ｊｕｓｔ ａ ＦＡＹＺ - a gone-based roleplay

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║tags: cassie, jared, kotka.
║location: van, cassie's house.
║crush: none.
║power: touch of death.
║bars: four.
║affiliation: townie leader.
║ooc: nada.
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“Ꮤｏｕｌｄｎ’ｔ ｉｔ ｂｅ ｎｉｃｅ ｔｏ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ ｍｉｎｄ,
ｏｎｅ ｔｈａｔ ｃａｎ ｇｅｔ ｒｉｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆｅａｒ ｙｏｕ ｆｅｅｌ?”

A shudder ran through Cassie’s body beside me and timid question slipped out of her mouth. Quiet, even I barely heard it, but it was there. Who would clean up this mess? It was too much for one person, but there were things that even I wouldn’t make other people do. “Maybe Salem can clean up the water. I can take care of the bodies.” My own voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper as I responded. “Somebody else will have to look after the kids though. I don’t know how.” I was gnawing on the inside of my lip, my vision blurry and unfocused as I stared blankly at the murky water swirling by. Then there was something else, something that managed to pulled me back to some degree and my eyes were locked onto Cassie’s. “Neither have I, I don’t think anyone has. Kids have been begging to know where she is for the past two days. Somebody needs to be their doctor, and it’s not going to be me obviously.” There was an edge of bitterness in my voice as I spoke and I flexed my gloves hands briefly before stuffing them back into my pocket. Why am I even their leader? I’m the last person meant for this job. Hell, I hate kids and being around people in general. I frowned as the thought flitted across my mind. So why stay? Why not just leave? It’s not like anyone could stop you. A voice argued. But what about Vlad? I can’t just leave him, he’s my brother. I sighed. Internal strife wasn’t getting me anywhere.

“Right, I haven’t exactly been the best-” I struggled for a word, “-friend... out there either so don’t go beating yourself up about it. It doesn’t solve anything anyways.” I managed to offer the girl a sad smile, though it didn’t last and my face became vacant moments later. I couldn’t call myself her boyfriend, I doubted that anything could happen between us anyways, even though I knew I wanted it. It just wasn't possible, not with my...condition. The first and only time I had made the mistake of letting my bare skin brush hers was when I had lost it. All the pressure, the nightmares, the tension, everything. It had all become too much and I had broken down like a child, crying into her shoulder. I still regretted it, not crying, but the mere fact that I had dropped my guard so easily and how Jessi could’ve very well ended up dead. “Yeah, I’m coming,” I said hollowly, trailing after the former YouTube celebrity.

It wasn’t long before we were piling into the van, Cassie in the driver’s seat while I slid into the passenger seat. A hiss escaped me as I attempted to press my lacerated back against the back of the seat. Searing pain shot through my body and I leaned away from the seat. Right, nobody knew about my wound...yet. I intended to keep it that way as long as possible, though I could only do so much to hide the blood that had leaked through the gauze and shirt and begun to stain the back of my jacket. I would cross that confrontation when we got to it though. For now I could hear the dog, Kotka, in the back talking excessively and the sharp sound that echoed out as Jared threw something at him. “I swear to god if you don’t get that dog to shut up I’m going to kill it.” My teeth ground together at the guttural voice the dog used to speak and his incessant chattering. I didn’t need this, not now. It was like having a little kid follow you everywhere. I was beginning to feel like Vlad always being trailed by Hannah-Nora, granted she was more explosive than this dog, but it was good enough comparison in my mind.

“Yeah, we’re here,” I grunted a few minutes after Jared muttered his question. The van rolled to a halt in Cassie’s yard and for several moments I sat gathering my bearings. I had a bad feeling about this, like I wouldn’t like whatever we found here. “Well, let’s go then.” I shoved the door open, gritting my teeth as the sudden action tugged on my wound. On the bright side you’ll have a cool scar. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous thought and slammed the door behind me, careful not to exert the injury this time. My dark orbs turned to Cassie expectantly, waiting for her plan.

[glassea]

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xxxxxxxher eyes narrow slightly as the spiked club somehow loses its spikes, becoming a somewhat less dangerous baseball bat. obviously this girl has some sort of... power, and though kismet doesn't know what it is, she is sure that it would be in her best interests to proceed with caution. evan - isn't that a boy's name, she wonders, drawing off pre-fayz stereotypes - seems surprised that anyone would find her here. her unrehearsed reaction lowers kismet's guard a little: this being a trap is not likely, but still possible. kismet doesn't know evan at all. she doesn't seem like a sadistic nutjob, and the older girl has protested her innocence towards this topic, and kismet would like to believe her, but it seems almost too good to be true. if you've survived in the fayz for as long as they both have you must possess some form of common sense, or survival instincts. so evan being truly sorry about the threats? not likely. and if she's lying about that, well, she could be lying about the psychopath thing as well.
xxxxxxxkismet has never been the best at keeping her emotions from clouding her features. she uses this to her advantage when answering the slightly prying question, letting pent-up fear and nervousness flicker across a hopefully innocent-looking face. "i'm doing the same as you, i suppose. staying out of town. trying not to get killed by out-of-control superpowered kids." kismet pauses for a moment to study evan's face, trying to see whether her words have prompted some suspicious emotion, something that might indicate if she needed to get out of the house right now. noticing nothing too alarming, she continues. "look, i'm sorry about barging into this place. i didn't realize anyone was in here." it's purposeful, the fact that she doesn't ask if she should leave, because that might be taken as an opening, and kismet really just wants to find a somewhat safe place to sleep. on a scale of one to ten, with one being a lion's den and ten being a remote island, this house ranks with a safety score of maybe five or six, much better than the fayz's overall mark of three [approximately].
xxxxxxxevan seems more relaxed than before. still, who knows what that spike-growing power of hers can do? kismet doesn't race up the stairs towards her or anything, because that would be just asking for trouble. she keeps her hands where they're easily seen and moves upwards with slow, calm steps. "i'm truly sorry for interrupting you." she keeps her voice as free of sarcasm as she can make it. it'll earn her nothing in the eyes of a potential enemy. "would it be possible for me to stay here? i'll keep away from you." kismet resolves to sleep with her gloves off. if evan attacks her in the middle of the night - the danger of which, she judges, decreases with every passing breath - she'll need to defend herself. and self-defense is a perfectly rational reason for turning someone to stone. [she can't believe that thought just crossed her mind.]

[[ sorry for the delay in response; i'm on a bit of a hiatus.

[glazend.]

llnɟ ǝsnoɥ ɐ puɐ ƃop sıɥ ʇsnɾ sɐʍ ʇI ˙ǝuoƃ ˙ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ -
ǝɥʇ pǝɥɔɹɐǝs puɐ 'ƃuıuunɹ sǝʇnuıɯ ㄣᔭ ɯıɥ ʞooʇ ʇı ǝɔuıs
¿ʇuɐʇsıssɐ ɹǝH ˙ʎllɐɹǝʇı˥ ˙pǝɹɐǝddɐsıp ǝɥs 'sǝʎǝ sıɥ
ǝuo ʇɐ ɯooɹ ǝɥʇ ssoɹɔɐ ɹǝdɐd

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age sixteen, turning seventeen
tomorrow (roleplay day)
tagged Draken
affiliation townie
where Town, in minivan, going to Coates
crush Cassie
r. status single, open
religion Jewish
friends Cassie
enemies Jessi -Deceased-
ooc? enjoy my new format, and the tiny bit
of information that plays Jessi's death.

[DrakenKarsten

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ＤＥＡＬ ＷＩＴＨ ＩＴ.

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I had been curled up on my bed for several hours after Jessica Petrova suddenly, disappeared, with my leg wrapped tightly and blood stains on the floor. I had a pounding headache and, like my normal self, a bruise on my head from rolling off the bed earlier that night. Oh gosh. Those dreams. I relived those horrid moments again. A chill ran up my spine as I recalled the events that happened three days earlier.

Karsten waited anxiously for Jessi to walk through those doors, then to literally jump into action and restrain her with a tranquilizer he had fetched for Mars at the last minute. He glanced over at Mars, his hands sweaty and he was chewing his inner right cheek. Mars stood there, cold, unemotional, and only glanced at Karsten for a moment, then settled back into place. The door knob twitched, and the familiar dressage that Karsten had grown to be comfortable with slid past the door. Karsten clenched his jaw, and his face was turned to stone. A blast of a gun jurked him back, and silence erupted around Karsten, and he could only hear a loud ringing noise. Bam! Bam! Two more shots were fired from Mars, and the girl was crimson. Karsten simply couldn't bear, it as Mars walked out of the room, leaving her to suffer. As Karsten approached, vision blue and fuzzy, he repeated these words, "I have to, I have to, I have to, Jessi, I have to..." and he set his eyes on her for a few more moments, the blue faze overwhelming him. Jessi threw her knife that she was holding at Karsten's leg, then collapsed, and he fell.

I gasped in air, coming back to reality. Draken had come in for a few minutes to check on me, and I found myself clinging to him, standing up, leaning on one leg. "Karsten, you need to tell me what happened. I was searching for you for two days and I find you here with a wrapped leg. What happened?" I pushed myself away and dropped my head, looking out the window. "Nothing happened. I fell down the stairs." A weak chuckle was born after three days of misery and unhappiness. The town was flooded and too many people were dead. I was injured and "I, Karsten Lewenhart, murdered Jessica Petrova." I hadn't realized I spoke it aloud until Draken stumbled backwards, knocking down an expensive vase in the corner of the room. My head snapped to the left. There was nothing I could say to calm the situation, but I knew I had severely hacked away at our brotherly relationship. "Mars! He made me!" I blurted out, reaching out at my brother. "He t-threatened me! With his gun! He shot Jessi!" I yelled in defense. Draken shook his head, his silvery blue eyes bugged and neck craned backwards.

"Draken, please," Draken pointed the gun at my chest. "You wouldn't lie," He said slowly, weighing out the words with a calm, collected tone. I only shook my head, my mouth dry. What a lie. A backstabbing, terrible, terrible lie. Mars never threatened me, he never made me do anything. I agreed to do it. I had to finish her off. I couldn't- I wouldn't- let her suffer like that, with three bullets in her abdomen and that.. that face. She was actually afraid, terrified nonetheless. And the last thing she could do? Die with a fight. She died with a fight, a weak, lonely fight, but a fight. "Eyeball melty thing?" I nodded, a little amused by his choice of vocabulary. The weapon was slowly lowered to the ground, and not a word was spoken about it. "I'm going into town. I'll be fine." My father always had to walk with a cane, as he was injured in the hip and it didn't heal correctly. I stumbled around, leaning onto it. It was sturdy, trustworthy; unlike myself. I couldn't even trust myself anymore.

I wiped sweat off my brow. It was getting warm out, maybe a little too warm. "Want a ride?" Draken's voice came from behind. "Mom's van is full on gas." I gave him a slight smile. "Thanks." We slid into our black, rubber boots, tucked in our thin jeans, and slushed ourselves through the foot-deep water. "This water, unclean. It's disgusting even." I said, and Draken quietly agreed as we loaded into the blue minivan. I was surprised it wasn't totally destroyed, or stolen. There were too many dents, though. The back door couldn't open all the way, and only Bullenbeisser was able to fit in- barely. As we pulled out, and drove the the road, Bullenbeisser stayed quiet and laid down in the backseat. We rumbled past Cassie's house, and I smushed myself against the glass window. It was sad. Her front yard was flooded and I noticed that angry, devil chicken that used to attack me was gone, and a few others that remained were scattered across in the water as white and brown feathers.

I heard faintly next to me, "Happy Birthday, Kars.." That's right, I almost forgot our birthday. It was tomorrow. The best time to turn seventeen was during the after arts of war, right? Then we were having a blast. Draken and I pasted a dead body lying next to the street when we entered town. Oh, what a mess. Building were blown up, and it smelled of death and pity. "Where are we going?" Draken asked, his voice burned out. I paused for a moment, thinking.

"To Coates."

[MeteorShower]

Shh...

[youre_the_onlyreason]

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tagged: kyle
location: her house
feeling: surprised
status: single
power: shape shifting into other people
bars: three bar
ooc: thanks to Beaty for the code!
nothing else...
for now... *laughs evilly.*
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anastasie stood in front of the stove, finishing up the bacon she was cooking. the timer dinged, and she reached in the oven with an oven mitt, and pulled out the biscuits she had been cooking. she set them gently on the stove top, and put the rest of the bacon on a covered plate. she set the table for two people, and grabbed two paper towels in place of napkins. she walked up to kyle's room, and knocked on the door shortly before opening it.
she smiled, seeing that he was still asleep. she walked to him quietly, and pulled his covers off of his face. "wakey, wakey. there is some breakfast waiting for you downstairs." ana opened the blinds a bit, to let the light stream in, so he would wake up. she then slowly exited the room, leaving the door open so he could smell the bacon.
ana sat down, and put some food on her plate, but didn't eat it yet, because she was waiting for kyle to come down before she did.

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tagged: anastasie
mood: this food is freaking delicious, curious
location: his house
r. status: single, crush on Hannah-Nora
affiliation: student
p. title: telepathy
p. bars: three bars
ooc: thank ya again, Beaty!

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kyle's eyes shot open when the smell of bacon wafted through his room. he threw his covers off, and ran downstairs, tripping on the rug at the bottom of the stairs. he quickly stood back up, and looked to see if ana had seen him, but luckily she hadn't. he casually walked back tot he table, and saw how nice and neat it was. he was used to it, ever since ana came back, she started setting the table and cooking for them both.
he grabbed a bunch of food, and sat down to eat. they quickly said Grace, then started eating. little conversation went on between them, until kyle asked, "why did we have a war?"
ana's fork dropped out of her hand, but she quickly regained her composure, and turned to him. "that is a very good question, and if I explained, you wouldn't understand. I barely understand, myself. so, I will tell you later. okay?"
kyle new what ana was doing. she didn't want him to be more hurt, or scarred. she just wanted to protect him, and he liked it, but right as of then, he wanted to know everything. for once, he wanted for her not to protect him, so he could see how he would do on his own. he wanted to know how it felt to have to be aware. he wanted to feel danger. in danger.
he wanted to be free.

[Helmuth]

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name: cassidy "cassie" preston.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: ...
tagged: jared, adam, kotka, jessi.
location: her house, kitchen.
occupation: youtuber.
power: none.
ooc: xxx.

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Cassie let out an aggravated sigh. Since Kotka started his “poo, poo, poo… butterfly, butterfly… bad smell… bad smell… still need to poo” rantings, Cassie knew that people were beginning to get unnerved by the talkative Australian shepherd. Now Jared was even beginning to conspire against harmless, light-headed little Kotka. Poor dog. She threw her head around and stuck her finger in Adam’s face. Even though he could potentially kill her with just a single touch, she had learned to be human around him. With all of the other kids staying weary and keeping their distance, she could only imagine how lonely the poor guy was. And how much he craved human connection, although she didn’t have much to give.
The blonde’s eye twitched violently. “My dearest Skywalker? Don’t harm my dog, okay? Or I’ll impale you with my light saber. He’s a good boy. Even if he is a little… well, soft in the head, he’s a really good snuggler come nap time.” She turned around in her seat before pausing. “You know, besides the fact he has the terrible almighty farts after eating sausage weenies.” She jammed the key into the ignition and turned, sighing in relief as it rumbled to life. The Mystery Machine was still at its voodooey works. She switched gears, putting it into drive before slowly skidding through the flooded streets.
After arriving to the house, Cassie jumped-tripped out of the car before quickly catching herself and going at an cool attempt to stumble to the door with what was left of her dignity. She threw Adam a embarrassed smile. “I’m awesome.” Why she said that, she didn’t know. Maybe it was because she didn’t have any awe-inspiring Marvel super powers. You know, the same ones that drove you to pouncing on your bed at midnight in some kick-butt attempt at throwing out ninja moves and you accidently break your arm in the process (all after watching Ironman for the first time) and then, after you think you’re your parents can’t get any more heated up, you aren’t so easily discharged from the hospital in what the nurses are convinced as child abuse. But even if she didn’t have those powers, even if on the side lines, she felt the tinge of jealousy that she couldn’t be knocking people’s heads off their shoulders… she could still be the cool cat in town by simply being the Robin Hood. No powers, but the side kick. The brains. The humor. She guessed that with all the main diamonds came the gems.
Cassie quietly followed behind Adam, peeking over his shoulder. Which was stupid, because this was her house. Why should she be frightened? She coughed, clearing her throat from the eeriness that lurked over the scenario. Then she slid around Adam and ventured in. It wasn’t the 1969 Scooby Doo playing dimly upstairs that stopped her in her tracks. It was what she saw.
Bullet holes shredded the staircase. A large flower vase that sat on the entryway table was left shattered. Cassie had made it for her mother when she was nine. It had been for Mother’s Day and, although the gift had been tacky, her mom was one of those people who – when receiving a gift – immediately brightened and knew exactly what to do with it. Which, unlike Cassie, wasn’t to throw it away. Despite the numbness in her mind, the unwillingness to comprehend or move, somehow she cautiously walked into the dining room. The table had been flipped to its side. The windows, blown out, glass everywhere. When she glanced down, she saw a blood stain on the floor. She stumbled forward so suddenly, or maybe, just lost her balance, but somehow the floor wooshed up at her face and she fell, hard into the sticky puddle of blood. She scrambled up, first losing her balance again, but then began to frantically wipe the blood off of her shirt, her arms, her face.
From behind her, Kotka growled uneasily.
And leaning against the table, her chest blood-streaked and hand limply grasping a pistol, was Jessica Petrova.
It was only after several moments of staring, not able to understand, that Cassie’s eyes began to burn.

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❂ ＷＥＳ ＭＵＬＬＩＮＴＺ ❂

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name: henry "wes" mullintz.
age: 13 years old.
feeling: relaxed, alone.
tagged: no one.
location: town.
occupation: student.
power: disappearance; three bar.
ooc: xxx.

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Henry Wesley Mullintz hadn’t been freer in his entire life until the moment he was imprisoned to the dome. Kids were calling it a FAYZ. And, if it was a “fayz” in his life, then it was one that he would willingly accept. Since being kicked out from his family, now he had developed his own. And he was living in the Pink House. The house, on the corner of Bricks Street, Wother Beach, that looked like a Barbie dream house. It made him think of all the happy times in his life: and realize he had never had one. Until now.
He sat back, reading a comic book. Back at Coates, he hadn’t been liberated to do these things. Other kids would have snatched it out of his hands, or laughed at him. But now he had the full privilege to do whatever he wanted. Besides – he didn’t have anywhere else to go. He didn’t want to fight for Town or for Coates, so he decided to stay sort of neutral. But offers kept coming to him to work for town; to use his power against the Coates kids to the Town’s advantage. He didn’t know if he should. Plus, if he was caught by the Coates kids – or, more likely, Mars – he would be skinned alive. Probably quite literally.

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name: jess marsden mccotty.
age: 17 years old.
feeling: dealing with enough.
tagged: drew, marjorie.
location: town.
occupation: student/henchman.
power: none.
ooc: xxx.

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No one would have ever expected a boy who had murdered his father to have emotions. But he did. It was true. Although he didn’t directly reveal them, they were there; lurking deep in his heart, tormenting him in the nights when he couldn’t sleep. The nights when all he could think about was little Mattie and what Drew Henderson was doing to his brother. But he didn’t act on these emotions and that was why people thought he was detached. Maybe he was, slightly. Either way, he felt sudden pangs that sent him into frenzies. Hysterical frenzies. Frenzies in which he beat the walls until his knuckles bled and then stormed from the room to return, hours later, and pretend it had never happened.
Mars squinted against the blinding rays of the sun. The little “cabin” on the hill over from Coates wasn’t very far and from this distance, he could see movement from beyond the shuttering shades thrown across the windows. He scratched his forearm, laced with subtle tattoos, and sized up the area. If Drew had retreated after what kids were calling “the First Battle of Worther Beach,” then he must have been terribly wounded – if not physically, then his mental strongholds torn down and then completely convinced that perhaps his leadership wasn’t all the great after all.
He didn’t bother to knock. After allowing the door to swing open, listening to a small whine in the hinges, he silently treaded in. His silvery, cunning eyes swiveled around the room until quietly entering the next. He peered around the corner and caught sight: Marjorie, rinsing blood-stained palms in the sink and Drew, sitting sullenly on the bed. He smiled. Hmm. So Drew had finally been beaten down. And he hadn’t even had to do a thing to see it done.
Mars leaned against the door frame, twirling a coin between his callused knuckles. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Mars casually chided. “Looks like somebody’s a little hurt. Is it your pride in struggling for town, Brother, or is it just your blasted cold heart?” He laughed throatily and blew out a sigh, letting his dark bangs flutter before his eyes; then he tucked it behind his ears. He did this act, this laughing, in a rubbing-it-in way; a way in which everybody knew that he knew he was handsome and untouched. And rouge. Maybe even dangerous, if the situation came upon it. But that was his own opinion: every one already guessed he was dangerous. Because nobody, not even Drew Henderson with all of his power, could do anything to deny Mars of what he could or what he couldn’t do.
Mars glanced over at Marjorie before flashing a sardonic smile. “Nice to see you again, Marj.” He looked back to Drew. “Is… is the whole Dramanda already done? Really? Man, I would have thought that you two would’ve dragged it out for longer. You know, since you, Drew, really like to get the attention. Plus, you always somehow put on a great show.” He grimaced, as if tasting something repulsive. “But listening to all of that gossip in the halls? It’s suicide to my ear canals. As if romance was the most fascinating thing in our little dome. Please. Set off a nuke and see how many raised eyebrows you get.” He strolled over to the table, where a bag of pretzels lay. He grabbed one and tossed it into his mouth. “Trust me, people act like you’re psychotic.”

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name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: all the feelz.
tagged: vlad.
location: town.
occupation: the devil.
power: vibes; two bar.
ooc: xxx.

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Of the 27 children brutally massacred at the battle of the bridge leading away from town, Hannah-Nora Ewa had been exceptionally saved from the rain of bullets. But of the 32 wounded, she hadn’t been so fortunate.
The world swirled before her, like heat waves rising from molten-hot pavement roads. The little Jamaican girl stumbled, hearing a gurgling. No! No! That noise could only mean one thing: Her guts were falling out! Devastated and painstakingly beaten down, the short girl stumbled down the road, clutching her stomach. Her shirt bled through a crimson red and dribbled between her chubby little fingers. Now she was beginning to see da light! She threw up a hand to her forehead and began to bitterly cry while attempting to hold it in by chewing on her lip.
Two boys were at her sides. Maybe they wanted to propose. After all, she was awfully demi-god beautiful, perhaps even outshining the sun on days when she could find Covergirl, but really? She was on her death bed and these guys were making the moves on her? She threw her head back and wailed in pain before throwing her elbow into the ugly boy’s crotch. The boy cried out, doubling over in pain. “Ya ugly, mon!” She screamed, flailing her arms. “Get away from me! I am a woman! Respect me, or I cut ya up to little bits and I feed ya to my Lucy!” She took off, stumbling down the blocks while the boys lagged behind, now both of them doubled over from her “bird-like take off.” Girls could do some damage if boys weren’t careful.
Hannah-Nora leapt onto the soggy grass, spotting Vlad. “Vlad ya stinkin’ mon!” She wailed. “I’ve been brutally assaulted by machine guns and I dunno if I will survive da next hour! Oh, Heaven forbid it!” She collapsed beside him, her tongue hanging out one side of her mouth like a dying camel and her pudgy face going slack, losing all signs of emotion. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her hand as her hand slipped, revealing the red wound at her stomach. “I… am dying, Vladimoo…”

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tagged; cassie, adam, kotka
location; cassie's house
r. status; single
affiliation; townie
p. title; matter phasing
p. bars; three

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Jared's blank eyes found the pool of blood that Cassie had slipped in. Somewhere, underneath the terror that seized his soul, the naive part of him wondered what blood was doing on Cassie's floor. Somewhere even deeper in his mind, Jared knew. He knew before he began to follow Cassie. Knew before he saw Jessi lying on the floor, in the middle of a circle made of red satin. Blood. Her blood. Jessi's blood.
creedwashereThe room swirled around him and he found himself sitting on the floor beside the doorway. Staring. Not crying, like Cassie had begun to do. Just staring at her head eyes, at the patches of blood surrounding clothing torn by bullets. Only two thoughts ran through his mind, over and over until they became a roaring chorus that he couldn't stop. The first was that she didn't deserve to die like this, alone with her killer, shot down like an outlaw. The second thought? He no longer cared if he went to Hell. He was going to kill whoever did this.

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║tags: cassie, jared, kotka.
║location: van, cassie's house.
║crush: none.
║power: touch of death.
║bars: four.
║affiliation: townie leader.
║ooc: brace yourselves.
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“Ꮤｏｕｌｄｎ’ｔ ｉｔ ｂｅ ｎｉｃｅ ｔｏ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ ｍｉｎｄ,
ｏｎｅ ｔｈａｔ ｃａｎ ｇｅｔ ｒｉｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆｅａｒ ｙｏｕ ｆｅｅｌ?”

There was a sliding sound in the mud behind me and I tossed a glance over my shoulder in time to see Cassie stumbling, barely catching herself in time to prevent a crash landing in the mud underfoot. I arched an eyebrow at her and she shot a flustered look my way with a quick comment. I just shook my head and offered her a ghost of a smile before I was facing forwards again and making my way to the house. Cassie was one of the people I found to be fairly straightforward, easier to read than others and she didn’t seem to make herself out to be anymore than she was. But then again I had never been good at reading people, far too detached to understand them fully. I did understand this much though; she was insane and clumsy. At times I found myself wondering if the girl had any powers of her own, but it seemed she hadn’t. In a way I almost felt sorry for her, she would always be at the mercy of somebody else in this new world and was restricted to the limitations of a regular body. And at the same time I envied her, I myself was at the mercy of my power, with my nightmares and my inability to touch others and I knew other people were affected as well. Vlad had to constantly release electric pulses or he would electrocute whoever he touched, and his anxiety made his power all the more unpredictable. Jared probably had a bad habit of phasing through things or maybe even people he didn’t mean too, Hannah-Nora’s power quite literally hurt her at times. This wasn’t the time to dwell on trivial matters though; we were here for a reason.

The cough behind me was what broke me out of my trance and I realized I had stopped in my tracks. Then the blonde youtuber was sidling around me and making her way through the front door. I was close enough behind her that I nearly bumped into her when she froze. Close enough that I was practically breathing down her neck and –feeling like a creep- I shuffled sideways further into the war-torn room. Everything had quite literally been torn apart by the bullets. Chunks of plaster, wood, and glass coated the floor along with bullet shells and various blood stains. Just taking in the scene -although I didn’t doubt my power playing a part either- I knew what to expect long before I entered the room. There she was Jessica Petrova, dead as a door nail, blood staining her torso and her eyes open and listless. I stood as immobile as stone while Cassie floundered about, slipping and rolling in the scarlet pools staining the floor. A thump behind me signaled Jared sitting on the floor abruptly. I stood for several minutes letting this new horror sink in. I should’ve know better. I knew somebody would want her dead, but I let her go by herself that day. I could feel it, the rage coming back. My blood boiled and a growl was building steadily in the back of my throat. “AAAURRRRRGGGHHH!! DAMMIT!!” I found myself spinning around, my fist hitting the nearest possible object.

In that moment several things happened simultaneously. A strings of curses were screamed in a guttural voice, my fist sank into several different glass objects, my vision shut down, the laceration on my back was sundered and my entire body went completely numb. I stood for the next few minutes, waiting for my vision to come back -at least I hoped I was still standing- and when my blackened vision flickered back to life and the feeling came back into my body I found I was shuddering with rage and my fist was buried in the wooden back panel of a china cabinet. Jagged bits of glass were buried in my forearm and I watched distantly as the crimson began to stain the sleeve of my jacket. I felt no pain in the new injuries though, I couldn’t feel anything through the adrenaline that coursed through my veins. I knew it should hurt though, I could feel blood pouring down my back again. The gauze had reached its limit and the warm, sticky liquid was soaking my jacket, the fabric growing wet and sticking to my skin. I was aware of it in the back of my mind, but I didn’t comprehend the pain.

Numbly I jerked my arm free of the cabinet and began to pull the jagged shards of glass free of my arm, letting the bloodied pieces slip through my fingers to break against the floor. “I’m sorry.” I said hoarsely, making my way towards Jessi. The last shard of glass hit the floor with a distant clink as I knelt beside the dead girl. “I’ll bury her guys. Besides, we can’t just leave her like this.” I slid my arms underneath the girl, not noticing as her blood stained my jacket when it brushed against the floor. One arm hooked under the girl’s knees and the other wrapped around her back and I drew her to my chest, lifting her up as though she were a sleeping child. Her cold stiff fingers were still wrapped around the pistol in her grip and I decided to leave it there. There was no use for the weapon and I somehow got the feeling she would be wanted to be buried with the cursed thing anyways.

I didn’t know if the other two would follow me, especially after my outburst and the fact that their lifelong friend was gone now, but I maneuvered out the door and into the yard. I found a decent patch of ground and laid the girl down, finding a shovel and setting about the tedious task of digging yet another grave. The adrenaline soon wore off and I found myself struggling to keep digging, fighting against the agony raking my body. But I had to do this. “Pain is just a mentality; it doesn’t hurt if you don’t think it does. Pain is an illusion.” I found myself muttering the last four words over and over again until I was finished. Then I found myself lowering her body into the grave and for a few seconds I stood in the hole with her, looking her over. Swallowing hard I knelt down, unclasping the silver chain with the bullet from around her neck and clasped it around my own instead, listening to the metal clang against the chain and pentagram pendant of my own necklace. Then I was pulling myself out of the hole and began shoveling the dirt into it. It was a graceless burial and a sick feeling was building in the pit of my stomach. I wasn’t even sure how many people I had buried since the FAYZ had started, but never had it stirred this feeling inside me. When I was finished I looked at the small mound of dirt, driving the shovel deep into the soft soil as a sort of marker. “Good-bye, Jessi,” I whispered, my voice hitching as I turned my bloodied back on the grave and returned to the van.

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An odd look crossed Evan's face as she listened to the girl talking. It seemed reality had finally hit her, in the worst time possible. She nodded when the girl spoke, as if silently agreeing with her and resolving to believing her - they were going to get no where if they argued the whole time about whether or not they were being truthful, even if the arguing was done in their heads -, so she relaxed more. The last thing she wanted was to look aggressive. However, as soon as Kismet began to slowly make her way up the stairs, Evan became more on guard.

As the request to stay the night hit her, Evan went deep into thought. Would it be a good idea? She had no clue who exactly this girl was, what she could do. Her old bad habits started to shine as she was forced to resist replying with a snarky remark about those facts. No, I can't be like that. Not now. I have to be careful, no matter how dangerous this place may be. She decided to allow the girl to stay - even though it seemed the girl was already making the moves to staying anyway - and see what would happen next. All she would have to do is put an ice barrier in the doorway an inch or two thick, and she would be good. It would take a couple minutes to break without a hammer or any good power to melt or break it, and so she would be pretty safe. Even if it did break, it gave her the warning that someone had entered the room uninvited.

Or she could just freeze the hinges and the door shut, so if someone tried to come in they would have to put a lot of force into it. Yeah, that sounds like a better plan. Less obvious, too. Now that she had a plan for the night, it was all a matter of figuring out who this girl was, what she could do. It's not that Evan didn't trust Kismet, - she had to trust her to some point to even bother allowing her to stay, if she didn't she would have turned her away right off the bat - it's just that she wasn't entirely sure what might set this girl off, and the last thing she needed was to get into a fight with someone when she didn't know their abilities. It's the main reason she skipped out on the fighting and left the other Townies to fend for herself. She didn't like getting involved in situations where she didn't know exactly what she was getting herself into, and seeing the injuries on some of the kids, she was glad about her choice, even though the other Townies might not look on it so lightly if they ever found out.

Evan took in a breath, breaking away from her thoughts, and nodded, and worded what she said next carefully. "Alright, you can stay, but uh... Keep away from that room down the hall, 'kay? At least, keep away from it when everyone is supposed to be sleeping." That sounded like I was pigeonholing her as a psycho, crap. "Erm, not that you would, but better safe than sorry, yes?" She paused for a moment, trying to think of another thing to talk about to distract the girl from what she had just implied. "Um, are you hungry or something? I realize food is a bit hard to get without it being shipped here now and that even if there was food left, a lot of it's probably soggy." Good, try and sound friendly. You don't need enemies right now, and you don't need things getting tense with some random girl when you're not even sure what they can do.

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ϟtags; hannah-nora.
ϟlocation; edges of town.
ϟcrush; none.
ϟpower; electricity manipulation.
ϟbars; three.
ϟaffiliation; townie, adam's twin.
ϟooc; no idea the extent of her wounds. XD
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“Ꮤｉｔｈ ｇｒｅａｔ ｐｏｗｅｒ...ｃｏｍｅｓ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ
ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ. Ꮤａｋｅ ｍｅ ｕｐ ｌａｔｅｒ.”

I heard the girl coming a mile away, Hannah-Nora, the Demoness. The little Jamaican girl had become the bane of existence since the beginning of the FAYZ. I had been stuck with her since day one, but after the war I hadn’t seen her. I had begun to fear the worst, but alas she was fine and screaming at somebody as well. A sigh passed through my lips, ruffling my bangs. What on Earth was I going to do with that child? She had already seen fit to wax my legs in the middle of the night a few weeks ago, an event that has a rather....shocking conclusion (oh yeah puns, deal with it). As tired as I was, the katana strapped across my back was making it kind of difficult to sleep, not to mention the fact that the Demon-child was hot on my trail. The sword was a newer accessory of mine for several reason, firstly the silver blade gave me more range and was highly conductive, the other was that it was just plain awesome. Like how many people do you see carrying swords around in this day and age? Not many, right?

There was a sloshing sound behind me and my eyes finally flickered open, screwing up against the bright light –that was dimmer ever since the dome appeared- and pulled myself into a sitting position. My head craned about just in time to hear the customary insult of greeting from the little girl. “I stink? Well at least I don’t smell like sweaty gym socks,” I teased back, but my smirk and good mood were cut short but the appearance of the girl. Her hands were pressed to her stomach and blood seeped from between her chubby fingers. I swallowed hard as the girl flopped beside me, stating dramatically that she was dying. “You’re not allowed to die; you still have to take down Drew.” I kept my tone light as I pulled the girls hands away from the wound and examined it. In honesty I was sure the little girl had long since given up on taking down the leader of Coates herself, especially since our last encounter with him had resulted in her being shown just how powerless she actually was against him, but I figured that the idea of revenge would prevent her from just settling down and accepting death.

The injuries weren’t the worst I had seen, but for a girl as young as her I couldn’t even imagine the pain she must be in. I was no doctor though, and Jessi wasn’t around to help. “I think you need stitches.” I had no idea what I was talking about, the wounds looked deep though, and I knew I needed to at least stop the bleeding. “Uh, close your eyes or something for a second.” With a sigh I shrugged the sword and my sweater free of my body and peeled off my t-shirt. It was plain black and the driest article of clothing I had at the moment. I set the piece of fabric on my lap and tugged my hoodie back on, zipping it up and putting the sword sheath back in place. Carefully I began to tear the shirt into long, wide strips and began wrapping them around the girl’s injuries. I made sure they were secured tightly with a grimace. “We need to do something about these.” Briefly the thought of cauterizing the wounds flickered across my mind and I cringed visibly at the thought. Pyrokinesis was one the most basic powers out there, no doubt somebody in the dome had it, but the idea of putting a little kid through that kind of agony made my stomach uneasy. “Come on.” I stood up and offered my hand to Hannah-Nora. “Let’s go find someone who can help.”