[System]
Age: 29 [Unknown]
Gender: Biologically Female
Corporation: UNISEC
Rank: Ex-Commander, Now serves as the Engram linked to the Yoshino

Psychological profile: Noted to be calm and collected in the heat of battle, silently analyzing what needs to be done and being vocal when necessary. When all is quiet, she can sometimes become restless which is why she usually occupies herself with various data management tasks when not in general quarters.

Educational Background: Aris Foste, daughter of Julianna and Shaun Foste, was born and raised on a UNISEC station in orbit of one of the core worlds of the faction. Her father played a serious role in her early life, encouraging her to adopt the military life, thus leading to her enrollment into the UNISEC Military Academy until the age of 18 where she showed promising skill in tactics.

Service Record(UNISEC)/Employment History(non-UNISEC): By the age of 23, Aris had been put into the role of an assistant tactician aboard a small capital ship where she demonstrated her capabilities as a leader. Six years later, at the age of 29, she had attained the rank of a Commander in the Second Division who had a fairly sized taskforce under her fold. One day however, after returning her taskforce from a patrol mission, she received a letter bearing the mark of high ranking officials in UNISEC, requesting for her to volunteer in an experimental program that they believed she showed promise for. After meeting with said officials, she had decided to join in the program, after all, she was not necessarily tied down by anything or anyone. She was then sent off to the UNISEC Research Station of Aleroth where she would partake as a member of the Engram Program.

Combat Training(UNISEC)/Work Skills(non-UNISEC):
Highly skilled in tactics & battlefield management (Planetary & Interstellar)
High speed data management
General Infantry training
General Engineer training

Equipment:
- None -

[User] Once the captain was being announced as entering the room she stands up but once told to sit down by the captain herself she sits down and shrugs slightly not worrying about being confused. She lets her drone float up and record the captain making sure to save everything to a data bank. She pays attention but once Genevieve asks if there are any questions Ivory would stand up and ask with an eager tone as she smiles "Ma'am I only have one question, when do we get to start kicking ass?" The look in her eye was that of interest as she looked over the 3D image. On her armor she had the emblem of Solexus so a ship like that caught her eye greatly.

[Assistant]
James was lost in thought as the captain neared the room, but his body moved on instinct as the call was made, snapping to Attention with a disciplined salute following sharply after. He relaxed back against the wall as she put them at ease, understandably a little confused someone as highly ranked as a Vice Admiral could be so lax with protocol, but continued to listen to the briefing anyway, laughing a little though his nose at the brief summary of how she ran her ship.

He listened to the mission briefing carefully, taking note of anything that could be important to his particular role, as well as potential tactical decisions as a whole. As she finished the briefing, he began to process his thoughts and began to form a question, but was interrupted as the bizarre white-haired girl spoke up and he spotted the Solexus logo on her unusual armour. His expression become a mix of questioning and distaste at her outburst, although leaning more so to the latter, but refrained from commenting and instead simply rolled his eyes before standing up straight from his place on the wall and raising his hand to signal his own input.

"Two questions Ma'am. Are we sure that the unknown vessel will still in that location once we arrive, or that we can at least track it down if not? With all due respect, 5 days is plenty of time to exfil even a ship of that size, and they may have tracking countermeasures we hadn't known about."

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Genevieve stared blankly at the small girl, thinking immediately that perhaps she had acquired a stowaway and glossing over the SE emblem on her chest. "Assuming the ship is still in system, a fact of which we cannot truly be certain of Corporal Carlyle, our current rules of engagement as per First Division Reactionary Fleet protocol, is to destroy with extreme prejudice. Due to the size of the ship and assumed capabilities, we expect to expend half of the Yoshino's ammunition stores in the sortie. So to answer your question, and the likely followup, it will be immediately when we exit hyperspace and there will be no salvaging operations." Of course, she had already explained as much to the Adept with the augmetic eyes. He wasn't pleased about it, but he accepted her judgement regardless.

Carlyle did bring up a good point however, and it was one that she herself had pointed out when she got the assignment. They had no way of tracking the ship, no knowledge of if the ship was still there, or where it was if not, and more damning to the mission at hand; she wasn't even sure if their weapons could damage it. Dozens of faces stared at her and expected some kind of answer better than what she had been given, and so she did what she did best. "You are correct that the capabilities of the alien vessel are quite unknown, and that we are running into a sortie blinded and perhaps even crippled without knowing it. However, the Yoshino is an old ship and battle-hardened by the Reformation. What's more, is that she's captained by two of UNISEC's most experienced captains in the fleet, one of whom has experience in dealing with alien threats. It's a pretty big bitch of a ship, this alien one, but we'll take her out. We've got enough missiles on board to take down a star-dreadnought, and the stealth capabilities to do it unseen."

A bit more than what command had actually said to her, but she knew it would do to talk up the ship they were all fighting on. The Yoshino did have the stealth tech and the missiles, it was just a matter of putting them on target. As long as the rest of the crew could focus more on that than the absolute unknown of this mission, then she could see it done. After that, she would give them a piece of her mind for throwing out such a shit mission at her.

[Assistant]
The moment the call rang out that captain was on deck Alexia snapped to attention give a salute purely out of muscle memory. Before returning to her former position when told to be at ease. Quite pleased that she didn't have to be stiff as a board, preferring things to be more relaxed. As the commanding officer identified her self Alexia mind note of the name and rank. Pretty sure she had heard it so where before. But could not recall where or when. It didn't matter for now so quickly buried the thought focused on the Vice Admiral.

Alexia listened to Genevieve, again feeling pleased that Genevieve was pretty relaxed on protocol. It would make thing easier on her. Given follow she had issue following some of the regulations and protocol. Still following the basic and don't put holes in the ship. It sounded easy enough so was sure even she would be able to comply and avoid get spaced. Although Alexia doubted Genevieve could space someone.

As the Genevieve gave a run down on the mission Alexia frowned. To her it sounded like this was more a space op than anything else. So began to ponder what her role in this was. Alexia not liking the idea of sitting around for the entire missions duration. She needed to pull her weight to do something that would help with the mission. Still she listened nodding her head as the alien vessel was displayed. It must have been quite the ship and from an unknown race. It made her think what kind of threat it might pose and if she'd get a chance to fight some aliens having always pondered what it would be like.

When asked if there were any questions Alexia thought for a moment. She wanted to know what her role in this op would be. There were also some other things bothering her but those she could ignore. Used to only get a small snippet of information for a mission after all it wasn't a soldiers job to know everything only that it was the mission and it needed to be done.

Alexia was about to speak when some Genevieve soon identified as Corporal Carlyle spoke first. So Alexia kept her mouth shut for the moment listening the Vice Admiral speak. Pleased she seem confident, but now that she had a moment for the information on the alien vessel to be thought on she felt a little unsure. After all the Vice Admiral did say, it was an unknown alien race. Which showed a little as Alexia shifted a little. She wasn't afraid of going into the unknown or fighting with know information. She just didn't like the idea of doing that on a ship where she had no control over what happened. Still, it was her problem, and she intended to keep it to herself. She was a little time on a firing range would settle her nerves.

Once Genevieve finished speaking to that Corporal Carlyle person Alexia cleared her throat. Pushing away from the wall and taking a step forward.
"Ma'am I gotta question. Why do you pick specialist ground units for this mission? Alexia asked gesturing to herself and Corporal Carlyle. Thinking she and whoever he was would make for fitting examples. Alexia assuming that the Corporal was not just another grunt.
"I mean I could understand myself as I'm trained in boarding actions and all, but by the sound of it. You plan on nuking that thing into atoms. No boarding, no talking where might need a body guard. So I fail to see why you'd need more than basic infantry aboard or is there a ground a aspect to this mission you've not told us about yet? I mean disrespect Ma'am but I loathe the idea of merely sitting around and not contributing to the mission." Alexia asked the Vice Admiral was willing to provide an answer. She also hoped it was not just for having you around encase we need you type of answer. As to her it still meant that there was a good chance of her sitting around. It also had occurred to her after she had spoken that she may have rambled a bit. Although she didn't care and would not unless the Vice Admiral had problem with it.

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Just as Alexia finished speaking, in the brief moment of silence that usually lingered between a question and an answer the room was filled with the sound of a hologram forming next to Vice Admiral Genevieve. After a few seconds of somewhat bright light, the sound dissipated and a perfect hologram of Aris Foste took shape, one could barely notice the fact that she was just a hologram by sight. "Apologies for my tardiness Vice Admiral, I was making sure we did not accidentally get nuked from the inside out." She said to Genevieve, her tone expressing the experience of conversing with high ranking officials to the others in the room.

"In regards to your question Sergeant Mio" The red-haired woman replied, looking over to the person in question, "I'm afraid your role, as well as the role of others in your field of experience, is to remain on standby until either necessary or until the threat has been eliminated. However, there is a planet in the system that will need to be investigated as well." Aris announced before gesturing to the central display which in turn presented a model of the planet in question. "Unfortunately, due to regulations, we cannot simply nuke the planet of life even if it is within our capabilities to do so unless we are cleared for it with sufficient reasoning. This is where you and many others similar to you, will be active. Similarly the Zhao, we have lost contact with the planet. If we are unable to reestablish communications with the planet upon entering into the system, ground forces will be sent to investigate. Rest assured, ground forces will be able to call in orbital fire support from the Yoshino, but be prepared for anything." Aris finished, hoping her answer would be sufficient enough to both Alexia and others who had similar questions.


[System]
Bailey Collins
Height: 6' ☬ Weight: 186 lbs  ☬Age: 24 years old ☬Hair Color: Mousey brown ☬ Eye Color: Blue-green

"Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a man's growth without destroying his roots."- Frank A. Clark

Attributes
Age: 24 Years Old
DOB: September 9, 1993
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual

Theme

History

Welcome to lower class suburban hell, where to the outside world everything looks peaches and cream but in reality- you're drowning in stasis and college debt. Bailey was nothing more than your average American boy with bright dreams and who wanted to believe that he had the right to shape and mold the young minds of the masses. What he didn't realize at the time was that not only did his dream career pay out very little but it often came with little to no gratitude. Not that he minded at the moment but he couldn't help but to feel a little bitter as he stumbled through his first shot of student teaching. The kids didn't care, that was a fact he as forced to come to terms with almost immediately and those who did care lacked the courage to put the class clowns in their places. Alas, this was his passion. Bailey had dreamed of being a teacher for as long as he could remember. Well, a professor but everyone had to start somewhere. For him it was at the NUI, a decent little college located a town over from his home. This allowed Bailey to cut the cost of dorm life and stay at home while working on his studies.

Of course, university was not cheap. Despite applying to numerous scholarships at the end of it all he was left with a hefty sum. Several student loans later and one soul sucking job in customer service, Bailey had finally made it- well, at least to the unpaid world of student teacher. Where he awkwardly scribbled down notes while fending off invasive questions from the high schoolers. Overall; he had to admit he was still excited about each day and those naive dreams he started out with still burned somewhere in his depths.

Power

Bailey's power is induced paralysis. Through the power of his touch, Bailey is able to momentarily render the muscle and nerves in a state of paralysis, which applied to a major muscle such as the heart can prove to be fatal. Otherwise it can leave the victim subject to the loss of movement, speech and even feeling.

Other

Bailey is legally blind in his right eye due to a fire cracker incident when he was six. He has some vision without his glasses but mostly just vague shapes and some color. His left eye has near perfect vision but his depth perception is shot which leaves him to bumping into things or dropping objects he simply meant to put down.

[User]
Location: Cafeteria -> Bedrooms

With all the talk about powers and the mention of heroes, Eliza couldn't help but think maliciously. Like Sienna said, everyone here had a different backstory that potentially led them here. But what if that backstory would lead them to become a "villain"? It wasn't out of the question, if she had the power of invincibility or to stop time, it would prove easy to rob banks or hurt people without them knowing. Eliza didn't share these thoughts with the others, especially with the men in biohazard suits around. But at the same time, no one can stay ignorant to that possibility.

For now. it would be best to observe how everyone else turns out throughout their stay here. Though Eliza doubts she would use her "power" for bad, the thought of being an "all mighty, all good" superhero didn't fit her image. But being a murderous depraved criminal definitely doesn't resonate with her either. The only question that remained for everyone else to answer was, what were they planning to do after leaving this place?

But before she could even speak, the woman from earlier spoke through the intercom informing them of tomorrow's plan. Eliza couldn't help but feel bitter at the mention of a call. She didn't really have anyone she would willingly call and inform them of her situation here. Except maybe Elaina, there was always the chance her sister could pull some strings and get her out of this coop. But at the same time, they didn't have the best relationship.

Some proceeded to get up and head to the bedrooms, which was an indication for Eliza to push away this problem for tomorrow's worries. After saying goodbye to those remaining she heads down to her bedroom and opens the door. The bedroom to her looked like a 4 star hotel - at most. Which was a major downgrade to what she was used to, but she would have to make ends with what was provided.

In the end, exhaustion had already hit, she was far too tired to deal with a downgrade and the fact that there would be no one to even care if she was stuck here. With mother out of the picture for years now and father gone, there was really no one she could trust. And being in a facility surrounded by nothing but strangers with the potential of powers? It was a far worse nightmare than when she lost her dream to Elaina. Laying in bed, the thoughts in her head began to blur as she fell fast asleep.

[Assistant]
Marcus Bradley
Location: Cafeteria // Personal Room

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As soon as the voice over the intercom suggested heading to bed, Marcus was on his feet. He freely admitted he was a bit tired so there wasn't much inward debate against what he should do. Standing up from his tray, he made eye contact with someone in a bio-hazard suit and they nodded at him-- an unspoken conversation-- so he left his tray on the table. As he began walking from the cafeteria, Marcus eyed the others briefly with a look over his shoulder. Ah-- he was the first one out, it seemed-- and looking down the hall ahead of him confirmed this. It made him briefly wonder if he would be the first to move when told to do so all the time. With a light shrug, Marcus walked down the hallway, back to where he remembered his name was on the wall.

When he entered the room, he let out a deep sigh, then locked as many locks on the door as he could. Thing was, Marcus never felt safe while alone unless he had a rifle or a baseball bat within reach. With this on his mind, he could already foresee the difficulty sleeping to come. The lady on the intercom had already laid out a wake up schedule so, he figured the rest of the time they would probably be on a schedule, which was reasonable enough for him-- this meant he could figure out how to tire himself properly before bedtime. Right now? He hadn't plowed enough, pitched enough hay, chased enough goats, or rode the tractor nearly enough to be properly tired. Then there was the fact that the room was so... processed. Pressed and scented, straightened out and brand new, all words to describe the general feel of the room and, the more Marcus looked around at the "warm welcome", the more he felt uncomfortable.

Houses and rooms didn't look or smell like this, hotels did, and in hotels you planned on leaving too soon to break everything in. Maybe that was the point of all this fanciness? It wasn't meant to welcome and keep you but, it was simply meant to welcome you to stay for a while. Shaking his head, Marcus took his shoes off at the door, then walked further into the room feeling somewhat anxious. Everything was so clean and neat that Marcus knew he'd never be able to relax in here, not truly. Even when he sat on the bed he didn't feel as if he could get comfortable. Yep. That was it. Marcus knew very well in this moment-- as if he didn't already know-- that he didn't belong here. Rubbing his face with his calloused hands, Marcus found himself wishing very hard he were simply back home. Mentally, he began making vows and promises to himself-- he was going to do anything it took to get out of this place as soon as possible.

This was not his home, they were not his friends, and he did not belong here.

Over and over the phrase repeated in his mind as he tossed and turned on the bed. Hours passed because he felt them pass. Eventually, Marcus found himself out of bed, walking around the room anxiously, trying his hardest to silence the worries writhing about in his mind-- the theories and foolishness-- but nothing seemed to help. All night he paced about, sat down, tried to sleep, rolled around, got back up-- a cycle of sleepless anxiety that didn't give hint it was going to release him. Well. At least he would have a phone call home in the morning.

The morning.
That was going to be here in less than five hours, he figured.

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Rachel Jones

Rachel's fork rattled on the plate signaling the completion of the meal. Suddenly, a voice projected through an intercom speaker breaking up the talk of superpowers and suspicions. She felt her already huge eyes widen as the voice went on, it really was 11 o'clock? It couldn't be. But as if on cue, Rachel felt her muscles begin to ache and her eyes begin to droop. Before the voice had finished talking, she found herself attempting to stifle a yawn. Slowly people began filing out of the cafeteria, though Rachel took her time. Though her body ached for rest, her mind wasn't quite onboard. She began looking around at all of the suited men. Suspicion and worry began clouding her thoughts and tugging her stomach into knots. Rachel quickly pushed herself up from the table suddenly feeling very alone and uneasy. Not meeting the eyes of any of the people in suits Rachel made her way out and to the hallway.

Scanning shiny plaques, Rachel's stomach fluttered with nerves and fear. The reality that she had no idea what would happen to her here was setting in and making her panic. Finally her eyes fell on her name above the number 20. Rachel's hand paused at the doorknob. What if this was a trap? What would she be walking into behind this door? Rachel looked around her at the seemingly empty hallway. The other's had room down here too right? She hadn't heard any screams or cries for help from any of them, so maybe it was safe for now. She twisted open the heavy metal knob.

Behind the door, Rachel was greeted by what looked to be a normal hotel room. It was definitely nicer than her current home, though that wasn't too hard to beat. Cautiously she wandered around the room, trying to find any hint of danger with the realization that she was most likely being watched at this very moment. Deciding that it was safe enough Rachel laid on the fluffy and was immediately met with utter comfort. Her entire body seemed to exhale in relief. I'm being so ridiculous... Rachel spoke to herself to break the silence. This can't be real, this can't be happening...This isn't real.

Tomorrow, they were going to be allowed to call family members to tell them about what was going on. Or so the voice had said. But, who would Rachel call? She had no one. Feeling her eyes become heavier with each blink up at the white ceiling, Rachel slowly and methodically ducked under the covers to rendezvous with her dreams.

[Assistant]
Location
Cafeteria -- Room

Interacting with

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 Well, Bailey had never been to California. So there was no connection there at least. He'd almost venture the illness was a product of contamination, after all lake Michigan was a vortex of foulness that promptly killed any life that dared to attempt to grow there but Bailey wouldn't dare step foot in those waters. He had begun to pick lightly at his salad as he listened to the chatter. His mind pouring over all the obscure details, looking for some hidden clue when the intercom above buzzed to life.

He winced at the intrusion. There was something unpleasant about the way they distorted someone's voice, turning their tone to a more cold and distant figure. 'I guess that's all we're going to learn today.' Around him everyone had started getting up and heading to their rooms. A flicker of panic ran through him. Everyone seemed so obedient, were they blinding following into some sort of trap? He could feel a tendril of ice shiver down his spine. 'No.' He shook his head as he took up his own plate. It was too soon to panic. Too soon to fall into the paranoia and fear that came from sudden change.

He passed off his dishes to a nearby worker and trudged out into the hall. Bailey wanted to remain positive. That what lay ahead would bring him to new heights and possibly new goals. 'Yeah because ALL superheroes have a warm and fuzzy backstory.' his mind quipped as it held onto that tendril of hesitation. He flexed his hands once more before adjusting his glasses. Those were stories. Works of fiction and while this was beyond the realm of normal. It was still very much so reality.

Slowly the boy ambled up the hall, inspecting each door as he searched for his name and number. "Ah. Eleven, yes." there was a fracture of hesitation as he reached towards the door. Everything else was beyond lush, so would his room reflect that? Or would it be like a prison? 'Only one way to find out!'

Sucking in a deep breathe he swung open the door and stepped inside. "Damn..." he breathed. The room was bathed in soft light, the colors sharp and modern like the rest of the facility. Everything was tidy and put away. Shutting the door behind him with a soft click, Bailey stepped further in to get a better look. Yeah. This was surely no prison. His shoulders dropped as he let the tension run out from his body and let exhaustion take its place. Sleep, sleep is what he needed right now. Sliding off his shoes he made his way to the bed, only to pause to set his glasses on the nightstand. He climbed into the bed and relished the softness of the sheet and the warmth of the comforter. It didn't take long for Bailey to drift off, his body twitching as dreams rolled through and drowned out his new reality.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Coyote)

Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.

Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.

Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.

Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.

Color: A light, woody brown.

Emblem:

Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.

Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")

Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris

Music: Endlessly

[User]
Luke Schwarz -- Reunited

Hm?

"Oh, hey guys!" he replied jovially, raising a hand in greeting. "Doing good, just got my new bike. Rides like a dream." he answered, beaming with satisfaction.

"What are you guys up to in here? I figured I'd just browse." he asked, casually walking up to the pair. Had to wonder just what the heck all those bags on Jack's arms were...

Were those from the local arcade?

Oh, yeah. They are. Hell of a lot of prizes.

I never beat that claw game...

I swear, that thing is rigged.

Anyways...

[Assistant]
IC: Emerald

Speaking of the thief, Diamond had now returned, though she seemed rather distressed about something, as she was looking around the room frantically. Emmy watched her curiously for a few moments, staring at her with her wide eyes as her tail flicked around absently. She wasn't sure if she should say anything, as Diamond seemed to be pretty focused on her search. It was kind of fun just to watch her anyway.

After a while though she figured she should at least ask what she was looking for, maybe help her find it. "What's wrong Diamond? You lose something? Oh, and Oswald said he was going into town with Sapphire, maybe we should ask him if we can come along! Could be fun." She figured she might as well ask while she was at it, see if Diamond liked the idea or not.

[User]
Jack Orpheus | Vale - Armour Store

"Ahhh, I was just helping little Cian here get some new battle gear", he responded. Luke mentioned a new bike, he peeked out the side and behind Luke and did indeed see a bike. It looked pretty nice.

"Oh I didn't know you rode a bike, personally I never really needed anything like that, my semblance is usually all I need", he commented. Knowing first hand, he probably really didn't need a vehicle to get by to most places... In any case, he seemed pretty impressed with the bike.

"By the way, has anyone seen Mokuren? It's a day off and she's the only one of us that I haven't seen today", he mentioned.

[Assistant]
Oswald Connolly- Team MODE Dorm -> Airdocks

His shower finished, Oswald strode into the team's dorm room again, looking between Emerald and Diamond before shrugging. "Don't think I didn't hear that, kitty!" Feigning an angry look at the sheer audacity required to invite yourself along to someone else's plans, Oswald giggled and walked to his bed, making sure he wasn't leaving anything behind. "Could actually be a decent idea. Make it a....kinda....part of...our team...thing. Seriously, what the hell has Marcus been up to? It feels like he spends all his time with that damned tank. And that's coming from me."

Deciding to ignore his team leader's seemingly perpetual absence, Oswald pulled out a simple brown leather belt and slowly weaved it through his pants' belt loops. It wouldn't do to have his pants fall off, as unlikely as that was. "Well, I'm gonna get on my way to the airdocks, hope you lazy bums are about ready!"

[User]
Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks

Shiro stood amongst the crowd of students awaiting a bird to take them to the city proper. As he waited, Scoot excitedly ran around him in circles. Curiously sniffing and looking at each student but never ventured too far from Shiro's side. Bandaged hands stuffed into his pockets, Shiro sighed. He was bored. Remembering that in some uncontrollable fit that he had shattered his brand-new Scroll caused him to groan and shake his head. Palming his forehead, he severely regretted having done so. Questioning what could have possibly caused him to do such a stupid thing in the first place or why the thought even crossed his mind. If he had his Scroll, he could easily just plaster his face to its glowing screen to play a mobile game, surf the Internet, listen to music or something other than just standing around waiting in a line. He hated waiting for anything, being terribly impatient.

Ears and tail perking, a new idea struck him. Distracting him from his self-loathing.
"That's what I can do while I'm out! I can get a cheap little music player and some earphones!"
Checking his pockets for his wallet, he opened it to see exactly how much Lien he had. The disheartening reality of it was, he didn't have much.
"Aww, man. I don't think I even have enough for one. Much less be able to put some songs onto it. And custom Faunus-fitted earbuds can get pricey..."

Sighing again, he closed his wallet and pocketed it. Maybe he could ask to borrow some money from Abel or Gren, surely they wouldn't mind as long as he paid them back. Speaking of Gren, maybe it would more prudent to just have his comrade make him a makeshift Scroll or media device. Hell, the two of them could probably work on it together. As Shiro pondered on his financial situation, Scoot's excitement came to a head as the adorable little rodent relegated himself to just sprinting around Shiro in a fervor. Telepathically exclaiming "Fun! Fun!" repeatedly, granting Shiro some odd looks and whispers. Scratching the back of his head, Shiro nervously chuckled.

"H-he's my friend. Don't mind him."
Shiro tried his best to shoot a glare at the ferret. As if to tell the creature to tone it down. It wasn't Shiro's intention to stick out like a sore thumb today, he merely wanted peace. The ferret replied with a momentary pause and head tilt before resuming his activities. Causing Shiro to sigh once again and shake his head.

[Assistant]
Robert Fallson - Beacon

Robert waved goodbye to the helpful school janitor as he walked down the hallway to continue his janitorial duties. The man had used his keys to open Robert's, now unlocked, dorm and allow him to finally change into real clothes and grab his wallet, Scroll, etc. "Ah, feels good to be able blend in with the normal people, again. Now that that fiasco has been taken care of, what to do next?" he said to himself out loud. Looking down at his Scroll to check the time, Robert expression brightened as he said, "Plenty of time to head toward the city and do... whatever other teenagers do. What do kids my age do anyway?"

When Robert finally reached his destination at the docks, he was still lost in thought, obviously counting something on his fingers. "... There's video games but I don't own any system to play them on. I've never been good at sports. Ooh comic books! Or are those only for nerdy teenagers. Ah whatever, it's still a thing some teenagers do," he said as he added another finger to the count on his hand. "Okay, how 'bout-" Robert's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the repetition of a single word in his head: "Fun!" "What is that? It's like... it's playing in my head, but it's not my actually my thought. This is kinda weird, but cool at the same time. Where's it coming from?" Robert looked from student, trying to see if any of them gave a hint to whether they were the culprit for the voice inside his head. Even the oftentimes oblivious Robert could see that everyone was looking at Shiro and Scoot and that it was most likely because one of the two were the culprits.

"Hey there. I'm Robert," he introduced himself to the pair, hand held forward for a handshake. "Wait a minute, tiger-faunus, hyperactive ferret. You're Shiro right?! Abel's teammate!" Robert shouted, finally realizing the identity of the student in front of him. He then reached for the ferret that sat at the fellow student's feet. "And you must be Scoot," he said as he tried to scratch behind the small mammal's ears.

[User]
Krysthane grinned happily, it sounded like it was all going to work out. "Okay, I'll see if I can get my team and be there. Sounds like a date." She said and hurriedly made her way to her dorm to gather her teammates mentally rebuking herself. Did she actually just say "Sounds like a date?" To an actual person? For something that was happening in 10 minutes. Gawds that was stupid for a number of reasons. She came to the dorm just in time to see someone leave, looking inside she found that luckily her whole team was there.

 "Awesome, guess what we get to doooo?" Krysthane asked excitedly and then contiuned without waiting for an answer, "We get to go bowling with another team!" Upon closer inspection it appeared Sepia had somehow managed to impale herself upon a sewing needle. "How dear however did you do that." Krysthane said worriedly as she hurried over to help carefully attempting to extract the needle from Sepia's nose. "So are you all ready to go?" Krysthane asked looking at her team expectantly, "Cause if so we need to get a move on, we're expected to be airship dock in 10 minutes."

[Assistant]
"I can't find my wallet!" Diamond whined, diving under her bed to check there before checking under the sheets. Fortunately it was in the 'safe place' right under her pillow. Plus one point for drunk me, knowing where to put important stuff. she thought for herself with a relieved smile as she sat on the bed and dug a picture from the accessory, looking at it for a second before clutching it over her chest and putting it back.

Stuffing the wallet into proper pocket in her coat, she looked up and shrugged. "Sure thing, nothing else to do with the evening anyhow. And come on, that monstrosity must take a lot of maintenance. and if it breaks down, we're all walking." she shrugged off Marcus' absence, disturbingly used to it by now.

[User]
IC: Emerald

Emerald leaped out of the bed, but seeing as she was still tangled up in sheets she tripped and crashed onto the floor all clumsy like. "I'll be ready in a minute I just need to change real quick!" She said hastily as she untangled herself from her sheets and got off the floor. She still hadn't managed to actually get out of her pajamas. She quickly went through her things to pick out an outfit for their venture into the town.

"Say Diamond...do you think if I asked nicely, Marcus would let me drive the tank?" She wondered curiously as she grabbed a green shirt along with a skirt. Since she was in a rush she didn't wait for an answer as she went into the bathroom and closed the door to get changed. She came out a minute later, playing with her hair. "I wonder if he needs a license to drive that thing..." She wondered.

"And hey! Don't call me a bum!" She said, pointing at Oswald accusingly. "Or I'll...tickle you!" It hadn't come out quite as threatening as she'd hoped.

[Assistant]
All the time that had past, Skyra was lying in her bed reading... well, except for a little gym session on the floor of the dorm which she was just about doing at the moment when Sepia complained about a needle in her nose. Or well... she would have noticed if she weren't showering right that moment. And when Krys entered the room, Skyra just exited the shower, more or less fully dressed in pretty sporty clothes.

"Bowling? And I don't have time to dress for a casual outing? Oh, come on!, Skyra moaned, her hair barely dry. "Can I at least have the time to not have to go out in gym clothes? Makes me look even more like a dude.", she laughed.

[User]
"I...left it on my bed." Sepia laughed nervously as the needle came loose from her palm and nose with Krysthane's assistance. "Thanks." Reaching over to an open drawer in the top of her dresser, her ears pricked up as she pulled out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab.

"More like a dude? You look very...feminine." She was about to say 'cute', but realized that it could come off as condescending, especially since Skyra was probably a year older than herself.

After carefully cleaning the wounds on her palm and the left of her nose, Sepia slid a small silver stud into the accidental 'piercing'.

"Almost." she replied to Krysthane's question. "I just need to change clothes first."


[System]
Age: 24
Ability: Sleep Inducement

[User]
Louis stood at the stoop for a time simply staring at the door the guy with the backpack had gone through. He slowly bent down and scooped up the note.

Isaac
 3115

 Why would he give him this? Sure, Louis probably had just saved his life, but to give him access to his home? Just because you do a good deed doesn't make you a good person. Does it?

 A stranger grazed past him as Louis was lost in time. "Excuse me, do you have the time?"
"Huh? Oh, 2:30." 2:30? Already? Louis wondered how long he had slept. His thoughts became distracted as he realized the warmth he felt on his thigh. He looked down to see blood staining his right pant leg. "Ah, shit." The screwdriver. That's what you get for helping people.

 Remembering what the guy, Isaac, from before had said, he punched in the door code and began the ascent to floor 6. He knocked on the door when he arrived and a flushed Isaac answered. "Yeah, uh, I do need this patched up."

[Assistant]
Wiping his mouth with a towel, "Yeah man, c'mon in."
Isaac led the stranger in and directed him to the couch while he grabbed a fishing gear box from his bathroom. "I'm Isaac by the way." He began as he placed the fishing gear box on the small coffee table, and opened it to reveal a plethora small medical utensils. Gauze, numerous bandages and wraps, scalpels and needles, disinfectants, and medications like no other.
"Sorry, this looks bad, but this happens when you study the human body, and your main source of income was being a thief."
Isaac rolled up his sleeves, "So, it looks like your shoulder and your leg need a quick clean and roll-up. So roll up your sleeve, and we'll start there."
As Isaac grabbed the disinfectant and some gauze, "So, what's your name?"

[User] Louis squinted as Isaac went to work on his wounds. "Uh, Louis, but most people just call me Lou." Louis shifted nervously on the couch. "Uh, sorry if I make your couch dirty, it's been a long day and a half."

[Assistant]
Isaac chuckled, "Don't worry about it, that couch has seen a lot worse."
He tightened the bandage, Isaac's eyes shakily looking over his work, "Alright Lou, your leg looks banged up, so let's get started on that. If you want, you can handle that in the bathroom if you're comfortable with that."
Isaac got up momentarily, "You can also use the shower and freshen up, but give me a second, my eyes are screwing up on me."
The fractals in Isaac's eyes reappearing, attempting to control his breathing, hoping to subdue the stomach turning feeling.

[User]
Louis found his way to the bathroom and slid off his old jeans. As he did, he felt the screwdriver pull from his flesh. He winced, let out a curse, and began applying pressure to the flowing wound. "Holy Christ, Lou, you really did it this time." Louis began snooping around, since he was going to be sitting here for a second stopping the blood flow. There wasn't too much information he could gather here, but could tell by the medicine cabinet that this guy was either the worst pill popper in history, or had a severe case of chronic migraines. He borrowed a few of the pain pills, then swiped a few more for later.

 Eventually most of the bleeding subsided and Louis cleaned and wrapped the wound. He walked back into the living area where he found Isaac holding his head in his hands. "Hey, listen man. I appreciate the invitation for the shower, but it wouldn't do me a lot of good. Same clothes to wear and all. But, hey, if my being here is going to bother that headache, I can let myself out." Louis started towards the door.

[Assistant]
"Nonsense," Isaac clicked his tongue, "Listen, you look like you've been roughed up a bit more than myself. If you have other places, I won't stop you," he continued rubbing his eyes, "But you're more than welcome to stay for as long as you want. The apartment is usually empty, but hey, I have enough food and pills, if that's your thing."
Isaac shrugged and walked into the kitchen, he grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, then went to the window. Peaking down towards the street as police cars glided by. He closed the blinds and turned a lamp on, plopping down on the couch with his head in hands.
"I dunno about you and your story, but your hands and shoulder say plenty. Sorta." He placed the ice cold beer against his forehead.

[User]
Louis chuckled. "Don't get the wrong impression. These were accidents. And hell, the screwdriver to the leg was because of you!"

 Louis lightly looked over the layout of the space. If this guy was after something, he'd have already done so. "No, actually, my house burned down last night. Well, I say my house, it foreclosed while I was in recovery after an accident. So really, I don't have any place." Hey, whoa, why are we spilling our guts to this guy? We don't know him. "I don't have any money, so I can't repay any of the hospitality you're offering." Stop talking. Louis clapped his hands together awkwardly, trying to buy time to find the next thing to ramble out. When his hands came together, however, a shock wave released and knocked over some of Isaac's things, and Louis himself.

[Assistant] The shock wave pushed against Isaac and lost his footing, slipping and slamming against the wall. The coffee table and medical supplies strewn across the floor. The books and tv skewed, and a gentle cloud of smoke hovering around the room. Wide-eyed and coughing, "What the shit was that man?" Isaac lifted himself up and lifted an arm towards Louis, "You ok?"

[User]
The door seemed to give to the weight of Louis being thrown into it. Louis slammed into the floor and clacked his teeth together. "You ok?" Isaac called out to him, having also been a victim to whatever had just happened. Louis slowly pulled himself together and stood up.

 "Yeah... I'm fine... That's not the first time that's happened to me." Louis knew he probably sounded insane. "Uh, look, I'm gonna go. Thanks and sorry... Sorry about your shit." Louis fumbled with the door handle and ripped it open, ready to sprint out of Isaac's life and never look back. He went to take the first step and felt an odd sensation, something akin to headache.

 "Wait." Isaac called out. Louis wanted nothing more than to leave, but for some reason, the only thing his body wanted was to wait.

[Assistant]
"Wait." Isaac called out to the open door, and Louis stopped He actually stopped "What do you mean it's not the first time."
Isaac's vision began to vibrate ever-so-slightly, and a small fractal in the corner of Isaac's eye began to see part of the hallway, then faded to normal sight.
"I-" Isaac stuttered as he put the table back to it's upright position "I think we need to talk man."
He stopped and breathed in deep, "What happened at the boardwalk, I had a migraine and I was writhing in pain, and all of a sudden, I could see other places, but like, it's not me seeing it."
Isaac sat on the now lightly dusted couch, "And before you tackled me, everyone was frozen, but they-they weren't themselves. When I moved, so did they."

[User]
Louis strained against whatever was holding him in place, his vision blurred and head ached. It felt as if a massive pressure was resting at the forefront of his skull. The pressure receded as Isaac began talking. Louis found himself in possession of all of his functions again. "...When I moved, so did they." Isaac stopped and stared at him as Louis slowly turned around.

 "I wanted to leave, just now. Every fiber of my being was telling me to go down these stairs and never contact you again. But when you said wait, I waited. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn't will myself to go. I don't know about what went down on the street, but for me, crazy shit just keeps happening. First, two years ago, I was in a grocery store when it exploded. Killed everyone inside, except me. Bomb crews couldn't explain it. Said it looked like I was at ground zero, but the only thing wrong with me was blunt trauma from the building collapsing. When I got out of the hospital, I slept in my old home the first night, last night. I woke up, and it was on fire. No electricity, no gas, nothing. Just up in flames. And then, this morning, I tried to rub my hands together for warmth, and my palms practically exploded, like I was holding Black Cats or something. I'm not sure what's going on, but I think we're doing it."

[Assistant]
Ryan sat outside the school on one of the many stone benches underneath the large blue awning known as the "smoke tent" puffing on a long cigarette. The students from his class were also around him, along with the occasional instructor or janitor taking a break. Bruce was standing by the entrance talking to one of the directors of the school, talking very seriously about something. Ryan couldn't help but feel like a target, as if they were going to throw the blame for whatever just happened on him. Perhaps that was because he was unable to put the blame anywhere else either.

 He had done as Bruce asked, and jogged down the hall to MOTO-6, a class in his building that frequently had running motorcycles inside the classroom. The school had once had an issue with instructors and students passing out due to the carbon monoxide in the exhausts not being properly ventilated, and had to update the facility to include long hoses that clamped around motorcycle exhausts and channeled into a large overhead ventilation system, forcing the exhaust outside the school. The ventilation seemed to be working properly, and all the inhabitants of the MOTO-6 classroom seemed perfectly fine, and Ryan hadn't smelled anything in the classroom that could be related to exhaust. Nonetheless, the instructor in that class ordered all the bikes to be shut off and an evacuation of the class.

 Their class was joining Ryan's at the smoke tent now, as were the few other classes in Building A. The students from other classes were finding their friends from Ryan's class and checking on them, bringing them water or even fanning them as if to flush out any carbon monoxide poisoning with fresh air.

 Ryan turned his attention back to Bruce and the director, who was now gazing around at each of the students with a horrified expression. Ryan imagined the last thing this guy wanted was another story about carbon monoxide in the school affecting students. The director nodded to Bruce, who started making his way to the smoke tent.

 Much to his surprise, Bruce came and sat down next to Ryan, who put out his cigarette in the stone ashtray on his left.

 "So what's gonna happen now?" Ryan asked.

 "Well," Bruce started, "If there's an exhaust leak in the building, we can't chance anyone getting poisoned. We'll wait for the board's official decision, but I don't think they're gonna chance it. The school may be temporarily closed until we can have the ventilation systems inspected, and if need be, updated."

 Ryan frowned, he gave up everything to relocate and come to this school. He never had much, but everything you have is everything you have. Update the system? That could take months! What am I supposed to do while until then?

 "How long will that take?" Ryan asked, unable to hide the panic in his voice.

 Bruce looked back at Ryan, their eyes locking. Somehow his expression and tone reassured Ryan. "You'll be fine, son." He said, interlocking his fingers, "You're grades are solid, and your lab work is spot on. I'm not sure how long this will take, but look at it as a break. You've been busting ass and it shows, in your grades, and in all your instructors notes."

 Bruce's eyes narrowed, and he put a hand on Ryan's shoulder, "You sure you feel alright?" He asked, "You're looking a little bit like the rest of us now..."

 Ryan suddenly realized he was tired again, like he felt on most days. Only moments before though, he was surging with energy, like he could've run for miles. Now he was crashing again, and the thought of bed was the most blissful thing he could imagine. What the hell is going on?

 "Ryan?"

 The instructors voice shook Ryan out of his sleepy trance. Back to zoning out it seems.

 "Yeah, I'm fine," He replied, "Just been a long day."

 "Well I'm gonna go check on your classmates," Bruce declared, standing up, "seems like they're all coming around now."

 Ryan snapped his head around to see the other students. He hadn't even noticed how loud it was becoming around him. Conversations were flooding the air, and even pockets of laughter. Life seemed to suddenly appear out of what was moments before a horde of the undead.

 "Fresh air," Bruce proclaimed, "works wonders."

 The instructor smiled and walked away to check on the other students.

 "Yeah," Ryan muttered to himself, "Wonders."


[System]
Notable Parents: None that she knew of, she's a orphan so she doesn't know her parents.
Age: 21

Sex: Female

Hair Color: Red

Eye color: Bright Blue

Appearance: (Picture preferred, Description is accepted, both are best!)

Stands 6'8 and is quite muscular and thick boned and a solid body, has tanned skin with a large scar going from cheek bone to cheek bone and crossing the bridge of her nose just below the eyes. Wears black fingerless armored knuckled gloves, as well as a chain necklace with a silver pendant with design of the summoning creature Valefor.

Weapon: Sword, fists, feet... Actually most of her body.

Fighting Style: Alex is highly skilled in swordsmanship, to the point where she can dual wield, but her impressive strength goes nicely with one sword so she can land harder hits. She's also skilled in hand to hand combat, her fists and kicks making powerful blows that could knock a Ronso on his tail.

Limit Break: Damocles Photon Slash Barrage- User dashed toward the enemy, weapon glowing with energy and slashing upwards. Knocking the enemy in the air, the user jumps after and repeatedly slashes the enemy before stabbing the enemy and swinging the enemy over the User's head and throwing it back to the ground. User then makes multiple slashes, creating energy protectjiles toward the opponent before slamming downward to slam the enemy from above.

Any Armor: Has minor chest plates and shoulder pads and some protection to the hips and armored knuckled gloves.

Skills:
-Impressive physical strength
-Great swordsmanship

Shortcomings:
-High Temper. Loses focus and thought when angered.
-Emotionally Unstable.
-Highly weak against magic attacks.
-Lacks self-esteem and is often a bit overly paranoid, worrying over things that come to mind be it true or untrue.
-Can be manipulated and/or tricked pretty easily.

Occupation: Defender Blitzball Star/Currently Guardian to Eva.

Biography: There isn't much to say really. Alex was found at the doorsteps of the Besaid Orphanage when just a infant. No one knew her name or where she came from, but she was named Alexandra after a legendary summon. Though she mostly called herself Alex, finding the shorter version more pleasing to hear at least coming from others. She was always a rambunctious child, always outgoing and ready to take on any challenge. Having a temper and a blunt personality, she didn't have a lot of friends. Being the only child in the orphanage, she was always alone. During summers, she met with Gippal and Urick but that was only when they visited. Naisha was another child she played with until the girl got sickly for some time. So, in the end, Alex was a lot of times alone. Disliked by temple priests who would mutter about her. However, she loved hearing the stories of the heroes who stopped Sin. In fact, one day Yuna and Tidus came to visit the orphanage. The blonde man had shown her kindness and shared stories of his adventures, especially as a Blitzball Player. That was the day when she dreamed of becoming the best Blitzball player.

Of course, that was always difficult for anyone. So she practiced everyday to be just like Tidus. Practicing with a wooden sword and a ball. In her teen years, she had a lot of competition to get in the home team. Years in fact of trying in the try outs until she was finally accepted. Now she has become a star player, known for her aggressive tackles play on the field by defending her team.

Personality: Alex is a hot tempered woman with a sharp tongue. She is brutally honest and speaks her mind without truly thinking it through. She at times can be immature and is easily side tracked when pushed to aggression. Often careless and reckless, she finds herself in bad situations a lot times that usually end up in a brawl. Despite her aggressive nature, she has a kind heart and believes in doing the right thing, of course what she thinks is right. She has a soft heart for women and children, mostly. Usually she is able to speak her mind clearly, but when she feels flustered or embarrassed, she tends to stutter, have a mental panic attack, before avoiding the situation awkwardly. She also tends to have a very overprotective nature when she does care for someone. Be it friendship or love interest. She's brave and loyal, and despite her gruff hot tempered nature and being difficult to socialize with, she's a bit talkative and in reality is pretty lonely. Though she'd never admit it. She gets irritated when someone brings up how she has no parents, being slightly jealous others have a family while she lives without one. She has great confidence in her abilities as a warrior and a Blitzball player but finds herself being modest when she is praised a lot, unused to it. Usually has difficulties talking about herself.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there? Living there.

[User]
Eva wrapped her arms around Urick's as she helped him out. Eva had watched Gippal as he wholly paid attention to Naisha, She frowned a bit at the site. He really did care for her more than he had let on. Shaking her head, come on Eva, they were childhood friends... you only known Gippal for two years.

They walked out of the room after Alex stormed out. She noticed she didn't like Gippal touching Naisha that much either...did she have a crush on him as well? She didn't think much of it as they were outside now and Saina was recommending getting supplies and heading out, today it seemed. She didn't know if they should...there was all those people still hurt. She had to stay and help.

But before she would say anything The Warrior monk introduced himself and offered his services to her. Wow, already she had 3 and a half guardians. Sifen didn't really offer to be a Guardian just to pay off a debt to them. She looked at Maximus with her red eyes, he seemed older but yet at the same time it was hard to place his age because of his fit body. Warrior monks were always awesome warriors, Even Auron, Lady Yuna's and Lord Braska's legendary Guardian was one. She had seen spheres of that man, and this man carried himself in the same was as Auron, though only having a smaller Katana. He looked experienced and she could definitely use that.

She nodded and said, "Thank you Maximus I would be Honored to have you come with us, I've always had High respects for Warrior Monks.

[Assistant]
Gippal looked to Alex as she muttered "Don't lie to her..." He opened his mouth but she growled that she was going to find Nai's Parents. Closing his mouth and eyes he shook his head for a moment. Looking back to Nai as he noticed Urick urging everyone else to leave.

He looked at Nai and into her red eyes from crying. She then started with don't leave me behind. Gippal closed his eyes for a second, guilt runing through him as they had a similar conversation like this 5 years before. She then mentioned him being a Guardian, he didn't tell her that how did she know? She then said she wanted to go with him, even if she couldn't become a Guardian and said she would go on her own from Luca to find Thane on her own.

Gippal shook his head, "NO..." But before he could finish his sentence the thief, Sifen started talking about airships and how he was on one. He thought the guy had left the room and started to get irritated that he was still there butting in his conversation with Nai. He then continued to sit down on the otherside of the bed and talk like they were friends. Gippal narrowed his eyes at the man. He then punched Nai in the arm after asking he didn't hit her too hard. Gippal was shocked at this mans obviousness. At which his wide eyes at seeing the punch turned to a narrow glare and his fist's tightened. "Dude, what's wrong with you?" He stood up and moved over to the man pulling him roughly up from the bed.

Sifen was slightly taller, and muscular from working on machines, but Gippal was just as muscular from 5 years of intense fighting/training. Too add to that he was pissed at this man, for being clumsy and falling on Nai, now punching her, even if it was lightly. They've already said she was in a weakened state and her body couldn't take normal blows like everyone else could. Perhaps it was because he almost lost her and now is being over protective. He didn't care. He shoved the man backwards and out of the door. " What are you thinking man!? She almost died a few minutes ago, you come in here, trying to steal the medical droid, which was being used to help her at the time, then you trip and fall right on top of her acting like it's no big deal, and then you punch her? I don't care who you are, you come near her again I will drop you."

He slammed the door and let out a few long breaths before walking back to Nai and sitting down next to her. Looking at the wall for a few moments collecting his thoughts he then said, "Nai, Thane is a really dangerous man. I don't want you going after him." He let out a sigh and looked over at her. "I spent the last two years running from him and not showing my face to anyone I cared about because I knew he would do this. He promised it actually. I didn't want you to get hurt. But obviously you did. Because of me."

He knew he just promised to stay by her and help her through this. But he was also a Guardian. All he wanted was to make sure Nai and Alex were safe. But he also knew his friends. They will probably head out on their own anyway after he left. And if they didn't Thane might come back and try to finish the job just to mess with him.

"But I made a promise to you that I wont leave you to deal with this on your own. I always Keep my promises even if it takes me a while. Ill talk to Eva, I'm sure she will let you come along." He looked her in the eyes. "No way i'm letting you travel alone."

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Urick looked to Saina as she mentioned of looking after her chocobo. His eyes glanced from Eva to Maximus quickly, and as if she read his thoughts she said that they should go gather supplies. He quickly gave a nod of Approval.

He was also worried on how to introduce Maximus to Eva, since he didn't like speaking and all. But the man who seemed a little spooked earlier seemed to take the idea into his own hands. Introducing himself and asking to join Eva...who agreed. He shook his head. She was too trusting, she always was. Though he did agree with her decision with Maximus he still didn't approve of Sifen.

Remembering Sifen he looked around and almost on cue he saw him back inside being thrown out of the room Gippal and Naisha were in. Gippal Yelling at him not to come back in, threatening to drop him. Urick groaned. Why Eva. Why.

He looked to Saina and started to move towards her, Eva in Tow. Hopefully the others will understand he wanted to go right then.

[User]
Alex sighed again, raising her gaze to look around. The stench of blood still hung in the air, stinging her nose. So much. It gave her a feeling of unfamiliar nostalgia. She swore she could still taste blood, yet when she moved her tongue there was no sign of the rustic liquid in a physical sense. It made her wonder if this event was hitting her harder than even she realized. Was she going mental? Smelling a waterfall of blood and tasting it? That's just silly, even with this tragedy. Her skin felt itchy, almost like she wanted to rip it off.

Lady Yuna watched the tall woman seem to glance around a bit, expression confused before gently reaching and patting her cheek. Touching the vivid scar along her cheekbone.

"Are you going to go with Gippal and Urick? They seem to have found themselves a summoner. It's been your dream to be a Guardian since you were little." Lady Yuna said with a soft smile, distracting Alex from her thoughts to cough and stutter out words before huffing.

"Well yeah but it isn't up to me if I can go or not. It's the summoner who decides who their Guardians are. Just asking for it takes away the honor and lessens the believability of the trust the Summoner has."

"That hasn't stopped you before from breaking rules. Especially if those two were involved."

"T-This is different! Plus, their little group has a few Guardians I rather not be around otherwise I might punch them. Besides... My gut is telling me... I shouldn't go with them. I'm not sure why. Just... A bad feeling. There is a sense to protect, but something else is telling me to stay back. My gut is never wrong." Alex said softly before clenching her fists tightly. "But I will find Thane. And I'm going to beat his face in. With or without anyone's help. He's going to pay for what he did to everyone here. Nothing is going to stop me from that." she said with a growl.

Lady Yuna listened for a moment before chuckling a little in amusement. "You know, not every group gets along at first. Tidus had his own little disagreements with the others when he first joined us. But in the end, we all had the strongest bond more than any other. Besides, despite how you appear to be a prickly cactuar, you have the kindest heart. Even when you try to deny it. And knowing Naisha, she'll feel the same as you." she said, causing the red head to sign in defeat in knowing the summoner was right.

Looking back toward where she came from she sighed again. "Yeah.... But Cottonhead will probably take her with him because of that. I on the other hand probably won't be. Maybe I'll just kinda follow to make sure their okay. Not like I can go in the temples anyways." Alex muttered a bit before looking to the summoner.

"Lady Yuna, have you seen Nai's parents?" The tall woman asked.

Yuna nodded with a smile, reaching her hands and gently holding the taller woman's head between them, using a Cura spell. "Yes. They're okay. They're off helping the injured. And I hope you know you're not exactly the stealthy type." she answered causing Alex to nod and step away.

"Good, thank you Lady Yuna. I'm going to go pack for the journey then. And hey, I can be sneaky if I want to be.... It's just boring. See ya!" Alex said with a grin, briefly saluting before going off, moving through town.

Trying to count all she needed, she thought deeply before she was suddenly grabbed by the arm by a local woman of the village. "Alex! Could you help carrying supplies? These are too heavy for me and my husband. We need them over to the medical hut." she said.

Alex was about to explain she was busy but her blue eyes stared at the woman's desperate expression before looking toward said but. Swearing she could hear painful groans. In which case the red head cursed under her breathe before picking up the large crate beside the woman, about half the size of Alex before starting off toward the hut as she carried the crate on her own with relative ease.

"Geez, both of you are wimps! Since when did I become the package Chocobo?!" She shouted as if angry, but was now continuely helping people do heavy lifting and moving things around.


[System]
"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."
–KAIT ROKOWSKI

For someone so quiet, Genevieve has a surprisingly friendly air, as quick to give a smile to a stranger as she is to slide out of a conversation. Her appearance is free of pretense—she keeps her reddish blonde hair loose, can't remember the last time she wore makeup, and her thoughts are always written on her face. Her hands, however, are those of a worker—delicate looking, rougher than one might expect, but always gentle. She keeps to the prison uniform of grey clothing, which only helps fade her into the background, although she has been known to tie her hair back with brightly colored strips of cloth.

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Basic Information
N I C K N A M E
She's called Ginny by one of her siblings; no one else has ever given her a nickname.
B I R T H D A T E
May 8
G E N D E R
Female
A G E
17
S E X U A L I T Y
Five on the Kinsey Scale

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Imprisonment
C R I M E
Murder. However, Genevieve is silent as the grave when it comes to the exact circumstances of her imprisonment when she was thirteen, so of course, there are occasionally rumors ranging from her being framed for self defence to happily chucking the contents of an orphanage into the meat grinders.
Y E A R S S P E N T
4
P R I S O N E L E C T I V E
Helping in the kitchens, clinic, and hydroponics.
C E L L M A T E
To be chosen later (probably)

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Education & Skills
O C C U P A T I O N
Genevieve's father was a high-ranking Inquisitor, but she and her siblings worked as volunteers in hydroponics and medicine.
C L A S S E S
* Earth Skills
* Botany
* Biology
* Calculus
* History
* Language

S K I L L S
* Excellent memory - Genevieve has a surprisingly exact memory, especially when it comes to reading.
* Botany - Before Juvie, she was an active volunteer worker in the agricultural sector, and now that she has so much "free time", she's gone through book after book on plants no one's seen in hundreds of years.
* Medicine - Years ago, she planned to become a doctor like her grandmother. Nowadays, she just works as an assistant in the prison clinic.
* Cooking/Foraging - This one she just picked up around the prison kitchens thanks to a cook who took a liking to her and was just as interested in groundside things; she's not a five star chef, but she knows enough to keep herself alive.

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Mannerisms
L I K E S
* Peace and quiet
* Being productive, helping others
* Books, reading
* Green places, the smell of plants
* Respect
* Justice
* Sunshine, though she rarely sees it

D I S L I K E S
* Apathy, willful ignorance
* Being taken advantage of
* Bullies
* Liars
* Violence
* Darkness
* Herself

H A B I T S
* Biting her lips
* Tends to mouth words to herself when thinking
* Braiding her hair
* Sometimes taps her fingers as if playing the piano

H O B B I E S
* Reading
* Investigating her tiny array of plants as best she can—medicinal mixtures, herb tastes, etc
* Writing

F E A R S
* Blood
* Dying in space
* Helplessness

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Delving Deeper
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Genevieve fits the model of the classic bookworm. Too smart for her own good, interested in anything and everything she can get her hands on, and above all, quiet. Despite being one of the longest-term residents of the prison and friendly enough when encountered, she prefers to stay out of the way and out of any conflicts, which means she's won few friends, but also made no enemies. She can't lie to save her life, but she's also not interested in doing so, so although she's close with no one, many consider her trustworthy. Above all, though, she wants to help people—partly out of a desire to balance the sins of her past, but mostly because that's just the core of who she is. She has an extensive capacity to forgive, but watch out—once that line is crossed, there's a side to Genevieve that's very dark indeed.
H I S T O R Y
As the eldest daughter of a high-ranking Inquisitor, Genevieve wanted for nothing. With three bright younger siblings, a good education and a stable home, the best genetics her father could buy, it seemed like the perfect life on Port Hope, an idyllic, bustling hive of ingenuity.

But there was always something off about the Dawson household. The children were too quiet, perhaps; their mother's smile too brittle. Perhaps it was the mysterious middle child who died suddenly, cause of death listed only as 'blunt force trauma' with no investigation and no suspects ever called to the stand. Perhaps it was the odd dichotomy of half the children never leaving the apartments, while the other two took every chance to get away, both sides utterly refusing to change these habits.

There was certainly something off about the sudden death of Inquisitor Dawson himself. A sudden illness was the official cause, but there were whispers of poisoning—such an archaic way to go—and there was only ever one person found guilty during the covert investigation. Her mother cried when the verdict was given; Genevieve herself did not. She warranted two sentences in a side column of the daily news. And so she quietly went to juvenile prison until she could be executed at 18, where she quietly stayed, until she quietly disappeared in an escape ship that was never meant to escape.
T H E M E S O N G
Après Moi – Regina Spektor

i must go on standing
you can't break that which isn't yours
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be afraid of the cold
they'll inherit your blood
apres moi, le deluge
after me comes the flood

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E X T R A I N F O

[User]
Velvet heard the birds before she saw them and shortly after them the sound of a large creature that set off the primitive portion of her brain that controlled her fight or flight mode urging flight. She chose then to allow instinct to control a portion of her mind an refusing to abandon logic.

*Panic is the weapon of failure* she said in her thoughts as she tucked the pipe into the webbing on the back of her pack. Then she unfolded the crash axe twisting it in her grip to use the spike as her attack choice in deployment.

Once a armed by the formidable tool she headed upstream avoiding the potential predators that took Ian knowing it held the potential of a shallow crossing closer to it's headwaters an granting her a safer fording opportunity. Her movements were more in the open as she made her way silently north-northwest.

[Assistant]
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Rae moved through the ship's hull, making her way back to the pod she'd emerged from. At least, the one she thought she had. Probably. Or maybe it was this other one? No, that one for sure. It was an old class of ship, that was for sure. Aside from the part where it'd gone barreling into the planet's crust, and how the outside was black and scorched after burning through the atmosphere though, it was in astonishingly good condition.

Poking and prodding around the ship, Rae soon found one of the many weapons stashes hidden in a forgotten corner.

"Oooh," she cooed. "Hello, there." Her slender hands curled around a rifle. It was an older model, bolt action with a scope, black and clean. Rae brought the butt against her shoulder and lined up her eye to the sight. She hadn't used one of these since before her arrest. "Yup, I think we're gonna get along fine," she said to her new friend. Her mouth skewed though as she relaxed and looked down at it. Rae had used guns before, sure. But she'd never had to use one to survive.

She'd never been stranded on an alien planet before. Then again, not many had. At least, not many who went on to tell stories. For a brief moment Rae let the reality of the situation wash over her. Then she shoved it down.

A small bag was pushed into the corner where it'd been hidden, and Rae bent to inspect it. Inside were several boxes of ammo for the rifle, along with two packets of dried rations (who even knew how old those were), an empty water canteen, and… six unopened packs of dental floss? Rae's eyebrows furrowed together.

Who the hell had packed this bag?

Her confusion was interrupted when sounds of excitement breached the ship from outside. Rae immediately stood at attention, trying to make out what the commotion was about. Setting her jaw, she came to a decision and swung the strap of her bag over her shoulder. Her grip was familiar on the rifle as she moved back towards the door. She poked her head out.

People were starting to run. Rae scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. Then she noticed the rumbling. Eyes widening, Rae snapped her head around to see the shaking tree line.

"Shit."

In one quick motion, Rae pulled the rifle's sling across her chest and took off after her fellow inmates.

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Tobi Valade

"Defeat is a state of mind, no one is defeated until defeat is accepted as a reality." -Bruce Lee

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It was silent for a while as the group trudged North. There was so much to talk about but it seemed like no one was in the mood. Tobi figured that it was just sinking in for people that they were stranded on an unknown planet. How fucking crazy was that? On top of that they were the first humans to ever experience this world. They were literally the founders of a whole freaking planet. A bunch of juvenile delinquents were a part of something so huge but most didn't care. It was almost annoying to Tobi, they should enjoy moments like these. Finally Charlie spoke up, so Tobi moved so he was walking in stride with his friend.

"We're gonna have to figure out a way to get Athena on our side. She's to chaotic to leave alone. Eventually she'll convince some of the other crazies to join up with her and I don't know how well that'll go for us," he said, looking off into the distance.

Tobi pondered this briefly, and was just about to respond when something else grabbed everyone's attention. Valade watched a cloud of violet/blue birds swarm through the air. Tobi was in awe at first but then questioned why they were flying in such a hurry. Just as it clicked in his brain, a ear-piercing roar echoed through the valley they were in. In a heartbeat, everyone around him was sprinting. Adrenaline shot through Tobi's body, his muscles tensed and he went into high alert.

Violet's words kicked Tobi into motion. "We need to go," she said, and then looked at everyone else before she began shouting. "We all need to go! Everyone needs to run."

Valade knew he could easily outsprint the group so he focused on helping the slower kids. He noticed a particularly smaller girl who looked around 12 to 14 who was struggling to keep up with the group. The girl stumbled and was unable to regain here balance. Tobi made it there quick enough to scoop her up before she ate shit. Valade threw her over her shoulder like she was lightweight and continued to run with the group. It must have been an uncomfortable ride for the poor girl, shifting about on Tobi's not so soft shoulder. Oh well, it was better than being a snack for whatever the hell was on their asses.

[Assistant]
It was the work of moments to shove everything Genevieve had gathered into a pack she'd found, but even then, it was moments too long. When the birds had come and Ryker had scurried off to find his cousin in the mess, Ginny had taken shelter in the ship, along with a handful of other people. She'd gotten to work immediately, scouting the ship for useful supplies, but she hadn't ignored the chatter at the hatch. A few of the beasts had fluttered in, and she'd smiled to see them, but right on their heels was a roar that would star in her nightmares for weeks to come.

She should have figured nothing beautiful would happen without a price.

Screams rippled through the assembled teens as the ground rumbled, and Genevieve's face went white. She had an instant to decide—stay and hide, or run with the rest. Fight or flight; scatter or solidarity.

Ginny's choice was pretty obvious when she came tearing out of the ship a few heart-stopping seconds later, backpack bouncing on her back as she sprinted to catch up with the others—and hand fastened around the wrist of a crying twelve year old. Her lungs were burning as she dragged her charge in her wake, and oh, she wished she'd kept herself in better shape—there had just never seemed much point, locked up in a 10x10 cell and the only anticipated absence would be her execution date. A conversation she'd overheard years ago on the rare day at the track with the other inmates floated through her head.

You don't have to be the fastest, you just can't be the slowest.

She'd always hated gym class.


[System]
Séamus Ruaidhrí Whelan

"Don't just exist, live."
Nickname:
Ginger, but only for his close friends. Otherwise he may take it as an insult.

Age:
17

Birth Date:
17th May, 1998

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual, but leans towards men.

Martial Status:
In a relationship.

Sexually Active:
Yes.

Occupation:
Unemployed

In Depth Appearance:
Séamus has ginger curly hair, which he keeps short, but messy. His skin is pale due to where we's from, and he has blue eyes. Séamus is tall, being 6' 3", and still growing. He is slightly muscular, at 200lbs, with a six pack and some muscle on his arms.

Clothing Style:
Séamus likes to stay pale, as he burns easily, therefore, he will wear a long sleeved shirt, or a sweatshirt, or sometimes a hooide if it's cold. Usually, though, he goes for a green long sleeved shirt and jeans with black slip on trainers.

Likes:
Staying fit, Archer, Not being angry, WWE, being a patriotic Irishman, drinking.

Dislikes:
When people are racist towards him, when people hate on Ireland, when people think that his accent is American, not being allowed to drink, the sun.

Habits:
Talking in a strong Irish accent, cracking his knuckles, getting too angry too quickly, making Archer references.

Fears:
Getting arrested, dying, his friends abandoning him.

Personality:
Séamus is often talkative, although sometimes he will be quiet for a while, especially if he doesn't have anything to say about the topic. If he really likes something, Séamus may get heavily involved in something, like staying fit, or Archer. It can take a while to get to know Séamus, as he doesn't like sharing information about himself to strangers, but once you become friends, he will really open up. However, Séamus only has a few close friends, and there are things that he doesn't even let them know. Séamus has anger issues, and if you do things to make him angry, he will begin to shout and swear, and things will begin to escalate, and he often does things before he thinks about them, which has lead to him getting into fights more than once. Due to this, Séamus has made sure that he's in good shape in case he finds himself in a fight.

Place Of Origin:
Dublin, Ireland

Biography:
Séamus was born in Dublin in 1998, with multiple brothers and sisters. When he was growing up, his family began to notice that he had anger issues and tried to help him, with therapy and medication. This rarely helped, and they decided that it was futile. In Ireland, Séamus didn't have many friends, so he spent his time at the gym, trying to stay fit. When he was 14, his dad got a job in Miami, so the whole family - except for a couple of his siblings who were in university - moved. In Florida, he met his new group of friends, and also got into a relationship with John.

Extra:
Such a hard question! Could be Unbreakable: Kimmy Schmidt, could be Misfits (how coincidental), could be Archer.

[User]
Vanessa Lopez

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The Fourth of July - America's birthday and another day for family and friends to get together and have a great time while commencing in celebration with others on this national holiday. The stores around the area were hustling and bustling with people doing some last minute shopping for their parties or whatever they were doing tonight. Standing in line stood and curvy Latina, with a cart full of chips and dip, hamburger and hot dog buns, along with a few sodas. She finally made it to the cashier and smiled while paying him then exiting the store.

She placed the items on the backseat of her 2013 Tahoe, which was red in color then started driving back to her place. Vanessa was currently living in a beach house, which she obviously didn't mind since her and her friends would have more room to have fun and party tonight. She smiled at the thought of her friends - Well, the ones she invited to her Fourth of July party, something she did almost every single year or they would take turns hosting the party.

While pulling up at her residence, she grabbed the few bags and walked inside of her home, placing everything on the counter. With a soft breath over her parted lips, she realized that she didn't have any ice for the sodas. "Oh, shit." She cursed underneath her breath then pulled out her cell phone with a slight smirk. She knew the one person she could get to go and get her some ice.

To: Dominic
Hey! Because you love me, mind stopping at the nearest convenience store and grabbing a few bags of ice. :)

She sat her phone down onto the counter then started setting up for the party, she placed the chips in a bowl while sitting the dip in the middle of them. Vanessa had already grilled the hamburgers and hot dogs earlier so she just them sat them down on a tray with them already placed on buns. She eyed everything and made sure it was perfect then looked around to see that she wasn't forgetting anything. She made a small checklist in her head and breathed when she finally realized that everything was good to go.

After she had everything set up, she went to her room and started to get ready for her party. She showered and brushed her teeth then got dressed in a small, knee length skirt that was blue in color. Vanessa placed a white blouse onto her body and a pair of blue heels upon her feet. She reviewed herself over in the mirror then walked over to her vanity and applied a small amount of makeup. Vanessa combed her hair then tied it up in a small bun. She stood up and walked back into the kitchen as she looked out her window, to see if anyone had made it yet.

Her eyes scanned over towards her phone, which she picked up and sent a group text out to her friends.

To: Everyone♥
I hope you guys are safe and finding the place okay. Cannot wait to see you all again!

Vanessa sat the phone down then slightly jumped at the sound of someone already popping fireworks. The sun was slowly setting now and the sky had a very nice glow of red orange. She grabbed the trays of food and sat them on a long table, which had an American flag tablecloth she had placed out back along her patio. Vanessa had also cut up a watermelon but decided to leave it in the fridge until later that night. She then walked back into her beach house and sat down on the couch, waiting for her friends to show up and Dominic to bring her some ice.

[Assistant]
~ Dominic Lambert
Coral Gables, Miami

Dominic snapped awake to the distant calling of his name. He checked the clock to see that he had napped for two hours, way more than needed. As his brain began absorbing the surroundings, his head quickly darted to the left, startled by the presence of a little girl. A girl he had the privilege of calling a sister. She held his smartphone up in full display.

"Your phone made a noise.", she said rather calmly as she placed the phone on Dominic's extended hand. "You should keep it with yourself at all times.", she advised before making her way out of his room and down the hall. Although he considered himself to be her guardian, he needed her more than she needed him. She always made sure that he didn't forget anything, gave health advice and hell even fashion advice. She was the most insightful ten year old girl ever. He unlocked the phone which immediately displayed the notification that caused the noise. It was a text, by Vanessa of all people. Once he began reading it, his heart almost skipped a beat or two. Any text by her which had the words "love" in it gave him a shiver down his spine, comparable to being left outside, butt naked, during winter. However, once he grasped the context behind the message, he let out a barely audible sigh of relief, and maybe a little disappointment...only to shift into a panicking state.

He was late. It was the Fourth of July party, and the poor bastard was late!

"Oh shit, shit, shit!", he mumbled to himself, aimlessly circling around his bedroom as he decided what course of action to take. He rushed himself to the bathroom, causing a commotion as the doors bashed. He couldn't control his feet, his hands, he had no control over any part of his body. Standing in front of the mirror, he turned the water on the bathroom sink and formed a cup with his hands, splashing and rubbing his face as a few drops of water made it into his t-shirt. It was his nap time t-shirt, so no big deal. He had no time to brush his teeth, so instead he just opted for a replacement; a mouth freshener. He opened his mouth wide and sprayed it until he could no longer feel his tongue, before skipping out the bathroom and back into his bedroom in a haphazard manner. Alerted by the noise, Natalie, his little sister, climbed the stairs up a second time to see what was happening. She caught him trying out a rainbow colored, v-neck t-shirt which he'd bought on discount. It took a while for Dom to notice she was standing on the doorstep.

"If you walked past someone on the street who was wearing this exact t-shirt, what would you do?", he asked, his sentence phrased to be his equivalent of 'how does this look on me'. She pondered for a little while before quipping.

"I'd give him directions to the nearest gay bar."

"Right.", he sighed before taking the t-shirt his sister so cleverly mocked off and throwing it on top of the bed sheets. Realizing he's practically hopeless, Natalie leaned on, rummaging through his wardrobe until her small hands held onto another t-shirt. It was colored gray, and had a black and white picture of what seemed to be an European neighborhood in the middle. He had never even tried it up until then. It just got lost in the pile of all the other clothes.

"Try this one.", she said.

Surely enough, the t-shirt fit him like a glove. It was also made by a pretty thin material, which was good since it was hot as hell outside. He looked at his sister as she put on a shit-eating grin, as if trying to say 'where would you be without me', before asking her to leave the room as it was time for him to change into his pants. Putting on his favorite pair of dark blue skinny jeans, he grabbed his phone, his wallet and his car keys and went downstairs. Their house was a rather large one, and beautifully decorated too. It wasn't the sort of house you'd be able to afford with a minimum wage. Whatever his old man did, it surely wasn't a janitor.

Before leaving her, he knelt before Natalie and handed her a couple of dollar bills while providing instructions.

"I've told our neighbors to keep an eye on you the minute they hear me leaving. Keep your phone with yourself at all times. I'll call to check up on you."

"Don't worry. I know the drill.", she responded, effectively maintaining her matter of fact attitude. "Besides, I've invited a couple of friends for a sleepover. They got permissions from their parents."

"Awesome. If you need snacks or anything, I've left some treats on the cupboard.", Dom pronounced excitedly, landing a quick peck on his sister's forehead and then prancing out of the backdoor. Normally, it would be a risky move for him to leave a 10 year old alone in a big house unsupervised, but they had a state of the art security system. Plus, he had everyone on the neighborhood alerted beforehand so that they could keep an eye out on her occasionally. She didn't worry about her doing anything - she was a cool-headed, reasonable human being, and probably the best child anyone can have. It's a shame she never got to meet her mother.

Boarding his Ford F 150, a car his Dad had picked himself, he started the engine and drove away, saluting some of his neighbors who were taking a stroll around the neighborhood. It was after a while that he got another text from Vanessa, but this time it was a group text. She was just being her cheery, caring, usual self. It were those qualities that made him so attracted to her, among other things. He shook his head and, consequently, he also drove his thoughts away. It was a long drive to her house, and Dom needed all of his brain cells to keep himself from hitting a lamp post. He stopped at a convenience store and got a bag of ice, all while making sure the cashier understood he was in a hurry, and then drifted away once again.

After an exhausting trip to her house, Dom parked the car in a driveway nearby. He got out, grabbed the bag of ice and then made sure to lock the car before heading to her lovely beach house. He expected at least one familiar face standing on the porch, but no one was there, which meant that he was the first to join the party. Excellent. Assuming that she had already seen him through her window, he positioned himself in front of her doorstep and rang the bell twice.

"Don't fuck this up.", he whispered to himself, the prospect of being alone with Vanessa, even for a brief time, making him sort of anxious.

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Séamus was dancing around his bedroom, singing along to some music, not dressed yet, when his brother, Patrick, walked in. "You look so stupid like that."

"You look so short like that," Séamus replied smugly, happy that he was the tallest in his family by at least four inches.

"Just shut up!"

"You're not my supervisor!"

"You're so annoying! I cannot wait until you move out!" Patrick shouted, leaving the room.

Séamus finished singing the song, and then looked at his watch.w He needed to start getting ready, so he went into his wardrobe and picked out his usual clothes. Whilst putting his shirt on, he saw how pale he was, and decided that he should probably try and get a tan, before realising that that was too much effort and he would probably end up getting a sun burn instead. Séamus walked to the garage, and saw the cases of beer that his dad had bough for him. It might be illegal to drink alcohol, but that wouldn't stop him. Whilst thinking about illegal things, Séamus remembered to message John.

To: John
Hey, sexy :) You bringing any weed? Or will we just get drunk?

Séamus began packing the alcohol into the boot of his 2005 Altima, and then drove off, going slowly to make sure that the police didn't stop him. He then messaged the group.

To: Everyone
Can't wait to get to Nessa's house! I've got beer, whiskey, among other drinks :D See you then!