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ared did his absolute best to hide the shock of Salem grabbing his hand to help him up. The literal shock. It felt like he had grabbed hold of an electric fence and couldn't let go. Worse than an electric fence actually. It was more like grabbing onto a hair dryer and diving into the ocean. He wondered for a moment if she had done it on purpose, had caused some sort of electric shock with her ability. Would he even be able to feel illusion-lightning? And then she let go, thank God. His hand balled into a fist and then released, his teeth almost grinding with the buzz left just beneath his skin.

creedwashereAnd then, just as he was beginning to feel the hair on the back of his neck relax a little, she grabbed his hand again as she led him outside the champion fun-house. The zap wasn't as bad the second time, but he could definitely feel it. His breath caught for a split second. Either she was playing a practical joke on him or ... dear God help him, he was in serious trouble. The pain subsided after a moment, though the fear remained. Not fear, more like knowing that the inevitable was heading for him like a freight train. The question was, now, would he run or jump in front of it? He held onto the ghost touch of her hand, pondering the question.

creedwashereJared barely smirked. "Well," he said, his mind turning to from his thoughts and to her question. "I didn't have many friends and that hasn't changed. Two to be exact, both girls who are insane, Cassie and Jessi. All of our fathers were in the military together, so we grew up together on the same base. While they were the Youtubers, I was the technical support, the camera man. Everyone in school saw me as the antisocial geek, so I was bullied and I actually became the antisocial geek. I gave up on trying to make friends and focused on coding. Video games, computer programs, web sites, anything and everything. As serial killer as it sounds, I only really came out of my basement bedroom for school and to hang out with Cassie and Jessi. And then the FAYZ happened, and everything fell apart. Except you." He frowned down at the concrete beneath his feet, then let go of the unpleasant thoughts. "So what about you? What was your life like?

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tagged: jessi.
feeling: murderous, relief?
where: town streets.
power: touch of death.
bars: four.
crush: jessi(?)

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My mind had cleared all the exhaustion had drained away from me, replaced by a torrent of hatred. I remembered the feeling all too well, the feeling that had haunted me the first day I had gotten my powers. The emotion that, in previous weeks, had been drowned under the exhaustion and paranoia. The well of untapped rage, the years of bottled emotions all bubbling to the surface. Even though I was always getting into fights the anger had never been fully satisfied, and on that first day, when the rage frothed forwards and those two boys had died under my hands, then and only then had it begun to feel good. The murder, even accidental felt right, even though I knew it was wrong, even though I could feel it in my bones I hadn’t been able to push away the sadistic pleasure of it.

Even now, I was beginning to fear myself. I knew what was driving me now, the idea of killing Drew. The pleasure it would bring me to watch his face contort in pain, see the life flicker out of his eyes. It was hatred that pushed away the exhaustion, driving it away as though it hadn’t even been there at all and a newfound wave of energy washed over me. My eyes glinted dangerously, my gloved hands ball into fists in my pockets, and a twisted grin plastered across my face. What’s wrong with you? I felt as though I couldn’t control myself, somewhere inside of me, there was a young boy trapped, crying and begging me to stop, telling me to control myself, because if I didn’t I’d end up dead. But the question was, did I mind? Did I fear death? The answer, no. When death came for me I would open it with welcome arms and a part of me figured that today was that day.

Striding up the hill I was no longer aware of Jessi beside me, my rage seething under my skin and far below that, despair. I wanted to cry. I couldn’t control it, I couldn’t control myself. I tried and tried. Oh gods did I try. Trying to force the exhaustion to come over me, to wash the murderous rage away. I only had a few minutes the people in front of the cars had become plainly visible. My teeth ground together as near-black orbs settled on Drew. Killing him would be sweet, and I would savour it.

“Drew...why are you here? What do you want?”

That voice. I had forgotten about her. So consumed I had thought I was alone. The voice caused me to falter and stop, the tiny part of my sanity wriggled to the surface and I managed to stop myself, bringing myself to a halt just behind the girl. My jaw hurt from clenching it and grinding my teeth together, my hands balled into fists ached painfully and my rapid breathing levelled out as I forced the hatred back. Was it as simple as a voice that could break me out a murderous trance? Or was it just her? Never before had I been so compelled to hug somebody, or felt such a wave of relief and, even happiness flood over me. But I could hug her. I would never be able to hug her. Would I? Truth was, I still didn’t know if it was only my hands or my skin in general that killed. I had been both too afraid and too busy with trivial matters to figure it out. But now wasn’t the time to dwell in any more of my own selfish thoughts.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here again, Drew,” I growled in a low voice “what do you want?”

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tagged: jared.
feeling: neutral, happy.
where: police station.
power: reality warping.
bars: three.
crush: jared(?)

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I listened to Jared talk, nodding every now and then as he spoke, but cutting in as he started to mention becoming bullied. For some reason the thought of Jared being bullied caused me to bristle internally and just in general angered me. Nobody, and I repeat nobody would be picking on Jared anymore, they’d have to go through me. “Wait, wait, wait, ho-ho-hold the phone! It sounds like I’m going to have to go and kick some major butt once we finish this mission. That’s not cool yo, not at all.” But he carried on, talking about computers and video games and how everything fell apart. Except me.

At that last part I felt my face starting to grow hot and flush and I turned away quickly, suddenly becoming very focused on a bird drifting through the sky. “My life? I don’t know, I guess I was just your average rebel?” I shrugged nonchalantly and turned back to face him since the heat had drained away from my face. “Well, I was out late at nights, skipping school, playing video games in my basement, partying hard, running parkour. I was pretty much that weirdo in class that nobody talked to and everyone generally steered clear of. I seemed to have this bad reputation or something, I never heard a word of it but back before that in elementary school I was bullied a lot, but when I got older it kind of changed. I lived my life the way I wanted and I didn’t let anybody tell me otherwise. You see I think it started way back when; my parents were always driving me to do better even when I was doing the best I could, plus there was all the bullying to boot. Eventually I just got sick of it. But thirteen I was hardly coming home anymore, took on the punk style, chopped and dyed my hair, got piercings, did pretty much everything that I wanted to do. And eventually people just seemed too scared of me to even look me in the eye, probably thought I might slit their throats or something. I don’t know.” I shrugged again, tugging open the door to the computer store that we had arrived at. “After that, well it’s pretty much been me going out late a nights, or just trapped in basement playing video games, sleeping in and never going to school. After the FAYZ happened I really didn’t have anything that would fall apart, but then I met this really cool, fun, amazing guy who I’m pretty terrified will realize what a nutcase I am and running for the hills screaming.”

Oh god. Had I just said that out loud? I mentally slammed my head against a brick wall and hastily turned away from Jared, ducking back outside and pressing my palms flat against the exterior of the building. For a moment it shimmered like a mirage, then became transparent and then disappeared altogether and ducked back inside. “A-alright, one invisible building,” I stammered awkwardly, not bringing myself to look at him. “I-I could probably move the entire building, or put it underground or something. Somebody could accidentally find it.” I could probably just remove the doors and windows and create a portal instead, but I was tripping over my own words. Still hot and flushed about what I said a few moments earlier.

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Speak... think? of the devil and he shall appear. Scarlet sighed and pursed her lips and didn't turn around, examining the far off boundaries of the FAYZ as Mars' irritating accent grated at her ears. She had to squint slightly, her short-sighted eyes no longer sporting contact lenses. She didn't turn to face the brown-haired boy, instead turning her gaze to Drew and the bad boiz of Worther Beach who'd just rolled up. She watched the interacting closely, pushing the handle of her tote further up her bare arm absently. When Drew threw the guns to Mars, she recognized her opportunity and took it. She swung around to face Mars full on, her heels sending dust clouds into the air. With a sweet smile, an 'I won't tell if you won't' smile, she positioned her feet to hide the firearm, then crouched down and swooped the smallest of the weapons up, dropping it into her tote in one smooth motion. "You can keep the other one." She said absently. More goods for her to trade with, she reckoned, and, hey, if it annoyed Drew, that was just a bonus. She cleared her throat and zipped her tote up, smiling placidly at Mars.

"So. Mars. How are you, darling? You look tired. Are you tired? Must be exhausting, having to terrorize all those people all the time." She fell into her usual banter easily as she went back to scanning the area, this time behind Mars. She pursed her lips thoughtfully, then let her eyes fall on the boy for the first time. "That information is pretty expensive. All that sleuthing around I had to do, it cost me some valuable beauty sleep. What are you willing to give up for it? I'll take food, weapons..." Her eyes fell on the piece of silver Mars was forever rolling between his fingers. "Or that. I'll tell you who Marjorie's guarding if you give me the coin." She knew the answer already, but she wanted to see just how much Mars wanted this piece of information. Did he love his family enough? She wanted to see what price he would put on it.

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xxxxxxxxxSlowly his brow raised as he stared at the girl. Deep in his gut he had the strange feeling not to question her anymore and move away, but still he stood there staring like a fool. This is why you spent so much time on the internet and inside where it is dark. Human activity is a dangerous thing man. he thought to himself before sighing. "No, I was not running away from gang problems, only just taking a walk on this nice day." he retorted, refusing to tell her how he was being a geek again and solving math equations. "Just wish it would rain today though...so I would have a good enough reason to head back to the empty house, or even back to the gang and bring a book or two to read." he said stretching a bit and fixing his glasses once more. Why didn't you listen to mom and get contacts?
xxxxxxxxx A yawn escaped his lips as he pretended to be bored of this conversation. "So, heading anywhere particular instead of heading," - he points off to the direction she was running - "down there." a smirk grew on his face and he shoved his hand back into its rightful place. The bottomless pocket where it held pens and pencils, as well as a old fashioned ipod. In other words, a Walkman.

[Helmuth]

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name: jess "mars" mccotty.
age: 17 years old.
feeling: HAHA! REVENGE!
tagged: Scarlet.
location: town.
occupation: henchman.
power: none.
ooc: xx

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This dark conversation suddenly died out, like dust finally settled after a whirlwind. He grew grim around the mouth, silently smoldering as his inquiry miscarried. She wouldn’t take the bait. Sighing, he leaned back on his heels, sizing her up. Scarlet was a creature of habit: that was, bottling what she thought and all of her sly knowledge up under tight wraps. If it was up to him to decide, he’d have to agree they were definitely similar in some characteristics. Useful, meaningful. But above all else, users. Maybe it was what had gotten them there, at Coates Academy, the institution for the troubled. And perhaps it made them “bad” by other standards, society’s look on its victims, but both Scarlet and Mars had their own views—views that, if actually scrutinized to the root in which it began, would be considered a simplicity of desiring attention to their wounds or, the other: revenge.

If she knew anything about this “silent prisoner” Drew had deemed a threat and was currently holding for the trophy of it, then Scarlet would only speak up if it saved her skin. And apparently it had nothing to do with her – so she wouldn’t think of it. Unless she really didn’t know. What with the explosion of passion from Amanda and Drew’s side, it would be hard to get a word in otherwise.
Mars raised his head, his brows shooting upward in surprise as his name was called forth. His hand glided to Scarlet’s cheek, gently holding her face when she taunted him with the knowledge of who was in Drew’s care. Did it matter that much? Did he already know that it was a little blonde boy, with a scar on his scalp? He smiled, twisting the silver dollar.

“It really is a pity,” the Scottish boy whispered. “That you could’ve been something to be desired and lusted for, Scarlet. Especially when you finally began to open your heart to a coldness you wish to warmth. But it didn’t work. Amanda’s in the picture and you hate that.” He paused, watching her carefully. “I know you love Drew, but I’d just want to say: don’t get too attached. Things disappear in a blink of an eye.” His gleam faded and was overcame with a dim mourning, as if actually sympathizing with her—not attempting to make fun of her weaknesses to pain and misery imposed on by others, but rather comprehending the downfall of reigning.

He raised his head, catching his name being mentioned. Drew. Ah, yes. He clasped his hands behind his back and strode toward Drew’s side, casting a long look at Bucky. This boy would be perfect after Mars turned his back on the loyalties in which he currently beheld. Mars’ squinting, brown eyes slid to the intruders of the moment: Jessi Petrova, with her taut hair and deceiving beauty and the runner, Adam Darko. Adam Darko was something of an interest to Mars. Even though he never used force on the other students, Adam had an air about him that immediately deflected rage and other startling actions. Simply seeing the runaway student made Mars smirk the slightest bit. Desertion was great, but full out rebellion against Drew was something that downright impressed him.
Upon taking the guns—and watching with surprise as Scarlet stole one—Mars examined the other pistol that was left with a quick eye. He looked back up to Jessi. “Military. Impressive.” He weighed the pistol in his hand a moment before tossing it back. Probably to Drew’s distain and indignity. “You won’t use them. Not yet, anyway. Besides,” he calmly crossed his arms. “There’s a lot of explaining to be happening. I’m eager to hear what has become of the Townies.”

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name: cassidy "cassie" preston.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: tired and upset.
tagged: her dog, karsten.
location: her house.
occupation: youtuber.
power: none.
ooc: xx

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LEGOs. Again, the idea drove into Cassie’s mind like a hammer and nails, pounding at her with the continuous chorus of questions—something that she realized if she couldn’t fix, she would eventually go mad from it. Which, on one side of the table, wasn’t actually a bad idea: going crazy? What with this life she now existed in and all of the power-hungry kids with a solid idea that they were now grownups that they had left childhood on another side of a bridge, Cassie was more than sure that they were all a little crazy, trapped in this teacup. The crazy factor? That she could live with. But on the other hand, the itching and crave to determine what the LEGOs actually meant was weighing on her harder than the determination to give up.

Sighing with a mouth crimped in irritation, she scrubbed the last plate and handed it to Karsten. “I’m so angry.” She had been going on and on with the idea of Jessi. Now, Karsten was probably fairly aware of their “friendship status.” She ground her teeth, seething. “I mentioned that I thought I knew something that Mack was trying to hide—which I do know, in fact!—and then she just shuts down and bounds off with that Emo-faced boy! Gosh! It’s like somebody’s playing Beethoven on repeat, but music’s on rewind while turning on Elmo and… and… I think I’m going to die if this insanity gets worse, Karsten.” Cassie fell in an exhausted heap onto a kitchen chair. Jessi was so grueling. She looked up at Karsten, the only person she had in the world at the moment, and gave a sad smile. “I think I’m losing my mind.”
Upon this confirmation, she pulled out a blue mustache from her pocket and smoothed it across her upper lip. Elvarso was a character from the former YouTube channel she had created—he was known to be particularly silent and smoldering with anger from things to seeing a cat to watching somebody spit gum on the ground.

Silently, of course (as she was still playing the character of Elvarso) Cassie stood and bounded off to her bedroom. Sheer pink curtains cloaked the windows and bursts of colored paper cranes hung suspended in air by thread and thumbtack. She crossed the room, jumping and almost tripping over a pile of junk – YouTuber’s outfits, such as a “muscle ripped shirt” and different kinds of makeup for dressup – in order to come sit by a little table in the corner, beside the window. There, on the table, was a mess of LEGOs. She let out an uneasy breath and stared with wonder. “The LEGOs has been in my head for a while,” the Blue-Mustached girl murmured to Karsten, as if in some holy place where they should be quiet. Her vivid, blue eyes stayed transfixed on the mess. "I mean, I like LEGOs. Who doesn’t? You know, besides Bob the Builder? But the whole LEGOs thing…” she bit her lip. Should she tell Karsten? Then, feeling resentment to Jessi for all of her tricks and secrets, decided it was better to get it off her chest. “I think it has something to do with a project set up by the Unit. It might… it might have to do with why the Dome is here.”

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name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: in charge!
tagged: kev, ad, jess, ky.
location: town.
occupation: skater.
power: vibes; three bar.
ooc: xx

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Running a hand over her buzz-cut, Hannah-Nora realized that she was probably the best thing that had ever happened to Worther Beach: not only was she devastatingly beautiful, had true grit, was the #1 chick to save these helpless babies, and made the angels weep… but somehow, everyone who had some sort of pain, some sort of fight left in them, levitated to her. And this, my friends, is what makes an army and a general.
Hannah-Nora’s shoes burst into dim colors of light with every hard step she took. Glancing at Kyle, she smiled. He still had the Muscle Milk. “Mon,” she sighed, as if he was beginning to exasperate her. This was untrue, because besides looking in the mirror, there were no other kids her age that actually had any intellect. “You gotta undastand. I am da officer of da army and I call da shots.” She mimed holding and pistol and pulling the trigger, stumbling back from the force. Then she smiled, revealing dangerous white pearls that, if close enough, would pretty much bite anything. The little Jamaican girl turned to Kevon. “Mon. You stink. From here, just this enclosing distance, you reek. Do you even eva take a shower? No. Good. ‘Cause I haven’t tooken a shower in eda! Not since my mada and fada left da FAYZ, and I am so relieved of dat, too, ‘cause dey were just annoying: ‘Hannah-Nora, do dat,’ ‘Hannah-Nora, do dis!’ It just ruins ya foreva, all of dat pushing ‘round!” She sighed, leaning back on the balls of her feet as her mind rambled on in the past. “Den I finally had enough and I ate bod of my parents.” She stroked Lucy’s shimmering scales lovingly. Had Hannah-Nora really eaten her parents? Well. If you knew Hannah-Nora, everything was in the realm of possibility…
Seeing the SUVs and the group of teenagers in the distance, her eyes grew wide as she realized she was left exposed in the sun. She fell to her stomach and began doing a concentrated army crawl toward the group. “Ya don’t get on da ground, mon,” she warned Kyle. “Whad if my milk gots dirt in it? Ya just follow behind me.” And with that, the little girl began to creep up on the group of delinquents… all while a smug six-foot boy—who was pretty darn hard to miss in a crowd, much less in the open—and a confused boy—although not very tall, but having a unique sense of placement in this so-called “war”—trailed behind.

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name: henry “wes” mullintz.
age: 13 years old.
feeling: lonely.
tagged: anatasie.
location: town, the pink house.
occupation: student.
power: disappearance; two bar.
ooc: xx

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The tension building in his shoulders finally released its painful grip on him—but not entirely. This girl, this pretty blonde girl, was attempting to make conversation with him. Not only was Wes a quiet, misunderstood boy, but was he bad at conversation! This small intervention caused a whirlwind of panic to overcome him. Sweat broke out on his palms. Embarrassed, Wes looked down. “I…” He stuttered. “I’m Wes.” He switched his jacket and the yellow and red tie to the other arm and reached out a shaky hand, all while keeping his eyes adverted. And on instinct, feeling so inferior to others, so vulnerable to their criticism, glanced at the jacket and tie—both of which had the emblem of Coates academy on them. Clearly she was a Townie, because he had never seen her at the sight. If he had, he could tell that this girl would have already met him. There was something cool and collected about her eyes that made it hard to believe that anybody would dare talk to him: the outcast. The fat kid.
He wet his lips hesitantly. “I’m from Coates… which you already know, huh?” He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. Although it wasn’t scrutinizing or pin-pointing, he still felt very secluded from the world. Which made it harder, having been set off to the side for so long, to socialize with others—it suddenly became clear as noonday that he had no idea how small-talk worked. The brunette’s cherry-red lips twisted into a awkwardness. “How do you pronounce your name?”

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卐➝ ooc[/b] I'M BAAAAAACK of this header but I'm terrible at coding.?
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Karsten German
Mars
Draken English
Draken German
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Karsten's breathing became shallow, in short, small breaths. In the silence, he started wondering where Jessi was. He hadn't seen her often I'm the past month. What was she up to, and.. where was she? A tang of guilt built up, making his complexion a little pinker, redder. What had he done? He was supposedly on a mission to somehow capture Jessi with Mars on his butt, without killing himself or involving Cassie, or Jared.. or anybody else? He is supposed to keep up with the girl, then he loses her. Karsten has no idea where the queen of Russia is, most likely plotting against the country and taking over the world. And what is Karsten doing? Lolly gagging around like he has nothing else to do.

What am I going to do? What am I going to do.. The same terrifying question went around and around in his mind, tossing and turning and crumpling ideas together, then plucking them up and into the trash. He has his eye-brain-melty-thingy. I mean, he had just recently blown up Cassie's oven lights without her knowing about it.. Karsten shifted, wondering when she would open the oven and find the broken glass scattered inside. And then he mutated her emotions when they exited the basement after the fallout.. but what else could he do? Mutate emotions and blow electronics up? He had to have been able to do something else. If he could damage electronics, mutate emotions after linking to the person, couldn't he be able to do more to the person's mental stability? What about.. giving them a killer migraine? Pfft, lame. How about having them go insane, or.. making them normal, or maybe even.. killing them? A light bulb lit up in Karsten's head.

Cassie started jabbering in anger. Karsten never was great at consoling people. He looked down at Cassiw as she plopped down in a chair. She reached it o her pocket and pulled out a blue mustache. "Well, Ms. Mustache, don't lose your mind. Lock it up and hide it away. The only thing you con do right now is do something about it. You know.. plan." He didn't really know where he was going with this. His brain was mush by now, from both lack of sleep, stress, the thought of his eye-brain-melty-thingy and the small breaths he was taking. Karsten fumbled around, laying his eyes on his iPod and flopping over, turning the music off and walked back to Cassie. He took a deep breath, feeling his lungs stretch as he inhaled. He bent down slightly, trying to find her eyes, then she looked up. Karsten stared at her for a few moments.

Ms. Mustache stood up and started walking towards the back of the house, leaving Karsten to fend for himself and figure out if he was supposed to follow. He hesitantly started walking behind her, straightening up. They walked down a short hallway, and he crept behind her into her room. Honestly, this was the first time he had been in anybody else's bedroom other than his mother's and theirs. He'd never been in his father's, surprisingly. His parents slept in different bedrooms, which didn't bother him really. Or.. at all. Cassie still continued to talk about LEGOs. He shook his head. "The Unit..?" He was confused. A sudden rush of anxiety rushed to him, and he tipped his head towards town. "Something is going on." He frowned, lying his hand onto Cassie's shoulder. His shallow breaths returned. "Mars." He whispered to himself, barely audible.

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tagged: jess, drew, kev, han, ky, mars.
feeling: murderous, broken.
where: town streets.
power: touch of death.
bars: four.
crush: jessi(?)

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“You two are a cute couple, asking the same questions.” My eyes narrowed, and teeth ground together, my hands still clenched into painful fists in my pockets. Oh how I wanted to wring his neck, and watch that smug light bleed out of his eyes. I was never any good at political games, I still wasn’t, but I knew enough about Drew to hate him regardless of what his goals and intentions were. “Peace?” I hissed under my breath, “Like you want peace, you just want power.” My tone was lone, inaudible to him, but maybe just loud enough for Jessi although her attention was focused elsewhere. Mostly on threatening Drew, however he simply batted her threat away with a flick of his hands. Yeah, that’s fair. I thought with a scowl on my face. She obviously has no way to defend herself but with weapons, whereas you can throw her into the sky with a mere thought.

I remained silent for a time, allowing Jessi and Drew to have it out. I was uncomfortably aware of Marsden scrutinizing me from where he stood beside Scarlett. I had never liked Mars either, but then again I had a tendency to dislike everyone I ever met upon meeting them. He did however toss Jessi’s weapon back to her and the girl holstered her gun, attention still being held by Drew who had Hannah-Nora levitated in the air in front of him. My scowl only deepened at that, but Jessi soon had him put the little girl down and I watched as Kevin dragged the little girl behind himself. Even a few feet away I could hear the electric humming radiating off of him and knew that he was getting ready to have an absolute meltdown, how he managed to touch the little girl without frying her brains was beyond me. “Get them out of here,” I snapped and he nodded shakily, grabbing each child by the hand and walking away from the group.

My attention was snapped away from brother in a matter of seconds. “You’re one of us Adam, don’t pretend you’re not.” Just like that the anger I had been wrestling down broke loose and I started forward, fists free of both my pockets and their gloves. “Don’t you ever-” I started but was cut off by Jessi who was pleading to know what he was talking about, her arms wrapped firmly around my bicep. “I don’t want anything you have to offer me Drew,” I sneered. “Unlike your little cult here I cannot be bought by false promises or even threats.” Jessi was the only thing holding me back from sinking my fist into the telekinetic boy’s face, dragging me back and pleading to leave. “Don’t be so surprised when your own side turns against you Drew. Where there is tyranny there is always rebellion, and just remember that even in the beginning I was the one who started it all by defying your rule the day I came to this school.” With that I turned on my heel and stalked away, leading Jessi around the nearest building so as to avoid us becoming concrete pancakes.

I had peeled my gloves back onto my hands and pulled my arm free of Jessi’s grasp. All of the seething rage drained from my body and I sagged against the wall of the building, trying not to collapse as everything crashed down on me. I could do this, I wasn’t meant for this and if Drew ever, ever found out that Kevin was brother and used him against me then that would be the end of it all. I would cave in a instant and give myself up for the safety of my brother. He didn’t know though, he couldn’t know. No, right now I just had the exhaustion and pressure of being a leader when the only thing I’d ever known how to do was defy everything everyone said and get into scraps over nothing. I was no leader, I was a murdered. “God, I can’t do this,” I whispered, my voice breaking as a choked sob escaped me. I lurched forwards; mind too clouded to think properly and wrapped my arms around Jessi, burying my face in her shoulder. I stood there, shocked at myself and expecting her to fall limply to the pavement but she didn’t she stood firm and another sob racked my body as tears rained down on her skin.

I stood like that for a long time, letting silent sobs shake my body as I let out years worth of bottled anger, fear and pain pour out of me. How long had it been since I’d last cried? Four, five years? I couldn’t even remember anymore. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I didn’t even know what I was apologizing for, maybe it was for gripping her so tightly, maybe it was for the tears that were soaking her clothes and skin, maybe it was because I was weak, I didn’t even know anymore. All I did know was that I hated myself more than anything else in the world right now. I hated myself for not knowing, and most of all for appearing so weak in front of somebody I had wanted to be strong for.

The tears finally slowed and then stopped and for a long time I stood with my head buried in her shoulder, hiding from the world. “I’m sorry,” I whispered again letting go of her and turning away, not wanting her to see the pained look in my eyes. “Maybe, maybe you should go see Cassie. I-I think I should be alone.” I wiped the remaining tears away and started off in the direction of my house, shoulders hunched and hands in my pockets. Maybe now I would be able to sleep.

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tagged: jess, drew, kev, han, ky, mars.
feeling: murderous, broken.
where: town streets.
power: touch of death.
bars: four.
crush: jessi(?)

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I was only a few feet away when the girl called my name, it was soft and I almost didn’t hear it. The tide of emotion that had consumed me was beginning to ebb away and I now longer felt as though I needed to shed tears, I’d spilled enough today, maybe enough for a long time. I stopped with my back to the girl, shoulders still hunched, hands still in my pockets. You could have killed her you know. A small voice growled in the back of my head. She could have died and it would have been all your fault. I cringed slightly at the thought. But she didn’t, she’s okay and now we know that it isn’t just your skin in general. But then again if you hadn’t been such a coward you would’ve gone and tested your power out to it’s full capabilities. I bit my tongue slightly. Wouldn’t that just make you a monster? It doesn’t matter, at least you would’ve known. I shoved the thoughts away and turned to face Jessi, aware that my pale skin was red and that my eyes were swollen from crying so much.

“Okay, let’s go to Cassie’s,” I finally said quietly, lacing my own gloves fingers through her bare ones. I walked in silence for a few moments until I found the black Tans Am I had been using a mode of transportation recently. We loaded into the car in silence and I began to drive. It took a few more minutes for me to finally shatter the silence. “I’ve been having nightmares,” I started tentatively. It mattered little now, trying to hide behind my tough façade, it had fallen apart now. “I never remember how they start, I just, I lose my mind in them. My power, it, it consumes me and I kill everyone who comes near me. It always starts with Kevin though, and never a slow death either. I somehow make it slow and excruciating, I listen to him scream in agony, begging me to kill him. Do you know what that’s like? Watching one of the only people I would give my life for die under my grip and beg for death, crying and screaming you name, begging you to stop.” I looked away for a moment, eyes haunted. “I always wake up in the middle of the night screaming, it’s why I don’t sleep, why I avoid it for as long as possible and why I’ve made everyone leave my house to stay in a different one.” I turned my attention back to the road, knowing where to drive even though I had only been to the girl’s house once.

“About what Drew said earlier, I know you want answers about that too,” I said, shifting the subject. “I was a student at Coates, sent there because I was always getting into fights. Nothing special, I know, most guys get into scrapes every now and again. The only thing was that my fights were becoming more common and far more violent. The last straw was because I hospitalized two guys, one of them nearly died. I was labelled as psychotic. Drew and his little team of course tried to get me to join them once upon a time, but I refused. I wouldn’t let his little squad control me and he seems to still be trying to get me to join him. I hate the guy, I mentally kill him in every way possible whenever I see or hear about him. He just thinks I should be with them, and maybe I should be.” I sighed heavily as we pulled up to Cassie’s and headed towards the house. “I mean, I have far more than a few psychotic thoughts each and every day and the only thing that has been keeping my rage in check has been the fact that I don’t sleep enough to function properly. That and somewhere deep down I don’t want to hurt you or Kevin, especially Kevin, he may be my older brother, but he’s my responsibility he can barely look after himself.” I offered her a rueful smile and gesture her to go inside. “I guess we’re here now though, so, let’s uh, do whatever it was you were gonna do.” Another tired smiled from me and we headed into the house.

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hange was difficult for Jared Winston ever since his father's death. That one moment of hearing his mother utter those horrid words had scarred him. His mother nearly had a total mental meltdown. She monitored everything he did. Every friend, song, clothing article, poster, food . . . she nearly monitored his thoughts. Change became impossible for him after that.

creedwashereJared decided that Salem lived the life he had always dreamed of. He had imagined what it would be like to be the kind of person to throw caution to the wind, to take the rule book and burn it -- minus the drug, alcohol, smoking, and jail part. He wouldn't be as punk as Salem, wouldn't have piercings or tattoos or things like that, but he wanted to be free to make those decisions for himself. That was the life he imagined for himself. He had never had the courage to do anything like it. He had almost done it, though. He had nearly told his mother he didn't want to listen to Bach, that he could pick out his own clothes, that he didn't want to be a doctor but a guitarist. He had even nearly left home. He'd had his bags packed, a destination in mind. But he hadn't made it to the front door. The only freedom he had known was in computers and that was only because his mother had no idea he'd been hacking and coding since he was fourteen. Jared had to admit it to himself, he was a coward, even when it came to his own mother. He hated that about himself. But to have a punk girl stand by his side and cheer him on . . . maybe he could become the person he wanted to be, rather than who his mother and society had molded him into.

creedwashereHis ears nearly perked at the mention of him being cool, fun, and amazing --- all in the same sentence, all by the same girl. That was pretty much equal to the Red Sea being parted to Jared. He smirked, looking around. "Well, I'll let you in on a secret," he said, and laid a hand on her shoulder, "I don't see any of those guys around here. But even if I did, I know for a fact that it's extremely difficult to tell between sanity and insanity when you're the latter."

creedwashereHe sniffed, making his way through the stacks of random computer parts and to the back room. He was thankful that he had basically lived in this store before the FAYZ. Knowing that there was a small generator under in the back room that the owner always kept fully juiced made his life a little easier. He started it up, the noise a growl that could hardly be heard once he closed the door. A CD player was sitting on the counter next to a stack of rock CDs. He sifted through them, though he was pretty sure that Salem, Markum, and he were on the same page when it came to music. He looked up at Salem as he held up two CDs: Red's Faceless and Papa Roach's Road to Annihilation. He raised an eyebrow to ask which one she preferred. "The guy who owns this place, Markum, basically took me in once he heard kids making fun of me because I showed up the computer science teacher. Markum's the closest thing I've had to a father since mine died. My mom doesn't know about him at all, so don't tell if we ever get out of this place."

creedwashere"You know, that underground idea sounds good. This is going to be the birthplace of some hefty stuff and it should stay secret until it's finished." He took a look around but quickly decided that they were alone. He smiled at her, the mischievousness mixing with seriousness in his blue-grey eyes. "We're going to try to make contact with the Outside. We're going to try to bring the power back. Cell phones, internet, radios. It will only work in here as far as I know, but it's a start." He smiled as he gazed into her eyes a moment too long, then looked away. "Even if we don't make history, it'll be fun, I promise."

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卐 ➝ where cassie's house
卐 ➝ power Psionic Blast, not in use
卐 ➝ tagged his sould mate, adam
卐 ➝ affiliation townie
卐 ➝ ooc xx
卐➝ ooc[/b] I'M BAAAAAACK of this header but I'm terrible at coding.?
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Karsten German
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Draken English
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I looked around, confused. What couldn't come out of my mind was what Mars was doing, where Jessi was, and who this.. Drew was. And Adam. That was his name, right? Adam. The teen who could murder any body with a quick touch, and the body would immediately fall lifeless and limp on the ground. That's all. No special focus or the need to talk. Poke you and you're dead, literally. I still didn't know how to use my eyeball-brain-melty-thingy properly yet, what the limits were. All I knew was I could blow up electronics and mutate emotions of another. I reached to my head, running my fingers through my hair, sighing.

After a few moments of digging around idly, my eyes wandered over to her window, and I looked out at the scenery. At least, what used to be scenery. Trees that only had a few leaves on them, brownish grass with bare patches scattered everywhere, then a dull, cold sky. It was cool today. In the low 80 but it felt 78. Little ripples jolted through the dome as birds flew into it, causing faint little yellow spots to appear every so often. It was sad. A little bird fell from the sky and right in front of that window, black as coal and twitching. I touched the window with my nose, placing my hand on the glass, exhaling loudly.

"Blaue Augen?" I motioned to Cass to come to the window, as a couple came marching up. One was a teen guy, slouched over with a red face and his hands in his pockets. The other, Jessi, Ms. Russia, the soldier, aka Ms. Wanted. I studied the boy's face, and then it clicked. I've seen him before. "Adam? Adam. Adam!" I pat Blaue Augen's shoulder in a fit of panic, telling her to stay as I ran out of the room. I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a knife and turned around. The door opened in my face, and I emitted a shrill, high-pitched scream as I stabbed the door in instinct. It fell out of my hand and I scrambled to pick it up, falling flat on my face. "Blaue Augen! Blaue Augen! Verstecken!"

I fumbled around as I got up, grabbing a roll of paper towels and I covered my hands. The knife was in my belt loop. The next thing I know, Adam is pinned against the wall with a knife to his neck. I was afraid. That was it. I didn't know what I was doing, and I had hurt my ankle in the process. When I went to get up, I stepped wrong and flung onto the counter, grabbing the towels. Looking into Adam's red, teared eyes, I stepped back, stabbing the knife into the wall beside him. I didn't know what I was doing, what was coming for me, but I just.. don't know. Is this the mind of a psychopath? My eyebrows furrowed, and I stepped back, attempting to flee into a random bedroom.