Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox
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				Title: <strong>Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 03:13:39</strong>
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				Here's a place where you can all get warmed up with your characters, give them a kick on their tires and make sure they're to your liking/OK.&nbsp; Nothing here has to be considered canon unless it is moved onto the main thread, which will be up when we get a couple more approved character histories.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 15:58:08</strong>
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				"Hello darkness my old friend," Helen sang quietly and rather off key.&nbsp; "I've come to talk with you again," she said as she opened the door of her closet.&nbsp; It smelled of little girl's abandoned dreams; dusty dolls, the paper of old books that she didn't want to part with, a faint scent of plastic from pony figures that were slowly giving up their plastic bones to the air.&nbsp; The Poston's house was an older one, a real hodgepodge of semi-professional additions and renovations, done by men like her father.&nbsp; He did the same thing with cars, somehow making them work with parts that weren't quite original and cobbling broken ones together into a working gestalt.&nbsp; The closet was originally a very small bedroom, so she had enough space to walk in turn around without touching the walls.&nbsp; Someone had added two levels of shelves around the walls, and her dad had put in a closet rod on one side for hanging clothes.&nbsp; Helen shut the door.&nbsp; The light was already off in her room, and her blinds drawn, but light was still leaking through the not quite straight frame and the bottom of the door.<br><br>Helen pressed up onto her toes and undid a bow made from laces from an old pair of roller skate laces.&nbsp; Carefully she unrolled the blanket that she'd thumbtacked over the door.&nbsp; It crinkled as it unrolled.&nbsp; Helen had put overlapping layers of aluminum foil between two blankets, then inexpertly stitched them together.&nbsp; Bending at the waist without unlocking her legs, she guided the blanket all the way to the floor then smiled unseen.<br><br>It was completely black inside.&nbsp; A cave explorer would know the sensation from when they turned off their lights in the belly of the earth.&nbsp; It was utterly black and save for when she blinked and caused little purple green flashes of phosphenes, Helen was utterly blind.&nbsp; It was wonderful and she hugged herself in happiness.&nbsp; "I missed you," she said and sat down cross legged on the floor.&nbsp; "I wish I could keep you with me all the time."<br><br>And she did.&nbsp; Darkness had never held fear for her.&nbsp; Quite the opposite, it felt good.&nbsp; It was comfort and quiet and her own special place.&nbsp; When other babies and children clung to nightlights and leaving the door open a crack, Helen never did.&nbsp; Her absolute favorite time was when the moon as new and she could go outside, unbothered by it's glow.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was still light, yellow cloud reflection from streetlights and cars passing by, but it was as close to perfect as it could be.&nbsp; The only other better time was once when a new moon coincided with a blackout and heavy cloud cover.&nbsp; She'd spent hours in the backyard, wrapped in the blanket of night and utterly joyous.&nbsp; When everyone else clapped as power came back on, Helen got mad and went to her closet to sleep there the rest of the night.<br><br>Sometimes, of late, she felt that the darkness was almost a living thing, trying to reach out to her.&nbsp; Like wisps of it were flowing onto her skin, like fog only not cold and wet.&nbsp; Once she was even sure a tendril of it stroked along her shin.&nbsp; She'd caught her breath and held absolutely still.&nbsp; It had lasted only a few seconds, but Helen was sure it had been there.&nbsp; Of course she didn't tell anyone about it.&nbsp; They'd think she was capital C Crazy.&nbsp; Those who knew already thought she was peculiar for having her closet set up the way it was.&nbsp; Not that many knew.&nbsp; Certainly no one from school.&nbsp; That would be opening the door to be labeled a freak, and no teenaged girl wanted that.<br><br>"Are you there?" she asked softly.&nbsp; "I think you are.&nbsp; It's okay if you're scared.&nbsp; People don't understand you.&nbsp; They think you're bad, scary, but you're not."&nbsp; She was anthropomorphizing it, a term she'd learned last year in English; ascribing human qualities to inanimate objects.&nbsp; "You've always made me feel safe and happy.&nbsp; I wish you'd trust me more."&nbsp; Helen shifted and laid back.&nbsp; From practice her hand found an old Raggedy Anne doll and pulled it under her head for a pillow.&nbsp; She had no trouble stretching out completely.&nbsp; That was about the only advantage of being really short.&nbsp; You didn't get cramped for space, though your legs often hung from chairs and didn't reach the ground.&nbsp; "It's okay," she whispered to it.&nbsp; "Don't be afraid."&nbsp; Helen left her eyes open, not wanting the distraction of phantom colors to ruin the dark, and breathed slowly and evenly.&nbsp; <br><br>There!&nbsp; There it was, flowing across her bare toes and up her bare legs towards her shorts.&nbsp; She tensed and it retreated.&nbsp; "Sorry," she said.&nbsp; "Come back.&nbsp; Come on."&nbsp; And it did!&nbsp; The wisps of dark moved up her legs, across her thighs and settled about her tummy and just below her small breasts.&nbsp; It just sat there, like a cat, only not so annoying.&nbsp; Carefully Helen moved one hand and slid it down, into the dark fog.&nbsp; It accepted her hand and covered it. She could feel it.&nbsp; "Thank you," she whispered.<br><br>Helen's heart started to beat a little faster, as if she was climbing stairs.&nbsp; It was just excitement she told herself. <br><br>She rotated her hand so it was palm up and open, like she was waiting for a boy to put his hand in hers.&nbsp; "Please," she asked.&nbsp; "I won't grab you," she promised.&nbsp; "Please."<br><br>Now her heart was beating faster still and her breathing was getting faster.&nbsp; Helen felt like she'd been working out, but she was laying perfectly still.&nbsp; Finally she felt it.&nbsp; A tendril of elemental dark slithered into her palm, then wrapped around it.&nbsp; It was slender, no bigger around than a man's thumb, but it was much firmer than the wisps she felt on her lower body.&nbsp; She wasn't imagining it!&nbsp; This was really happening.&nbsp; It pulsed slightly, like a living thing though there was no heat or cold or texture she could discern.&nbsp; It wasn't slippery either, or rough.&nbsp; It just...was.<br><br>"Helen!" her mother called, voice muffled by distance and closed doors and the blanket.&nbsp; "Helen, come help me set the table!"&nbsp; It was just enough distraction, enough reminder of the light world, that the tendril shot from her palm and the dark fog vanished.&nbsp; Helen beat a fist upon the closet floor and was aware of sudden damp tracks flowing down the side of her head from each eye.&nbsp; "It's not fair," she said and sat up, cradling her legs to her so that her chin rested on her knees.&nbsp; "It's not fair.&nbsp; I hate it!"<br><br>Helen pushed the blanket up and opened the closet door, blinking at the relative brightness of the room.<br><br>"Helen!"<br><br>"Coming," she called out.<br><br>"Oh, there you are," her mother said when Helen entered the kitchen.&nbsp; "You look flushed.&nbsp; And why are you breathing hard?"<br><br>"I was, um, doing some yoga," Helen lied, realizing her mother was right.&nbsp; "It looks calm but it's really intense."<br><br>"Well, okay then," her mother said doubtfully.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mom?&nbsp; Can I have a snack before dinner?&nbsp; I'm really, really hungry.&nbsp; I mean really hungry."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 18:17:03</strong>
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				The house was theirs.<br><br>The way they had come by the money, savings, death benefits, life insurance, it almost made it sort of sad, but the house was theirs and due to how they had found it, it hadn't cost them as much as it likely should have done.<br><br>The place had been in a government auction and since these things are not well advertised or well known about, the entire house had gone for around a fifth of its likely market value. It and all the contents it had, now belonged to the Black family.<br><br>They had moved their stuff in and any of the previous owner's stuff they didn't want around had been lumped in the garage, or the storage area in the basement. With some small overflow to the home cinema.<br><br>The cinema. It had a big screen at one end, a very high resolution multimedia projector still in place, the speakers were built into the walls and ceiling, the whole place was sound baffled really well. Someone had come in and raided the electronics from the cupboard that held them however. Still all that was really needed was a computer to run video and an amp/receiver to run audio and the place would be up and running again. All the cabling was there. Isolde could handle that easily enough.<br><br>The room had twelve three seater leather sofa's facing the screen four rows of three, each row a little higher than the one in front. Everything that had been left in the house was of similar quality and it did beg the question who had lived here before the Black's had bought the place? Why had it been re-possessed? Government auction not bank auction? That was the only worrying thing. Possibly drug dealers or mobsters?<br><br>Still, it was theirs now.<br><br>Situated in a stand of affluent suburbs just to the north of Neptune the house itself was on a rise with the rear of the house overlooking a large pond, fields and woods. It was an impressive view. The Black's land extended down to encompass the pond and around to give them a good two acres or more of land, mostly behind the house, but with thirty meters each side of it. The houses either side had a similar arrangement so there was plenty of space between each one.<br><br>The driveway up to the house was fully tarmac, not the more usual gravel, which was nice, with spaces set out to park four cars on one side and a turning spot on the other. The large garage was still full of tools when they took possession which made Isi sad. Her dad would have loved that.<br><br>Which was the heart of the matter.<br><br>Dad was gone and wasn't coming back. If he wasn't this never would have happened. Dad was gone and they all missed him. It had been a while since he had died, but the wound was still fairly fresh. There was a certain darkness about the Black family still and likely would be for a little while.<br><br>Isi had taken a room in the basement. She had kept the king sized bed that had been there already, with its memory foam mattress and under-bed drawers, but had bought new sheets for it. The little leather three seater sofa had already been there and was similar to the ones in the cinema, only this one would pull out to form a decent sized bed should she have company.<br><br>Her computer desk was set up by one of the many cat6 sockets that were around the walls of almost all the rooms in the house. One of the first things Isi had insisted on doing was going out and buying three managed twenty four port network switches and a box of cable and ends. She had spent a few hours making patch cables and hooking everything up via the patch panels that were in the rack in the home cinema electronics cupboard. The router and modem for the internet were there as well, making it easier for Isi to solve potential issues.<br><br>The place was still in need of some re-decoration. Whoever had owned it before had somewhat gaudy taste and the wallpaper and some of the fixtures and fittings would, in time, wind up replaced. There was far too much mock opulence and the whole thing currently felt like trying too hard and was far from having a fit with the Blacks more English Country sensibilities.<br><br>The house was still giving up secrets every day. The family had yet to even look in the attic and they would find new and surprising things for a few weeks at least to come no doubt.<br><br>Still, they were away from Stockbridge.<br><br>Living with the Trents had been great to be fair, yet being expelled for telling a boy to stop stalking her had not. Of course in telling him to stop stalking her she had broken two of his fingers, but he had tried to grab her and she had reacted. As it turned out she had reacted a little harder than she meant to.<br><br>She didn't face criminal charges as the incident had been caught on camera and it was quite clear from the footage and from eyewitnesses that she had been under duress. However the school took a dim view of her reaction and kicked her out anyway.<br><br>Hunting for a house had followed and the move to Neptune and yanking their stuff out of storage soon after.<br><br>Now they were living in this unbelievable house and Isi had a new school to look forward to going to.<br><br>Her new room was mostly set up. Her room was... An odd mix.<br><br>She had girl stuff like stuffed animals, yet also there was a shelf above her computer desk with classic Generation one Transformers re-issues and even a few original un-boxed ones. She had a fully built original European issue of Redhorn the Terrible and a number of other smaller wind up reds, which was incredibly rare in North America as Zoids weren't officially released there at that time. She had an action man wearing barbie clothes holding a spatula holding hands with a Barbie doll wearing action man clothes holding an assault rifle. Someone had taken the time to re-cut the clothes, even adding fabric in the case of the action man, to make them fit right. She had posters on the walls, all in frames, all for films. <br><br>Reservoir Dogs, Unforgiven, The Breakfast Club, The Killer, Twelve Monkeys, Brazil, The Iron Giant, Metropolis (original Fritz Lang), Hellraiser, Evil Dead II, Alien, Fight Club and last but not least Monty Python's Life of Brian. Her computer desk was tidy, though the full size resin model of the Lament Configuration puzzle cube next to her mouse looked almost real. Yet sat the other side of it was a book of stickers of little cartoon kittens. The whole room was like this, a seemingly mismatched jumble of boy and girl stuff. There was a pile of clothes on the floor by the bed which looked like the extremely boyish type of outfit she would normally be seen wearing around school.<br><br>Isi was a puzzle wrapped up in an enigma, even to herself most of the time. She was a mess of conflicting voices in her head, strange impulses and differing opinions. Her mind a mystery to herself all too often.<br><br>She had to start at a new school soon. That was always fun. She had done that a few times before of course, it didn't hold any real trepidation for her, only, the whole incident with breaking a boy's fingers was fresh in her mind and she didn't think that it could possibly have escaped the notice of the principle of her new school. He had 'invited' her to meet him at his office when she registered and she wondered if it didn't have something to do with that incident. So there was that to look forward to.<br><br>Isi lay on her bed wearing only her underwear and tried to stop worrying long enough to concentrate on the book her tablet was dutifully showing to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 15:47:55</strong>
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				"I am so sore.&nbsp; And look at this rip!"<br><br>"Price you pay," Helen said as she took her friend Jennifer's hand and looked at the large area of torn open skin.&nbsp; It was part and parcel of working the bars and you either learned to deal with it or wore super padded grips but they hurt your routine.&nbsp; "You should paint it with the liquid bandage."<br><br>"Gross!&nbsp; And ow!&nbsp; That stuff stings and then it looks like you've sneezed on your hands and then let it dry," Jennifer said and took her hand back.&nbsp; <br><br>"Stop being a baby," their other friend, Madelyn, chimed in.&nbsp; "You're always complaining about something.&nbsp; 'Oh my God, I got my period this month!&nbsp; I must be getting fat!&nbsp; My mom won't let me drive the Lexus!&nbsp; My dad won't buy me a new iPhone!'&nbsp; Whine, whine, whine."<br><br>"I am not!&nbsp; Why are you being such a bitch?&nbsp; Oh, wait, I forgot.&nbsp; You don't know how not to be a bitch," Jennifer threw back.&nbsp; "And it wasn't a full period, just some spotting.&nbsp; I'm not getting fat."<br><br>"I still get mine," Helen admitted.<br><br>"What?&nbsp; No way!&nbsp; You're like, not fat fat.&nbsp; Just padded."&nbsp; Jennifer said. <br><br>"Like, every month?" Madelyn asked.<br><br>Helen nodded.&nbsp; "There's not a lot of blood or anything, but I cramp pretty hard and just end up trying to stuff my heating bad inside my tummy."<br><br>"That sucks," Jennifer said.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yeah," Madelyn agreed.&nbsp; "What did coach say?"<br><br>Helen shrugged.&nbsp; "Don't get blood on her beam."<br><br>"God, she's such a bitch," Madelyn threw out and all three girls laughed.&nbsp; In their world of near constant starvation, protein intensive diets, naturally small bodies and super low body fat, menstruation was a rarity.&nbsp; The body knew it wasn't big enough or had enough fat reserves to bear a child, so most of the gymnasts didn't even have periods.<br><br>Helen and two of her friends were walking back from gymnastics practice.&nbsp; Normally their moms picked them up and Helen walked home.&nbsp; They came from totally separate worlds, but were united in one mission today.&nbsp; Boy watching.<br><br>A couple of the guys from school did this jumping running dare type game.&nbsp; Helen had seen a little bit of it and told Madelyn and Jennifer about it.&nbsp; It sounded almost like gymnastics, and the boys who did it were hot, so the three of them decided to go check it out.&nbsp; <br><br>"There they are," Helen said as they came to an area of town that had been partially demolished.&nbsp; Some of it was bare foundation, some of it had basements that didn't have a roof over them any more, and there were lots of walls, low and high and in between.&nbsp; There was even part of a steel pipe structure that had been the base of some sort of tower once, like the world's most dangerous uneven bars.<br><br>"Oh my god, look at those pants!&nbsp; I just want to see them fall off his hips!"&nbsp; Jennifer started to point at James then stopped herself.<br><br>"He's cut.&nbsp; Like, wow, he's cut," Madelyn said, looking at the starkly defined muscles around James' abdomen and hips.<br><br>"Come on," Helen said.&nbsp; "We can sit on that wall."&nbsp; The three girls, still dressed in their leotards and tight boy short bottoms, drifted over to where the boys were talking and getting ready to do their thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 04:47:59</strong>
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				James took his shirt off, his pants hanging lazily low on his hips as he looked around the 'track'. It was a good place. Reasonably long. Not too dangerous. Too bad. He liked the more dangerous ones. That meant that he was going to have to push himself, and maybe even use his power a bit, to be able to make it out unscathed. Well, unscathed was such a demanding term. He would always end up scraped, bruised, and bleeding somewhere, no matter how good he was. His hands always got the brunt of the badness, but that was okay. He placed his shirt on a ledge, hanging there, and with an easy jump, his hands latched to a crossbar with a powerful grip. He clenched his jaw a bit, his biceps and back working, lifting his muscular muscular frame up until he was able to place his chin over the bar, and then back down again, all the way down, until his arms were straight, muscles taut, and his legs wrapped up beneath him. With a grunt, he pulled himself back up again, and repeated the move many, many times until his back and arms burned, and sweat dripped over his half-naked body. <br><br>He was tall for his age. And very developed too, according to his doctor and well, just about anybody he knew. His muscles were defined almost perfectly, his hands were already rough and calloused from the kind of fun that he had, and his face... well his face portrayed the eyes of a guy his age, but the rest told of someone a tad older. Overall, from a distance, he looked to be around 18 or 20, instead of 16. He looked around, seeing the other competitors arrive. He shook his head, falling almost face down onto the ground before quickly working as many pushups as he could stand. Once he was done, he didn't get back up just yet, sitting down on the dirty ground, breathing heavily, the sweat on his chest catching some of the gleam in the afternoon sunlight. He eventually pushed himself to his feet again, one his was able to, and walked over.<br><br>"Hey Mike. Jake. Frank," He walked over to the guys, his friends, and the ones that were here to give their friend some moral support. The other guy had arrived, some punk from the other side of town called Al. He didn't care what the rest of the name was. They had something resembling teams, although it was a loose definition of the word, and competed against each other on occasion. It was all good fun, unless you pinned two of the best together, namely James and Al. Then you had the equivalent. James just hoped it wouldn't turn nasty when he won.<br><br>For Al's sake, of course.<br><br>He looked over to see two girls walk in close, sitting nearby to watch the show. He smiled and waved to them, moving over to collect his shirt. well, an audience, a female audience no less, wasn't going to help things at all. But James, the teenager that he was, didn't think of that. And now, he wanted to win even more just to impress the two spectators. He flexed his powerful muscles, for their benefit of course, and put his shirt back on, as well as his gloves. His parents would be out tonight, since Mick was going to a sleepover, so he would have time to engage in his secret, and honestly, favorite, hobby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 14:35:18</strong>
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				"Oh my God, I want to be that shirt!" Jennifer exclaimed, eliciting giggles from Helen and Madelyn.&nbsp; "Do you think he'd at least let me have it?"<br><br>"Why would you want it?&nbsp; It's getting sweaty," Madelyn asked.&nbsp; "Like my brother's when he lifts weight in the basement."<br><br>"That's the point," Jennifer said.&nbsp; "Do you know how good sexy guys smell when they've worked out?&nbsp; It's not like normal guy funk, it smells good.&nbsp; I'd so never wash that shirt and sleep with it under my pillow.&nbsp; Or maybe wear it as a night dress."<br><br>"Maybe you should ask him for it?" Helen said, teasing her friend.&nbsp; "Look into his eyes, maybe give him a little wiggle of your butt.&nbsp; Guys dig girls in boy shorts, especially when they are on girls and tight like ours."<br><br>"No way," Jennifer said and flushed. <br><br>"Go on," Madelyn said and pushed Jennifer off the wall.&nbsp; "Go ask him."<br><br>"Cut it out," she said and vaulted back onto the wall like she was mounting the beam.&nbsp; "Why do you have to be such a bitch?&nbsp; Can't I just look at a hot guy?"<br><br>"Hot guys," Helen said.&nbsp; "There's a whole group of them."<br><br>"Yeah, but he's the hottest," Jennifer said and Madelyn chimed in with a nod.&nbsp; "The other guys look like boys next to him.&nbsp; And did you see how many pull-ups he did?"<br><br>"He's strong," Helen agreed.&nbsp; "Especially in his upper body.&nbsp; Too bad he's not short.&nbsp; He'd be great on rings or the horse.&nbsp; But as tall as he is, his moment and center are all messed up."<br><br>"Well I'm glad he's not short," Madelyn said.&nbsp; "I like to feel little when I'm with a guy, not like he's a munchkin like the guys on the team.&nbsp; What do you think we'd look like next to him?"<br><br>"His baby sisters," Helen answered.<br><br>"Girl, what I want to do with him his sister better not even think about," Jennifer said and bit her bottom lip.<br><br>"Go get a picture with him," Madelyn said.&nbsp; <br><br>"No way!"<br><br>"You should," Helen concurred.&nbsp; "Give me your phone and I'll take it."<br><br>"Do it!" Madelyn urged.&nbsp; "Come on.&nbsp; I'll get one too."&nbsp; She pulled out her phone and handed it to Helen, then pried Jennifer's out of her not too protesting grip.<br><br>Before they could lose their nerve, and traveling in a pack for safety, the three gymnasts walked over to the guys.&nbsp; They tried to look cool and calm, but being around that much testosterone and muscle had them all giggling uncertainly.<br><br>"Hey, James right?" Helen asked, knowing full well it was his name.&nbsp; "I'm Helen.&nbsp; We had English together I think.&nbsp; This is Jennifer and Madelyn.&nbsp; So, um, we're doing this scavenger hunt," she lied, "and we have to get pictures taken of us with the tallest person we can find.&nbsp; Can you help us out?"&nbsp; She held up the two phones.&nbsp; "It'll just take a second."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vladimir valentine</strong> on <strong>01-01-2013, 22:57:53</strong>
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				Isabella had recently moved to this dull and dreary town. She missed her friends, everything out here is so different from LA. She had only been out here for 3 days, and hadn't entered school yet. She just finished unpacking everything into their new house, and it was still being furnished. She decided now that she had set up her room and her art studio in the attic, to check out the school. She packed a small backpack full of her usual things, food, a water bottle, flashlight, and 2 spray paint cans and a painting mask from homedepot. She quickly changed out of her pajamas and got dressed in her usual outfit. She wore a black tanktop with a pink corset styled shirt, black spliced leggings, and a black short skirt. She laced up her black convers and grabbed her grey hoodie. She didn't know anyone here, but that didn't bother her. She then began to walk toward the school, she knew where it was but hadn't actually taken the time to walk there. After about 30 minutes of walking she ended up at the school, she looked around taking in the looks and feel of the clearly old building. It's architecture told here it was built after WWII, and by the looks of it they did their best with what little they had to keep it looking decent. She looked through the glass on the doors and was taken aback by what she saw. <br>"Damn! Your kidding me metal detectors.... If I'm patted down by security, I might just die." She walked around, the building. Whenever she ran into security she just acted calm and normal, so they never bugged her. After finding a huge chunk of wall that seemed perfect to her, she stopped. <br>"Noisulli FO llaw" she chanted out, her hand extended out. Then she vanished, or atleast just visibly. She learned this trick a while ago, it's not that powerful she knew what would break it or its defects. She taped her stencils to the wall, placed her mask on and began to paint. The illusion made it seem like it was just an empty blank wall, it also hid the sound of the spray cans. Unfortunately it didn't hide the smell, and if someone walked through it the illusion would be shattered.<br>"I'll leave my mark at school here, maybe some of my other around town then ill go home." She said aloud, though the illusion would prevent anything beyond the curtain of illusion to hear her. Halfway she put in her headphones and blared music. She was tagging a wall near the sports building, if security came by it wouldn't run into her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 02:37:03</strong>
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				James stretched his burning muscles, enjoying the puffed up feeling of them as he looked over the course again. He knew this place like the back of his hand, as he had an excellent memory for stuff like this. He saw one place in particular that he might enjoy. A small rise, with a 3-foot long ledge, an then another rise right behind it. It would take a guy the time that it took to jump up to the first one, and, if he or she was being safe, a bit more time to up up to the next ledge, and jump down. A person might just jump over the second one, shaving off critical seconds, but that would also endanger them, as the first ledge didn't give them a clear view of what was beneath. There could be a pit, spikes, or just about anything really, and the person would have a split second to react, land, and keep running, so as to make the danger worth the time saved.<br><br>He had an idea that would shave off a whole lot more time, as well as impress just about anyone that was watching. It would be dangerous, far more so than any other stunt he could pull off in this track. It would also require him to use his powers. It wouldn't be the first time he had used it on a second's notice, but his control over it was still very flimsy. The shockwave my propel him far over, thus landing his outside of the path predicted, or might come out too short, crashing him into the second rise. Both would end with him losing the race, plus any number of injuries. But it would look so damn cool. He eyed it, trying to calculate and prepare himself, so that he didn't notice anyone walking up to him until he heard the voice. <br><br>He didn't start, but he turned around, annoyed that one of his teammates had interrupted his moment of thought. The annoyance vanished, however, when he saw that it wasn't his teammates, and rather the chicks that he had noticed arriving earlier. His fought back his surprised, an action that was growing rather easy of late, and he threw them a half smile," Hiya there, Helen... English... yeah," He turned and winked to them," Hiya there, Jennifer, Madelyn," He gave then a quick wink and half smile, before he turned back to Helen. When he heard what she had to say, one eyebrow shot up, nonverbally calling BS. He wasn't going to say it out loud, of course, but he didn't believe what she was saying for one second. There were plenty of men that were taller than him around, and, while they weren't around here, they just had to look and find. But of course, he wasn't going to say it. He loved the fact that these three rather hot girls were talking to him.<br><br>"Uh... Okay, I guess?" He said, wondering just how the picture taking was going to take place," Also, if you want to hang out here for a little while, we're gonna have a race over this place," He indicated the abandoned building site," Should be quite the show, if you are into acrobatics and stuff like that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 03:33:49</strong>
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				"Yeah, we're kind of into acrobatics," Helen said and tried to keep a straight face.<br><br>"Oh, yeah," Jennifer chimed in.&nbsp; "Like, sometimes we get so into it we just roll in somersaults on the ground like five year olds."<br><br>"And maybe, maybe if we feel cray cray, we do cartwheels," Madelyn said and all three girls dissolved into a chaos that seemed to involve hugs, giggles and shared looks that caused even more giggles.<br><br>"We're gymnasts," Helen said, still laughing.&nbsp; "Or did you think that leos and boy shorts were just the new look?"&nbsp; All three girls still wore their gymnastics gear, and were even powdered her and there with chalk powder.&nbsp; "In fact, I bet you that anything you can do out there, I can do too," Helen challenged.&nbsp; "Unless it's like picking up something heavy.&nbsp; That's no fair."&nbsp; She looked up at James, which required tilting her head back to see him properly.&nbsp; It was no big deal. As short as she was, Helen was resigned to permanently being on the wrong end of a pair of nostrils.<br><br>She waved her friends into place and quickly shot several photos with each cell phone.&nbsp; Predictably there was a lot of duck face and poutiness and exaggerated facial expressions before they were done, and Jennifer even managed to run the tips of her fingers just inside the waist of James' pants at his right hip before giggling and darting off.&nbsp; <br><br>"You want to make a bet about it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 04:04:32</strong>
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				James was suddenly annoyed. There was one thing that he didn't like, and that was being laughed at. He covered it well, though, and he even smiled at the girl's antics, biting his lip, and smirking," Well, I wouldn't know. Don't really like gymnasts. way too thin for my tastes. Too much girl, and not enough woman," He winked, and laughed out loud. Some of his teammates had seen the ruckus, and laughed along with him. It was true. He took to the Brazilian side of his family in that aspect. He liked women to have at least some body, and not all of it the toned muscle that these one did. Too thin, and not enough softness to handle. Hell, they didn't even have enough breasts to fill a bra. One of his friends even said something to the effect of 'zing', but he ignored them. He gave the girls the photo shoot that they wanted, and stepped away, winking at the petite Jennifer, grabbing her small hand, and kissing it gallantly before turning back to studying the track. He looked it over, back to the place that he had noted earlier. <br><br>"I don't wanna take you money like that," He smiled," You will need a bit more height, and muscle to be able to negotiate a place like this. If I took you up on that bet, I would be nearly stealing you money, except that you would be giving it to me," He shook his head, the ability to make a good joke having left him due to his irritation at the girls, and his attempt at concentrating," Why don't you watch the race first, Helen," He gave he a condescending pat on the head," And see if you still want to try some of the stuff that me and Al are gonna do. If you want, later, I might teach you some of the simpler moves. The horsey and the poles and the rings might be complicated," He moved over to where Al was already at the starting 'line'," But here you have entered a whole new ballgame, babe," He gave Jennifer another wink," Try and keep up."<br><br>One of the girls of the other team, dressed in baggy pants, and a tank-top, wearing a baseball cap and her short hair tied up in a bun, came over to set the two racers off. James rolled his neck, and looked at Al," Say, do you like eating dust?"<br><br>Al smirked," Don't know. Never tried it. Have you?"<br><br>James shook his head, grinning," Nah. Just the way that you came over here looks like you enjoy the taste," He turned back to the track.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vladimir valentine</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 08:41:26</strong>
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				After Isabella was done tagging, and packing up her stuff she waited. After seeing no one was around, and she wouldn't get caught she quickly dispelled the wall and darted towards the track field. Incase anyone saw her she would be able to hide in the bleachers, plus the opportunity to mess with cheerleaders was too much to pass up incase there were any. She made it to the track field, and decided to sit in the bleachers. She was unfortunately going to have to start school here tomorrow, she may as well get a look and feel for the kind of people here. She saw the usual around the track, a bunch of steroid buffed jocks and twiggy giggly girls fawning over the athletes. <em>how boring, all the fun people are obviously not gonna be here.</em> she saw that a race was about to start, she decided why not stay and watch. After all nothing else her was starting to get interesting. "Ugh this place is boring!" She blurted out to herself, as she leaned back looking up at the sky. <em>i've been here one day and I already hate it, I wonder how the cops are out here. Most of the ones in LA were dicks.</em> she wondered what classes she'd get, or what lunch. <em>i think in a little while ill look around for a good food joint. Jocks eat a lot don't they? maybe they can be useful for once and tell me what places are good around here.</em> she new she was being pretty mean, but then again aren't most people when left to their own devices. She was just being a bitch because she is in a bad mood and pouting over the move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 13:30:28</strong>
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				"Jesus, Helen, why'd you have to piss him off like that?"&nbsp; Jennifer was so mad she wasn't even looking at her cell to see the pictures of herself with James.<br><br>"What did I do?&nbsp; You guys were laughing too.&nbsp; It was funny," Helen complained in return.&nbsp; James' words had really hurt.&nbsp; Really, really hurt.&nbsp; They shouldn't have, not with as much experience Helen had with being picked on, but they did.&nbsp; When it was coming from other girls, like the cheerleaders, you could just pretend they were those idiots in Mean Girls and blow them off.&nbsp; Or give it right back to them.&nbsp; But coming from a boy it felt different.&nbsp; And that upset Helen more than the actual dig. Why did it feel different?&nbsp; <br><br>"You're not supposed to compete with boys, stupid," Madelyn threw her view in.&nbsp; "Like, just let them win."<br><br>"I can't believe you," Helen said and turned on Madelyn.&nbsp; "Just let them win?&nbsp; If coach heard you, she'd pull your ass from the squad for a month."<br><br>"This isn't a meet or trials," Jennifer said.&nbsp; "It's flirting.&nbsp; You know, like when you want a boy to like you?&nbsp; God, Helen, sometimes you're so-"<br><br>"So what?" she said and turned now to face Jennifer. <br><br>"Nothing," Jennifer said after a second.<br><br>"No, say it.&nbsp; I'm so what?"<br><br>"Helen," Madelyn said trying to calm things down.&nbsp; "Look, let's just watch them, okay?&nbsp; Please?"<br><br>"You're so insecure.&nbsp; Like, we get it.&nbsp; Your parents don't have any money and ours do.&nbsp; Oh, look at me, boo hoo hoo, I'm a poor girl.&nbsp; Whatever.&nbsp; It gets old," Jennifer said.<br><br>"I can't believe I hold your hair back when you throw up after eating," Helen said, tears of anger and hurt in her eyes.<br><br>Now Jennifer was equally upset.&nbsp; Not everyone knew she suffered from bulimia, but Helen had just thrown it out there like it was all over everybody's Facebook.&nbsp; It probably would be tomorrow.&nbsp; "You're such a bitch, Helen."&nbsp; She crossed her arms across her chest and her eyes looked wet now too.<br><br>"Just stop it," Madelyn pleaded.&nbsp; "We're a team.&nbsp; We're gymnasts, not cheerleaders."<br><br>"She wants to be one," Jennifer said.&nbsp; "She's always hanging out with them and teaching them our moves, like that will make them like her and make her popular."&nbsp; She smiled when she saw the effect those words had on Helen, at the shattered look she'd caused.<br><br>"Stop it!" Madelyn shouted.&nbsp; "Jennifer, stop!"<br><br>"What?&nbsp; It's true.&nbsp; They laugh about it.&nbsp; About how she tries to be all cool with them and watches them while they cheer. Not when they stunt, when they cheer.&nbsp; Lacey even said she saw Helen trying out one of their dances once time when she came back into the cheer gym to get her bag."&nbsp; She smiled, the queen triumphant.&nbsp; "I'm going to go watch.&nbsp; You can stay here with the cheerleader wannabe, or come watch guys with me."&nbsp; She flounced off to get a better spot to sit to watch the boys run their course.<br><br>"Helen.&nbsp; She doesn't mean that," Madelyn said.<br><br>"Just leave me alone," Helen said and turned around so Helen couldn't see her face.&nbsp; Helen's arms wrapped tight around herself.<br><br>"No."&nbsp; Madelyn hugged Helen from behind, then held her when Helen turned around and buried her face in Madelyn's chest.&nbsp; "Shh. It's okay.&nbsp; She's just being a bitch is all.&nbsp; You know how Jennifer gets sometimes.&nbsp; Come on.&nbsp; Don't cry, Helen."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 15:54:07</strong>
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				James felt a little bad for snapping at the girls, but he was still angry and embarrassed. He was being nice and civil, even inviting them to watch, and they had to go and make fun of him. It was just like them, he thought, getting pissed, letting the anger fuel his creativity. He took a deep breath, his eyes blinking, detaching his thought processes, his anger, his frustration, his everything from his body, letting reflexes and training take over. It was a legitimate technique that his Capoeira coach taught him, the 'State of Elsewhere', or something like that. The translation was a bit dim for him, but the concept remained. His mind wasn't on the race itself, while it required a bit of concentration to keep himself going. His reflexes were allowed free rein of his body. He stretched and rolled his neck, watching the girl that was supposed to let them at it. His body relaxed, knowing that the initial reaction to the beginning of something like this was a time-costly tensing up. One of the few places where reflex got nudged down, and training took over. James rolled his neck again, adrenaline spiking, heart racing, face cold as an antarctic breeze, before the girl lowered her hands.<br><br>Both racers were off like lightning bolts, hurdling, and climbing over the first few obstacles. It was obvious from the start that both runners were in top form, and very very good. World class, even. James snapped up to a ledge, and jumped, gripping a bar that spanned over a large, 20-foot-deep ditch, and swung himself over. What he had said to Helen was true. Gymnastics was all good. but the moves were all practiced, nothing unexpected happened, unless one did it his or herself. He never could have settled for anything like that. Surprise came from the landscape for him, and the fun was reacting with lightning-fast reflexes, gliding over rough terrain like he had been born to do so. His adrenaline spiked at the feeling that his next move would have him dealing with another world of problems, and dealing with them perfectly enough to have him streaking across the finish line just had his mouth watering. <br><br>His breathing came in short spurts now, sweat starting to show on his face, while his eyes seemed to be dull and blank, taking everything in his hands working almost as much as his legs, his body giving off that delicious burning sensation, the one where you knew you were pushing your body to the limits, and loving it. His body kept going until he reached that ledge that he had noticed earlier.<br><br>"Let's see that gymnast try this one on for size," He thought.<br><br>He reached it, a mere half-second before the Al did. He took a deep breath, preparing for what was to follow, letting his control over the power that he had loosen and relax, enough fr him to feel the powered air resistance around his hands. He took two running steps toward the ledge, and jumped. He was about three yards away, a short enough distance to allow him to use the inertia of his jump to pull his feet up to the step. That was the traditional move anyway, since it was about as high as his neck. Instead, he closed his fists , and opened it at the precise instant before it touched the concrete, trapping his bolt before it had sufficient inertia to travel off and turn the concrete to powder. He landed, his arm flexing powerfully as he lifted himself upside down. His body bent, working through it's own speed to be able to travel off again. At first sight, he wasn't going to make it. <br><br>That was when the laws of physics kicked in.<br><br>A loud slap, louder than what his palms should have sounded like when strike the concrete, and a sudden speed and power was added to his leap and, apparently only using his arms he lifted and pushed over the second obstacle. It was, luckily, perfect. He felt a sense of exhilaration as his body arced in an agile fashion, up and over, and he landed, knees loose, and toes pointing downward. He rolled over his shoulder, and was brought to his feet just in time to keep from falling into another ditch. He wavered, teetering over the edge, before managing to balance himself. Al hadn't reached the first ledge yet. He smiled, and bean to run again.<br><br>At the first step, he knew that his landing hadn't been quite as perfect as he had hoped. His shoulder ached, and each step made white hot bolts of pain to shoot up from his ankle. He winced, but didn't even consider slowing down. He was too close to the finish to let a twisted ankle stop him. Plus, after getting a move like that <em>almost </em>right, he deserved to win. He vaulted over another obstacle, gritting his teeth, and finally crossing the finish line. <br><br>He tumbled to the ground as soon as the race was won, and his teammates were instantly there to pull him back up and help him over to somewhere to sit. They had seen his face, and how he favored his right leg, so his shoe was quickly taken off, and Mark, a late-comer, and the guy that had the stuff for injuries like this, which were common, quickly wrapped his foot up, and put the shoes back on. James winced and growled through the ordeal. He would need to get to the hospital ASAP. He watched as Al crossed the finish line as well, and he looked at James with wonder. James realized that just about everyone else was doing the same. The use of his power had gone unnoticed, and he was getting compliments for the awesome move left and right. Al even walked over to shake his hand, which was bruised and blistering a bit. <br><br>James turned to Helen with a triumphant look on his face. She could try making that move, he was thinking. But his arrogant thoughts were quickly deflated as he saw how her eyes were red, and he face was a bit stained with the sign of recent tears. James suddenly felt about as small as an ant just then. He even hated himself a bit, and he started to limp in the girl's direction.<br><br>"That was an awesome race, there," Came a voice behind him. He spun around and saw... Jennifer, was it?"Awesome move there too."<br><br>James blushed a bit," Yeah, but it did have consequences. I botched the landing a bit. I think my ankle is twisted, and my shoulder seems to not have liked it either," He chuckled a bit," I am headed to teh hospital in a bit."<br><br>She nodded, ad he could immedately tell that she had ignored what he said," Yeah, so, what do you think about us getting together sometime?"<br><br>James nodded," Sure. When and where?"<br><br>She named a regular haunt for the named 'goodie' teenagers in the area, one where all the richer kids hung out. He had never really felt a part of that crowd, even though his parents were rather well-to-do. He knew Jennifer, of course. Her Parents incorporated the term 'filthy rich', and she was a brat. A hot brat, but a brat nonetheless. He smiled, and said he would be there, not sure if he would, and Jennifer walked away. He thought for good, but she in fact stopped and looked to see where he was going.<br><br>He limped over to Helen and sat down beside her and Madelyn," Hey," He said with a grim tone," I am sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean it. I was... I just," He face flushed, adn he looked down," I just hate getting laughed at is all. I was a total jerk," He looked over to the both of them," What do you say to us, maybe, getting together sometime, and exchanging some trade secrets?" He said with a small smile at the small joke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 16:41:02</strong>
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				Something wasn't quite right.&nbsp; Helen wasn't good at math or science, but she was a gymnast.&nbsp; There were thousands of hours of hard work and watching others perform inside of her head.&nbsp; The way he was moving was cool.&nbsp; James had seriously good coordination and for all he was built like a giant, he know how to move and work his body.&nbsp; Tremendous upper body strength, way more than her even talking relative sizes.&nbsp; But boys were always like that.&nbsp; It was genetics or something.&nbsp; Or maybe hormones?&nbsp; Should have paid more attention in biology.&nbsp; But there was no way he should have made that one stunt.&nbsp; Just, it didn't work.&nbsp; Her mind's eye drew the path and he didn't follow it.&nbsp; And that was just...<br><br>Impossible.<br><br>No way, no way was he that strong!&nbsp; What was going on?<br><br>In her subconscious, dark tendrils stirred in recognition.<br><br>Helen frowned, then frowned more when she saw Jennifer intercept James like a Boy Homing Missile.&nbsp; She couldn't quite hear what they said, but there was a lot of flirting there, even if James might not know it.&nbsp; Jennifer was standing not quite facing him, and her shoulders were pulled back, pulling her small gymnasts breasts up and out, making them look as large as possible which admittedly was not much.&nbsp; None of the gymnasts had boobs to impress.&nbsp; But she was trying.&nbsp; She also smiled at everything he said, stupid like, and didn't once look away from him.&nbsp; Jennifer also swiveled at the hips, just a tiny bit, but kept herself moving and making his eyes follow the motion.&nbsp; Flirting.<br><br>Bitch.<br><br>"She's so crushing," Madelyn said.&nbsp; When Helen didn't answer, she turned to look at her friend.&nbsp; "Do you see what she's doing?"<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; Do you think he knows?" she asked.<br><br>Madelyn laughed.&nbsp; "No.&nbsp; He's a boy.&nbsp; She'd have to like, draw him a picture."<br><br>"She better not start ditching practice to hang out with him.&nbsp; Coach will kill her."<br><br>"Right now, I don't think she cares.&nbsp; She wanted his shirt. She's so into him," Madelyn said.&nbsp; <br><br>When James came over, both girls fell silent.&nbsp; They watched him together and when James invited her out, they exchanged quick, concerned looks.<br><br>"I'm sorry for laughing at you.&nbsp; That's not nice," Helen said.&nbsp; "I just thought we were having fun, you know.&nbsp; Like, chilling.&nbsp; Sorry."&nbsp; She hesitated, then looked towards where Jennifer was watching James talk to Helen.&nbsp; Birds didn't dare fly in the line between her eyes; they'd be cooked like chicken at KFC from all the mad shooting her way.&nbsp; "I don't know," Helen said.<br><br>"She'd love to," Madi interrupted and smiled sweetly when Helen turned to look at her in equal parts surprise and anger.&nbsp; "Why don't you give me your cell and I'll give it to Helen later.&nbsp; She left her phone at home," she lied, sparing her friend the embarrassment of being a teen without a phone.&nbsp; Once she was sure she had it, she looked over at Helen, mouthed a 'what?' to her unspoken question and pushed her in the ribs.<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; That would be okay," Helen said.&nbsp; "I'll call you later.&nbsp; Maybe you can show me how you made that vault?"<br><br>"Cool," Madi added.&nbsp; "Hey, James, see you, huh?&nbsp; I need to talk to Helen real quick.&nbsp; Girl stuff."&nbsp; She smiled and waited until he was gone.<br><br>"Madi, why did you do that!" Helen hissed once James was away.&nbsp; "Jennifer's going to go completely cray cray about this."<br><br>"Good.&nbsp; Let her," she answered.&nbsp; "She pissed me off and it's not good for the team making each other cry.&nbsp; Let her feel it for once."&nbsp; Secretly, Madelyn just liked to stir up drama.&nbsp; She reveled in it in fact, and now she had three new Drama Dolls to play around with, to manipulate for her own fun.&nbsp; Wait till she hit Facebook!&nbsp; "Hey, I need to go.&nbsp; Jennifer's mom is going to pick us up at the park over there.&nbsp; You okay?"<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; Thanks, Madi."&nbsp; Helen hopped off the wall and the two girls shared a strong hug.&nbsp; "I wish you hadn't done that."<br><br>"I know," she said and laughed, then went off to gather up the still seething Jennifer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michigan Marvels - IC Pre-Game/Sandbox</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vladimir valentine</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 00:40:14</strong>
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				Isabella was surprised by an athletes near superhuman feat. <em>things in this town just became a lot more interesting. Either he's not normal, or steroids are an amazing drug.</em> she watched the boy, interested to see with he would show any other signs of being abnormal. But he didn't, this was Isabella's queue to chat up a random jock to get some info on that kid. She did her best hiding her bag, which honestly wasn't very good unless she decided she was going to use an illusion on it. She walked down the bleachers down towards the track, she pulled down her hood. Her bright pink hair really showed in the sunlight, it would defiantly attract some looks. But she didn't care what people thought of her, she took off her hoodie, and her skirt leaving her in only leggings and a tank-top that showed more than enough cleavage to get the attention of most guys. She wore quite a bit of clothes that made her breasts look smaller that they are, but now in just a tank-top they were clearly at least c-cups. She walked around, and flirted with a few guys and found out the kids name was James. She also got the names of all the girls he was around now, not that she cared or wanted to know. None of them were interesting at all. She decided that she was going to leave now, she was going to go home and probably wait till tomorrow.... But first, she just had to do one more thing.&nbsp; She walked past James and the group of girls, now wearing her jacket and skirt again. She had her bag slung over one shoulder, and she walked towards the parking lot. 
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