hyper, enunciated way. "I neeedd to go home because I promiseeedd that I'd look after the house if daddy ever went awayyy and, like... he's gone away nowww so I neeedd to go back." She twisted her earbuds back in and sang along sweetly as she started to wander off. Quinn felt a twinge that was almost paternal- looking after Hannah-Nora wasn't good for him- as he watched her, and he suddenly didn't want her to be alone. That and the fact that there was almost certainly something the girl wasn't saying, and his naturally curious side was poking him, forcing his legs into motion to follow the girl. He looked over his shoulder, frowning down at Hannah-Nora. She looked tired, not an emotion he associated with the hyper little girl at all. Making sure to avoid the snake, he leaned over with a sigh, picking the girl up. He glanced back at Kevin with a shrug. "Aye, mucker, what's the wors' that can happen? We run into Drew? Please, I know how te handle 'im." He blustered almost faultlessly as he followed the other teenager, but he wasn't going to just give up Kevin. They had a bromance forming, he could feel it in his bones. He used the face that would befall even the most stubborn of girls- big eyes, pouting lips, slightly sad expression. He reached out with the hand that wasn't holding Hannah-Nora, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. "Come on, mucker, ha' you never followed someone into madness befor'?"

[Helmuth]

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name: cassidy "cassie" preston.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: THE TERROR!
tagged: her dog.
location: her house, woods.
occupation: youtuber.
power: none.
ooc: I will post for Mars, Wes,
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later. Sorry for the shortness.

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Tossing herself down a 50 foot hill with a large dog and a good fifteen or more talking coyotes on her heels in hopes to escape this treatrous occasion wasn’t exactly what Cassie would call one of her “YouTuber Adventures.” No, no. In the YouTuber Adventures, she would normally go to the world and casually interview random people while dressed up in costume and being humorous. This? This wasn’t some adventure. This was one bloody bad nightmare.
“Oh, please, please, please no!” She tore down the hill in her sneakers, skittering at first, but not really caring about her momentum. The dogs poured down the hill like rain cascading from a waterfall. They were all howling—but not only howling, screaming her lungs. It made her whole body clench in cold fear. “Kotka!” She screamed. The Australian shepherd bounded out of the brush and darted off down the path. Branches slapped her dry in the face, her arms, but she didn’t care at the moment. The surging of adrenaline and terror besieged her whole mind, not caring to slow down or even realize her heart was pounding, pounding, pounding in her ears.
Tearing past the hunter-orange tapes attached to the trees along the path. Mack had put them up to make the path more clear, rather than veering off as she had a few times and wound up by some neighbor house. If it hadn’t been for the moment and she wasn’t running for her life, Cassie would probably have realized that had been Karsten’s house. The coyotes were gaining, because now she could hear them not five feet from her. She knew that her face had distorted into terror, wrinkling her entire face, because now she couldn’t see anything but a blurry color.
Kotka hurtled ahead and, now bounded out of the shadowy woods, leaped into brightness. There it was! There was the opening, and beyond that a field that led to her house!
A branch smacked her in the face. Sort of like Arwen in the Lord of the Rings, except she didn’t ignore it. She cursed, loudly, and then continued to scream in a angry frenzy as she ran on as hard as she could. The whole seemed to get farther and farther away, but with her eyes shut and throwing herself forward, literally hearing the coyotes’ howls beside her, she landed in the hay.
When she looked up, she was surprised to see two people standing in her yard. You know, despite the current situation. “Help me!” She shrieked, sprinting forward. “I’M BEING HAUNTED BY SATAN’S DOGS THAT WANT TO EAT MY TOES! OH, PLEASE HELP ME! NO, NO! I DON'T WANNNA DIEEEEEEEE!"But apparently the inability to get enough air in her lungs and her legs being worn out took its toll and she stumbled, falling just as a coyote pounced out of the woods surrounding her house.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie Faith Page
Age: 14
Crush: None
Boyfriend: None
Tagged: None

Anastasie noticed that this girl, Hannah-Nora, was busy. She grabbed Kyle's hand, and dragged him away. He seemed to be goggling at this little girl. Quite strange. Anastasie knew that Kyle wasn't one to like girls really. He said most girls had cooties (Even though he was 11, he acted like a 5 year old when it came to girls). Anastasie dragged them to the tree where they had once been, grabbed some bread out of her bag, and handed it to him. She had some fruit. An apple, clementine, and a couple grapes.

[Helmuth]

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name: jess "mars" mccotty.
age: 17 years old.
feeling: dauntless.
tagged: drew, scar, amanda.
location: coates academy.
occupation: henchman.
power: none.
ooc: working on hannah-nora's
post as soon as possible.
i feel really bad for not
posting sooner, guys!

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Mars fluttered his pretty lashes and twisted his skirts. "Oh, well," he batted his eyes. "Whoopsies me. Apparently I didn't read Beatus's post, because the Drew-Crew is outside." Then, spreading his red lips into a bright smile, he grabbed Karsten's hand and fluttered outside on tip-toes. Then he realized that Karsten wanted to split and, pooching out his quivering lip in a pout, he glared before turning, sweeping Scarlet into his arms and wiggling his eyebrows.

Mars strolled out of the large building. He edged slowly toward the "playground" area of Coates, figuring that either Drew had decided to nick Scarlet and Alice, Alisha -- what was her name? -- when he had the chance. Ever since making a pact with Drew upon arriving at Coates, Mars had learned that Drew bought and used. When he was done, he discarded. He had witnessed this many times. Except him: Drew had never dared try anything like that, even when Mars had occasionally challenged his right to the group. He had wanted to test Drew, feel around in the dark to see where the pressure points were. And, eventually, he'd grasp those points and squeezed as hard as he could. He smirked with the thought. Of course, not getting ahead of himself, he was still Drew's oath Brother. He was still part of the group, the crew. If Drew needed anybody to gain power, it was him. Not Scarlet, not Amanda. And definitely not Davie Hogan. Him. Because he was the power source, and if he walked out, Drew would be left in the dark. Hah. That would be a nice time in history when the world finally stopped and began turning around for the better.

He shrugged into his jacket and shook his dark bangs from his eyes. Now. Where were they? And now in good spirits, Mars turned and caught sight of the group. His sharp eyes gleamed with cockiness and he sauntered up, catching Scarlet's braid and giving the shimmering red a flick. He smiled, suddenly feeling victorious. "Oh? Planning a trip, I see?" He laughed, crossing his arms as he studied both the girls. "Could I interest you two ladies in going to the bathing suit store? I'm sure it has enough frilly material to interest your fancies." He shrugged. "I wouldn't know, though. I'm sure Marjorie would." Then his dark eyes, full of subtle dare, flickered to meet Drew's. "Wouldn't she, Brother?"

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卐 ➝ mood nervous, afraid
卐 ➝ where Coates
卐 ➝ power Psionic Blast, not in use
卐 ➝ tagged xx
卐 ➝ affiliation townie
卐 ➝ ooc Sorry for this terrible post, my muse has been low lately.
卐➝ ooc[/b] I'M BAAAAAACK of this header but I'm terrible at coding.?
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Karsten took in a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment and looked around. What am I going to do? On the upside, Mars is only going to contain her, right? But then on the downside.. is he going to backstab me and try to get secrets, maybe information about them two, about Jessi? About Cass.. Karsten tried to dismiss the terrible thoughts that were making his head spin, and he wacked the back of his head one last time into the wall, though more gently than before. He was confused. More confused than usual. He was confused.. simply confused.

He wondered what Mars was doing now. Videotaping him? Plotting a surprise attack? Getting his weapons and consulting the military?! "Naw.." Karsten said to himself, becoming disgusted at his own speech. Gross. American in the 'hood. Where in the world did he get that from? He almost gagged. "Einen Einfluß auf sich selbst, Mann! Du machst einen Berg aus einem Ameisenhaufen. Oder aber das geht.." He came up with a conclusion. He would travel to the bubble. Or, to where he could touch the bubble that surrounded them. It couldn't be that far off, most likely near Coates.

He sighed again, wet his dry lips and flopped onto his feet. He suddenly realized how thirsty he was. Goodness, he hasn't had a drink since.. last night. Where was he going to get water? Maybe in somebody's already ransacked home. He shrugged it off.. for now. He took a journey throughout the halls, getting totally lost and having to trace his steps back for another ten minutes. Finally, he found the exit, and heard some voices. Ehhhh, Mars. Yay. He turned around to catch glimpse of Mars yanking on a wickedly red-headed girl! and he steered in the other direction. He was going to flop into the dome sooner or later.

After maybe fifteen or twenty minutes of walking, he saw a glimmer of yellow off to his right. A butterfly zapped into the yellow light, falling lifeless lay into the ground. A little yellow, toxic-like print was left in mid-air. Karsten could help but reach out in front of him and slowly poke the air. "Heilige Krabbe!" He exclaimed, pulling back his hand as an almost electrical shock buzzed through his arm.

He rubbed his hand, it getting most of the damage. It went temporarily numb. The print of the dead butterfly faded away, and next to it was replaced with a giant hand-print from Karsten. He reached down and picked up a fairly good sized rock, and flung it towards the bubble. It was flung right back at him, but now a big blob of pixelated yellow sparked through the air. "No way out.." Karsten backed away, gulping nervously. "But maybe there's a way in?"

[Helmuth]

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name: cassidy "cassie" preston.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: AAHHHH!
tagged: ad, jess, speaking coyotes.
oh, and kotka. don't forget kotka.
location: her house, woods.
occupation: youtuber.
power: none.
ooc: xx

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Being chased by talking dogs was new to her. New enough to where when she watched in a slow-motion terror as one of the huge, over-sized beasts pounced over her -- a sweaty, scratched up, bug-eyed girl that could not fathom anything. Except this, anyway: that what was transpiring before her could not be real. Yet it was. Despite all of her fears, all of her twisted scenarios of how she could be sleeping, of perhaps she been drugged against her will and forced into an holocaust situation in some science lab in the basement of Harvard. The possibilities were numerous. But she was sure of it now, that this was no sleep state. That she was not loosing her mind: Her muscles burned, she could barely breath, and black pounded in the back of her eyes as she screamed in that shrill, hyperventilating voice she had when she was panicked. She stared as the mangy dog flew over her and hit the ground with its large, heavy tread. It turned in a swift motion, the fluid parts of the animal's body all whirling on her with an desire of torture. It wanted to eat her.

Cassie's mouth went dry as she skittered to a halt in her shoes, losing her balance and falling on her butt of all things. And then it was all up to her, she figured: if she let go and let this beast devour her, wouldn't it bring her closer to life? Wouldn't it be good to give into this mad idea of some dome and just die? She gazed, panting, anticipating the idea of death as the animal drew closer. But then an explosion went off and her ears began ringing: the coyote dropped dead, blood gushing from his mouth. She shoved herself to her feet, losing balance a second before catching sight of Jessi. Then the other animals began to pour out from the woods and the scenario started all over again: she was terrorized, she was going to die, and Jessi was going to save her at the last moment.

"Oh, Lord God help me!" She wailed. Upon glancing to her side and seeing a vicious coyote, she felt her underwear go a little wet. Just a squirt. That thought surprised her. "Good doggie, oh please, good doggie! Good doggie!" She sprinted past Jessi, relief flooding her as she slammed into the basement door. Suddenly the realization dawned upon her that, having never been allowed in the basement, she didn't know the code. Her face went pale. Jessi's screams erupted behind her, more howls, but she focused in response to the desire to whirl and help her friend. No, she had to do this: if it saved their life, she had to do this. She pushed in the numbers with quaking fingers, "72197." Maybe Mack had put her birthday in? But it was wrong.

After several more tries, she finally turned to see a bloody Jessi. "I don't know what it is!" she shouted over the noise. "I just don't know! Mack never told me! Gosh, why am I so stupid?!" She slammed her fist against her forehead. "I should have forced him to tell me the numbers! I should have forced him to... to... to let me date for Pete's sake!" She cried. Her face lost its intensity. "Oh, gosh. What if I'm going to die today? I never even got to go to Disney World! OF ALL THINGS IN THIS WORLD, MACK WAS TOO CHEAP TO TAKE HIS 11-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER TO DISNEY WORLD AFTER SHE FINALLY GAVE UP TRAINING PANTS!"

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name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: violent, mischievous.
tagged: jessi; kev; quinn; cass; adam.
location: town.
occupation: skater.
power: vibes; three bar.
ooc: xx

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"Mmm, baby. Ya tasty." Hannah-Nora's hand glided over an invisible chocolate bunny, gently caressing it. It blinked back at her and, since she was already in this hallucination, laughed as hard as she could. She wanted to see what it would do. "KEVON!" She wobbled to her feet, grabbing hold of Quinn's leg to steady herself. But the little Jamaican girl quickly jerked her hand back, imagining that he probably didn't shave his legs. Her big brown eyes wandered up into Quinn's. "Ya... large. Like... Baby, ya chunky." Hobbling over to Kevon, she glanced at the ants crawling along the hot cement.

"I tink, mon, we should get married." She displayed a long, exaggerated attraction to his physique by wiggling her eyebrows, swaying her hips in a gentle motion before slapping her butt, and, to top it, smacked her lips. "I make sure dey all soft when we kiss, mon. Don't worry... 'bout a taing." She giggled, a hysterical and uncontrolled bust of amusement. Singing was her specialty, if she felt in the mood. After taking about four steps East, too West, and then another six steps East again, she stopped to stare at her palms.

Then her eyes rolled into the back of her head. After a moment, they settled back on Kevon's face. "Mon, ya uglier than I rememba." She slapped her cheeks a moment, clearing her head. What had just happened? Was it being the psychopath's mind? Or was it just the storm of emotions from Coates Academy? She wondered what had triggered it, but the Lady Capone quickly shrugged it off and adjusted her multi-colored vest. "So..." She gave Quinn and Kevon her harshest look. Something she had mimicked from Hitler. "When we go? I tired of just standin' here and watchin' ya tink, mon. It's exhaustin'. C'mon. Let's ago. To Molly's house?"

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卐 ➝ mood nervous, afraid
卐 ➝ where his home, then town
卐 ➝ power Psionic Blast, not in use
卐 ➝ tagged Draken (his twin), Bullenbeisser
卐 ➝ affiliation townie
卐 ➝ ooc Draken's English font is naturally darker.
When they are in unison the font will be really dark.
When Draken is talking in German, his font will be lighter.
And yes. I know. What a pain to read. Sorry for the
extreme reply, everyone! I am just so excited <3
And @Helly, will Karsten be seeing Cassie
anytime soon, or maybe Draken, or Karsten in the form of Draken?
Or.. wait a minute.. are you confused yet? XD
卐➝ ooc[/b] I'M BAAAAAACK of this header but I'm terrible at coding.?
Karsten English
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Mars
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Draken German
Unison Karsten & Draken

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Karsten grinned, taking a dish from her hands after she had rinsed it off, and continued to dry the fragile glass. This was funny. Why in the world would Cassie trust him with glass? Slick, smooth glass? Wet glass? Come ON. And to mention glass plates. Cups he was better with, bowls he was somewhat fine to hold, but plates? Might as well just dump all of your priceless china out onto the floor right now. Reaching over to put the plate onto a rack, it slipped form his hands, making him act like a clown just to retrieve it without having it shatter to the floor; fumbling around, throwing his arms all over the place. It plainly landed back into the sink without a scratch. "It is your fault. You are the one who trusted me with glass in first place." He joked, carefully picking it back up and putting his entire body into it just to put the plate into the cabinet. He looked down at Cassie, raised an eyebrow, and looked at the dog. He blinked a few times. People have said the dog's mouths are cleaner than humans, but I'm pretty sure humans don't relieve themselves and lick the same place. He shook his head in disbelief. As Cassie was finishing up the dishes, she asked him about his favorite bands. She mentioned some names that he'd never heard of, and his eye twitched. "Um.." He thought for a moment. When was the last time he had even listened to music? He shuffled around, shoving his hand into his pocket and pulling out a blue iPod nano. And showed it to her. "I'm sure it still works. See?" He attempted to turn it on, and sure enough, it's screen lit up.

He scrolled through more than a hundred songs, and started naming off the singers and bands. "They mostly Jewish and Christian. I don't trust any other.." Karsten scrolled to the top. "Uhhh.. anberlin, Joshua Aaron, Michael W. Smith.. Sharon Wilbur. I like both female and male singers. Mathew Parker, Paul Wilbur, more anberlin.. aaaaand.. that's all of them." He shrugged, and started playing an anberlin song. "But these are only the American singers I like. I have other German bands." He shrugged. "Have you heard of anberlin? They are a rock-Christian band. This one is called 'The Resistance'. They appeal to both Christians and non alike." He was about to start telling her the history of anberlin, but in reality, he knew that both didn't really want to hear it. He turned down the volume on the little device. "What kind of music are you interested in? I like rock, dubstep and electro. Oh, and the 70s. Yeah.. I know. Odd for a German, I guess." Karsten fluffed up his hair and turned off the screen, the song still playing. He felt a slight tinge of guilt go through him. "Do you has any sibling? Ugh. His English was terrible. Even he had started to notice it. He would rather speak in German, it was much easier and it wasn't new. English was just a hassle. So many different meanings on words that had the same spelling or words that sounded the same as others but weren't the same.