<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">There had always been a part of Casey that had told her that she'd be the rational one if something ever were to happen. Even as a child watching the populace of Earth screaming in terror as robot soldiers flew in the sky, chasing the world's only hope of surviving, she would turn to the nearest person and tell them that she wouldn't scream. That she would be the one person who would have any sense to go and help the hero, or to help people who were being left behind. <br/><br/>But then again, those were just movies. This was real life.<br/><br/>Grabbing the nearest young man by the jacket and pulling it open to see if his shirt was stained, Casey evaded the golden locks of his hair- and his face entirely for that matter. Unbeknownst to her however,it wasn't he that she needed to be wary of. But before she noted the consciousness of one of the strange members of the group, there was a certain demand she didn't comprehend until her being started to pull towards him. She turned her head to look at the individual, her lips leading the way. Upon contact, the woman's eyes threw themselves open, starring at the features that were too close for her to discern. Watching as their lips moved together, she screamed through her teeth, pulling her head away, only to have it returned by the man's hand. Her palms pushed against him to pull her body away from the forceful nature, and although she pulled her body away, their lips were still intertwined. <br/><br/>It took the words of another member to unlock the connection and the auburn haired woman instantaneously pulled away once she was free too. She glared ferociously at the man and went to stand up, but as she did so the same stranger who she was helping took her hand. A startled yelp escaped her mouth and she jolted away, yanking her hand from his grip. Her eyes starred at the men, seeing each one gradually gaining their ability to talk and see and move. Shaken by their sudden actions, Casey backed up and over the couch, mind rushing to think of something to do.  <br/><br/>That was when she tuned into what they were actually saying. All she could think for that second was how she now knew which one was captain obvious. What did they expect her to do when they break into her house and then practically assault her? Give them flowers and throw them a giant tea party? Oh sure, let her just get the whistling tea pot and some scissors to cut some roses. Hell yeah she was scared. She was petrified, actually, and it didn't help that all five of them were bickering with one another like a couple of drug dealers. <br/><br/>Taking slow steps back as if they had the vision of a T-Rex, her brown eyes watched them like an owl, her entire head turning as she looked back and forth. She visibly jolted every time they referred to her or when they spoke to her directly. "Sorry?! You broke into my house and-" she as cut off by the stranger's explanation that was supposed to be some sort of defense. Hunters? Please, hunters wouldn't chase you unless they thought you were a deer or bear or something, and even then, they would know you weren't one as soon as they screamed when they were shot. But they could have been drunk. Gosh, drunk people were going to be the downfall of the world. <br/><br/>Casey found herself frowning with a crease in her dark brows as the group of men then started to get up, talking about how they were going to clean up the mess they had made. Casey wanted to tell them that they probably shouldn't be walking, or doing anything at all, if they were injured as badly as the man said they were. To tell them they should just sit so she can get help. But all that spewed out was a loud and demanding,"No!" She shook her head,"No! You are going to leave, that's what you're going to do!" They didn't hear a thing she said. The young woman watched as they magically summoned a mop and bucket that wasn't there before, stepping back further away from them. "No, stop! You all are leaving right now before I call the police!" Still nothing. The mopped and worked the stains out without a single word.</span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Rolling her eyes with an amplified groan, the college student turned around with hands and fingers bent to resemble clenching of someone's neck. She was calling the police. She should have done that first, she was so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, why didn't she call them first? She quickly hustled her way to the nearest phone. It was an extremely bright green dial phone that looked like it came from the early 1900's. Grandma and Grandpa never got rid of any of their old stuff and certainly refuse to get updated phones because they were worried about getting cancer from the new screens they had. Which was pathetically moronic, but it was a phone nonetheless. <br/><br/>Snatching the phone off of it's small stand on top of the phone base, her index finger fell into the three different holes and dragged each one to the metal notch until she was done dialing. But the long tone didn't make it past her eager skull until she started listening. "Dammit!" She slammed the phone back. Of course the phone line wasn't working. It was her grandparents after all. What did she expect? But wait- she still had her cell phone. Turning away from the house phone, Casey plunged her hand into her pocket, grabbing the slim phone and case and opening the screen with a click of a button and a few taps of the screen. The bars at the op of her phone indicated she had no service, with which rose another load groan, but she attempted anyway, dialing the authorities into the dial pad. Of course they were too far away from any sort of cell phone service. It was an old house. What did she expect? <br/><br/>As she shoved the phone back into her pocket, she noticed the group was conversing again, yet no longer about cleaning. Instead they were talking about how they got in? At least that's what the presumed. They acted like they were impressed with the door and windows of the place, which was ironic since they were old enough that a toddler could probably push it down because of rot or termite damage. She jumped again as they called to her. "No, we don't need to talk." She protested. "You all need to get out of my house, that's what you need to do!" Yet again, her demand fell on deaf ears. <br/><br/>Crossing her arms as the posse began to make themselves at home on the couch and chairs, Casey glared at them, wondering why on Earth they, complete stranger, needed to talk to her. Yet she was terrified as well. Because she could now be a part of a ransom situation, or become a sex slave for all she knew. She had no idea who these men were, she couldn't call the authorities, and now they wanted to "talk", whatever that means. What in the world is she going to do? <br/><br/>Apparently sit. <br/><br/>Starring at the group with the equivalent stare as that of an angered feline, it took Casey a good few moments before she slowly made her way to one of the chairs- furthest from the group- and sat down. Her hands still gripped her arm and she listened to their bickering yet again. Casey didn't usually bite her lips (though her cheek was a different story) but worry began to fill her as they fought and yelled at one another and she started to chew on them subconsciously. She didn't want to hit anyone at the moment, though that might change later, and she didn't care who these men were. She just wanted the gone and out of her house. But that clearly wasn't going to happen an time soon so it seemed. Because they all thought it was hunky dory because they apologized for "freaking her out" and allowing her to punch one of them at any time she pleased. But it was not okay, she was not okay, and they were not okay nor did they ever have the okay to be here. But that wasn't going to change now. Especially since they were trapped. <br/><br/>"You're telling me that you guys can't leave..." She quirked an eyebrow and raised one side of her lip," because there is a magical barrier around my house?" A sarcastic yet slightly nervous chuckle ran out her mouth. "And you expect me to believe that you're all some sort of magical demons," She waved her hands as if spreading pixie dust,"who just happened to come across my house?" Yeah, very convincing. Casey then stood up laughed anxiously ,"You know what-" she held her hands out to them as if to tell them they were fine. "Just go ahead and stay." She started to walk towards the door. "I'm just going to go get an ambulance." And some people with white jackets and little rubber rooms. As Casey made it past the living room she picked up her pace to head to the front door. Her car was right there. She can just hop in, drive off, call the police, and never come back again. Simple as that. She just hoped that they didn't chase her down.</span></span></span></td></tr></table>