[Evolved] North America
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				Title: <strong>[Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>03-06-2016, 20:27:20</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">North America</span></span></div><hr><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">For your scenes that happen anywhere on the North American continent! Specific locations - cities and such - should be detailed in headers to keep things sorted out.<br><br></span></span><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=8]https://placehold.it/150x200[/img][/floatleft][b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]City | Date | Time:[/b] <br>[b]Tagging | Mentioning:[/b] <br>[b]Content:[/b] <br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>04-06-2016, 17:05:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FT0LnKc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Panic<br><hr><i>Shit, shit, shit</i>. It finally happened. After seven whole damn years it <i>finally</i> happened and she had no idea how to fix it. <br><br>Oh, <i>Womb Emergency's</i> concert had gone down without a hitch, of course. That wasn't the problem. That wasn't why she'd grabbed Shae and dragged the woman all the way back to their hotel room in such a rush like she had. Nor was it the reason why she was <i>tweaking the fuck out</i> while shoving all their shit back into their bags with little damn care of whose shit was whose! The fact of the matter was... Dara had fucked up, <i>royally</i>. You had to know it'd happen eventually. Even <i>she</i> knew she'd eventually fuck herself over but somehow she just hadn't expected to so terribly fuck over her sister in the process. <br><br>It all started over seven years ago, back before <i>The Incident</i> that she and Shae <i>never</i> spoke about anymore - After all, telling Shae over and over again that it hadn't been her fault only seemed to make her worse in the end. So rather than make her think about it constantly, Dara had just dropped it. If Shae wanted to discuss, she'd bring it up - right? Regardless, that wasn't the point here. The point was that Dara - or <i>Harmony Pitushka</i>- was a wanted criminal. Her wanted resume as of this date consisted of two counts of grand theft auto, kidnapping, <i>murder</i> and being a filthy <i>Evolved</i> - whether or not she had actually committed any of these crimes were still up for discussion. Well, with anyone but the police and Tac 6, at least. <br><br>Speaking of the police, she was pretty sure they'd be breathing down her neck at any moment - if they weren't already. Which they were. She had no idea that there were already a few officers stationed outside of the cheap hotel, waiting and watching. Oh no, they didn't plan on entering the building any time soon. They were strictly keeping to orders, after all. This was a <i>Tac 6</i> affair, and they weren't about to deprive their wives and family of a pay check by trying to tango with murderous infected. They were strictly there to observe and report - to keep headquarters informed on the movements of these scumbags until Tac 6 either showed up or gave them alternative orders. <br><br>Meanwhile, Dara was still busy panicking.&nbsp; "He saw me. <i>Oh god, he <b>saw</b> me.</i>" She'd repeated a few times over by now - backstage, in the car, a few times in this very room... "STUPID! STUPID!" She paused long enough to beat at the sides of her skull in abject frustration. "Why do you have to be such a <i>bitch</i>, Dara?!" She seethed at herself, trying not to let the tears stinging at her eyes spring free. <br><br>There was a <i>reason</i> Dara and Shae had been so happy to travel with <i>Womb Emergency</i>. It wasn't just because they were generally awesome people and the work was fun as hell, but because they constantly moved and stayed out of North East and Central USA. The chances of running into anyone they knew were pretty damn slim, and they liked those odds! Of course luck would have it that the first person she'd ran into since her <i>never discussed</i> childhood would be one of those unfortunate people she'd taken her misplaced anger out on as a moody, bitchy teenager. <br><br>It didn't matter that the fucker spotted her and looked at her with such notably sadistic satisfaction, the fact that she'd proceeded to pummel the fuck out of him in a crowded room full of people in a sudden panic really didn't make her look to innocent either. When she'd finally come to her senses she'd at least had the mind enough to find her sister and <i>GTFO</i>. "I'm sorry, Shae. I'm so fuckin' sorry!" She wheezed out, the brine finally escaping as she raced around like a mad woman looking for their stashed savings - the savings they'd honestly hoped they'd never have to use. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 02:53:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/09/fe/57/09fe5791b41d94052601b319a3f22ca2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952) <br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | 8/4/17| 6:30 a.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dhavali (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369964#msg12369964) and potentially Emily (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12366180#msg12366180)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>You are my Sunshine.<br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">Continued from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250448.msg12379770#msg12379770).</span></em><br><hr><br>Billie stared at her Android smartphone for a few silent minutes, not but the sound of her breathing filling the air, after she sent the final message to her younger sister. She understood, on some basic level, it was rude to pester at such an ungodly hour. Not everyone kept the crazy hours in which she lived and breathed with regularity.<br>&nbsp;<br>It had been her intent, upon arriving to her apartment, to recline out on her rickety balcony while enjoying a smoke and take in the rare silence to be found upon the usually bursting city streets. Yes, sometimes, even someone like Billie, could take a moment to embrace her inner Tibetan monk.&nbsp; Still, despite the presence of exhaustion weighing on her mind and body, she could not resist the opportunity to bother Dhavali. She always had time to rain down a little chaos on her life. <br><br>Rising up from where she cocooned herself in the warmth of her blankets, Billie slipped her feet into the waiting slippers at her bedside and then covered herself in one of her favorite robes, the one made of silk and embroidered with a gigantic lioness face on the back.&nbsp; It did little to shield her from the near freezing temperatures in her apartment but she did not bother retrieving something warmer from her dressers. <br><br>Instead, she picked up her carton of smokes and then ambled slowly over into the kitchen to search for some coffee grounds. It was not the easiest task since Billie was not the most organized person in the world. The only item she kept track of daily was her money and real valuables. Unless it was a sample of some Kopi luwak coffee, she really did not give a flying fuck if it became lost or vanished into thin air. A soft growl slipped from her mouth as she shifted around the cans and other crap kept in the cupboards until she noticed the probably days old coffee still sitting in the decanter. Already, an amused smile twisted at her lips.<br><br>Billie banged with a closed fist at the door a few times, like she possessed a police badge and suspicion of drug possession, before she recalled her sister mentioning it would be unlocked for her. Unfortunately, for their fellow third floor residents, that realization did not dawn upon her mind before she managed to disturb their rest. <br><br>Mister Peters yanked open his door with a loud screech, face flustered and eyes narrowed behind his bifocals. “Young lady! I told you last time if this kept up—.”<br><br>Before he could complete his hollow threat, Billie turned around to face him, startling the elderly man into silence when he got a full view of her tattoos and a lot more than he bargained for. She had not bothered to tie sash around the room. Instead, it hung limply at her sides. <br><br>“Is there a problem, Mister Peters?” She practically snarled the question, relishing how it made his flabby cheeks became redder. The old man stared before he finally regained his senses, sputtering nonsense about how women these days had no morals as he made a hasty retreat back within his house. “I didn’t think so!” She screamed at the closed door, knowing he could still hear her. “You better get your fat ass back in that house before I tell your wife you were staring at my tits.” <br><br>Juggling the two steaming cups of coffee in her hand, Billie somehow managed to open the door without spilling the hot liquid on herself. “GUESS WHO’S HERE?!” She announced at the top of her lungs as she kicked the door close with a loud slam behind her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 02:59:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/wondersofthesandbox/images/b/bc/Rosie-Tupper-09.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shae Lux Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Double Panic<br><hr>She'd been doing nothing in particular when Dara had come around and snatched her away. It all happened so fast that she wasn't genuinely sure what was going on – that wasn't terribly far off from normal though. It seemed that a lot of the time Dara lead and Shae followed. It was an arrangement that worked for them, and it kept Shae out of trouble that she didn't need. She'd come a long way since back then, but every day could be a bit of an up hill battle. Without Dara's – somewhat – constant guiding hand, she'd have been lost. So when Dara was panicking, Shae couldn't help but follow suit.<br><br>Her eyes flitted from side to side watching Dara skitter across the room as she tried to get things together. Shae didn't need to know exactly what had happened to know roughly what had happened. She turned her head up to the door and furrowed her brow. Were they really going to leave the band? After all of this? Just like that? What would those five do without them? It wasn't like anyone was going to be as good at these jobs as they were. “Dara what's going on?” She asked, finally turning her head back to her sister.<br><br>Honestly she didn't know exactly what to do. She wasn't prepared to leave – Dara's sudden rush though said she wasn't going to be given much of a choice – and she didn't want to help until she knew what was going on. Long ago Shae had been one to not ask questions, for a long time she had lost her voice; now days, while she generally submitted to the choices of her sister, she didn't feel totally obligated too. Least of all without explanation. “I don't want to go, Dara. This is...” She hesitated to say it, but for the most part it was true, “Family.”<br><br>Womb Emergency wasn't really family, but they were in a lot of ways. In the ways that mattered. Sure they'd never come between the two, they were blood. They were something beyond all of that. But that didn't make the band members less, just them more. Abandoning them like this, without word? It seemed wrong. It felt wrong. What if they could help? “Dara, please talk to me. What happened? We can figure it out here!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 08:21:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California / August 2017 / 8:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Billie Tucker<br><strong>Content:</strong> End of a Long Trip<br><hr>There was an American tradition when it came to long road trips, starting back in the fifties and the sixties, when there wasn't any internet or smartphones and teens were starved for new and improved things to do. Getting into their parents' vans or VW Kombis and hitting the road, travelling to the furthest coast and back for an epic quest or story to one day tell the grandchildren. Like most things, the American Road Trip had evolved and eventually gone extinct as people found safer ways of exploring their adventurous natures. But the tradition and culture were there, and had lived on in the various motorcycle clubs that had survived the turn of millenia.<br><br>And travelling across the entirety of the country did have it's appeal, Ryan had to admit. It was an incredible journey, seeing all the different bits of the US in the span of a little more than a week. It was a journey that he had made before and would gladly repeat, despite the uncomfortable situation of being on one's posterior for hours on end, hands feeling numb from the vibrations and the fun lottery of what condition his rooms would be in in the various cheap motels that he had stopped in. He had taken the camping route on a couple of the nights too, unrolling his sleeping bag and sleeping under the stars.<br><br>All that said, Ryan was glad that the ride was finally at an end, pulling the bike to the stop a few hundred yards in front of the Bay Bridge, a welcoming sight to all of the hundreds of vehicles zipping by him on the shoulder of the road as the sun was beginning to touch the western horizon. There waiting for him just before he entered the city in proper MC tradition, was a greeting party of five members of the local charter, all on their favorite bikes, and one of them the president of the charter. The man had a head of long white hair tucked underneath his black helmet and a bushy mustache of the same color, but he looked as hale and hearty as a man half his age. Bushy eyebrows, thunderous blue eyes and a no padding needed under his leather jacket, he looked like he would be riding bikes until time ended.<br><br>"Ryan," The man said, coming up close and showing off his impressive stature, a good three inches taller than him. Both men hugged.<br><br>"Ol' Jimmy," Ryan responded, giving the man a hearty slap on the back and then took a step back," Still alive, looks like."<br><br>"Not for the lack of trying, I'm here to tell ya," The man was tied to the Irish mob by association only, his own origins as diffused as most folks tended to be out in the west coast. It wasn't any trouble, really. The Irish were an open bunch, and the man knew how to handle their particular brand of business in Cali as well as the best of stock brokers. It made him a lot of enemies, though.<br><br>Ol' Jimmy turned to his four fellow Brothers and indicated for them to come closer," You've met Ryan already Joker," He indicated to a man with fiery red hair and an ugly Glasgow smile, who made it uglier by smiling and coming over to give Ryan a hug of his own. The rest remained back.<br><br>"Westie, Knuckles and Conan, allow me to introduce you to the best fistfighter I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, and a great biker overall, Private Murray," The three men nodded at Ryan, who gave them a half-hearted salute.<br><br>"Nice to meed you, boys."<br><br>Ol' Jimmy stepped in again and slapped Ryan across the shoulder," We have a bit of a party ready at the chapel for ya, man. Got some meat cooking over the grill, lots of booze and some of the local talent hired to make things spicy and interesting. It'll be a night you won't soon be forgetting."<br><br>Ryan nodded and smiled, understanding the meaning hidden underneath the man's words. Here wasn't a good place to get rid of that particularly loaded sleeping bag that was burning a hole in his back seat. The chapel, or where the MC called headquarters, a Bar that had the same name as the club, The Wildling, would be where the exchange would take place. All six mounted up quickly and rode off into the glittering lights of San Francisco, across the bay.<br><br><hr><br>The bar itself wasn't much in the way of showiness. It was decently lit with a lot of bulbs across the walls and a dusty ceiling lamp, cleaner than most similar establishments tended to be. It was big too, with almost twenty booths spread scross the outer wall and fifteen seats set up in front of the oaken bar, manned by two of the prospective members of the MC for tonight. The floor was stone and the chairs and tables were all in good shape. There was a bit of an open area out in the back, where the grill had been set up, as well as a dozen more tables, four chairs each as a rule and a makeshift bar with yet another prospect manning it. Most of the men and women there wore the Wildling patch, marked with an Irish Arrowhead flower with white petals and a yellow center just below a skull with a knife and revolver crossed behind it, the same patch that was old and scarred on the back of Ryan's own jacket, formerly his father's, until arthritis condemned the man to ride no more. The rest were affiliates, prospects, ol' ladies, and the aforementioned Local Talent. There were usually the random unknowns that came in as large numbers as they dared, wanting to feel the rush of danger that came from drinking at a known Bikers' bar, but not tonight. Tonight was a private party, and anybody that the bouncers out front didn't know were turned away with a gruff word about them shoving baseball bats up where the sun hadn't lifted the darkness.<br><br>The grill was going at full speed. The Wildlings could out eat the entire American Armed Forces if they put themselves to the task, and tonight that task seemed to be what they were putting themselves to. With enough burgers, ribs, sirloins, sausages, chicken wings, corn cobs and the various other kinds of cuts and foods that came with a barbecue, as well as the quality and quantity of booze that only Irish bars could produce, it was going to be one hell of a party. And in the middle of the week too. For shame.<br><br>Ol' Jimmy came over to where Ryan was sitting, handing him a well frosted mug of lager, likely touched with a shot of good Irish Whiskey to make things interesting.<br><br>"What's up, Jim?" Ryan asked before taking a long sip from the lager.<br><br>"The guns are appreciated, Private. We were in some need out here. Lots of competition out here in the west, ya know. It's just that... I need a favor."<br><br>"Ask."<br><br>"You ever been in the big house?"<br><br>"I did a stint for... oh eight months back in '15 for possession. Why?"<br><br>"Well, my son - you met him, Gunther -" Ryan nodded, recalling the bearded fellow," He's been locked up for holding an unregistered gun for a pal that was on his second strike. Anyways, you know how the county jails are around here. A lot of our enemies are inside, and not enough friends, you know what I'm saying?"<br><br>"You're hoping I could give my uncle a call, ask him to get some of his allies in county to keep any shivs from ending up in Gunther's back," Ryan nodded again, taking another sip.<br><br>"Yeah."<br><br>"I'll give him a call. I'll need to use one of your phones though. The one that I have is a burner only to be used in emergencies. I don't think it'll be a problem. The Wildlings have been helping my uncle for as long as I can remember. If my uncle gives me a hard time about it, he owes me a couple favors. I'll make it happen. Until he can get something arranged though, you can start spreading the word that to mess with Gunther is to get oneself and one's family, friends, loved ones, high school crushes and passing acquaintances in serious trouble with the Irish boys."<br><br>"I appreciate it Ryan. There's a phone out back that you can use. What time is it on the East Coast anyways?"<br><br>"Robert's up at all times of the day or night. He'll take my call."<br><br>And he did. Not much hard time was given over the request, although a few days were needed to have everything arranged. There were lawyers to be given messages, messages to be passed along through the various different paths and then finally, a contact with Gunther himself. Hopefully, the word and threat of dire retribution would keep the shivs contained until everything could be set up. <br><br>Ryan was a little surprised. The Mob must have angered the Wildlings pretty bad to be giving them free guns and free prison protection to keep the peace. Or maybe they just wanted things on the west coast to stay smooth and cozy. It was a major cash cow for them and the IRA back home, after all.<br><br>"Taken care of," Ryan said stepping back outside into the warm summer evening.<br><br>"Thanks a million," Ol' Jimmy said, looking genuinely relieved.<br><br>"Anything for the Wildlings, am I right?"<br><br>"Damn fucking straight," Both men slammed mugs together, spilling the enhanced beer and taking long gulps from their respective drinks," Enjoy the party!"<br><br>Ryan chuckled, intending to do precisely that. He needed some relaxation after having spent the better part of the past two weeks on the road. His eye caught on one of the local talent, a lean brunette with a distinctive European look to her, carrying herself across the bar floor like she owned the damn joint. He indicated for the barkeep to pour another mug, and, once that was done, he strolled over to where she was standing.<br><br>"May I interest you in some of the Eire's finest stout?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 22:41:43</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Deathnote</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Michael Foste</span><br>San Fransisco, CA | August 9, 2017 | 8 PM PST<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">(Ken Aldrin)</span></strong><br>More then twelve hours after the text had been sent – from a prepaid cell phone that had been purchased, activated, used to send that text, then snapped in two and thrown into the Pacific – and Micahel had been laying low that whole time. He'd only slipped out his little forty-dollar-a-night motel just in time to arrive at the bus station when he said he'd be there. Foste, who had once been the primary assistant to Dr. Reginald Octavio – one of the brilliant minds who worked along side Dr. Hawk while he was creating the IVC Virus – hardly looked like himself. The years since the program was shut down and Hawk – as well as the other, lesser known, doctors – went missing had not treated poor Michael well. He was an older man to begin with, an assistant at forty-three and now he was closing in on fifty – but he could have passed for sixty, with the way he'd lost hair and it had gone stark white. Even his skin seemed older then the truth of him. He'd selected the most unassuming clothing he could, khaki slacks topped with a light blue jacket and a Red Sox baseball cap tugged so that its brim shadowed his face. <br><br>Ken didn't need to know who he was looking for, because Michael knew. He waited until Ken was alone and away from people at the station to approach him. Without much warning he walked up behind the boy – by comparison – and grabbed his wrist. His rough voice, classic signs of smoking for too many years, grumbled in a very familiar and telling way. “Walk with me Ken. Don't look around. Keep your head down. They're watching.”<br><br>Michael tugged him along the sidewalk, away from the main terminal of the station, and towards one of the public restrooms on the inside. His head flicked around when they got to the door, dramatically, like he was just waiting for men in black suits to jump out of the shadows. They never came. Instead he thrust the door open and all but dragged his former associate – a strong term, considering that they never actually worked together – into the bathroom.<br><br>He released Ken just in time to start stalking the stalls of the room, throwing each of the doors open to make sure that they were alone in here. Once he was satisfied that no one was listening to them, that they had a moment to speak privately, he tugged the cap from his head. If his voice hadn't been enough to spark the memory, certain the awkward crook of his nose was. It was one of a kind. He held up a shaky finger and pointed towards the door. “Don't let anyone in.” He urged, slowly coming back towards the younger man.<br><br></span><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 02:28:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/evolved%20char%205_zpsbrxbzvhy.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Muir Woods National Monument, California | August 6, 2017 | 09.45 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting settled in<br><hr><br>It was surprisingly cool under the canopy of extravagantly tall trees. Julie found that California, though definitely hot, carried a whole different sort of climate. Drier, and somehow making you yearn for A/C, mini skirts and bikini tops rather than the comfortable outdoor wear she had grown so accustomed to these past years. It was a bit of a culture shock to be on American soil, and not just because of the climate. Everything, from the people to the buildings to the very flora that surrounded her as she stood in the Muir Woods was vastly different from the life in South Africa that she had become so familiar with and that she loved with a ferocity she had never known anywhere else. But the wildlife reserve that held her heart was a place she had bid goodbye, at least for some time. She had to clear her head, to gather her thoughts. To figure out where she wanted to go after what had transpired. Julianne Lancaster had never thought of herself as a killer. She still wasn't, but her convictions that she only had it in herself to take care of others and to make the world a better place through healing and helping was wavering. She needed some time to clear her head, to gather her thoughts and to figure out who she was, especially now that the fact she was undeniably a part of the notorious Evolved had become something she could no longer deny. <br><br>And what better a place to clear her head than on the other side of the planet, right? <br><br><em>"I'm sorry Miss, I've been rambling on for too long, haven't I?" </em><br><br>The head warden of Muir Woods, a somewhat rotund man with a quirky moustache and a retreating mop of black hair on his head, apologetically smiled in the direction of the brownhaired girl, who was pressing the back of her hand to her lips in an attempt to stifle a yawn. His name was Felix... well, she couldn't recall his last name, and though it was embroidered into his tan coloured uniform he stood angled away from her in a fashion that didn't allow her to subtly remind herself just what her future colleague was called again.<br><br>Julianne shook her head, lazily stretching her arms over her head in an attempt to work the fatigue out of her muscles. She wasn't exactly looking the model employee right now, but when you'd been personally invited to come supervise a project here, you didn't really have to pretend. Julianne had received a number of requests in the past month to come oversee a carefully laid out attempt to reintroduce a number of black bears to the national park, a risky endeavour that required a lot of preparation, supervision and care. There weren't an awful lot of veterinarians in her field of expertise, even fewer with the amount of field experience that Julianne possessed despite her relatively young age. And while overseeing a small group of bears in a United States park was a far cry from rescuing trapped rhinos, caught in poachers' traps, for once Julianne welcomed the quiet. It allowed her to explore other aspects, like the fact that she could shoot a target the size of a Mexican bean from half a mile away, even in the dark. Or how she would utilize that skill, if she chose she wanted to. Her newfound abilities had been a wonderful asset out in the wilderness... But in the people's world, Julianne found herself strangely at a loss of what to do. <br><br>"It's just jet lag," she explained somewhat lethargically, which wasn't really like her. "I only arrived here last night." <br><br>Felix nodded in understanding. "We know," he replied, "And we didn't expect you to show up already. Really, miss Lancaster, we are very grateful to have you here but you are more than welcome to settle in first. There are still several weeks left before we can even begin considering introducing the animals to our forest, there is no need to --" <br><br>Julie dismissively shushed the man with a gesture of her hand, taking a few more steps forward. They had been following the longer hiking trail for a good hour and a half now, and she had been thoroughly enjoying the walk, albeit a little tame for her liking. Nothing made her quite as happy as being outdoors, away from the cities and surrounded by nothing but the untamed wilderness. Which was only true to an extent; the very paths and fences and manmade bridges lessened the illusion that she was alone here. You know, aside from Felix. <br><br>"My hotel room felt too small," she confessed, which was an understatement. Being a one-room apartment made Julie feel like she was suffocated and she had escaped the confinement of the four walls at daybreak. Already she had been out running - sitting still had never been her thing - and taken her breakfast in a small but quaint place right outside the reserve. The staff at the visitors centre had been pretty surprised when she had announced her arrival that morning, not a few minutes after eight, and they had hurriedly called in the help of one of the senior rangers, Felix Rodriguez (She knew she'd remember it eventually!)&nbsp; who had been more than happy to show her around the area and tell Julianne all about the imposing Redwood forest. <br><br>Now, Julie had seen trees before, and she'd seen old trees before. But she'd never seen Redwood trees before, and the sight of these giants alone had made the twenty six hour trip worth it. She'd seen a lot of beauty in her life, but when you stood in front of a tree whose trunk was wider than most of the hovels in the township she'd spent so much of her time in, you could only gaze in awe at such an impressive feat of mother nature. More than once had she wandered away from the trail, curious to explore beyond the trodden path. It was only the presence of her current company that kept her from disregarding the rules all too badly, but it was clear that she was brimming with excitement. <br><br>"If you'd like, the institute can help you in finding suitable housing," Felix suggested, a little more carefully this time. But Julianne shook her head. <br><br>"I'll be fine," she assured him, and the woman turned fully towards the man, shaking his hand firmly. "And I want to thank you for your tour. It's been most insightful."&nbsp; She paused meaningfully, indicating that, as far as she was concerned, this conversation was over. Julianne wasn't trying to be rude but the call of nature was becoming increasingly impossible to resist. <br><br>Felix looked a little uncertain. "Shall I... escort you back to the center, Miss?" he inquired, to which Julie shook her head. <br><br>"I've already&nbsp; taken up so much of your time!" she assured him confidently. The girl practically pushed him along the path, only staying behind when good old Felix had caught on. "I'm just having a bit of a look around!" she nodded, waving merrily. Only when, with somewhat hesitant steps, he had bid her goodbye, then slowly disappeared along the trail that followed the Redwood creek did Julianne dare heave a sigh of relief. <em>Finally</em>.<br><br>Not a moment after she had lost sight of the friendly warden did Julianne, with a wicked grin on her face, nimbly hop across the fence that separated the trail from the woods proper. She'd been craving a bit of freedom and within seconds she was running rather than walking, weaving between the trees in a desperate need to get that restless energy out of her bones. Her new surroundings had her feeling rather giddy, and the absence of anyone around were so welcome after being cramped in several airplanes for the past two days. A wild outcry escaped her as she rushed along the loose soil, sprinting where few people ever wandered. She was dressed in her running shorts and a formfitting top, fingerless black gloves wrapped around her wrists and palms. She wasn't sure where she was running or for how long; Julianne knew that she could find her way back though. She just wasn't sure if she wanted to, here she felt much more in her element than she ever could in a big city like San Francisco. Here she was at home, and a euphoric feeling befell her, so when she, not even ten minutes in, discovered a rock formation that was just begging to be scaled, the girl did not hesitate for a single moment. It was at least fifty feet high, and Julianne had brought neither the right wear nor the required gear, but damn it, she was going to climb that wall if it was the last thing she would do. And the possibility that she could fail simply did not enter her mind. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 05:00:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6dSfWzO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Martinez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388433#msg12388433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Muir Woods National Monument, California | August 6, 2017 | 09.45 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie (Closed)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Going for a morning hike, meeting someone new<br><hr><br>Morning had begun to the sound of chirping songbirds. With sun rays peaking in from low on the horizon. James had been up fairly early and had spent an hour soaking in the cool of the morning within the Muir woods. The tall redwoods always kept it cool, but some days the heat managed to seep its way in. Today felt as if it might be one of those days. No morning fog or mist. No overhead clouds. The usual dreary weather of the bay had gone elsewhere. <br><br>During the hour, he had sat atop a nearby fallen redwood. Cross legged. Remaining quiet and largely motionless. Often closing his eyes to better enjoy the subtle or not so subtle sounds of the forest. His home lay a good distance from the main road of this area. Thus he never had to hear the sound of traffic taint the natural majesty of the forest. He kept his breathing calm and subdued. Relaxing his body and mind for the day ahead. <br><br>After his time outside, he had returned for his workout. Which had been interrupted by a frisky Anna. They hadn't gone the whole way, as she had plans to attend. But she liked to remind him of her affection in various ways. Sometimes leaving him wanting. Wound up for the day until night came or they could have some private time during some other period of the day. Once done with his workout, he decided to take a hike. He'd already hiked all around his property, so decided to go some place else he hadn't been or had seen less of. <br><br>A short drive later, he had arrived at a lesser known trail head. Armed with his camel-pack, snacks, and sunglasses perched upon his forehead. It was still early in the day and he had plenty of time before he'd make his appearance at the gym. Anna would have opened the gym by now. Giving a private training session to a wealthy client. A young woman who didn't like the crowded atmosphere of the gym later in the day. Plus she seemed to have a mild aversion to him. James bet she didn't like men a whole lot and not just him. Perhaps lesbian or had a bad experience in her past. Anna made her feel comfortable and had done an excellent job in keeping the woman as a client. <br><br>Thus, James didn't need to show up anytime soon. Anna had it covered. With that last thought, he walked onto the trail and out into the forest. <br><br><br>Thirty minutes into his hike, he heard a wild sounding cry. It didn't sound like an animal. Instead a person. He stopped. Becoming alert. Had someone gotten hurt? Definitely possible considering how dense the floor covering could get. Going off trail could be risky when what looked like stable footing, suddenly gave way. Leaving an ankle twisted, an arm banged up or broken. Despite the risks, the woods weren't that dangerous regardless of the hazard. James had hiked in Elephant and Tiger country. Far, far more dangerous. <br><br>James turned in the direction of the cry and headed off the trail at a good clip. Careful not to step on what he had learned to be the more unstable patches of the 'ground'. After a few minutes, he saw a young woman run up to a rock outcropping and began climbing it. He relaxed. Just a visitor having some off-trail fun. Still, she was pretty and looked to be a good climber. James decided to watch before announcing himself. <br><br>He waited until she made it to the top, then called out a greeting. “Hello there,” he said in a friendly manner. Giving her a smooth smile. When she got a look at him, she saw that he wore grey shorts with blue stripes down the sides and a blue T-shirt. “I heard your cry and came looking to make sure you hadn't gotten hurt. Glad to see its just you having fun. Mind if I join you up there?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 06:15:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/max_thieriot/fotos/5604/max_thieriot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kyle Carnes<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 1400<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Someone heroic... or someone malicious.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Slice of life<br><hr><br>It was the end of the first week in a brand new school year. Kyle was a junior now, and had secured an entire curriculum of AP classes, from Calculus, Studio Art, and Macroeconomics in the morning, then European History, Chinese Language and Culture, and the college-level Research class with all the seniors. Every other day it was Music Theory, Physics, and Chemistry in the morning then English Literature, Computer Science, and Latin in the afternoon. He was the only student in all of St. John's School to have had such a demanding class schedule, and it didn't bother him one bit.<br><br>While the other students were talking about their plans for the weekend, Kyle sat at his desk reading his homework assignments. His blue eyes scanned the page back and forth like a tennis ball being flung across a court. His lips were pursed in concentration... He was rather well put together, with short blonde hair and an immaculate adherence to the Catholic school's dress code- a dark red vest and bright red tie, a long sleeved dress shirt beneath, and black slacks. His features were boyish, even a little girly, but he had a rather serious look on his face.<br><br>Suddenly, he shut the textbook closed and started digging through his bookbag for another. One chapter down, now it was time for Physics. He'd just begun reading when the bell rang and all his peers started to get up and leave. He scanned the words carefully, his face just moving ever so slightly... he turned a page... and then another... and then he was done, with just a few of the other slower students still crowded at the doors trying to escape. The teacher was too busy with her own work to notice anything...<br><br>So Kyle closed the book rested his palm on it. It flew open in reverse of how he closed it, throwing his hand off to the side- then the pages started flipping at an impossible speed... then it closed again. A breath later, it zoomed off the table with a hazy distortion and slid unerringly right back into his bookbag. He swung his bookbag up and heaved it onto his back. In the crowded hallways, he fumbled into his pocket for his phone. He uploaded the entirety of Drunken Master II subbed onto his phone so that he could listen to it on his way back home. He wasn't a huge fan of martial arts, but it was one of the easier ones to find online...<br><br>A girl bumped into him and he lost it, the phone flying out of his fingers and crashing to the ground. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She said, kneeling down with him as he picked it up. It had a protector on, but... She was saying something apologetic, but Kyle forced a smile, "It's no big deal. Nothing's broken." and he left her there feeling guilty. True enough, there wasn't any damage to it... except a bit of a scuff mark on the case itself. He quirked his mouth and concentrated... holding the phone tight in his fist as it tried to escape again... but with a death grip, he kept it in place and the scuff mark disappeared like nothing had ever happened!<br><br>He popped his earbuds in as he climbed onto his bicycle and started peddling as fast he could. He listened to Paganini's Caprice Number 24 as he beat his legs against the pedals... He imagined the fingerings and the placement of the bow from the sound of the notes alone, softly admiring Paganini's rather violent manhandling of the violin as he saw it in his mind. Kyle pushed for a half hour, going up and down hills at break neck speeds the entire time... yet he hadn't even perspired, and wasn't even short of breath.<br><br>When he got home, though... he saw something quite strange.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 15:30:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/76/Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg/600px-Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Elijah<br><strong>Content:</strong> Double Panic<br><br>Kumiho laid back on the futon mattress which was the only soft thing in this hole of an apartment, which was in turn he had rented for the month from a sketchy landlord who appeared to have turned a four apartment house into 16 by simply building more walls.&nbsp; Studio would be an exaggeration.&nbsp; It was a large bathroom, or a small kitchen with a toilet.&nbsp; But it suited Kumi, who didn't really need much to be content.&nbsp; Right now it was a sagging futon, with a sheet covering up the stains, a noodle bowl, and a police scanner.<br><br>Seattle was an all right place, but not somewhere Kumiho would often pick out of all of the cities in the world to spend time.&nbsp; It reminded him a bit of childhood in England, and that wasn't where he liked to spend his mental time, not when the whole world was an option.&nbsp; But a month he could handle, flitting through the crowds of the city as a score of different people, breathing in the air of someplace different.&nbsp; <br><br>All in the name of a story.&nbsp; Kumiho had pitched a story about the Seattle police, after reading online about some issues with police brutality and a growing tension between the fairly progressive populace of the city and a city government frightened by the presence of Evolved.&nbsp; It was a story that could sell in this day and age, and Kumiho hoped with the right words he could perhaps make people think twice about how they chose to respond to the presence of the Evolved.<br><br>He had nearly flipped the scanner off and decided to get some rest when the police band began to crackle with activity.&nbsp; Kumi perked up immediately at the mention of Evolved and it didn't take more than a moment to piece together that they had someone holed up at a hotel not far from here, with word going out to Tac-6.&nbsp; Some Evolved was about to get taken in, if not taken out.<br><br>Kumiho stood up immediately, shifting his form to a neutral female one, dressed in a dark polo and black slacks, looking a bit like a waitress just off duty.&nbsp; Flipping long brown hair over her shoulder, Kumiho's female form snatched a neutral looking bag off the counter and hurried out the door.&nbsp; The thought of Tac 6 terrified Kumiho but he knew he himself was in no danger.&nbsp; Someone else was, and perhaps in the period of time before the unit could mobilize and make it downtown, Kumiho could help.<br><br>****************<br><br>Only moment later, Kumiho stepped out of a taxi a block away from the hotel, smiled at the driver and paid her fare.&nbsp; Glancing around casually she strolled toward the hotel building in an indirect manner, noting the police presence outside, attempting to stay inconspicuous, but covering all of the exits as well.&nbsp; Kumiho knew they would be afraid to be seen by whoever was inside, and possibly get themselves hurt.&nbsp; Two officers stood at the front door questioning someone who had tried to exit.&nbsp; But she figured they would be less concerned about someone needing to enter.&nbsp; With a quick thought Kumiho changed her outfit to something a hotel cleaner might wear and strolled straight toward the front door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 21:14:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> New York | August 9, 2017 | Starts around Noon, nearing night as it ends.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason<br><strong>Content:</strong> Moving on!<br><hr><br>The plane had made a stop at London, but Colette hadn't gotten off, there was no need to really. Pooch had been put back in their cage, it couldn't wander off anyway but she wasn't going to let the little sod eat all her hair and with no food for them they'd gotten bored of Colette fast. Flight creeped her out too, there wasn't any animals up in the air she could feel, just her and Pooch. Even the faint background hum of bug thoughts from inside the planes cavities had dropped off as the plane had gotten higher and anything not pressurized had dropped to temperatures way below freezing. Instead she just had to wait for the flight to arrive in Los Angeles, it was a long wait yet.<br><br>She'd settled in for a good sleep inside her towel pile, carrying that metal case around was making her arm cramp up and she was pretty sure it was going to be a long day when they finally landed. They had hours to go yet.<br><br><hr><br>Colette was out like a light by the time they'd finally touched down in New York, in fact she was only finally woken when a luggage attendant began yelling at finding her. Eyes snapping open the jarring sensation of new animals filled her senses but she pushed that all aside for now, she'd have to think fast. <br><br>"Hi!" she tried, sitting up straight fast and banging her head on the corner of a suitcase. Fucking hurt! But she blinked back the pain and gave an awkward laugh instead, rubbing her neck with her free hand. The luggage attendant was a woman in her late thirties with long blonde hair tied into a ponytail under a yellow hard hat and a bad case of the freckles. Their eyes were wide as dinner plates right now, staring at the French Redhead who'd somehow turned up where only cat coughing up hairballs and a bunch of suitcases should be.<br><br>"So. You're probably wondering why I'm here." Colette said, shifting the metal case up to her side. The darn tape had held her fast to the handle at least, but damn if it didn't make it awkward to move in a cramped space. This was going to require tact, guile and all her cunning.<br><br>"I'm an internationally wanted criminal, carrying a bomb and I have such a cramped forearm right now. Is that going to be a problem?"<br><br>It had been a really long flight. She needed coffee before that tact and guile thing came back. Instead she was making the flight attendants eyes just bug out more. Sliding out of the compartment Collete shook her head and leaned forward to give them a quick kiss on the cheek. <br><br>"You're probably going to get some time off for this." she said as the attendant began to stammer a reply, pressing a finger to their lips and slipping a small wad of notes into their overalls pockets. "Best I can do. Ten second headstart?"<br><br>She got about five before the yelling started, but before any security could descend on her the local birds descended first and the airport was sent into total chaos as suddenly a few thousand people had to deal with literally anything edible being stolen by a ravenous horde of feathered fiends. By the time the freckled flight attendant had managed to tell someone just what had happened to her she was long gone. Using birds to solve a problem twice in one day made Colette feel a little uncreative, but honestly jetlag was a bitch enough right now to deal with, even with an enhanced physiology. She needed to find an animal immune to that someday, that'd be the best animal ever.<br><br><hr><br>After answering his doorbell, Jason would find Colette with a metal case tied to her hand and hair still a little wet from a very vigorous shower. She'd gotten a "I &lt;3 NY" T-shirt and a pair of new jeans that hugged her so tight they looked like they'd been painted on. Colette gave him a little curtsy and smiled<br><br>"Bonjour Jason! You are not going to believe the day I've had. Would you mind solving a case for me?" she said, lifting the metal briefcase and shaking it "It'd be really appreciated"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 06:05:17</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Inerrant Lust, WardenIce, Orange Marmalade</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Agent Lancaster</span><br>Terre Haute, IN | August 3, 2017 | 2 PM PST<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">(Kyle Carnes)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Three standard issue GMC Denali's rolled up in front of the Carnes residence. They drifted in some kind of well organized, highly trained line. Once parked the doors popped open, all four on the front and back vehicles while only the driver passenger and street side back door opened on the middle. Eleven well dressed – full suits, ties, sunglasses and completed by the fancy little ear pieces – men and women stepped out. Two of them men took up wide positions on the side walk, about a car length ahead and behind the forward and rear car. A group of five of them walked right up to the front door and knocked heavily on the front door. Two of the remaining agents took up positions in the front of the house, both looking inward. The final two moved around the house towards the back yard.<br><br>“Excuse me miss Carnes?” The lead man said to the woman when the door was finally pulled open. His companions held back a couple of feet as to not crowd the door. “We're looking for Kyle.” He said next, without offering much of an explanation.<br><br>“Uhm, what is this about?” She inquired, shaking her head before offering anything up in return. “Who are you?”<br><br>The mans face remained completely unphased. He reached into his coat and pulled out a nice leather identification holder and flipped it open to reveal his credentials. “I'm agent Lancaster, and I work for the federal government, ma'am. You needn't worry, your boy isn't in any trouble. Quite the opposite, actually. We have an opportu-” Agent Lancaster suddenly stopped talking as he listened in to the voice that came through in his ear. He quickly turned on his heels to see what his associate had said. There was Kyle on his bike, just home from school no doubt. “That'll be all ma'am.” He said, overly dismissive to Kyle's mother. <br><br>Lancaster moved off the front porch and started crossing the yard towards Kyle. Before his mother could put up much of a protest and get out, one of the agents that had been with Lancaster moved forward and prevented her from exiting the building.<br><br>“Kyle Carnes,” Lancaster called as he approached, stopping just shy of the boy. “I'm agent Lancaster, and we have a very sensitive matter that we believe you can help us with.” His lips curled into perhaps the most forced smile ever worn upon a mans face. “We can brief you on the way, but it's important that you come with us quickly.”<br><br></span></span><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 06:19:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cinedesuperheroes.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/black-panther-chadwick-boseman-t-challa-marvel-disney-captain-america-civil-war-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elijah Brandt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370187#msg12370187)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Recon &gt; Mission Start<br><hr><br>Out of all the jobs he did, security was usually the easiest. And when it was for a guy who was just stupid rich, but not actually famous...well then it was basically a free paycheck. He was in Seattle for the Seahawks game that weekend. His boss was an oil baron with a fierce love for the team, and a fiercer love of hard partying. Tonight, despite being paid in full, Eli was off the clock. The reason being his boss Sahir had snorted half of Columbia up his nose last night and fucked about seven women and a guy before passing out. He was still sleeping it off, so they didn't have any need for Eli's special skills. So he was in his suite playing video games with the black, newest official police scanner, on and intercepting calls. Most of the stuff he ignored. B&amp;E's, grand theft auto, gang violence.<br><br>&nbsp;It wasn't like that was beneath him or anything, but even he wasn't fast enough to stop every mugging in Seattle all at the same time. When a bunch of chatter started going back and forth about some Evolved and Tac 6. Well that made him hit pause. He took a listen, and from what he gathered, the cops were holding position around some Evolved they found, waiting for the Tacs to show up and do what they did. Whether that meant snatching them up and taking them for their own, or just shooting them on the shitter like Tywin Lannister; it didn't matter to him.<br><br>&nbsp;He just knew that tonight, they wouldn't have their way. The good thing about the higher end hotel suites was that a lot of them tended to have balconies. And a balcony went an extremely easy way down to the street. "Okay. Time to go to work." Stepping onto the balcony, he cracked his neck and limbered up. Then his eyes started to glow blue and sparks danced on his skin. An owl was flying by the window as he charged up, and when he was full, the creature was frozen in Eli's eyes. He loved his powers. Turning, he hopped off the balcony and landed on the side of the hotel, running straight down on the stone so he didn't shatter the glass beneath his feet. <br><br>It didn't take long for him to navigate the city to that rinky dink hotel, and when he arrived, he was suddenly standing on a roof across the street, binoculars in his hand to survey the scene. Standard police procedure. They had guys strategically placed at all logical exit routes, but they weren't close enough to seem like they were going for the kill. Because they weren't. They were glorified security guards until Tac 6 showed up. Buuuuut, that meant he had practically free reign of the place if he could juuuuust.<br><br>&nbsp;He vanished from his overwatch position, only to reappear a few seconds later on street level dressed as a police officer. The station wasn't too far away. With his gear impeccable, he strolled right onto the scene, acting casual and drawing no attention to himself. He just so happened to show up around the same time as a cleaning lady was walking to the front door. Maybe she was starting her shift. "Here, let me get that for you, ma'am," he spoke up in a raspy voice before jogging to the door and holding it open with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 06:48:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/max_thieriot/fotos/5604/max_thieriot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kyle Carnes<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 2 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jairaq, Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> Drama<br><hr><br>Kyle was still on his bike even after Agent Lancaster introduced himself and approached him. His eyes darted to the others... five of them out front, government types. Two more on the side walk and another two in front. Probably more in the back. He took the time to count them, which wasn't much time at all. Did they have guns? He couldn't be sure. Probably. He could rewind right now, give himself... maybe about fourteen backwards but then he'd still have forward momentum on his bike. It'd only be a few dozen feet anyways. He looked past them at his mother, her sweet face... One of the agents was keeping her from coming out. They were here for him, no doubt. This wasn't some prestigious scholarship opportunity or something like that- not with the way they looked and the way they surrounded his home.<br><br>They were Tac 6. They quarantined entire neighborhoods to find Evolved... were dedicated to protecting the public from them. Kyle never thought that it would come to this. He couldn't do any of that crazy stuff that he'd read about- he couldn't even harm anyone with his abilities! How had they even found out? <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Did someone at school see him? </span><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">Had he gotten too cocky?</span><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size"> Was it during last period? </span><span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">Maybe the glare off his teacher's glasses tricked him into thinking that he wasn't looking at him.</span> <span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size">School had just started, so it had to have been someone from St. John's.</span> <span style="font-size: 3pt;" class="bbc_size">This was a waste of contemplation, it was better to think about the present.</span> <span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size">They probably didn't know what exactly he was capable of.</span> <span style="font-size: 1pt;" class="bbc_size">They didn't send in a tank and they didn't send in just one person, so Tac 6 must have assessed him as a moderate threat unless this was standard procedure...</span><br><br>The questions and ruminations whirled around in Kyle's brain more and more, on and on before he looked up and swallowed the lump in his throat a moment after the Agent had finished speaking, "I know who you are. I'll go with you peacefully, whatever it is you want, but you have to leave my mom and dad out of this." He instinctively clutched hard at the handlebars, his fingers audibly squeezing the thin plastic coverings. In truth, he was terrified. Only his body just hadn't caught up to the fear yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 07:33:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/mtv-teenwolf/images/1/18/Scott_McCall_-_Season_3B.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140328000254)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Ken Aldrin<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Fransisco, CA | August 9, 2017 | 8 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Michael Foste<br><strong>Content:</strong> Investigating the mysterious text<br><hr><br>More than twelve hours ago, Ken received a strange text message on his cellphone.&nbsp; The text was strange for a number of reasons.&nbsp; For one... how did they get his number?&nbsp; He ditched his old phone five years ago, after he started going on the run.&nbsp; He had switched to a different, encrypted and untraceable phone since then and hadn't done much to add to his contact list.&nbsp; The number of people who should know his new number could be counted on one hand.<br><br>Of course, one of the first assumptions he made was that this was some sort of crank call.&nbsp; From... who, though?&nbsp; The number shouldn't be found in any phone book or other forms of directory.&nbsp; Maybe it was a trap set by TAC 6?<br><br>Whatever the case, he needed to find out what this text message was all about.&nbsp; For this reason, he arrived at the location a little earlier than he was supposed to.&nbsp; Using his extra time, he scoped out the area, taking care not to get too close to the designated meeting place before the designated time.&nbsp; He took care to check out the higher areas.&nbsp; Any place where a sniper may choose to take him out from afar.&nbsp; He paid close attention to anyone who lingered a little too long in the area, just in case there were undercover agents among the crowd.<br><br>Five years of being on the run has been the young scientist a little on edge.&nbsp; He had to pay close attention to his surroundings.&nbsp; Even with his accelerated perception of time, if he missed even a single detail, he could end up getting taken out through ambush, just like that.<br><br>Satisfied that whoever contacted him was most likely acting alone, he made his way to the designated meeting spot at the designated time.&nbsp; He didn't have to wait long before he felt Dr. Foste's hand on his wrist.<br><br>Dr. Michael Foste.&nbsp; Of course, Ken remembered him from the IVC project all those years ago.&nbsp; It's been ten years, but the project had become so ingrained in his own research that he remembered quite a bit quite vividly.&nbsp; He remembered Foste as one of the supervisors, who was given that position due to his experience and expertise.&nbsp; He never actually worked together with the man, but it was hard to forget such a distinctive voice.<br><br>Still a little suspicious, Ken kept his eyes open, keeping his head down as Foste requested on the way to... where, exactly?<br><br>Once they were in the washroom, Foste started checking to stalls to make sure that they were alone.&nbsp; Ken glanced toward the door when he was asked not to let anyone in.&nbsp; Shrugging, he walked over and locked the door from the inside.<br><br>Turning his attention back on Foste, Ken asked, "What's this about, Dr. Foste?&nbsp; Why did you contact me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 08:13:52</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Inerrant Lust, WardenIce, Orange Marmalade</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Agent Lancaster</span><br>Terre Haute, IN | August 3, 2017 | 2 PM PST<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">(Kyle Carnes, Deva, Host)</span></strong><br>Lancaster nodded his head when Kyle proposed that he knew who they were. “We've got no business with your parents, Kyle.” He confirmed for the boy, “If you don't give us any issues, then we don't need to start any.” He stepped to the side and gestured with his hand towards the center Denali. “I'm afraid you're going to have to leave the bike.” Lancaster clearly had no appreciation for Kyle's intelligence, because he spoke to him as if he were a child.<br><br>The agent near by on the law – the one who had spotted him initially – brought up his left sleeve and murmured something almost inaudible into it. The entire group of agents began to collapse back towards the car. The entire group except for the agent who had been keeping Kyle's mother in the house, he remind stationed right where he was. “Agent McKeen will just be making sure that your mother doesn't cause any trouble while we leave. You have my word, we've got no intention of harming her. Now if you'd please come along with me... We have somewhere to be.”<br><br>The agents who had taken up positions on the sidewalks moved towards the driver doors of the front and back Denali's. One of the law dwellers went to drive the center one. The two agents from the back yard slowly made their way towards the rear most car, as well as the other lawn dweller. The three remaining agents who had followed Lancaster to the door all went for the forward car. Which meant that only Kyle, Lancaster and the driver would be in the center car.<br><br></span><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 08:29:05</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Deathnote</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Michael Foste</span><br>San Fransisco, CA | August 9, 2017 | 8 PM PST<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">(Ken Aldrin)</span></strong><br>“They found it, Ken.” He said, eyes gone wide. <br><br>Michael turned away from the young man and went to one of the sinks. He leaned forward, heavily, on it as if he were out of breath. The night had clearly taken its toll on him. His fingers wrapped around the porcelain and he hung his head in something of defeat, heaving a heavy sigh. “You were... Younger then,” He mumbled, chuckling quietly to himself. “Years have treated you well, Ken. Never mind that.” He said, slowly pushing himself up straight enough to stare at himself in the mirror.<br><br>“I know.” He whispered at first, hardly loud enough to be heard. His body trembled lightly, and his eyes caught Ken's reflection in the mirror. This time when he spoke he did so more clearly, though with obvious reservation, “I know about you, Ken Aldrin. About what you can do.”<br><br>He quickly held up a hand with his palm flat, showing that he meant no harm. “But please, you have to listen to me. I... You're the only one who can...” He was exciting himself too much; a deep cough lunged from his lungs, sending him bending over and slouching all of his weight into the sink while he gave his best efforts to not hacking up an internal organ that he might need later. He raised a hand and pounded on his chest roughly until finally he was able to catch his breath again; he waved his hand lightly to dismiss any concern. “Lung cancer. They say I've only got a couple of months.” The irony of that situation was very clearly not lost on him.<br><br>“Never mind any of that,” He digressed yet again. He turned himself around so that he was looking at Ken full on. His eyes were tired. Not physically, but his soul was weary. “Did you ever stop to wonder why there were so many of us there in that facility? So many different specialties?” Michael shook his head, his heavy brow knitting together with frustration. “You were younger back then, didn't have the know how to be part of the crowd who knew there was more going on... But I was. You were part of Dr. Hawk's team, working on IVC, and it's true that's where most of the resources were going... But...” He trailed off, tearing his eyes away from the younger man. “That wasn't the only thing that was being researched.”<br><br></span><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 21:38:28</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://prohairstylist.com.au/wp-content/gallery/american-crew-winners-face-off-2011/model-winner_hair-machine-carlo-ceravolo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Boston, MA | August 14, 2017 | 8:45 AM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dalys Armstrong Jr.<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr>The illusive Mr. M had purposely waited for one of Dalys' days off – there was no need to be an inconvenience to the mans daily life. He'd even waited for a reasonable hour to roll around, truth be told M had wanted to have this meeting over two hours prior but there was again no sense in disturbing the man while he was sleeping. Hopefully Dalys wasn't an early riser, otherwise M might have felt like a fool for waiting as long as he did.<br><br>For todays little adventure M had selected himself a fine blue suit (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ-r6VtKAO0gvWtlUeVFWdUy3yl1xKguC6odvzCAKpZq8DMTr_Bkw) that really did well to bring out the dark of his eyes. Not that he was looking to impress anyone, but there was no sense doing business looking like a scrub. He brought up his wrist and peered down at the expensive looking watch hooked to his wrist and waited until it clicked over to eight forty-five on the dot; then he reached out with that hand and rapped a solid three times on the door. <br><br>In addition to his suit, fancy watch and shoes he had two other particularly distinguishing things about him. First the darks of his eyes couldn't be brought out well enough because they couldn't be seen; M wore a pair of thin framed extra dark sunglasses over his eyes, with lenses wide enough that they did well to obscure even the structure of his eyes – pulling him out of a mug book would have been extraordinarily difficult. It was the fine metal briefcase in his hand that made him seem like some sort of government agent – or maybe a very well dressed, his suit wasn't cheap, traveling salesmen. The case hung fairly loosely in his hand, draped in the cup of his fingers.<br><br>As soon as the door opened M spoke up, hardly allowing any time to take in the fact that he was there, “Mr. Armstrong,” M began, but then shook his head, “Can I call you Xavier, that is what you prefer right? Either way, you can call me M, and I have a mission that you are uniquely qualified to handle. Interested?”<br><br>M waited for a brief moment to let his sudden verbal prose set in, before sliding in the big trumping factor, “Marine, we've got a soldier that needs to be brought home.”<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 02:02:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/max_thieriot/fotos/5604/max_thieriot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kyle Carnes<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 2 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jairaq, Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tension<br><hr><br>"Yeah, yeah." Kyle groused, swinging his leg off of his bicycle and starting to move over to the garage where he could put it away. He only took a step before he realized that they didn't have that kind of patience, and that there was a possibility he wasn't coming back... at least not any time soon.<br><br>The young man entered the car, sitting in the back as he assumed they'd expect of him. He stared at the door lock sardonically, waiting for the thunk of the mechanism to kick in, imprisoning him there.<br><br>"You know." He started, staring right at Lancaster through the rear-view mirror, "If you have to keep a guy behind to make sure someone's mother doesn't 'cause any trouble.' ...a reasonable person would assume you're up to no good. A reasonable person might assume that there <em>is</em> no sensitive matter that you'd like them to help you with."<br><br>Kyle looked out the window and sighed, then leaned his head back and put his hands up to his face and inhaled deeply against his palms. For all his sarcastic bravado, it was more to calm himself down than to really show any antagonism. He didn't have anything against Tac 6. Sure, there were <em>rumors</em>... but none of that mattered to him. All he wanted was to go to school...<br><br><em>There</em> it was. His heart started to beat faster, catching up to the situation. The SUV was a little dark, too... tinted windows and all. His eyes would take a while to adjust. These thoughts occupied more than any other contemplations. He could theorize and hypothesize for minutes about what was going to happen to him or what they might have planned for, but that would have been time poorly spent with the lack of information he currently had at his disposal...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 04:01:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FT0LnKc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Panic<br><hr>At every entry and exit point police were taking inventory. They didn’t stop anyone entering but they sure as heck didn’t let anyone leave. At the front entry there were more than a few recent check-outs that were complaining about this very thing but, as you would expect, the five O had their bases covered. No one could argue with them when they claimed that a child had gone missing in the hotel and they couldn’t let anyone leave until they’d either found said child or checked every nook and cranny. After hearing something like that most people were content to go sit and wait in the lobby, even if a bit begrudgingly.&nbsp; <br><br>Both Kumiho and Eli slipped inside easily enough, and only Elijah was truly given another glance. Neither officer recognized him but the fact that he was a tall black male and not two short blonde females was really the only thing that allowed him to get by without question - Had they dealt with more Evolved before they might have known what a rookie mistake that was. The inside of the rinky dink motel was pretty much devoid of a police presence, however. The only other places they seemed to appear was in the elevator and one stood at the bottom of the stair well – which had no direct roof access point. Either way, they weren’t standing outside of any room, nor were they blocking off any single story. This was a decent indication that they had lost track of the girls as soon as they’d entered the building. Where they were among the 80 rooms spanning four stories was anyone’s guess, really. Except, well, the flickering lights between room 309 and 308 on the 3rd level could be a subtle indicator.<br><br>After all, 309 housed a very emotional and panicked photokinetic – not that any of them had any current way of knowing that though. ”He saw me!” Dara repeated again, but this time to answer Shae rather than simply beat at herself with it. She didn’t slow down either, Dara was still bouncing back and forth within the room like a superball on steroids. ”Jacob Kimble - <i>fuck</i> - and I panicked.” The woman’s voice cracked audibly as she dropped to a crouch and reached under one of the two bureau’s in the room to pull the thick manila envelope packed with their savings from where she’d stashed it between the runners before they’d left. In the long run it was honestly safer than putting it in safe hotels provided in every room. ”I knew him from high school in Detroit.” Well, that was mostly true at least. Shae didn’t have to know that Dara had been nothing but a terror to the poor guy – but then again Shae could probably figure that out herself. Dara was definitely a hard pill to swallow and she was way worse with all those teenaged hormones racing through her veins. <br><br>”He <i>knew</i>, Shae. He knew!” Of course he knew, it was all over the local news. When some foster kid steals their parent’s car, takes it out on a joy ride to another city where they find an entire family melted into goop on the floor and the car abandoned – yeah, that was kind of something really hard NOT to hear about. <br><br><i>God dammit</i>, she should have just dragged him off and apologized, maybe even tried to explain or <i>something</i> – but no, Dara’s first reaction was to punch him right smack in the face. <i>Fuck</i>. ”I don’t <i>want</i> to leave, Shae – we <i>have</i> to. Do you wanna end up locked up and experimented on like some kind of freak?” <i>Or worse</i>. Who the hell knew what Tac 6 did with their captives? There was sure a hell of a lot of speculation on it but no definitive answers as of yet. It wasn’t like Dara <i>wanted</i> to go either. The last thing she wanted was to force them to abandon the one true family they’d ever actually had. Sure, they weren’t related by blood but if Shae felt at all like Dara – and she was sure she did - then neither of them had felt quite as happy or at home as they were with <i>Womb Emergency</i>. Traveling had always been perfect for them too. It kept them on the move and out of Tac 6’s radar, but Dara just had to go and fuck it up, didn’t she? <br><br>She’d be spending the rest of her life trying to make it up to Shae if they got out of this alive and together. ”I panicked, okay! He saw me and the look on his face said everything. He even started to pull out his phone and I <i>panicked</i>. We <i>have</i> to leave.” She said this as she peered out the peephole in their door – which only preluded her open the door to peek her head out. Looked like the hall wasn’t filled with police or Tac 6 agents…<br><br>”Hurry up and pack!” She exclaimed as she shut the door behind her. <i>Fuck</i>, what a mess...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 04:32:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/wondersofthesandbox/images/b/bc/Rosie-Tupper-09.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shae Lux Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Unhealthy desires<br><hr><em>Do you wanna end up locked up and experimented on like some kind of freak?</em><br><br>That wasn't the first time that question had come up between them. It was one that Shae had asked herself a number of times before tonight. The answer almost always was a shaky no, but it always – every single time – made her think back to the Gardners. There really was no getting away from the fact that she was a freak, she had killed people. On more then a single occasion Shae had genuinely considered that being in the hands of Tac 6 would be better for everyone – herself included. Only once had she ever considered acting on it though, after a particularly rough binge. A pretty heavy hit of whatever she'd been given – truth be told her memory of what happened on that roof top before she got her high on was pretty hazy – and she turned into a bundle of self awareness. She'd almost made a rather public display of her powers, and if Dara hadn't gotten there to grab her off the roof edge and smack her back into this world, she'd have been a prisoner back then.<br><br>Since that situation though, Shae usually was satisfied that Dara didn't want her to be imprisoned. Paired with her general desire not to get poked at by guys in lab coats, or nudged around at gun point, she was content to not out herself.<br><br>That memory though roused a really awful feeling in her gut. Shae reached up to her cascading blond locks and twirled a strand around her finger before tugging it to her lips and suckling on it – a nervous reaction that she only ever did when she was jonesing for something. Sudden stress amped to eleven because of whatever Dara had done forcing them away from everything, plus the recollection of that night had her feeling twitchy. She swallowed heavily while nursing the strand of hair and turned away from Dara. “Kay...” She mumbled between tightly closed lips and shuffled towards her things.<br><br>Shae wasn't one to collect a lot of random possessions. Their life of moving around prevented it for starters, but she also felt no particular obligation to amass... stuff. Most of the things that were important to her she could carry in her pockets, or her back pack. She snatched up her suitcase with one hand and looked around the room for the stuff that she had spread out, starting to nab it all up and stuff it inside. “We've gotta tell 'em Dara.” She mumbled around her hair. “Can't just not tell them.” She continued, insistently. Even if it meant delaying their escape a couple of minutes, they had to say something. This wasn't something they could do over the phone, not after all this time.<br><br>She flipped the top of her suitcase closed and ripped the zipper around it to close it up. “Harm,” She said, pausing. Shae made a habit of never using their real names unless it was serious. That feeling building up in her was getting worse. As the situation processed further in her head, the stress was increased and she was becoming increasingly less comfortable. Chewing not just on her hair now, but also her bottom lip, she reached across herself and started to rub her left arm – her preferred arm for needles – and turned around. “Harm, the whispers are back.” She all but whispered across the room.<br><br>Now wasn't a good time for a break down relapse, but it wasn't as if she had any control over it all. The whispers, of course, were what Shae called those urges that called to her. They told her to find something, they begged to get used, they taunted her until she inevitably broke and Dara was left spending the next week – or longer, depending on the time in question – sobering her up and make sure she could get back in control of herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 04:49:52</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Inerrant Lust, WardenIce, Orange Marmalade</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Agent Lancaster</span><br>Terre Haute, IN | August 3, 2017 | 2 PM PST<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">(Kyle Carnes, Deva, Host)</span></strong><br>As if in time with his thoughts the driver clicked the button and snapped the lock down, trapping him in the vehicle. <br><br>Lancaster mused at Kyle's little thought, and he wasn't entirely inaccurate in his assessment of the situation. Still, appearances, “I'm sure an intelligent young man like yourself, Kyle, has heard what they say about making assumptions.” He retorted, and looked back at the boy through the aforementioned mirror. “Mothers can be... Over protective.” He offered as a feeble explanation to what they were doing, “Particularly over their young. More so when a dozen government agents pull up unexpectedly and whisk those young away. It's a safety precaution, for you, for us, and for her. I wouldn't read too much into it if I were you.”<br><br>He tugged up his arm and whispered “Let's go,” into whatever communications device was hidden near his wrist. On command the Denali's started in pretty close to unison and began to pull away from the house.<br><br>“The faster you can help us with our situation, the sooner we'll have you home Kyle.”<br><br>The lead car pulled onto the street and like the body of a snake the two behind it followed suit, weaving onto the little two way residential road. It wouldn't take them even five minutes before they were outside of the neighborhood and out on bigger, busier, more public streets.<br><br></span><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 20:02:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/evolved%20char%202_zpsxpnqdkip.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Muir Woods National Monument, California | August 6, 2017 | 10:05 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, James<br><strong>Content:</strong> On Top of the World<br><hr><br>Although she would never admit it, Julie had underestimated the rocky slope a little bit. She'd gladly blame the long journey and lack of sleep for it, but perhaps her body wasn't quite as strong as she would have liked, regardless of how much she'd pushed it day in, day out back in Africa. Which didn't mean that she was about to give up though; if anything, it made her all the more adamant to reach the top. The steep wall was covered in rough, bleached stone with tiny weeds sprouting in between. There seemed to be moss here and there, and more than once did her foot slip, making Julianne reconsider just how sensible it was to climb fifty feet without anyone around to help her should she fall down, breaking at least a few ribs and a limb or two on the way down. <br><br>Her hand reached out, finding a sturdy little ridge near the top. Julie was hoisting herself up to the top ledge with a slightly less feminine groan. By then there were several scratches on her upper arms and a tear in the side of her top. Her cheeks had flushed a heated red which could only partially be attributed to the rising temperature, and surely, by the time she had managed to struggle onto her knees and up on more horizontal surface, Julie was drawing laboured breaths and leaning her hands on her thighs, trying to get her heart to slow to a slower rhythm once more. It was then that she heard the voice coming from the ground below; perhaps someone had called her before, but Julie severely doubted that she would have heard it back then. Now her curiosity was piqued, however, and even though she was still breathing rapidly, the girl made a conscious effort to get up on her feet and slowly turn around again. She was still resting her hands right above her knees as she peered down the rock formation, catching sight of a man standing below. He looked athletic, and judging by the attire he wore he'd been out for a run, just like her. Well, not <em>just</em> like her; she reckoned he was a lot more acquainted with these redwoods than she was. <br><br>"I'm fine, but thanks for worrying about me," she breathed, a challenging grin appearing on her face to mirror the charming smile he flashed her. Julie was at least a little surprised to find someone else out here, so far away from the proper trails, let alone one who was, to put it as subtle as her mind would allow it, so easy on the eyes. "And I guess you could join me," she continued, the taunting undertone evident in her voice, "You know, if you hurry. I'm&nbsp; not going to be standing around here all day. There's a lot of forest to see!" <br><br>And with that she took a step back, only just remaining in view of the stranger below. The sight ahead of her was nothing short of breathtaking, and even though it took her a moment to tear her gaze from the man, ultimately Julie allowed herself to take in the view of what felt like a thousand of the tallest giants littering the land around her, all of them making imposing efforts to reach for the clouds. Even from this height she was barely at the halfway point of some, while most still towered far above her at dazzling height. Julie couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to climb one of the ancient redwoods, and a shudder of excitement ran along her spine. It was at this point that she became aware of the trickle of water behind her, and although her attention never truly deviated from the guy below - and she was really curious to see just how well he would fare at scaling the rocky slope - Julie did find herself turning briefly to look at the body of water. <br><br>The creek seemed eager to run along the higher ground, and it babbled happily alongside the ridge, its bank not twenty feet away. Julie found that it coursed somewhat lazily towards the east, only to disappear off the edge a stone's throw away. How she had not heard the rush of water before was beyond her, but the distinct rush of a waterfall hitting a deeper pool echoed into the forest, causing Julie to jump up in unfeigned delight. Bouncing on her toes, she had trouble keeping herself from heading off to explore right away and it was with a twinkle in her eyes that she glanced over the edge once more. "Hey good lookin', you gonna get up here or what?" she taunted. "I haven't got all day, you know." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 15:40:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/76/Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg/600px-Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Elijah<br><strong>Content:</strong> Double Panic<br><br>Kumiho registered the man who held the door for her but paid him little further attention once she was in the lobby itself.&nbsp; Pausing to adjust her shirt--unnecessary really since it was composed of the very stuff she was--she glanced around scoping out the situation.&nbsp; An officer stood at the elevator.&nbsp; It seemed they were determined to not let the Evolved out, whoever they were, but were not interested in moving in and engaging.&nbsp; That gave Kumiho time, though who knew how quickly the Tac 6 would get here.&nbsp; However, it didn't help Kumi know where to find the girls who were being trapped here inside the hotel.&nbsp; And she would need to find them quick before they got in the elevator, for instance, and ran right onto the arms of a cop.<br><br>Kumiho decided the stairs were the better option.&nbsp; If the targets knew they were being surrounded they would stay away from the elevator for sure.&nbsp; Passing the elevator and heading toward the stairwell door, Kumiho sighted another cop.&nbsp; However, this doorway was rather removed from the rest of the lobby, and the man guarding it was focused on the stair well itself.&nbsp; Taking one step out of the sight lines of the lobby, Kumiho's body rippled going in one instant from a brown-haired cleaning woman to a Tac 6 officer in appearance.&nbsp; Keeping his hand on the butt of his supposed weapon, Kumiho strode towards the stairwell door.&nbsp; <br><br>"Keep your eyes sharp," the dark-skinned, deep-voiced Tac 6 officer said to the police officer as he approached, seeing the man turn suddenly in surprise.&nbsp; Taking advantage of this moment of uncertainty, and the deference Kumiho knew was given to Tac 6, Kumiho stepped right to the door, opening it up and stepping into the stairwell.&nbsp; "Shit could get ugly any second.&nbsp; Do not let anyone out of this door, son."&nbsp; With a commanding nod, Kumiho swung the stairwell door shut and started up the steps at a jog.&nbsp; His hope was that the local cop would simply do as told and not put together that anything was funny until much later.&nbsp; Pausing at each level, Kumiho opened the hallway door and glanced out, trying to determine if there was a police presence on any hallway in particular.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 07:52:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/mtv-teenwolf/images/1/18/Scott_McCall_-_Season_3B.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140328000254)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Ken Aldrin<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Fransisco, CA | August 9, 2017 | 8 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Michael Foste<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking to Dr. Foste<br><hr><br>Alarms went off in Ken's head as soon as Foste said that he knew what he was.&nbsp; Foste knew that Ken was a speedster.&nbsp; Did that meant that this whole thing was a trap after all?&nbsp; No... if that were true, TAC 6 would've burst into this room by now.&nbsp; On the other hand, they might be biding their time, waiting for the right moment to strike.&nbsp; Even after Foste held his hands up in reassurance, the younger scientist wasn't about to let his guard down.&nbsp; Not after being on the run for five years.&nbsp; "What exactly is it you think I can do?"<br><br>When Foste started coughing up blood, however, Ken immediately became concerned and rushed over to help, but his offer of assistance was turned down with a dismissive wave.&nbsp; Of course.&nbsp; The whole point of IVC was to cure cancer, but that turned out to be a failure.&nbsp; Ken wondered just how long Foste had been battling cancer and if it had anything to do with the IVC project.&nbsp; It's been nearly ten years, though.&nbsp; Maybe the tumor was benign until just recently?&nbsp; In any case, if Foste only had two months left, that meant the cancer had already spread extensively by this point.&nbsp; His chances of surviving...<br><br>When the large number of scientists from different specialties was brought up, Ken thought back to the project and the people who were working on it.&nbsp; True, there were a large number of people, but it was a huge project that involved curing cancer.&nbsp; Of course a lot of people were going to get involved with something of <em>that</em> magnitude.&nbsp; He saw a lot of people and small snippets of the other parts of the project, but as an entry-level research assistant back then, Ken didn't have a whole lot of access.&nbsp; He didn't have a view of the whole scope of the project.&nbsp; Even Dr. Hawk's research data felt like just the tip of the iceberg.<br><br>"I thought... I thought that it was because it was also a space project," Ken replied, as he tried to remember what was going on back then.&nbsp; "Drones were being sent up into space.&nbsp; The IVC was being spread all over the planet, so there would be ecological concerns as well.&nbsp; If the drones proved to be a success, they could then be re-purposed to help cure other kinds of diseases and administer vaccinations.&nbsp; I just thought there were so many scientists from so many different specialties because the project was just that huge to begin with."<br><br>Ken stared back at the older scientist, thoughts running through his brain a thousand times a second.&nbsp; "Dr. Foste, I suspected it before, but... the Evolved.&nbsp; Was that... deliberate?&nbsp; I've analyzed the virus myself and there's just way too many things that didn't add up."<br><br>He took a deep breath as he silently processed the information he was being given.&nbsp; Information that may or may not confirm his own hypothesis about the IVC project.&nbsp; "What else was being researched?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 16:08:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f3/6f/09/f36f09bc623979bf3d4a4d2dabd81153.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952) <br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | 8/6/17| 10 p.m.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shorts and Tank Top | Sandals &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/78/16/71/781671e6c2ca0efdc18939663afd20f5.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250450.msg12386437#msg12386437)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Making Money</em><br><hr><br>Bob, her boss, instructed her to wear something attractive for the potentially lucrative occasion. He recommended, in his usual blunt manner, one of those conservative but flirty summer dresses, with the frilly edges and silk bow belt, preferably with nothing but what the Lord blessed her with underneath. His comments did not end there. He then stated she should doll up her pale face; be heavy-handed with the foundation, eyeshadow, and other crap women liked to smear across their skin. <em>Don’t forget to make those big lips of yours pucker.</em> Most importantly, Bob mentioned for her to keep that venomous mouth of hers closed and just smile until it was time to do something other than talk with it. <br><br>In response, Billie only had two words for him. <br><br><em>Fuck off.</em><br>&nbsp;<br>She pulled some loose fitting, dark denim shorts up her thighs and then yanked a dark brown halter top over the top of her head, not bothering with a bra. A quick comb of her fingertips tucked her lifeless hair into a messy ponytail as she did not have the patience for a more elaborate style. Why bother? It would be ruined by the end of the night. <br><br>Cigarette burning between her pouty lips, Billie headed out into the thick humidity and then unlocked the door of her nearby hooptie. The car was something to get her from Point A to Point B without much fuss. Sometimes, it worked; and other times, she ended up cursing the piece of shit while stranded on the side of the road, waiting for some cheap lowlife to help her bring it back to life. <br><br>The drive was a completely silent one; her car’s radio did not create anything worth hearing, only static played from the dusty speakers when she bothered to turn the volume knob up from being muted. Purchasing CDs from the local bootleg man was not an option either. The ancient car was too old and did not have a CD slot. Every now and then, smoke escaped her mouth before she eventually let the blowing wind take the still burning butt end of the cigarette as she tossed it out of the window. <br><br>Turn signal flashing into the surrounding darkness, dark cerulean hues quietly accessed the outside of the nightclub. It was packed, from front to back, with vehicles parked bumper to bumper. Licensed plates, found within it, were more varied than what you could find in a Walmart situated along the freeway. A sharp shriek cut through the night as she swung open her door and then stepped out onto the freshly mowed lawn. Already, Billie could hear the more familiar sound of celebration and inebriated men from inside of the building and more prominently coming from the backyard.&nbsp; <br><br>Hips swinging, she stroke determinedly towards the front door, unconcerned about the presence of burly men standing guard at the front door. Her arched eyebrows did lift a fraction when she noticed them shooing away a group of gangly young men. <br><br>Not everyone would be granted admission to the notorious gathering. <br><br>“The fuck are you?” One of them asked in an uninterested tone as he stared her up and down, not impressed by her choice of attire.<br><br>Some women, in her profession, might have taken that moment to do something dramatic, speak in a sultry tone intended to make his cock stand at attention. <br><br>“Billie Jean,” she replied in the same monotone voice, folding her arms across her chest as she tapped her foot impatiently against the ground. “Before you ask a shit ton of other questions, I’m one of Bob’s girls.”&nbsp; <br><br>“You’re not dressed like the rest who walked up in here.” The other guard accused, not even mildly amused by her attitude. <br><br>“This ain’t fucking kindergarten,” Billie snarled the response through gritted teeth, more irritated at the revelation of the other girls listening to Bob than the men’s pestering questions. Inhaling deep through her nostrils to calm her rising temper, she continued more civilly, “I wear what I want. Now, if you boys are done, I got work to do.”<br><br>For a few seconds, she truly believed they would send her skinny behind packing back to her car but then one of them gestured for her to head inside with a nod of his head as the other opened the door. Billie flashed them a smile before she made a beeline through the open door. Sure enough, the dumb broads from her strip joint were dressed like they were from some godawful 80s movie. She shook her head from side to side, not bothering to wave back when one of them tried to acknowledge her. <br><br>There were plenty of prospects around the room, pretty much all of them were drunk off their ass or well on their way to becoming so. Despite their rough exterior, she had little doubt they had deep pockets. If she played her hand right, she’d make a killing. However, unlike some of the other girls, who were already flashing their tits and doing other provocative deeds, her first priority was not finding the nearest cock to ride in some darken corner or in public if necessary. It was filling her growling stomach with some of the barbeque she smelled and drinking some beer. <br><br>Navigating through the somewhat rowdy crowd without difficulty, Billie made her way over to the food table, assessing its offerings, before she grabbed a plastic plate and begun piling food atop it. No doubt people would think her wasteful and unable to eat all the crap she put on it but she would put those thoughts to the coffin. Sitting down in one of the chairs, she brought the rib up to her mouth and took a bite. An approving groan escaped her mouth as a result. <br><br>It was then a dark haired biker approached her with a beer in his hand.&nbsp; Her gaze roamed across his face before she gestured with barbeque covered fingertips for him to sit it down on the table. Licking her fingers clean, Billie brought the mug up to her mouth and took a deep gulp. <br><br>Whatever they had in the mug was a strong concoction and she struggled to swallow it. Mentally, she made a note not to have another one or else she might end up passed out. “Damn,” she said with a little chuckle. “Can’t chug that down, can you?” Billie then tilted her head to the side, staring at him, before she took a scoop of her potato salad and brought it to her mouth. “This isn’t a pickup like or anything like that. I don’t have time for that shit. You look familiar. Not sure where I might have seen you though. I know it wasn’t here.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 20:01:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thedishh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/Screen-Shot-2016-02-17-at-7.12.12-PM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dhavali Tucker &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369964#msg12369964)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | 8/4/17| 6:30 a.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Billie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952) | Emily (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12366180#msg12366180) (mentioned and welcome to join!)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Um... nude banana?<br><hr>Her mind was WIDE awake. Despite the hour and severe lack of actual sleep, her mind, now roused by her <em>loving</em> sister's text messages, was operating in crystal sharp H-freaking-D. On crack! She knew there was no God but right about now she was seriously contemplating praying to whoever would listen if they could equip her ever whirring brain with a "sleep" or "hibernate" function. Like seriously.<br><br>Vali's body could--and did--tire but her brain... Goodness! Bombarded by signal after signal that became increasingly difficult to block as she tired, sleep seemed only to offer its sweet salvation once she'd hit a certain level of exhaustion and not a moment before. It was... inconvenient at best but not just for her. The extra hours spent up and running meant there were so many more people whose lives she managed to touch on a daily basis--which she knew not everyone appreciated. <br><br>Sighing softly the slim brunette set about extracting herself from the nest of colorful pillows and blankets that was her bed. During the summer months she tended to only cover herself with a light sheet but her blankets remained on the bed beneath her in a comfortable pad that she liked to pretend was luxurious rather than simply excessive. Largely ignoring the growing collage that made up her bedroom walls, she shuffled her mostly nude form over to the old recliner in the corner and snatched up an old tee to cover herself. Or, well, it covered the important bits at least. Which she discovered as she pulled the shirt down only to reache mid torso and run out of fabric. Blinking at the abrupt end, she shrugged and figured that even with half a shirt and the tiny shorts with their cheerful message across her behind she'd still be more covered than Billie the wannabe nudist. <br><br>Sleep tousled hair... Scratch that. Tossing and turning tousled hair--that was a thing right?--was left as it was as Dhavali glanced at the clock then headed for her bedroom door, snagging her no longer necessary glasses as she went. Emerging from her room she contemplated checking to see if her roomie might be up for something resembling breakfast but decided to let the girl sleep. At least one of them should get to enjoy the warm, dreamy embrace of slumber if they could. <br><br>Moving away Vali padded her way first to the front door to unlock it with a few fumbled flicks of her wrist then proceeded to the kitchen, her bare feet stepping onto the linoleum just as she heard the commotion outside. For a second she almost crossed back to the door to snatch her sister inside before her shenanigans got them evicted but in the end she simply shook her head and slipped on her glasses. Corralling Billie was more than she could handle before her first cup of coffee. <br><br>By the time her sister felt she had sufficiently shamed their neighbor, Vali had grabbed a banana and was halfway through peeling it, her hip leaned casually against the counter while she balanced on one foot, the other resting atop it while she did her best to ignore the various signals streaming by her face.<br><br>"I think the whole floor is aware you're here." Vali returned with a snort after her sister's loud announcement of her arrival, though she didn't look up. "Wanna try for the next building over too?" Probably a poor choice of words in her flippancy but oh well. She had more important things to worry about at present. Like managing to peel her banana without leaving any of those nasty stringy bits on it. Ugh.<br><br>Her concentration was evident in the set of her dark brown gaze as her hands moved slowly to ensure she didn't break her banana in the process. Finally completing her task, she set the full banana peel aside for the moment and broke a small piece of the now nude fruit off to toss into her mouth casually after her moment of snark. Except she missed her mouth, the piece striking her lip and tumbling down to her chest before bouncing off and onto the floor pitifully as her eyes noticed Billie was carrying two cups that appeared to be already full and steaming.<br><br>Suspicion clouded her gaze and crinkled her brow even while her taste buds seemed to come instantly to attention and anticipation coiled warmly in her belly. Mmhmm, it was just like <em>that</em>. <br><br>"What... what is that?" She prodded as she leaned over with the intention to clean up her mess. She already knew what it was of course but Billie knew how she was about coffee. The addiction was real. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>12-06-2016, 03:21:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6dSfWzO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Martinez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388433#msg12388433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Muir Woods National Monument, California | August 6, 2017 | 10:11 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie (Closed)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Flirtation already? Sure.<br><hr><br>James had taken note of how she appeared to struggle some, as she had climbed. He had smirked, while watching. Part of him, of course, felt a bit of worry for her. Yet, it had been obvious looking at her, that she had been determined. In the end, it had paid off. He had smiled, pleased. He liked her determination. It had been endearing. It reminded him a little of Anna. A quick flash of thought had occurred to him then. How much more was she like Anna?<br><br>At her thanks, James had tipped his head down a little. Then he he moved a little closer, peering up at her as she peered down at him. She looked winded, but excited to have made it up top. James noted the challenging tone in her voice. His lips quirked. <br><br>“I'll be up in a moment,” he said. Lowering his head as he grinned. <br><br>James walked up to the rock face and gave it a few momentary glances as he looked for the best place to climb up. Climbing was as much about body strength and technique, as it was about simply locating the best location from which to start, and what path to head up. Even the best climbers would quickly find themselves grounded without the proper prep. With his destination and path chosen, he took it slow at first then found his rhythm and moved up at a steady speed. Nothing very fast, but still faster than Julie had managed. <br><br>Rock climbing had never been James' passion. But he was as good at free climbing, as one could expect, for someone who didn't spend a lot of time doing it. He didn't do the really dangerous kind, though. Really, even the climb Julie had just done, could have killed her should she have landed the wrong way. Still, he considered it no more dangerous than driving or walking the sidewalk. He enjoyed the occasional climb, but preferred a good hike on the ground. Even a full-contact sparring match with Anna, was a choice above, and she hit damned hard. Fortunately for him, he knew how to evade her hay makers. Running the tournaments for several years had taught him the techniques and tricks. Brute force didn't get anyone anywhere in the tournament scene. Not that Anna's style meant little in the real world. Few had the skill to stand toe-to-toe with her.<br><br>When Julie called him good lookin', James laughed. Mildly surprised. He hadn't expected the flirtation to begin so soon. If at all. “Oh, why thank you,” he replied with a his volume raised a little. “You looked pretty good, yourself, from what I could see from down yonder.” <br><br>His hands made the last few grabs. His feet shifted up and into their perches, and James ascended up and over. Onto the top he came and stood to his full five foot nine inches height. Smiling at her. Breathing quite normally. <br><br>“Now that I can see you in person, you are indeed attractive.” He gave a charming smile then laughed lightly. Intent upon keeping the mood easy going.<br><br>“So, who do I have the pleasure of not rescuing? I'm James,” he offered in exchange for her name.<br><br>He walked up to within a few feet of her and gave a brief glance about before looking back at her. Waiting. “Oh and if you want to keep exploring, by all means. I'll follow.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>12-06-2016, 04:30:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cinedesuperheroes.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/black-panther-chadwick-boseman-t-challa-marvel-disney-captain-america-civil-war-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elijah Brandt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370187#msg12370187)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Recon &gt; Mission Start<br><hr><br>He'd done plenty of ops where stealth and infiltration were key to success. This...was a lot easier than those. When it came to Tac 6, their power was practically unlimited, so the people who answered to them in any situation tended to do exactly what the Tac's wanted and nothing more, nothing less. He didn't "look" like an Evolved. He didn't act like one. He just looked like one of the hundreds of cops assigned to the area who was coming into the hotel. And if things did go bad, he'd be gone before they even knew he was there.<br><br>&nbsp;He and the maid got seperated, but he wasn't paying much attention to her. He was trying to figure the best way to get upstairs and look around. The elevators were off limits of course. That left the stairs, and outside entry. Well the problem with the outside was that he'd have to break into a room. A lot more problems than he wanted to deal with. "Stairs it is," he muttered to himself before heading into a bathroom with his head down and hat covering much of his face. The bathroom was empty, which meant he had free reign to get ready. <br><br>So he backed up to the wall, and drained the power from the bathroom for a bit of a boost. Then he leaned forward and took off. His speed would be the stuff of legend if anyone could react to it. Instead, he walked by one of the cops standing guard at the bottom of a stairwell. At his speed, the man was frozen in place and would feel a breeze when time resumed for him, but nothing more. He had no way of knowing where the Evolved were, because neither the cops nor Tac 6 knew. However, someone as fast as him could do a whole lot in a little time. Like search the four floors of the hotel for anything suspicious.<br><br>&nbsp;He couldn't just break into rooms(even though he could just override the electronic door locks), because that still wouldn't tell him anything. Back and forth down the 100's. Nothing. Same for the 200's. No dice. 300's? Nothing, nothing at all. He was turning the corner at the end of the hall to head up to the 4's, when something caught his attention. Lights were flickering between two of the rooms. 308 and 309. That wasn't anything too concerning. This hotel was for shit and he wouldn't be surprised about power issues. The thing that stopped him and made him zip back into the hall was that he didn't <em>feel</em> anything. He could sense electricity like normal people could see things right in front of them. So the lights flickering like mad should have meant a power fluctuation. But nothing.<br><br>&nbsp;The grid was just fine, power was going where it was supposed to. So what other explanation could there be? Aside from an Evolved maybe freaking out because the cops were stationed outside and Tac 6 was on their way? Well, his job was never easy, and there was always a risk factor involved. And he supposed he was taking a pretty big one barging into that room. But hey, he was going to find out one way or the other. May as well find out now. In the next instant, Blitzkrieg was inside 309, sitting with his legs crossed at the small table in the corner while two girls panicking way too much to not be the guilty ones packed as quickly as they could. Before they noticed him, he cleared his throat. "Don't freak out. I'm not a cop, I'm not a Tac. I'm like you, and I'm here to help."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>12-06-2016, 06:40:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FT0LnKc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Panic<br><hr>”We’ve got to tell them?!” Yes, she knew perfectly well what Shae meant. She knew exactly what kind of risk Shae wanted them to take. ”They’re probably already being questioned by the police as we speak! For fucks sake, Shae!” <i>God dammit</i>, she hated having to be the bad guy like this. She didn’t want to leave <i>at all</i>, let alone without saying a very tearful and heart felt goodbye. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought that being a light technician would be her dream job but in the end it was the band, which had so readily accepted the two of them as one of their own, that had turned the whole experience into something like a fantasy. They were the only true family the two girls had ever known and there was a gut-wrenching sensation of <i>guilt</i> twisting in her gut. Dara honestly felt like she was betraying them. <br><br>”If we leave now and we don’t end up locked up in some cell somewhere, we might be able to come back one day to apologize and thank th-them!” The last word ended on a quiet sob that was just barely stifled against the back of her hand. The fucking <i>sucked</i>. She could hardly think of a way it could get any worse without them actually getting their asses nabbed. <br><br>Scratch that… <i>Harm</i> stiffened, every muscle along her back coiling with tension as <i>that name</i> left her sister’s lips. She knew exactly what it meant… She could already anticipate what was coming. She could <i>feel</i> it wafting off of her in waves. Those <i>whispers</i> didn’t make a sound to Dara, they filled the air with an electric buzz that had the little hairs on the back of her neck and arms stand on end. Dara’s tongue rolled along the line of her teeth beneath the veil of her quickly pursing lips, and even thought her back was towards Shae it would be easy for the other woman to tell that the stress of her predicament was weighing down on her far more than usual. <br><br>And then it happened, just like it always did. It was like a bucket of lukewarm water had been poured over her head – Dara closed her eyes, exhaled a slow, lingering sigh and stood straight with an air of casual confidence as she turned back to her twin. All those emotions had been locked away for the moment, buried deep as she decided to focus on the <i>here and now</i> rather than what <i>could</i> become of them. ”It’s alright.” She gingerly caught her sister by the wrist and carefully tugged her arm free of wandering fingers bringing <i>even more</i> attention to whatever sensations Shae was currently experiencing.&nbsp; <i>Mel,</i>” She commanded her attention, trying to lock her gaze up with her own so she could see just how <i>confident</i> she was in the vow that would next leave mouth. Everything’s going to be <i>fine</i>.” And her tone was every bit as impeccable as the comfortable smile gracing her darkly painted lips. <br><br>That was until some random man in the room made himself known. Dara’s reaction was instant, <i>instinctive</i>and not entirely something she could really help – She <i>screamed</i> and whirled around to face him. It was a sound so loud that it easily echoed down the thankfully clear hall – although their neighbors weren’t particularly fond of it and that was made clear by the way they swiftly banged on their shared wall. So much for not freaking out, huh? Then again, what exactly did he expect? Just how the hell had he managed to get in their room?! Where the hell did he come from?! Was he another teleporter or something? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>12-06-2016, 22:01:49</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Deathnote</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Michael Foste</span><br>San Fransisco, CA | August 9, 2017 | 8 PM PST<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">(Ken Aldrin)</span></strong><br>“Deliberate?” Michael questioned, shaking his head. That thought had clearly never presented itself to the old scientist, the way that he mulled it around in his head. “No, no.” He confirmed for Ken, at least the best he could. “Hawk's research was solid. His intentions were good, Ken. He didn't do this, not on purpose. He wouldn't... No, no. There's no way he could have known this would happen. We would have seen signs in testing... And we had successful patients.”<br><br>Foste leaned forward again and reached out with one hand, bracing himself against Ken's shoulder as he went into another coughing fit. Too much excitement for a sick old man. “You're not wrong of course,” Michael confirmed, “A project of such magnitude, to affect the entire world with a virus without doing damage... It was unprecedented. We needed specialists from every field imaginable, but there was only so much testing that could be done so fast. Those other teams had... We had other projects.” He said, taking ownership over it. There was no way to distance himself from the disaster that had been this project.<br><br>“Listen to me,” He grumbled, something in the back of his throat was tearing up his voice, “The IVC project was only the focal point. In truth the facility was a super conglomerate of projects... One project, the one that I was one with Dr. Octavio, was to research a natural metal that had recently been discovered on earth.”<br><br>Michael's head bobbed lightly as he thought back to everything that they had found. As it stood there wasn't enough time to brief Ken on all of it. “We called it MRM-815, it was discovered by a man named Tyler Duncan. Duncan died, but his discovery could change the world Ken.” Michael steeled himself and stood up as straight as he could, “What he found was only a tiny sample, probably moved up over a hundred thousand years. A raw chunk of this new metal. It's properties are unlike anything we've ever seen before. It's lighter titanium, but has more strength then pure tungsten. It isn't magnetically charged and it doesn't conduct electricity like a normal metal. We could not melt it, even at almost twelve thousand degrees Ken. That's almost twice tungsten. We didn't have the equipment to go further with it.”<br><br>He released Ken's shoulder and slowly turned away, shaking his head and sighing. “We called it... Mythrium, because it was so fantastic. It's properties could be devastating. We didn't have enough time to figure out everything about Mythrium, or enough of it. What we did find out about it though... Ken,” Michael turned slowly on his feet to slowly face him again. “It could change the world, and they found it.” His whole face turned to a grimace.<br><br>“They found it Ken,” Michael's features were so very hard set; clearly he didn't share all of what they had found, but whatever he knew about the material seemed to have him shaken at the core.<br><br></span><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>12-06-2016, 22:30:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/wondersofthesandbox/images/b/bc/Rosie-Tupper-09.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shae Lux Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Unhealthy desires<br><hr>Shae was going to protest, she was going to launch complaints and refuse to leave until they had talked to the band, consequences be dammed. She never got the chance once the stress started getting to her though, once the worm of need was back in her brain. Any care she had about all of that went to the side when she started thinking back to when she last, or really any time, had gotten a fix. She could almost feel the needle in her arm, and the way it felt as the substance moved through her and took it all away. Oh how badly she wanted to go back to that place, where all was well and nothing mattered. It nagged at her like a damn woodpecker in her skull, furiously tapped without a pause. If this sort of mood had hit her at a time when Dara wasn't right here, the truth was that Shae would have just wandered away and found it. She knew where to look if she wanted too.<br><br>Her dull eyes met Dara's and locked there while she spoke, but she didn't stop nursing on the hair. Not right away anyway. “It's not,” She whined, whimpering. Her whole body was shivering, goosebumps had taken up residence on her arms and legs. The hair on her neck was risen. “I just want...”<br><br>She stopped.<br><br>There was noise. It was happening too fast, unnaturally. Nothing generated sound like that. Nothing. They sounded like foot steps though, but that was clearly impossible. They hit the ground and lifted up at a rate that didn't seem feasible. They started at the end of the hall and before she knew what was going on they were at the other end, and then back in front of her door. Her body went rigid, this sudden fear gripping her and sobering her from those thoughts of delicious relapse. “Da-” She couldn't even finish before the door was open and shut and someone was with them. It was perhaps the most jarring thing that she had ever experienced because whatever it was, it was moving faster then sound. The sound of her voice, the sound wave wasn't disrupted by it because it simply moved to the other side of the room before it could hit it. Still it generated its own sound, and she could see that. The speed at which it moved across the room was dizzying, it made her feel sick. Fighter jets didn't even move that fast or generate that kind of noise – she knew, she'd watched them!<br><br>Then finally the half syllable of her sisters name hit the man that come to settle in the chair, but Shae had already turned to see him, wrenching herself free of Dara. She got the details of him as the sound bounced back to her – sure she could see him now as he sat, but she always trusted her ears more then her eyes. Dara's scream made her jump a little, she'd been so focused on this man and the noise he was making that she'd not been prepared to hear something quite that loud. She focused in on the stranger and listened to all of the tell tale signs of him – clearly he was Evolved, there was no doubt in that, not with what she had witnessed – lying about what he was saying. There was no telltale flutter in his heart about if he was lying, no, both of those statements were true.<br><br>That didn't really make her feel much better though, not knowing how fast that he could move. “He's telling the truth...” Shae muttered, under her breath. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>12-06-2016, 23:29:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California / August 2017 / 8:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Billie Tucker<br><strong>Content:</strong> Spending Money<br><hr>Ryan sat down, momentarily dumbfounded by... well, the woman in front of him. Utterly in tune with the spirit of the party, she seemed to all but have dismissed him in her presence, taking the mug without a word of thanks and chugging it down. He opened his mouth to offer advice against it, but she didn't seem like she would have given a rats ass about his comment on the potency of the drink. Some things folks had to learn by themselves, and he had to stifle a chuckle as her face reddened a bit as she struggled to swallow the gulp. He masked it well, taking a long sip from his own drink.<br><br>It was a momentary victory, however, as the chuckle returned," Shit," He said, incorporating the word into his chuckle," Give you a patch and you could pass for one of the Wildlings," A compliment of the highest order for someone that didn't have a patch themselves. An invitation to a wildly contagious brawl if said to a patch member. Something about it meaning that the person wouldn't pass as a member under closer inspection, but who cared? Brawls were rough fun, but not the kind of rough fun that he was in the mood for tonight.<br><br>"In response to your questions in order," He gave himself a moment to remember," Yes, this is a pick-up line. If you want, you can start charging now, since I find that a good talk makes for a better shagging experience in my..." He paused, giving himself a moment to think. He ended up just clearing his throat," Experience," He concluded lamely.<br><br>"As for your second question, I don't know. Don't take this as the lame pick-up line that it might be made out to be, but I think I would have remembered you if we'd met before. I came out here to San Fran two years ago, got into some fist-fights. Was even paid for a couple of them. My name's Ryan, by the way," He offered his hand," Ryan Farrow. Don't ask the other guys for my name, though. They can't be trusted," He took a moment to take a sip from his drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>13-06-2016, 19:50:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/76/Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg/600px-Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Elijah<br><strong>Content:</strong> There They Are<br><br>Kumiho, now in the guise of a Tac 6 officer, took the stairs several at a time, peering down the first floor hallway, then up to the second.&nbsp; There was a moment something seemed to brush past him, but he paid it no attention.&nbsp; His goal was simply to try to figure out where the hell these Evolved were, before the real Tac 6 burst into the building.&nbsp; Kumi knew he could change his appearance in a second to avoid problems, but being stuck inside of a building filling up with alert and on-task Tac 6 was not the thing he wanted from this.&nbsp; If they ever found a way to sense people like him, or neutralize his powers, he would be a sitting duck.&nbsp; That was the last thing Kumiho wanted.<br><br>Which was why it was rather impressive he was here sticking his neck out for some unknown Evolved.&nbsp; And why he wanted to find them fast.&nbsp; A quick look on the second floor and Kumiho decided to try the next.&nbsp; He was really hoping there would be something obvious to clue him in to the strangers' location.&nbsp; Halfway up the stairs to the third floor a noise hit his head that he imagined was just the thing he was asking for.<br><br>Someone was screaming, which would have been a good clue by itself.&nbsp; But this someone was screaming much louder than should have been possible.&nbsp; Kumiho grimaced, in the face of his anonymous Tac 6 officer, and charged up the stairs and into the third floor hallway.&nbsp; Glancing around desperately, he started to worry about what that sort of scream would bring.&nbsp; More immediate attention was his worry.&nbsp; Running down the hall he began to bang his fist on the doors, trying the knobs to see if any were unlocked and shouting.&nbsp; "Come out now, trouble is on the way," he shouted loudly, not loud as the ringing echoes of that scream, but still loud.&nbsp; He just hoped the Evolved would not just hole up in their room but make a break for it with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>13-06-2016, 22:41:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/d3/dc/66/d3dc666930396888d065bf46105d76b0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dalys Xavier Armstrong Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369109#msg12369109)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Boston, MA | August 14, 2017 | 8:45 AM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr>He was getting a late start. Normally he was an early riser but the past week Xavier had been totally off his game. Twice he'd wandered into a bar inexplicably, driven to seek out the seedy atmosphere and the burn of whiskey on the air. He'd only ordered a water the first time, and nothing at all this last time, but still he'd lingered until it became clear that the trouble he'd been looking for wouldn't be forth coming. No one had wanted to meet the challenge present in his gaze, drunk or no, and so Xavier had called it a night.<br><br>Unfortunately, coming home had offered no peace to be found within his bare walls. Such was his agitation that even meditation had been beyond him. Sleep had eluded him until the sun had nearly peeked over the horizon and at last Xavier found sleep at the time when he'd have normally been rising to begin his day. <br><br>What had thrown him so far off course was not something he cared to discuss so he was yet again thankful for the silence as he rose only a short time later. A quick shower and a skipped shave later, he was dressed and looking for breakfast only to realize that he'd not been shopping. Staring bleakly into his pristine refrigerator at the lone egg left along with the bottle of mustard he sighed and resisted the urge to smash his fist into something. The silver lining there was that he had plenty of milk. Except when he went for the chocolate mix in the cupboard he remembered he was out. <br><br>"Fuck!" His hand smashed down onto the countertop with a crunch. For a moment he felt nothing, the burst of pain delayed just enough to tell him the injury would have sent anyone else to the hospital. However, for Xavier he simply flexed his hand, opening and closing his fist and using the pain as a way to diffuse his mounting stress. A knock sounded at the door as he eased out a long held breath with controlled purpose and though he could think of no one who would purposefully show up at his place, he crossed the span of his loft to slide open the huge metal door.<br><br>Immediately he was ready to shut the door almost as soon as he opened it. A brief look up and down to size the man up was all it took to know this guy was bringing trouble. His whole presentation set off warning bells in Xavier's head but just as he started to open his mouth and say 'no', the bastard swooped in with a clincher. A soldier? Well fuck. <br><br>Pushing the door open a bit wider was about the only invitation this M was gonna get. Xavier merely grunted and turned, crossing his largely empty and impersonal living space to head back to the kitchen. His posture appeared dismissive but he was paying far more attention to his visitor than he'd let on, all the while still flexing his hand as he went. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>13-06-2016, 23:27:36</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://prohairstylist.com.au/wp-content/gallery/american-crew-winners-face-off-2011/model-winner_hair-machine-carlo-ceravolo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Boston, MA | August 14, 2017 | 8:45 AM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dalys Armstrong Jr.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mission details.<br><hr>M was not going to pass up the opportunity and followed Xavier into the house, casually shutting the door behind himself; he didn't pay much attention to the decor of the house, it wasn't his business – in any sense – to judge how the man chose to live. Instead he followed back to the kitchen and took up a space not terribly far away, but near the counter. “Thank you,” He offered for the unenthusiastic invitation inside. He was glad that he had slipped that last bit in there – it wasn't in the script his boss had given him, but he was confident that nice little personal prod was going to be what kept him from being ignored.<br><br>Lifting his briefcase and setting it onto the counter, he reached for the locks and clicked it open. Lid up and he reached inside for a file and then tossed it gently onto the counter towards Xavier. “Have you ever heard the name Micah Brooke?”<br><br>The file was actually her service record. It had everything: medical reports, history, psych evals, mission history, if there was something that you wanted to know about the woman in question is was probably somewhere in that file. “She was in the pararescue core. Pretty good at what she did too, and before she changed she had quite the positive reputation among her peers.” M explained.<br><br>From the briefcase he withdrew another folder and flopped it where he had done the first. It contained the official reports about the debriefing from the mission. “A mission went south. A pilot went down and she and her team were dispatched to hind him. Their helio was knocked out of the skies. They were about sixty kilometers into enemy territory, and the forces were upon them when they crashed. Micah organized the retreat, only to find that they were surrounded. Should have been game over,” He paused, shaking his head, “But it wasn't. Turns out that Micah is an evolved, and she displayed her powers there. She didn't return with the others, assumed KIA until the debriefs started and the truth of what happened there came out. A medic turned super soldier single handedly took out the approaching enemy forces and held the location until they could be evac'd themselves. Then she just vanished.”<br><br>Finally he took out the third and final folder for Xavier's viewing pleasure and tossed it with the others. Inside this final one was more recent information. Photos of Micah, tracking information, research. It was the kind of thing that you might see from a NSA level investigator, someone had been keeping tabs on this soldier. “Some time after that incident she got back into the states and has been hiding out ever since. She's evolved, so naturally she's wanted by Tac 6 and the official record has her listed as a deserter, so she's wanted by the US Military too. At this point though they'd probably just hand her over, because of what else she is.”<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>13-06-2016, 23:43:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/evolved%20char%205_zpsbrxbzvhy.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Muir Woods National Monument, California | August 6, 2017 | 10.10 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, James<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>"Indeed attractive?" Julie, her hands still leisurely resting on her hips, shook her head with bemusement. "Is it an insult or a compliment that you climbed all the way up here to be sure?" Without another word she brushed past him, making her way to the edge of the creek before crouching down to take off her shoes and socks. It was hardly a sensible idea to go into the water barefoot - the pebbles, though smooth, were plentiful and could easily hide objects far less forgiving to the human flesh - but being cautious was hardly in her nature. Despite all that had happened in her recent enough past, Julie had a tendency to face things head-on and not worry too much about the consequences. She rarely regretted it, life was much too short for that. <br><br>Her toes dipped into the cool spring water. Compared to the elevated temperatures that lingered in the giant's forest it felt almost icy, and she gladly let it wash over her feet and ankles. Of course, it wasn't long before the temptation of exploring the rush of water, cascading down polished rocks and slick moss, became too irresistible and the young woman merrily padded through the water, tiny splashing sounds rapidly being drowned out by the noise of the waterfall ahead. The almost humid nature of the air that surrounded them made her feel warm, and <em>sticky</em>, for lack of a better word. It was what tempted her to venture all the way over to the edge, to where the crystal clear water flowed over the protruding rocks that lined the breaking point. Below she could see the whitest foam where the water met with a surprisingly deep looking pool, perhaps forty feet in diameter. From here she could see how the depth altered the colour of the water from clear to azure, to an almost greenish darkness in the very heart of it. She could not see any stones from here, potentially lurking beneath the surface but that didn't mean they weren't there. She probably shouldn't jump, lest she would hurt herself, break a leg, break her <em>spine</em> if she was really unlucky and---<br><br>An African battle cry (or what she envisioned they sounded like) preceded the girl taking a sudden leap, launching herself off the edge and, more like a cannonball than a diver, crashing into the ridiculously refreshing water. Fully submerged, she was glad to discover that there were indeed no stones or other nasty surprises hiding in the water, and when she swam up strongly her dark hair was matted against the sides of her face, her skin covered in glistening beads of water. "This feels amazing!" she said, raising her voice so that James, from up above, could hear her. It wasn't like they were playing a game of cat and mouse, but Julie was rather curious to see how eager he was to follow her. It had been a while since she'd done this - the fun, the casualness of it all. Maybe it was a little to forget what had happened; maybe she was looking for her old self. Either way, she cocked her head and regarded him expectantly. "My name is Julie," she told him, "And I just arrived here yesterday." She raised her eyebrows whimsically, a feigned look of haughtiness in her gaze. "Are you actually going to join me?" she inquired, "Or do I have to entertain myself down here?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 00:12:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/d3/dc/66/d3dc666930396888d065bf46105d76b0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dalys Xavier Armstrong Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369109#msg12369109)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Boston, MA | August 14, 2017 | 8:45 AM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr>M's thank you received only a minor grunt in reply but it was enough to show that Xavier was indeed listening regardless of how it appeared. The man in question did not slow from his intentions though and returned to his fridge to open it and pull out the half full gallon container of milk. Already he could feel the small expenditure of healing his hand beginning to take its toll so the single egg and the mustard were retrieved too as he turned to watch M open his briefcase.<br><br>As expected a file was produced. Xavier set down his retrieved items upon the counter but did not bother to reach for the file. <br><br><em>“Have you ever heard the name Micah Brooke?”</em><br><br>It took a surprising amount of effort for Xavier not to flinch or otherwise visibly react to the name. Considerable time and energy had been put into learning to control his own body to a degree in order to avoid unwanted 'stress issues' and such practices helped him now to ignore the chill that washed over him and the sudden dread in his gut. He kept his breathing slow and even as he picked up the egg and listened to further details. Details which all rang true largely because he'd heard them before. This had to be some sort of sick joke. What exactly were the chances of this having come back to bite him in the ass now? He'd gotten out and done his damnedest to forget but in his head Xavier had never let that one go. So perhaps it stood to reason that someone else hadn't let it go either? <em>Shit.</em><br><br>Considering the egg between his two fingers, Xavier let M finish his spiel then shrugged, feigning indifference no matter that the gears in his head were already turning. "I'm not sure I understand why you're here. If Tac 6 and the Military want whoever this is, why can't they go get her?" Reaching out he flipped open the cap on the mustard and lifted it. "I'm not some mutt on a leash. I'm not a Marine anymore. I paid my dues, did my time." His voice was rough, hardly more than a low rumble. "I'm done." <br><br>But was he? <br><br>Given his gut reaction at the mention of Micah even he wasn't so sure as he flipped the bottle and poured mustard over the egg's shell. Stopping once he was satisfied with its coverage, Xavier then tossed the full raw egg into his mouth and began to chew as he waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 00:39:10</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://prohairstylist.com.au/wp-content/gallery/american-crew-winners-face-off-2011/model-winner_hair-machine-carlo-ceravolo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Boston, MA | August 14, 2017 | 8:45 AM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dalys Armstrong Jr.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mission details.<br><hr>In M's line of work it was paramount that he be able to remain unphased by the things that those he interacted with did. However even he couldn't completely hide the confusion that was so evident on his face it didn't matter that his eyes were covered by the sunglasses, when Xaiver slathered the egg in mustard and popped the whole thing – shell and all – into his mouth. Was it the most incredible display of power he'd ever seen? Hardly. That didn't make it any less hardcore. There was a terrible crunch every time Xavier's jaw closed that made M feel somewhat uneasy. That was not a sound that he wanted to hear again.<br><br>Finally able to rip his mind away from the display of brutal hunger he let his features return to their fairly neutral and these days natural state. “You know there's a saying among Marine's; Marines never stop being Marines.” M quickly held up a hand to show he meant no offense, he wasn't at all trying to antagonize Xavier and he knew how it sounded the moment it left his mouth.<br><br>“They probably could if they were inclined to get her. My employer wants to keep that from happening though; she's a valuable asset and seeing her lost to the likes of Tac 6 would be a tremendous waste.” He offered, “We don't think you a mutt, Xavier, and we don't expect your time and effort to be free.”<br><br>He flipped the briefcase lid all the way open, locking it up right and spun the case around to show what remained inside. Money, and no small amount of it. “Twenty-five thousand for the successful retrieval of miss Brooke. In that final folder you'll find all of the information for this mission that you'd need. Where she is currently, where you need to go to get there, where to bring her, and all of those little details.”<br><br>M closed the case and fixated his gaze on Xavier, “She's not a priority target, yet. Bigger fish they say. Given her status with the government though, she's in real danger when they do set their sights on her. That could be tomorrow, or it could be next year. Doesn't much matter though, does it? She's lost her way, and had everyone turn their backs on her. She gave everything she had for this,” He punctuated his word by jabbing his finger into the counter, “Country and now she can't count on it to do anything for her. Instead she has to hide like a coward, flee like villain, instead of get the treatment that she deserves for the service she gave. She's lost her way, and we believe that you have the skills needed to handle her... And the experience to level with her.”<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 02:18:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/d3/dc/66/d3dc666930396888d065bf46105d76b0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dalys Xavier Armstrong Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369109#msg12369109)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Boston, MA | August 14, 2017 | 8:45 AM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr>Necessities were sometimes unpleasant. It was a fact of life that Xavier had known since he was old enough to be fully aware of his surroundings. Fortunately for him he'd learned to shoulder the unpleasantries and make .. well no, Xavier didn't make a virtue of anything, but he knew how to shoulder a burden and keep moving. And if anyone tried to sell you that raw eggs were anything but unpleasant, they were bullshitting you flat out--but he needed food or he'd crash. Hard.&nbsp; 85 calories from a whole extra large egg were hardly going to put a dent in his appetite but every little bit counted. So he chewed the shit up like the shell wasn't slicing into the roof of his mouth and swallowed it all like a man, no weak ass gagging for him (he'd eaten way worse before anyhow). Turning the mustard bottle up after that was no less unpleasant but again, something was better than nothing. At least in this case.<br><br>Marines never stopped being Marines.<br><br>It was an unfortunate and ugly truth. He was sure the statement was meant to instill a sense of honor and pride but despite what some would consider a successful stint, he viewed his coerced service with mixed feelings and likely always would. There simply was no way around that. He hadn't wanted to be a soldier and he hadn't earned his punishment. Some might believe it was a sort of karmic justice but those very few who actually knew Xavier knew better. He'd been shafted. <br><br>Opening the milk he swallowed down a few healthy gulps to ease the odd burn caused by excessive mustard consumption then went back to polish off the rest of the yellow bottle. His mind was working over time to make sense of the puzzle that was in front of him but he was missing far too many pieces. <br><br>In the end, when both containers had been set aside empty, and Xavier had nothing more to focus on but the offer in front of him, he nodded. He could've opted to play hardball but why waste more time? Twenty five grand would make the potential move he'd been thinking of quite a bit easier to manage--though he still wasn't sure he wanted to go through with it now. Aside from that though was the fact that he'd made up his mind to go after her the moment Micah's name had been mentioned. Whether it was guilt, an odd sense of duty, or just the need for a good old challenge that had decided him he didn't know but as his eye fell on the file he could acknowledge that somewhere inside he felt responsible. Not that he'd ever say so out loud. They thought he possessed the skills needed to handle her? Yeah. Clearly they'd never met the woman. He enjoyed a challenge, true, but it could be Mr.M and his employer were betting on the wrong horse here. But, better him than the next guy right?<br><br>"So... not Tac 6," his index finger poked at the counter, "or the military, " he poked the counter in a different spot then moved to do it again, "but rather some shady employer in the background who knows way too much and pays in cash?" It sounded sketchy as hell. Thankfully, one thing Xavier had going for him was the tendency for others to think only the worst of him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yeah, ok." He agreed with a shrug, his hand rising to rub over his scruffy face. "But I want double. 25 now, 25 when I bring her to the agreed upon site." If he did at all. "You're sending me after an Evolved with military training after all. Think of it as hazard pay." He smirked at the man now, the cheeky little dimple in his cheek managing to soften his countenance though it did nothing to make him look either harmless or innocent. "Any considerations for the state she needs to be in upon delivery?" A fair question and one which would let him further gauge who and what he was dealing with here because admittedly he hadn't a single clue. And Xavier didn't like being clueless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 03:15:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cinedesuperheroes.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/black-panther-chadwick-boseman-t-challa-marvel-disney-captain-america-civil-war-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elijah Brandt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370187#msg12370187)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Improvising<br><hr><br>Maybe he was rusty? Or maybe he was just giving the girl too much credit? In his experience, scared white girls tended to scream just like in the movies. <em>Especially</em> when you told them not to. He wasn't expecting it at all though, and then suddenly after she registered him being there, her wail pierced the walls and his ears. He could have easily covered her mouth to shut her up, but she was already freaking the fuck out. Silencing her would probably only make things worse. The good thing though was sound didn't carry too well in hotels, even shitty ones like this. So he doubted anything would travel more than a floor or two. The cops were still at ground level. <br><br>They only had to worry about someone maybe calling it in, but he planned to be out of here with them well before that. He pointed at the girls...sister? They looked similar enough to be family. He pointed at her when she said he was telling the truth, and nodded his head furiously. "She's right, I am!," he hissed. "Now shut up before half the hotel calls the front desk and tips the cops and the Tacs off to where you are! Just calm down for a second, girl!" Shortly after that, like he thought, the scream brought undue attention. Some guy was heading down the hall, banging on doors and jiggling handles, yelling that trouble was on the way. <br><br>He only sensed the bio-electric signature of a single person, so they were alone. "Okay, cops wouldn't be dumb enough to defy a direct order from T6. T6 wouldn't be dumb enough to send a lone agent up here when they don't know what it is you two can do, or hell, how many of you it actually is." He paused for a moment, pacing back and forth before stopping and rolling his shoulders. <br><br>"Listen. I'll explain who I am, what I can do, whatever the fuck you want in a minute. Just right now, when they get to our door, open it. I'll yank em' inside and we'll figure out a plan to escape. Whoever they are, chances are they're on our side. And if they aren't..." Arcs of electricity started to dance on his body and the girls would immediately know what he meant when he got quiet. Not many people could handle getting electrocuted. Even if they could, he'd have them seizing on the floor before they knew what was happening if he was wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 03:34:59</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://prohairstylist.com.au/wp-content/gallery/american-crew-winners-face-off-2011/model-winner_hair-machine-carlo-ceravolo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Boston, MA | August 14, 2017 | 8:45 AM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dalys Armstrong Jr.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mission details.<br><hr>After the egg, watching Xavier down the bottle of mustard was a slightly less astonishing feat – still M watched from behind his shades with a mild sense of curiosity about what drove a man to do... that. The milk made sense at least, he figured that if he guzzled something as acidy as mustard by the bottle that he'd want gallons of milk to go with it too.<br><br>“I could write you a check if it would make you more comfortable,” M offered mostly out of humor. <br><br>“Unfortunately Xavier, I don't have anything to assure you of my employers intentions beyond my word. I also unfortunately can't offer you much on their reasoning behind this task... What I can tell you is that they want to help. That this option is better for Micah then what she is doing now, and what is going to happen her if she stays out there alone. She needs allies, just like you do.” He wasn't going to press it any further then that, and he very well may have alluded to too much as it was. “And so many other Evolved,” He added just to help diffuse the attention it seemed to shine directly on Xavier himself.<br><br>Fortunately for Xavier, as the representative to this mysterious employer M had full control over negotiations, so this didn't need to turn into a lengthy hassle to figure things out. On the other side, M saw knew to much to be fooled by these silly excuses. “We're sending an Evolved with military training after an Evolved with military training. How much hazard is really involved here?” His shifted his jaw from side to side, and nodded. “Agreed. You keep the twenty five now and I'll have another twenty five ready once Micah has been released to me.”<br><br>M cleared his throat, and began to adjust the cuffs of his blazer. “In an ideal world you would bring Micah to us safe, free of harm, in good health and of her own volition. Without use of force. However, we are prepared to handle a situation where she must be brought in on less then ideal conditions. She can not be broken beyond repair, and she can not be dead. If you can't bring her in easily, please take whatever measures you deem required.”<br><br>Sleeves straightened, M straightened himself out and held his hand out across the counter to shake on their arrangement. “Good luck, Xavier. I look forward to seeing you again soon.”<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 05:00:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b3/a6/35/b3a635282bf0c1135b15aa6cd3284e2e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12372015#msg12372015)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | Aug. 3rd, 2017 | Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xavier | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/10/1e/ae/101eae1a20e826a75c014a1e7e38c978.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> The surprise of a lifetime<br><hr>It had been her day off yesterday and as usual she had made the choice to go out rather than spend an evening at home. She had paid for that choice when she woke up around noon with a raging headache. Despite the pounding in her head she managed to whip up her grandmother's hangover remedy. It was foul but it had always worked for her and every Chamberlain from her great great great grandfather Ellis to her sister Taylor swore by it. She wished she could spend the rest of her day lounging about the apartment and watching Netflix but the bills had to be paid and so she had no choice but to drag her ass off the couch and into the shower.<br><br>A few hours later she was outside her apartment, locking the front door before she set off for the elevator. She stood tapping her foot as the rickety old thing made its slow ascent to the fifth floor. It would have been there sooner if it wasn't for the damn kid that lived down the hall who enjoyed pressing all the buttons. The child gave her a perfectly innocent smile despite her accusatory glare, "Don't think I won't tell your mamma you were playing with the elevator again."<br><br>The boy shrugged off the threat. They both knew that she wouldn't. Sarah wasn't about to go out of her way to inform the boy's mother of his asinine little pranks. This was the city not her hometown of Covington. Back home she could have easily told his parents and the child would have been scolded almost instantly before receiving a quick smack upside the head. In the city people didn't talk to one another. People didn't know much about their neighbours and rarely bothered to. Everyone was a stranger and as such, it was easier to live a quieter life without interference. The trade off was that is was a much lonelier existence. The ever pressing feeling of having no one sometimes pushing Sarah towards the direction of the bottle. Either that or towards the club which she would attend with friends that she didn't really like and whose company she often grew tired of within the hour. <br><br>Reaching the lobby she walked past the mailboxes, passing a man who had just entered the building. She stopped for a moment. <em>Could it be?</em> She began to turn around to see if her eyes were playing tricks on her or if it really was him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 23:16:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FT0LnKc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Panic<br><hr>White girls tended to scream just like they did in the movies?! Good thing she wasn’t a mind reader or she’d call him a racist bastard! But that was neither here nor there. <i>Here</i> was a stranger standing in her hotel room, and <i>there</i> was someone knocking at their door behind them. <br><br>Dara clamped her mouth shut and took a step directly in front of her sister. It didn’t matter that he was telling the truth or not – Dara trusted Shae’s judgement on that even if there were people out there that could fool a polygraph – but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous. I mean, if he could move into the room as fast as he had then he was clearly <i>very</i> dangerous. She didn’t exactly like the tone he was taking with them either. I mean, what exactly did he expect? He to just stand there and gawk at him like a dimwit? <br><br>Dara rolled her eyes. ”Keep an eye on him.” She told Shae as she brushed the girl aside and ushered her off to flank the wall until she was in a position where she wouldn’t be within range of any immediate fire. Meanwhile she was waving the stranger to follow and set near Shae – even if she didn’t like the idea of him being so close to her. A little wiggle of her fingers as she wandered towards the door caused the world around the two to warp and distort, sheer iridescent waves sparkling like intricate threads around them as though they’d been literally encased in little more than a bubble. Shae would recognize it for what it was instantly. From the inside everything looked distorted, as though the world had been submerged in water – but from the outside the two were completely <i>invisible</i>.<br><br>Outside their room people were exiting their own, a great deal looking more than a little confused as they tried to figure out what was going on. However, the moment they saw that Tac 6 uniform they seemed to pale and rush for the emergency exists. The only people that didn’t go straight for the stairwell were those with families in their room – children and wives were grabbed first. Dara used that rush of people to her advantage. She glanced through the peephole for a brief second and it was at that very moment that Kumiho's hand came to their door. Dara's eyes widened at the uniform as she stumbled back from the door and only managed to do so just before the Tac 6 officer turned the knob. The blond gasped as the door was pushed open, stunned to find the door was unlocked. It wasn't like they'd <i>left</i> it unlocked, not typically actually, but she honestly couldn't remember if they'd locked it when they'd entered. Then again, if Eli wasn't a teleporter than how else had he gotten in? Either he broke the door on his way in or they'd left it unlocked. <br><br>”Uh.. hi...What’s going on?” She quickly smoothed over her features and blinked back at the woman nervously - still entirely befitting the situation - her heart beating a mile a minute within her chest though. There was one thing for certain, at least, she definitely matched the description of one of the females that had been reported – Blond hair, blue eyes, 5’3-5” in a pair of ripped jeans, a jean over coat and a black t-shirt. Yup, that was definitely her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 01:50:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/d3/dc/66/d3dc666930396888d065bf46105d76b0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dalys Xavier Armstrong Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369109#msg12369109)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Boston, MA | August 14, 2017 | 8:45 AM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr>Xavier agreed that his finding Micah would be far more beneficial to her. Perhaps it was foolish pride but he could only think that if there were people after her--even well meaning ones--then she would need whatever help she could get. And, of course, what better person to help her than himself? Mr. M and his employer already knew the woman's whereabouts which meant that anyone else determined enough could find her and that simply wasn't acceptable. Besides, after their last encounter, Micah owed him and he intended to collect...<br><br>M's further replies weren't missed. Xavier just liked to pretend to misunderstand basic social cues and the nuances of conversation. He caught the subtle warning but rather than turn a sharp eye on the man or opt to press with more direct means, Xavier only shrugged off the implication that he too might be at risk. Somehow it didn't bother him as much as it might have a few years ago. You know, back when he'd had a reason to serve his time and earn his freedom. He'd worked hard to keep his own abilities under wraps until he'd been properly discharged but it didn't even surprise him that others knew about him. Secrets simply didn't exist anymore. Not really.<br><br>"In an ideal world you and I wouldn't even be having this conversation but I get it. Not broken beyond repair and not dead. Fair 'nuff. I think I can manage that," he agreed with the barest hint of southern charm. Not that Xavier was terribly charming. <br><br>The man's words hadn't really reassured him of much but he decided that this good faith deal was about as fair as he was gonna get, all things considered. At the very least he was supposedly receiving intel that would help him get the jump on Micah so he couldn't really complain much either. He'd just have to fill in the blanks in the puzzle on his own. Something he preferred to do anyhow. But first things first.<br><br>"I'll be seein ya, mate," was the only sign off he was willing to give but he did reach out to clasp M's hand in a strong and sure, though brief, grip. There were plenty of questions left unasked on his part but only because he already knew better. What he needed to know would either be in the file or he'd have to find for himself and Xavier wasn't interested in dragging things out this morning. Not while his stomach was already nagging him to fill it properly. Seemed a trip to his favorite diner was in order. "Unless there's anything else you feel I should know beforehand, feel free to see yourself out." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 02:55:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XjI4RDFvNWY/VsN6ygK2XFI/AAAAAAAC_9Y/ZIn8Wp2nF6I/s1600/ed%2Bskrein%2Bmuscles.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dalys Xavier Armstrong Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369109#msg12369109)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | Aug. 3rd, 2017 | Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Sarah | Closed<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr>The sounds of Jay-Z and Kanye were pumping steadily into his ears as he walked down the sidewalk. Sunglasses protected his blue eyes from too warm summer sun while a plain, tan colored fitted cap covered his short hair. He was dressed casually, with his hands tucked into his pockets, but the pristine quality of his white t-shirt and the rather precise cuffs that encircled his biceps along with the crisp look of his cargo shorts and boots made him stick out ever so slightly among the various people traveling to and fro. It seemed he hadn't completely abandoned <em>all</em> the habits that had been hammered into him. In fact, it was his first day in San Francisco and rather than simply taking it easy or using jetlag as an excuse already Xavier was getting down to business. <br><br>His flight had landed earlier that morning and after being picked up by an old buddy he'd gone through basic with that he'd be staying with for the few days he was to be out west, he'd dropped his things off and set out on foot to get a good feel for the area and what sort of things were around. Truth be told, he wasn't so much worried about San Francisco in general but finding a place to live seemed like it was going to be a nightmare. The very idea of moving in and of itself seemed like a hassle but his buddy had been making noises about wanting to sell his father's auto shop and well... one thing had led to another and Xavier was out here looking around. <br><br>It was likely that talk of money and all that official business wouldn't happen for a couple days. His buddy was busy prepping for his upcoming wedding and his own intended move to another country but they'd have time to catch up and all that later. For now, Xavier was content with looking at apartment buildings and other open spaces as he tried to decide between renting another apartment or possibly looking for a house for himself. He'd always hoped to have a place of his own to be quite honest. At one point he'd simply assumed he would have, as well as someone to share it with, but things hadn't gone as planned. He technically still had his family's property back in Louisiana but Xavier had no desire to ever set foot in that state again if he could help it. So he'd gone first to Florida and then to Boston where he'd stayed to finish out his degree. Now that that was done however, it was time to look for some place he might truly be able to settle. Maybe put down some roots. Right?<br><br>Hell, he didn't know. It all felt sort of empty these days. Hollow and unimportant. It was something he was trying to push past but it wasn't easy. This at least, coming out to San Francisco to have a look around, that seemed a step in the right direction.<br><br>Finally spotting one of the addresses he'd looked up prior to coming on this trip Xavier turned to head inside the building, catching the door just as an older woman came up. Smiling politely he removed his hat and held the door for her while she wheeled her little two wheel cart out and past him. It seemed she liked the look of him because he got far more than just a polite smile back in return. He'd thought to ask where the office or landlord was but not wanting to encourage her too much, he opted to simply nod and figure it out on his own.<br><br>Shaking his head, Xavier stepped fully inside the building and let the door close behind him, removing his sunglasses and tucking them away. The landlord knew he was stopping by today but they hadn't set a specific time so he didn't have to worry about whether he was early or late. It was a good thing too. Because the moment the ghost that had been haunting him the past decade crossed his path everything else ceased to exist.<br><br>"Sarah?"<br><br>Her name slipped out of his mouth in a dark rumble and without thinking he quickly reclaimed the few steps he'd taken past her. His eyes landed on her face, drinking in her features within milliseconds and just as quickly his hand came up, grabbing her arm none too gently--though not so carelessly as to truly hurt her. <br><br>"You're just gonna walk past me? Like I don't exist?!"<br><br>His tone was harsh as he pushed her back toward the wall, his whole being practically vibrating with the surety that that this woman was Sarah. Sure, she looked different. Time hadn't treated her badly at all. But he'd know his Sarah <em>anywhere</em>. It was her. And he was PISSED.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 03:17:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b3/a6/35/b3a635282bf0c1135b15aa6cd3284e2e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12372015#msg12372015)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | Aug. 3rd, 2017 | Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xavier | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/10/1e/ae/101eae1a20e826a75c014a1e7e38c978.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> The surprise of a lifetime<br><hr>She needn't have bothered turning around. Xavier was there and he was going to make his presence known. She barely had time to react before his hand was wrapped around her arm, before he was shoving her towards a wall. Eyes widened at the abruptness and roughness of his treatment and the sight of the face she knew so well, the face she had tried to forget but knew she never would. His long hair had been shorn to a simple buzz cut. There was a hardness to his face that came with age. Other than that, it was most certainly Xavier, Dalys Xavier fucking Armstrong. Did he come here looking for her? The last time she had seen or heard word from him had been when they were both eighteen. She hadn't heard or seen anything else of him since then. How? How was he here now?<br><br>There were emotions regarding him, buried deep within, that she thought had been suppressed long ago but they all came rushing out especially when he sought to accuse her of walking away from anything, "Let go of me!"<br><br>She began to shove him with the hand that was free from his grip, hitting him hard in the chest as she resisted the urge to punch him in the face. How dare he show his face around her after what he did? How dare he act like he was the victim here when he had left her alone in that awful situation? When she had written him letter after letter after letter and never heard a response? When he had forced her to make the hardest decision of her entire life all on her own? He was a coward. She had thought she knew him so well. She had trusted him above anyone else. She had loved him. He had been the only one that mattered for years and then he left her. He left her alone, treated her like he hadn't known her their entire lives, as if she was just some dumb girl he had dated for a few months. He had discarded her like trash.<br><br>"You've got some nerve coming here and acting all righteous, throwing me around like a fucking ragdoll!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 08:18:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Louisiana / August 1st, 2017 / 10:00 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Vivienne Rayne Beaux<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shooting the Breeze<br><hr>It was going to be a hot day. New England didn't have many of those, not even in the summer. It was barely past ten, and the heat was already sweltering. It was an oppressive heat, the kind which you couldn't escape even in the shade. The only kind of relief that could be acquired was entering an air conditioned room, and that was precisely how Ryan was escaping the heat today. It had been a mistake to come down south on his trip to the West Coast, but he had wanted to make his trip as long and as arduous as possible. Nights were only slightly less depressingly hot than the daytime, but it was still... survivable. As it stood, he has sweated through his patch at 9 in the morning, so coming across the a mechanic shop that he had run through on a previous trip Westward, and decided to take a break until the worst of the heat was over.<br><br>For fuck's sake, how did people survive down here?<br><br>The older man that ran the place had been inside when he heard the rumble of the Sportser come into the lot. The two fellows that were working in the abusive heat, even under relative shade, looked up and squinted at the new arrival. The owner stepped out, his own eyes looking huge as they squinted from behind what looked like an inch and a half of lenses. Ryan parked the bike under the shade of a tree.<br><br>"Jesus fucking Christ. It's Private or I'll be a son of a bitch."<br><br>"Goddammit," Ryan growled under his breath.<br><br>"What's that?"<br><br>"Good to see you too, Vern. I was wondering if I could come under some shade, partake in a beer or so to get out of this damned heat."<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGLQQZTHoU0/SZeK63zRsTI/AAAAAAAAHYY/gK1sImjWQAk/s400/levon_helm.bmp)</div><br><br>"I got me some chilled ones in the fridge. Not the thick shit that you like, but it's cold and it'll be free if you're up for it."<br><br>"My favorite kind of beer is free, Vern. I'll pay for a quick look at the bike, though."<br><br>"Fuck that. What's your second?"<br><br>"My second what?"<br><br>"Your second for a duel. The fuck do you think? Your second favorite beer?"<br><br>"Cold."<br><br>"Shit, get right on it outta the damn heat," He opened the door to his office with a big grin and turned to the young men working," You boys get lunch in an hour, ya hear me? No slackin'! We're already behind on that Beemer, Mace!"<br><br>The grumbled responses made Ryan smile a bit. His first job had been in a shop like this. There had been little problem with the heat in Boston, but on the flip side, he still had to work Winter Months, and as a Prospect for the Wildlings, he had been taking care of the shop alone in the dead of winter.<br><br>Ryan and Vern stepped into the air-conditioned heaven that was the man's office. Vern walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a pair of beers. He was right, they were weak piss but they were beer and they were cold, so he gladly accepted his, taking a seat across from the old man.<br><br>"So what you doing around these parts?"<br><br>"You know. Getting into trouble."<br><br>"This town has enough trouble, I'm here to tell you. Lost two of my best boys to some big shot car dealership in the city."<br><br>"Shit."<br><br>"Yeah, been having to make do with those shitheads out there. Pretty sure one of them's high right now, but I can't afford to fire them. But they can't afford to lose their jobs here, so I can overwork them, the lazy cunts."<br><br>"That's a... capitalistic way to look at the world, Vern."<br><br>"You say that like it's a bad thing. Shut up, don't answer. What happened to your old '85 FXR?"<br><br>"A dumbass put a couple bullets through the engine block. I still got it in the garage, it still runs but it smokes really bad and needs constant work. Got me a 2010 Sportser."<br><br>"Shit, they don't make bikes like they used to anymore. All looks and brand recognition, not a cent of real feeling in the build, you know what I'm saying? Leave that shit heap here for a week or two and I'll chop it up nice and sweet for ya."<br><br>Ryan chuckled and sipped his brew," I already got her chopped up the way I liked her, Vern. She'll smoke anything you've ever ridden."<br><br>"Bull. Shit,"The older man growled vehemently," I got me a Panhead back in '66 when they stopped makin' 'em."<br><br>"No shit."<br><br>"My first bike ever, and she'll be my last. I love that thing more'n I love my wife, but don't tell'er I said that."<br><br>"I'll have to take a look at her someday."<br><br>"The Panhead or the Ball and Chain?"<br><br>"Either or."<br><br>"I called her Vera back when I got her. The Bike, that is. Your lady got a name, or you still riding her for one?"<br><br>"She's got a name. I called her Charlene."<br><br>"Fuck, that's a stripper's name."<br><br>"I've seen her naked more times than I've seen any particular stripper, I'll tell you that."<br><br>The old man opened his mouth to respond, but his eyes quickly shifted outside," Shit, looks like I got me a customer."<br><br>Ryan followed his gaze, and saw a tow truck coming into the lot," I daresay you're right. Can I smoke in here?"<br><br>"Nah. Smoke outside if you feel the need, I gotta go see what the problem is 'fore one of my guys scares my customer off."<br><br>"Sure," Ryan stood, pulling his lighter and pack out of his patch pocket and tapping one out," You want one?"<br><br>"Quit three months ago. Wife made me do it. Can't stand my breath."<br><br>"No shit," Ryan braced himself as the door opened and the muggy heat rushed in like the world's most uninviting tidal wave.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cc/04/03/cc0403bccab4556a308aa15f1d30a366.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s3media.247sports.com/Uploads/Assets/406/958/2958406.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Agents Davis and Davis (No Relation)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Louisiana / August 1st, 2017 / 10:00 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Vivienne Rayne Beaux<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shooting the Breeze<br><br><hr><br>Robert Davis was a lifer. He had been with the ATF for 5 years before his chance with Tac 6 had come along five months ago. Ever since then, he had been tracking three different Evolved Suspects before the office finally decided to stick him with the bike gang member. He ahd been told to tail, be discreet and report any suspicious activity. It kept Robert on the line constantly. Ryan 'Private' Murray was about as career as criminals came. He was a gang member, and of pretty high standing too, and the kind of muscle that the Irish Mob liked to employ when they wanted some delicate work done. He was a 'Sergeant at Arms' for his part of the Wildling Biker Gang, or Motorcycle Club as they legally called themselves, and an amateur boxer and fist fighter in his spare time. There were videos of him fighting that him and Agent Cameron Davis had been told to watch before starting their surveillance detail. The guy never would have been a belt contender if he had gone pro but he was good enough to go pro, even without his Evolution. And that power that he had, which the office had never been able to really pin down, made things really unfair to anyone in any kind of ring against him.<br><br>This whole Evolved thing had only happened to the wrong kind of people. It was unfair. Good folks that would have actually done the world some good were left weak and defenseless while scumbags and criminals like Private had a slice of the superhero life and decided to become comic book villains. The universe was all about that bullshit.<br><br>"You ever killed anyone, Cam?" Robert asked suddenly. The two had parked outside the repair shop about ten minutes ago and had remained in complete and utter silence.<br><br>"I... no, I have never shot anyone, Robert."<br><br>"Shit, have you ever drawn your service weapon?"<br><br>"Y... Yeah, of course."<br><br>"Outside the target practice room, man."<br><br>"Uh... there was this one time..."<br><br>"What?"<br><br>"There was this guy..."<br><br>"There was this guy..." Robert mimicked mockingly.<br><br>"Okay, fuck, I've never drawn my weapon. I mean, that's a good thing, right?"<br><br>"How long have you been on Tac 6?"<br><br>"Three months. I finished my masters in criminology and I got the offer."<br><br>"See, I come from the ATF, you know?" Robert had been through this conversation at least three times, with different 'rookies' and he never got tired of it," I worked my ass off. I got folks coffee. I did paperwork out my ass. Never got promoted. You know why?"<br><br>"No..."<br><br>"Because they didn't respect me. I was just another fucking desk jockey to everyone. Why would they promote someone who's a desk jockey, you know? They looked at me and though,' Shit, why would I give this guy any kind of responsibility if he can do my paperwork, get my coffee and be my little office bitch while I'm out in the field?'"<br><br>"I'm <em>really</em> hoping that there's a point here, Robert."<br><br>"And then, in my second year, I got into a firefight. Some scumbags were trying to take some coke," Or pot, who cared about the details," Across state lines, and I had caught them, so I was in on the bust. The guys pulled some serious firepower," He imitated the motion of pulling a particularly large firearm out of his coat," And started blasting at us as soon as they saw us. They were some fucking Colombian drug lords, I'm telling you. So then some shit went down. We were shooting, they were shooting. I'd never been in a firefight before, but there was this one guy with a huge machine gun," Or a Mini-Uzi," And he was circling around. So I flicked the safety off my gun, since I'd already drawn it, and put him right in my sights, and BAM," He imitated the motion of firing a pistol to the minutest detail," Put two right into his chest."<br><br>"Still not seeing a point here."<br><br>"Shut up. After that, two weeks later, there was a spot open for a promotion, and I got it. You know why?"<br><br>"Respect."<br><br>"Respe... goddamn it, you ruined the punchline. Anyways. What I'm saying is, when it comes to these kinds of organizations, they're just gonna pin you with some dumbass shit missions like the one that we're on now, and we're gonna keep getting scumbags like this... Privates guy, until we actually show the higher-ups that we've got the balls of steel required for the next level shit, you know? The assault teams, the international missions. It's office politics, and it happens everywhere, from the lowliest sheriff's in Podunk-Neverheardofit's Ville to the F. B. fucking I. man. That's how it works. They need to know that we have the big, huge, heavy sacks containing..."<br><br>"I get your point, Robert, but I'm really not comfortable discussing testicles with you, no matter their... metallic composition."<br><br>"You get it though, right?"<br><br>"I get the picture. Just stop talking about balls of steel."<br><br>"Okay."<br><br>"Hey look, there's a tow truck coming in," Cameron said, quickly taking down the plate number of the truck.<br><br>"Yeah. That's gonna be the highlight of our stop here. For real."<br><br>"There's another car coming though," And Cameron took those plates down too, and ran them and the tow truck's through their on-board computer. After a few seconds, the machine beeped.<br><br>"Shit."<br><br>"What?" Robert said, trying to peer into the screen.<br><br>"That grey sedan... it's one of ours."<br><br>"But we haven't heard of any Tac 6 activity around here. That means..."<br><br>"That means that they're also on surveillance detail. Which means that there's an Evolved in that truck."<br><br>"You gotta stop ruining my punch lines, Cam. For real. I'm gonna try and hail them on our radio network. You just... shut up, okay?"<br><br>"Jeez, fine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 18:07:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/76/Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg/600px-Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Elijah<br><strong>Content:</strong> There They Are<br><br>Kumiho unfortunately met locked door after locked door, not exactly surprising in a hotel.&nbsp; Then after passing a bunch of them yelling and banging, people began to spill into the hall, adding to the confusion.&nbsp; Good cover for an escape, true, but making it difficult to be sure she found the ones she was looking for.&nbsp; She ran over their descriptions in her mind over and over, using her keen eye for faces and forms to quickly scan each of the persons that emerged from a room.&nbsp; None so far matched who she was looking for.<br><br>She was half paying attention, turned back to look at a couple who had just come barreling out of their room and towards the stairwell, when she found a handle that turned.&nbsp; She probably looked nearly as shocked as Dara when the door opened, Kumiho turning her attention to this room and the person who greeted her.&nbsp; The officer that greeted Dara's eyes did not go to her imaginary weapon at her side, but instead just studied the face in front of her.&nbsp; It matched one of the descriptions fairly well, as vague as that had been.&nbsp; But more striking was the attempted look of calm the young woman was putting on.&nbsp; Based on the pandemonium in the hall, most people were not feeling calm, even if they weren't the ones being hunted.<br><br>Stepping into the room, Kumiho swung the door closed behind her with a bang, though something was wrong with the latch and it did not quite close.&nbsp; "Listen, you are one of the Evolved being hunted, right?&nbsp; The police have this whole place surrounded, and Tac 6 is on their way ..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 21:25:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f3/6f/09/f36f09bc623979bf3d4a4d2dabd81153.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952) <br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | 8/6/17| 10 p.m.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shorts and Tank Top | Sandals &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/78/16/71/781671e6c2ca0efdc18939663afd20f5.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250450.msg12386437#msg12386437)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Making Money</em><br><hr><br>The taste of the drink lingered in her mouth, burning her cheeks and throat with its potency, but the slight discomfort did not prevent or slow down her enjoyment of the barbequed ribs. Not when a decent meal had evaded her in recent days. Billie lacked the patience needed to prepare a meal, especially one which required more than three steps. Usually, she mooched off her younger sister but of late the food had been poorly crafted, either burnt beyond recognition or over seasoned to the point where even a drink could not aid swallowing it down.<br><br>Yes, she could order from somewhere around her neighborhood. However, half of the time, none of the fancier and worthwhile places were open by the time she had the urge to feed herself. Either that or they did not deliver their four star appetizers and entrees beyond the tables in their pompous restaurants. <br><br>The next time she took a swing of whatever he handed her, Billie did not swallow it as eagerly as before, exercising some caution and good ol’ fashioned common sense. Around her, some of the other workers did not, attempting to look “cool” in front of their prospective buyers. She did not bother hiding her disgust, rolling her dark blue eyes, when one of the other bitches ran out of the party, as if her panties were filled with crabs, hand clamped over her mouth, presumably to paint the ground with her vomit. If she was going to choke on anything tonight, it sure as fuck was not going to be some fucking beer. <br><br>Her relaxed laughter joined his rumbling chuckles when he made an unexpected comment that she did not anticipate hearing from him or anyone else at the gathering. No flattery induced blush crossed her cheeks, though her face still remained a bit reddened from the heat of the drink spreading through her system. <br><br>“Mmm,” Billie said with a cleaning lick of her index finger, a motion not intended for his benefit but general pleasure, before she broke off another piece of meat to pop into her mouth. “As fun as your crowd is, I wouldn’t fit in.” She shrugged her shoulders as she chewed a little before swallowing the food in her mouth. “I have never been a big fan of riding. I always liked sitting, preferably on men’s faces. We can talk about that later though.” <br><br>She frowned a little, prodding her memory banks more deeply to come up with an answer, before her lips curved into a full-fledged grin, his explanation making their not-encounter less murky in her thoughts. “That’s where I know you from. I was at your match. I forget who you were fighting.” Billie bit her lower lip, pouted slightly, before she spoke again. “What was his name? Something stupid. Fuck it. I can’t remember. Anyways, you beat the shit out of him. Some people were calling you the Unbreakable man after the match.” She reached out and accepted his hand, shaking it, only noticing afterwards that she got his hands a little messy. “My bad. I’m Billie, with an I-E instead of a Y at the end. How long will you be in Cali this time?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 05:43:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/polls/1067000/1067141_1341354244761_full.jpg?v=1341354343)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max Doubrava (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 2 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jairaq, Kyle<br><strong>Content:</strong> A really shitty plan<br><hr><br>Max had been following this kid on and off for a while, trying to get an idea of what his power might be. He'd first run into him on the local college campus where he got a little whiff of what the boy's power smelled like, but he'd avoided initial contact and had been pulled away to other parts of the world for a little while. This one smelled... interesting, it wasn't at all like any of the other powers he'd encountered so far, and his interest was definitely piqued. Not to mention the kid looked young, and seemed smart enough to not use his powers in public, plus he had sort of an innocent cuteness to him that Max found intriguing. <br><br>But now that Max was back in town he had once again been scoping things out. It seemed like there might be a couple other Evolved on campus, but Kyle was the one that intrigued him for the moment, and the other day he had discretely followed the kid home and cased the place out. Today he'd intended on trying to make contact, but as he had made his way to towards the house he ran into trouble - or rather, he stumbled on it, and it seemed to be one step ahead of him. Turning onto one of the nearby streets he saw three black SUVs drive past, heading right for the small part of the neighborhood where the kid lived.<br><br>Max cursed to himself and pondered his options, thinking the scenario over. Tac-6 was very likely, though it wasn't likely they were expecting trouble, they'd have no way of knowing Max was here. But now, more than ever, Max knew he had to get this kid out of here. Tac-6 was no good, and the things they were rumored to do to Evolved, well...<br><br>So instead Max drove down the narrow residential road, well out of view of Kyle's place, and he looked around until he found a good spot next to a massive sycamore tree. He parked his car out of the way and then he hunkered down to wait where he could stay out of sight and pondered his options. Max wasn't super experienced with this sort of thing, but he'd picked up a few tricks along the way...<br><br>Eventually he saw all 3 SUVs heading down the street towards him and he drew a steadying breath as the wind around him started to pick up speed, a plan forming in his head. As the SUVs grew closer the wind around Max started to whip up even more, the branches of the sycamore tree starting to sway. Then, as the SUVs were almost upon it, the wind picked up, lashing at speeds even beyond that of a hurricane. The sycamore's branches cracked, several flying off moments before the entire tree was uprooted, slowly falling across the street with a resounding crash. The winds didn't stop there, however, and Max focused them first on the leading vehicle, the force enough to toss a car easily, though perhaps an SUV would only be sent careening into the ditch. The second the first was dealt with he focused on the third, repeating the process and hoping every single cop show and action movie was right about the important things being kept in the middle car of a motorcade.<br><br>Max drew in a deep breath and quickly dropped back down around the roots of the tree he had tossed across the road, trying to catch his breath after the exertion of summoning up all that window - and hopefully give himself enough time to come up with the whole last half of the plan thing, since he still had no real clue how to get the kid safely out of there or what came next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 18:24:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California / August 2017 / 8:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Billie Tucker<br><strong>Content:</strong> Spending Money<br><hr>He honestly didn't blame her. He didn't remember the names of most of the guys that he fought. He kept an honor roll of the guys that had actually been good fighters, and had probably only lost because of his, well, his condition. The first time he used it also came to mind, a lot, but he didn't recall the huge man's name. Plus, most of the guys had some ridiculous nicknames like 'Shark' or 'The Bull' or 'The Tank', and other such things. He disliked the use of a fighting stage name. There wasn't anything on this world that was like him and nothing that he was like. There were some similarities between what he did and a jackhammer, but using that as his fighting name was just...<br><br>Well, it was just all sorts of wrong.<br><br>He shook her offered hand, discretely wiping the transferred grease on a nearby and clean napkin," Nice to meet you, Billie."<br><br>She asked a question, he suddenly realized, tossing the napkin with perfect aim into a nearby waste receptacle. He knew the owner of the place, and the fact that she hated littering more than she hated feds, burnt meat and unkempt beards. Of course, there was no avoiding a mess when you had this many people and this much alcohol in the one place, but whoever started the mess would be getting an earful and a boxed ear. Because she treated most of the Wildlings, male or female, like they were ten years old, for some reason. Every MC charter needed a matriarch, after all.<br><br>"I'll be in Cali for a week or so, helping out. Likely gonna be heading up and down the West coast over the next couple months, crashing here for the most part. Some trouble back in Boston that I'm avoiding," No need to get into details. No need to share just why they called him the Unbreakable Man.<br><br>"About that sitting though... well, riding is a form of sitting. The only difference is that there's something vibrating, to some extent or another, underneath," He smiled crookedly as he finished that sentence. He wasn't generally this forward, but she didn't seem to be skating away from that sort of topic. Seemed rather comfortable around it, in fact. He leaned back in his seat and looked a little longingly towards the grill.<br><br>"I'll be right back," He said suddenly, springing quickly to his feet and jogging over to where they were serving the meats and food stuffs. He picked a plastic plate of his own and proceeded to pile on some food, ribs, meat cuts, sausage, dirty rice and&nbsp; some of the house's special couscous salad. Grabbing a thankfully real fork and another mug of draught, he returned to his chair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>17-06-2016, 00:05:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6dSfWzO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Martinez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388433#msg12388433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Muir Woods National Monument, California | August 6, 2017 | 10:16 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie (Closed)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Adventure, Flirtation<br><hr><br>His brow hiked up halfway upon his forehead at her jibing comment. <em>Such a typical comment for a woman to say. Can't take a compliment for what it is</em>. James almost sighed. Fortunately for her, he didn't lose interest right there, as she didn't seem entirely serious. He felt she was playing with him. He'd see where this would go. She was obviously adventurous – he really liked that in a woman – and she was attractive. He had meant it. <br><br>Julie moved away from him and too the creek. Crystal clear waters. Unlike much of the Bay Area or the waters around LA, Muir still had largely fresh water. Largely thanks to the lack of any sizable population regions north of the forest. It had actually surprised James to find out this tidbit. He had expected the forest to have been surrounded on all sides. This fact had been a big bonus in his decision to move here. Muir was a pale comparison to its older kin, but still had enough of that enchanting quality to make it a beautiful forest. <br><br>While she dipped her feet in the water, James moved up stream a bit. Giving her some space. He knelt down and cupped his hand in the water. While the water was fresh, he still doubted whether it was drinkable. Especially this close to San Francisco. Plenty of pollutants, that didn't taint the color, might linger. Then again, perhaps not. The Bay Area's near constant weather systems may have filtered out most of the pollutants. Keeping Muir's waters even purer than James thought. For now, he didn't need the water. He let the chill H2O wash over his skin. Savoring the sensation as his eyes gathered in the sights of the multi-colored rocks resting beneath. <br><br>Then, a cry erupted from his side. It sounded like the warcry Xena Warrior Princess had used. In a rerun he had caught one lazy morning during his youth. He watched the last few steps lead her into a wild jump. As she balled up and disappeared over the ledge. He was honestly stunned for a moment. <em>What a crazy woman</em>. James heard a loud crashing-splash and walked up to the edge. Peering down as she emerged. Unhurt and exuberant. He grinned down at her. <br><br>“You're crazy. You know that right?” He couldn't help but laugh, regardless. <br><br>Then she gave him her name and told him she had only arrived yesterday. Intriguing. From where? Then she, once more, tauntingly invited him to join her. <em>Oooh, this is going to be interesting.</em> James smirked down at her. He was liking her a lot now. Her earlier comment had irked him, but this showed potential. He supposed he would need to jump down too get more out of her. An anticipatory grin parted his lips as he peeled off his pack. Putting it down on the ledge. He stuffed his glasses inside it and gave a glance around the ledge and the pool. Making sure they both could climb back up. A suitable spot sat to the right and he nodded to himself. <br><br>Without further ado, he jumped off. Landing with his legs straight. Feet angled down. Akin to a blade. He knifed through the water and touched the bottom with a feathery touch. In a moment of his own mischievousness, he spotted Julie's swaying feet and swam to them. Taking hold of her ankles and pulled her under. When her eyes came level with his, he winked at her then gave her a gentle upward push and surfaced with her. <br><br>Whipping his hair back, he cleared the water from his face, and focused on her. “So Julie. Where do you come from? What makes you so adventurous?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>17-06-2016, 07:48:36</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2a6tac2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivienne Beaux (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381786#msg12381786)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> New Orleans, Louisiana | August 2017 | 10:00 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mild Language<br><hr><br><strong>"Shit"</strong><br><br>Last minute stuff in the morning seemed to always get in the way of her normal workday. She rushed, running through her tight downtown apartment, rummaging through piles of clothes - some of which she couldn't tell were dirty or not. A simple pair of jeans, button up shirt, and black ankle boots was that days outfit. It was casual, but conservative. There wasn't much room to pretty up her face or even take a few bites to eat.<br><br>The young woman rushed out her apartment, grabbing her keys and cellphone on the way out. It was a hot day, but nothing Vivienne wasn't used to. Born in raised in the sinful city of New Orleans, she was accustomed and ready for such things. <br><br>Her car was only an elevator ride away, the old Toyota - which was a very loyal car - waited for her in a covered parking garage, courtesy of spending one thousand dollars a month on rent. The inside of the car was muggy, over heated, but she didn't have time to really prep and get it cool before she turned on the engine and left the building.<br><br>There was fumbling with her radio, skipping station after station until she landed on something she could tolerate. The drive was tolerable, once the AC kicked in at full blast. She drove for minutes before she revved up onto the freeway. The drive to her work was only thirty minutes away, but it seemed like it would be forever before she got there. <br><br><em>'I'll never beat u<br>I'll never lie<br>And if you're evil I'll forgive u by and by<br><br>U - I would die 4 u, yeah<br>Darling if u want me 2<br>U - I would die 4 u'</em><br><br>Vivienne sang along to Prince, going about her day without noticing her car making strange noises during the drive. It started to heave, stutter, then stop abruptly.&nbsp; <strong>"Fuckin..."</strong> Turning her hazard lights on, she pulled over the side, away from traffic. The car was kept on, thankfully giving her the air she needed to make a call.<br><br>"Bayou Tow, how can I help you?"<br><br><strong>"Uh yeah...My car stopped on the highway going towards.."</strong><br><br>The conversation lasted longer than the young woman wanted or anticipated. The tow company took almost an hour to show in the blazing hot Louisiana heat. Irritated, tired, and hungry - she got into the truck and rode with them to a tow yard. Vivienne was the first to get out of the car, rushing towards the building, keeping eyes towards the ground. She needed to do whatever she could to get her car fixed - calling out of work wasn't on her agenda.<br><br><strong>"Watch it.."</strong> rudely she spoke, not realizing it was her fault she ran into him, side arming in the process.<br><br><strong>"Crap, sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>19-06-2016, 09:08:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/evolved%20char%207_zpsvbxkwizk.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Muir Woods National Monument, California | August 6, 2017 | 10:16 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> James<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming<br><hr><br>"Just crazy enough," she replied to his playful comment, cocking her head slightly to one side. The sunlight peeked through the high canopy in narrow rays, forcing Julianne to squint as she watched him stand in the spot she had been not moments before. With the light behind her, James' silhouette was significantly darkened, and the strain on her eyes had her avert them just as he decided to follow her example and dive in after. His landing was significantly less <em>exuberant</em> than hers, and as he disappeared under the surface Julie found herself looking about herself with a small amount of suspicion, suspicion that was proven justified not a moment later, when a hand gripped her ankle and forcefully pulled her under. She only just kept from inhaling a mouthful of water rather than air, and in bewilderment she looked around, eventually locating the culprit. tr<br><br>Instinctively she kicked out in a bid for survival that soon proved unfounded; a look of mock anger littered Julie's features as she came face to face with James, who allowed her the oxygen she would ultimately need by guiding her back to the surface. Julie found herself almost regretting it; there was something strangely enticing about having her freedom taken from her, the security that she would be <em>all right</em> briefly gone. She loved strong men, paradoxical as it may seem considering the reason why she had left the African continent in the first place, but in that James seemed to fit the bill perfectly. It was evident that he worked out, and with beads of water glistening on his toned body a whole different awareness started begging for Julie's undivided attention. <br><br>She swallowed as she started to feel strangely warm, in spite of the coolness of the spring. Lazily treading water Julie regarded the man from up close, wondering in silence just how far into detail she would go with her answer. It had clearly been posed in curiosity, or maybe not even that; for all she knew he was being polite to keep the conversation going while whole different intentions reigned in his mind. Her thoughts were equally divided, admittedly; Julianne was only human, after all, and this particular situation seemed to scream to be taken advantage of. <br><br>"I'm English, if that's what you're asking," she said, her legs slowly bringing her a little closer. The current guided them away from the waterfall to where the noise of rushing water was no longer overwhelming and the sound of birds became the dominant melody. "I come from South Africa, though." Julianne paused, letting the questions settle in his mind. What could a young woman such as herself be up to in a place so notoriously unfriendly to outsiders, right? She took advantage of the moment by submerging once more, if only to kick off her shoes and socks, her running shorts as well.&nbsp; When Julie broke through the rippling water surface again it was with a smug smile, one that persisted as she proceeded to, one by one, toss the lower half of her attire to the shore. <br><br>"I've seen some fearsome creatures in the wilderness there," she said, her tone of voice matter-of-fact rather than bragging. Julianne held her shoe in her right hand for a moment, looking almost contemplative before discarding it like everything else. Swimming was considerably easier in this fashion, even if for now she was still hovering quite near James. "Lions, cheetahs, leopards, rhinos, elephants... Quite the exciting stuff over there. So tell me, does anything exciting happen here, too?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-06-2016, 17:19:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f3/6f/09/f36f09bc623979bf3d4a4d2dabd81153.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952) <br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | 8/6/17| 10 p.m.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shorts and Tank Top | Sandals &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/78/16/71/781671e6c2ca0efdc18939663afd20f5.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Making Money</em><br><hr><br>The corners of Billie’s eyes crinkled, lipstick coated mouth threatened to form a smile when Ryan did not hesitate to take her hand. Though she understood the Wildlings were without pretentiousness and roughly bred, it was a refreshing change of pace to her more recent clients, who needed to be stripped of their inbred sense of entitlement and arrogance. <br><br>Though she would perform with the same level of enthusiasm regardless, making his porno inspired filth into a reality, a tiny portion of her hoped he would not disappoint and turn out to be an absolute bore. From what she could recall from murky memory, he concealed a rather muscular form underneath his leather jacket. <br><br>Most prostitutes did not have the illusion of choice when it came to their clients. They spread their thighs for every Tom, Dick, or even Sally who requested or more accurately demanded it of them in order to keep food in their stomach or a roof over their head. Even more pressing, there was the known fact that not all of their earnings went into their own pockets. No such person existed for Billie, at least not anymore. Still, she held onto the same practices of her younger days, not turning away someone for their appearance. Bill collectors had little patience or sympathy for excuses. Tears only served to agitate them. So she screwed the old, obese, and so forth as long as they could afford her services. It was a rare treat though when she met someone with nice packaging. <br><br>She savored the brief feel of his hand around hers, calloused fingers warming her skin more than the thick humidity clinging to the air. His touch exerted enough strength for her to be reminded of his profession. Withdrawing her hand, she dropped her hand back to her plate, picking up yet another rib to bring to her mouth. <br><br><em>Some trouble back in Boston that I'm avoiding.</em><br><br>“Mmph,” she grunted in response, mouth occupied with the task of chewing meat, when he answered her question about how long he would linger around California. Faint curiosity flashed across her expressive blue hues when he revealed the reason behind his presence being related to trouble. Her interest did not spur forth due to an infatuation with bad men, though she always seemed to attract them, but self-preservation. Billie did not want to be in the midst of polishing his cock with her mouth or pussy to find herself caught in the middle of a gun standoff or dragged off him by the local boys in blue. <br><br>“I don’t need or want to know the details,” she stated calmly and lowered the remaining bone into her plastic plate. “But whatever sent you running from Boston isn’t going to make itself known tonight, is it?”<br><br><em>About that sitting though...</em><br><br>She laughed abruptly when Ryan challenged her preference with an assertion of his own. “Well, maybe I haven’t been riding on the right type of bikes. Doubtful; seeing as I have been on a few. I’ve been proven wrong before though. It was a while ago but it still counts.” <br><br>No longer interested in her plate, not that much remained atop it, Billie pushed her food away and then reached over to grab a few napkins, using them to clean off her hands and face. It was only then did she realize some water and soap was essential. About then, Ryan decided to get himself some food as well. Without bothering to explain herself, she rose up from her chair and grabbed her plate as well. A quick glance around the room allowed her to spot the trash bin. She headed over in its direction, dumping her food within it, and then made a beeline for the ladies room. Since she was in there, she went ahead and took a quick piss as well. After emerging, her gaze immediately went back over to the table, checking to see if he bothered waiting for her return or not. She would not be sore if he turned his attention elsewhere. <br><br>“I have returned,” Billie announced softly as she sat down beside him, lifting her leg to drape across his lap. “There’s a motel nearby if you’re interested in more than a quickie. If not, I’m sure we can find somewhere else. Your choice.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>19-06-2016, 19:52:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/rubyrose2_zpspfwxe4gv.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Baltimore, Maryland | 9th August 2017, Sunday | 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Alexei | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>: This (http://66.media.tumblr.com/ad14ad559b0ed77706474ddc5f0fad3c/tumblr_nq6199wRN81qzk5h3o2_500.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Music Festival, hell yeah!</em><br><hr><br>As much as she missed her home country of England, Jackie had to give credits on how the Americans knew to throw a very exciting music and dance festival alltogether. Not to say that her British citizens couldn't pull off an amazing event akin to this, but ever since she had moved over to the US, she had noticed on the difference in culture and the different vibe she could feel from the Americans. But then again, it could be the whole event which her whole dance group was called to perform, as she could almost sink into the dense sea of energy the other people were emitting, especially when the audience was so engrossed into the electronic dance music being played in the background.<br><br>Despite having to wake up somewhat early in the morning today so she could hopped onto a plane ride from San Francisco to Maryland. Then there was the quick dance practice to refresh their memories — though she, technically, didn't need one — but she was appreciative to rejoin with her dance group, mainly with her considering the group as part of her family, basically. Nevertheless, once the event started when the sun was gone and came the nightsky, the whole venue was lit with bright neon lights and flashing dance lights accompanied by handheld neon flashsticks held by numerous of the audience.<br><br>There were numerous acts other than them which were to perform on the large stage in front of the massive audience. Even more was famous electronic music artists and DJs taking over the stage to perform their own songs and numbers to excite the crowd even further. Their time to perform soon came and Jackie was beyond thrilled to dance, especially with how she felt so attuned to the dance music playing through the very loud speakers. Nevertheless, they were in their costumes as they went onto the stage; even more with her being the middle dance performer to somewhat lead the whole group as well as the focal point for the audience's eyes as they watched the performance.<br><br>Nonetheless, the music began after they took their positions and the performance (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_j-jLbdnug) started then. With the dance tune playing in the background, Jackie just allowed for herself to get absorbed into the music and dance routine as she performed it with pinpoint accuracy and timing alongside her other teammates. As they continued with the gig, she could see on how the audience were cheering them on with feverish screams and claps as they enjoyed the performance. Once the music stopped with the dance finally ending, there was a loud round of applause, whistling and enthusiastic screams from the crowd.<br><br>After they went backstage, the whole group hugged together and congratulated each other before proceeding to the changing room to change into another outfit. Later when she was done, Jackie and her group were mostly free to do whatever they wish — which was why Jackie decided to break away for the meantime to mostly mingle around with strangers. The organizers of the festival were very generous in supplying food and drinks for the performers as they set up a large buffet table. Grabbing a drink for herself, she aimlessly walked around before seeing a random yet interesting face within the small gathering. She recalled on watching one very amazing performance done by him and his crew, which was why she felt compelled to walk over in hopes to have a conversation with him.<br><br>She headed over while quickly forming an easy, friendly smile on her face as she introduced herself, "Hello there! Hope ya don' mind some accompany or something?" Despite living in the United States for a long while, her Estuary accent was somewhat prominent in her speech but Jackie felt it added to the charm she already had, "Name's Jackie, by the way! I saw your performance earlier! Really fucking brilliant, let me say!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 00:17:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Louisiana / August 1st, 2017 / 10:00 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Vivienne Rayne Beaux<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shooting the Breeze<br><hr><br>The tow truck had an older Toyota model behind it. Those cars could last forever, but it looked like forever had arrived for this particular model. The first time a car died was usually the beginning of the end for that particular motor, or so old man Murray said it. Ryan himself knew precisely jack and shit about the more delicate intricacies. Sure he could change oil and all the basics, but when a car died like that, he was a little out of his depth. But his father had a multitude of sayings and anecdotes about cars, and living with the man as long as he had determined that a few stuck around.<br><br>Ryan stepped outside into the blazing sun, tapping a cigarette out of his pack and lighting it up. Cancer Schmancer, that felt good. He sucked in a long, delicious drag before stepping closer to the car. The owner, a pretty young woman who was frustrated with the whole situation, and understandably so. She was... distractingly beautiful though, with her long dark hair catching the sun's oppressive glare and turning it into something breathtaking. She didn't seem to see him, however, as she made a beeline for old Vern's office. The older man himself seemed content with verbally abusing his workers to get the car into the damn garage and it seemed like it was up to him to entertain the unfortunate woman as she waited. He stepped forward, out of the doorway, aiming to introduce himself, but she didn't seem to see that either, still looking at her car and sidearming him just a bit, brushing some embers from the cigarette to the ground.<br><br><em>"Watch it,"</em> She snapped at him, making him raise an eyebrow, but she quickly mended it with a,<em>" Crap, sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."</em><br><br>"Hey, don't worry about it," He said, taking the little cylinder out of his mouth with his left hand and offering his right," Hi, I'm Ryan Murray. I would ask you if you're having car troubles, but that would be a little unobservant on my part. I'm sorry about it, though."<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cc/04/03/cc0403bccab4556a308aa15f1d30a366.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s3media.247sports.com/Uploads/Assets/406/958/2958406.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Agents Davis and Davis (No Relation)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Louisiana / August 1st, 2017 / 10:00 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Vivienne Rayne Beaux<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shooting the Breeze<br><hr><br>The other car came to a stop just twenty yards from where the Agents had been parked. It was standard procedure to run plates of local cars to make sure that nobody slipped through the Tac 6 net, but it would take the boys that just arrived a little while to realize that the silver sedan that they had parked in front of, identical to their own, was a company vehicle of the same damn company. Tac 6 agents didn't generally speak to each other while on the field, so it was a surprise when the two agents, a heavy-set latino man and a brunette stepped out of their vehicle and started heading towards the Davis' car.<br><br>The man tapped the driver's side window and Robert Davis quickly depressed the button that rolled it down, the muggy heat hitting them like a brick.<br><br>"How's it going?" The Agent said," I'm Agent Matinez and that's Agent Young."<br><br>"I'm Agent Davis and he's Agent Davis," Robert responded, letting the traditional pause sink in before adding," No relation." It wasn't like it hadn't been asked before.<br><br>"I'm guessing that you boys are tracking a Evolved all the way out here. My compute says you guys are from the Boston office."<br><br>"Yeah, a biker scumbag who's taking a cross country trip. We're following him until another office takes him off our hands."<br><br>Martinez nodded and adjusted his sunglasses," Yeah, we have an E-Vee who's car died on her on her way to work. Why's the biker here?"<br><br>"He just stopped in about five minutes ago. I'm guessing that he's friends with the owner."<br><br>"Two E-Vees stopping into the same out of the way garage, one a local and one from Boston? Doesn't that seem suspicious to you, Agent Davis?"<br><br>"I guess..."<br><br>"They could be fraternizing in there as we speak. We have been getting reports on E-Vees around the world organizing into an anti-Tac 6 group, and those reports are getting more numerous by the day. It's a war out there."<br><br>"Yeah, I've read the reports..."<br><br>"I'm going to call it in, maybe get clearance to take these two down before they get any more... fraternizing done," Young completed, and pulled her radio out of her pocket.<br><br>"Base 21, this is Field Team 5467, over.<br><br>A second passed before the answer came in,<em>"Base one to Field team 5467. We read you, Field Team 5467, over.</em><br><br>"We have two Echo-Victors at the same coordinates. Vivienne Beaux, identification Seven-four-alpha-niner and..." Young looked to Cameron and snapped her fingers.<br><br>"Ryan Murray, 92-E-6"<br><br>"Ryan Murray, identification Niner-two-echo-six. Over."<br><br><em>"Field Team 5467, is that Murray with two Romeos, over?</em><br><br>"That's a roger, Base 21. We advise a tactical neutralization. Suspect of Echo-Victor fraternization, over."<br><br>A pause of about thirty seconds before,<em>"That's a tentative green light on tactical neutralization, Field Team 5467. Will you be needing backup?"</em><br><br>"That's a negative, Base 21. We have Murray's field team," More finger snapping.<br><br>"Field Team 3876."<br><br>"Field Team 3876. Should be able to take care of the Echo-Victors without fuss, over."<br><br><em>"Roger that, Field Team 5467. Good luck. Over and out."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 01:58:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California / August 2017 / 8:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Billie Tucker<br><strong>Content:</strong> Spending Money<br><hr>She made an interesting point. Would the Feds or those... other guys be tracking him all the way down here? He had gotten into a little scrap with them on his way to Cali, but he had taken some very thorough precautions to make sure that he lost them and that they stayed that way. Tracking a guy that had been on the wrong side of the law his entire life, and who had grown up alongside folks that had taken that wrong side and made it their home for generations was a difficult proposition, no matter how extensive your resources were. He had even taken the time to get some new plates and papers for his bike in Vegas before taking the last leg to San Fran. If those guys could find him after that, he deserved... whatever they had in mind for him.<br><br>All that to say," I don't think any of my troubles'll be bleeding over to you tonight, <em>mo bhean</em>," That last bit felt like a nice touch.<br><br>While she was away, he took the time to get some food eaten. Eating quickly had never been something more than a habit for him. Ryan was the youngest of four brothers and all four had taken to stealing his food when neither of their parents were around, so eating quickly became a necessity if he wanted any of the good stuff at all, and he never grew out of it, even when he then proceeded to outgrow all four of them. He wolfed down the meat and was halfway through the couscous when Billie returned from powdering her nose, as it were. He quickly cleaned his mouth with a napkin as she sat down and propped a leg up on his lap. Instinctively, he placed a hand on her nicely toned thigh.<br><br>Ryan tried not to show that he was caught off guard when she immediately jumped to them blowing this joint in favor of a quickie or a motel room, quite well too, and he gave her thigh a quick squeeze," Motel room sounds nice. I need to get some accommodations around here anyways. Two birds, one stone and all that," He said, taking to his feet and offering a hand to Billie to help her up. Who said bikers couldn't be gentlemen too? He picked up his plate and tossed it, food and all, in the nearest bin and guided her to where his bike was parked. He swung himself into the leather seat and pulled on his helmet, offering her one that he had snagged from the bar on their way out.<br><br>"Hop on," He indicated," I'll show you what a real ride feels like," On cue, he turned the engine on with a deep, satisfying thrum.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 05:54:30</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2a6tac2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivienne Beaux (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381786#msg12381786)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> New Orleans, Louisiana | August 2017 | 10:00 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mild Language<br><hr><br>There was a brief, playful smile on her part. A small chuckle and then a hand on her forehead to indicate stress. She felt silly and foolish for being so rude, it wasn't like her to do so. Frustrated, hot, and now she was going into work - she didn't need anything else happen to her that day. Getting her car fixed and on her way was all she wanted or thought about. Even the handsome man she happened to run into wasn't distracting her too much.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, uh - I'm Vivienne. I was on my way to work when.."</strong><br><br>She stopped herself, did he even work there? Vivienne had a tendency to ramble whenever something bothered her. It felt like her mind was being clouded with stress, anxiety, and just a little too much on her plate. A drink could calm her down, hell, even going to the gym to pump iron would make her calm down. Her palms felt sweaty and gross, but she kept her outward appearance friendly and open.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry, do you work here? I don't want to dump my problems on the wrong person. I just, yeah - I broke down on the highway going to work and I have no idea why, I just bought a new battery a few weeks ago."</strong><br><br>After giving herself time to breath, she gave him a once over and smiled again.<br><br>At least he was attractive.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 07:39:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0qA5RDeTuU/TC8AuWK5sSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EZFU5m85GKA/s1600/2009_Undisputed_3_18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alexei Mikhalev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12408256#msg12408256)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Baltimore / August 13th, 2017 / 9:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147), Closed<br><strong>Content:</strong> Music Festival!<br><hr>There was a trick to being a successful escape artist. The thing was, nobody actually believed in the supernatural, and unless someone had actually encountered one of the Evolved, they never really let the idea that someone with 'superpowers' could exist. Sure, they saw it on the news and they knew it was happening, but like everything else that was big and scary in the world, it was too far away for them to give any more than a damn and maybe a quick discussion over dinner or, more likely, a rant on some internet forum or another. The fact remained that, so long as it didn't strike close to home, people just didn't give a shit.<br><br>Just like when they watched a man slip his hand out of a pair of cuffs, get himself out of a locked safe or whatever it was that his act called for, folks just didn't give a crap. Sure, they would watch, gasp and make appropriate noises and then at the end toss a moderate to small amount of money his way and then move on with their life, their mind trying to figure out just how it happened for precisely five minutes, and then, giving up, went on with their oppressively boring little lives. They didn't care if it had taken a man thirty years to get that good, or if his hand simply... moved through the restraints. All they knew was that he could do it, and it was nice.<br><br>And Alexei didn't really mind at all. It was the reason why he was still employed. And not found, caught and extradited back to his country of origin where he was still wanted for, among other things, killing a man and escaping from prison. The killing had been an accident, a complete fluke, but did anyone care to ask? No. So why should he?<br><br>Such were the thoughts going through his mind as he stepped up to the stage. Lights were flashing and flickering, people were shouting, just at the start of what was starting to look like it was going to be a kickass music festival. Most of his team had stayed in San Francisco, but when the offer came in for one of their acts to be the starter of the festival, it was the kind of exposure, not to mention cash, that they just couldn't pass up. He was Yuri, the Silent Czar. He didn't pick the name, but it worked. He never spoke in his shows, and all that he had to do was look menacing, show off his tattoos and muscles and get out of stuff. Sure, there was a bit more showmanship to it than that, but that was about it. He was good at it. He could have been the best, but being the best meant a bit more exposure than he was willing to endure. His team knew that he was an escaped convict from outside the country, and even managed to look past that, trusting him and accepting him into their little family of misfits and extraordinaires.<br><br>How would they treat him if they found out that he was one of those Evolved, though? He raised an eyebrow as a spotlight slammed right into him, blinding him for a few seconds. He knew what to do then. He raised his hands and, even though he couldn't see it, the swell of music from the massive sound system was overwhelmed by the cheers from the crowd. He was the opening act. He wasn't what everyone was here to see, but he was one of the attractions. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of loose fitting jeans, bottomed out by a pair of dark sneakers. It fit with his character. The two that had joined him for the trip to Baltimore, Chris and Gina, stepped on stage behind him, having agreed to be his assistants. Chris was wearing clothes matching his, and so was Gina, except her tank top was a great deal shorter than both of her comrades, and a great deal tighter.<br><br>"Ladies and gentlemen!" Chris started, his voice booming over the sound system as Alexei tried to stand in the background, looking as menacing as possible," Welcome to Baltimore's greatest Music Festival yet. To start us off, I'm proud to present the last of the line of Czars from Russia, Yuri Mihailovichi!" Every kid who half-assed their way through school knew that every last one of of the Russian imperial family had been murdered in one way or another by the Bolsheviks, but people around here like to live in imaginative fantasy. Maintaining his stoic expression, he raised a closed fist, silently greeting the chorus of cheers that came from his name being announced. He wondered if any of these people had heard of him before today.<br><br>"Tonight, he will be performing his most impressive - and most dangerous - feat of escapology yet. Everybody's heard of Houdini's Chinese Water Torture Cell. For those of you who haven't, take a good look," The setup was impressive, he had to admit. This was their first time on a national scale event. It had to be.<br><br>"First, our good Czar will be chained by his hands and feet. Ten people from the audience will be picked at random to make sure that everything is genuinely unbreakable. No illusions here, folks," Ten were selected at random from the crowd, their names presented and the crowd egged them on. Most had never heard of the Chinese Water Torture Cell, but it was an exciting name.<br><br>"Gina," Chris turned to his female companion," Will you truss the Czar up please?"<br><br>"It'll be my pleasure, Chris!" Gina said with enthusiasm, pulling a selection of chains and manacles from a nearby chest. Alexei pulled his shirt off and handed it to one of the contestants, a young woman who had been eyeing him ever since she had stepped on stage. She looked almost giddy. Girls these days just loved themselves a bad boy. His hands were manacled and held up tight to his chest, held in place by chains connected to a brace that went around his waist, and also connected to manacles for his feet, keeping him from moving them more than a couple inches forward or backwards. The people on stage were called in to make sure that the chains themselves were real, the locks were operational and had no hidden jimmies and, last but not least, that he was carrying no keys or anything that could be used to get himself out. The aforementioned young woman was particularly thorough, and he rewarded that with a wry and subtle smile that was shown on the big screen of the stage.<br><br>"Next, he'll be connected to a stock, lifting him up by his feet," The stock was connected, and a small crane worked and lifted Alexei straight up off the ground, upside down. Pure porn to the bondage fetishists, he supposed. You had to hit as many niches as you could in this business. The people were called in again to check the integrity, before he was moved to the other side of the stage.<br><br>"And he'll be lowered, head first, into a tank full of water. The great Houdini needed 2 whole minutes to get himself free. Our Czar here tonight claims that he can do it in THIRTY SECONDS!" The crowd applauded that. The tank itself was made of glass and the people checked it was well, along with the locks that would be used to hold him in place once lowered it.<br><br>"Once he's down, a curtain will come down to close over it. Gina here will be looking inside the curtain to make sure that nothing's wrong. If anything does go wrong, I'll be here with a sledgehammer," He picked up the item," To break him out. No illusions here, folks. You ready Czar?"<br><br>Alexei gave him an upside-down thumbs up.<br><br>"Okay, Baltimore, ARE YOU READY?"<br><br>"YES!"<br><br>"Count with me! ONE... TWO... THREE!"<br><br>And down he went, soaked in half a second submerged in the freezing water. Gina had done her part in this a million times and she was done fastening the locks and bolts to everyone's satisfaction, making it very visible and obvious what she was doing, in under ten seconds, which resulted in him having just over twenty seconds from when the curtain came down, to get out.<br><br>Piece of cake.<br><br>It came down, and his mind was already loose. His body felt like it was sensing a million different static shocks a second as his feet slipped through the stock. The chains slipped through his body and he then slipped through them, and the ground of the tank and the stage itself in less than a second, so that by the time that Gina looked under the curtain, he was already gone, his secret safe. Down underneath the stage he went, flipping through the air to land on his hands and knees. Without a second to lose, literally, he jumped up from the ground and ran as fast as he could to the outside of the stage, his body now letting every kind of light through. He slipped through the walls of the stage, all but invisible in the murky lighting, and even if he wasn't, all eyes were glued on the stage and the fallen curtain, as the crowd watched with baited breath, expecting him to get out, and only the smallest of hopes that he would fail. It would make for a more entertaining show, Alexei had to concede. It was why people were so fascinated with this kind of performance.<br><br>He jogged to the middle of the crowd where a huge pillar was holding the spotlights. He jumped up and climbed as quickly as he could, as he could already hear Chris counting down, and finally, when the stopwatch on the big screen hit 30, the curtain dropped, to reveal, to the open shock of everyone watching, an empty tank, with the chains and manacles coiled up at the bottom like a snake made of steel.<br><br>Alexei picked up a wireless microphone that had been planted about fifteen feet up on the pillar and flicked it on, putting it over his ear and adjusting the mic so that it was over his mouth as people were beginning to wonder where the Czar had gone.<br><br>"Dis is Bullshit!" His deep voice boomed over the sound system, and, on cue, the spotlight spun around the crowd for a few seconds before finding him," Who in de hell would watch something like thees?" The crowd looked up at him in a daze for a second or two before erupting in a thunderous applause. The stoic Russian didn't smile, but he raised a fist to the crowd. It was a good trick, he thought.<br><br>"Our Czar, ladies and Gentlemen," Chris said over from the stage," Welcome to the Festival!"<br><br><hr><br>Their part in the festival all but finished, the team was beginning to pack up the gear for the Chinese Water Torture Cell. Sure, they were expected to stick around and entertain the folks with some of their lesser tricks. Gina was an escape artist of some skill herself, and Chris was a great illusionist and something of a mentalist too, which was well complimented by his easy stage manner. And the stoic Russian would be seen getting out of a few chains and locks. But for the most part, the people had come to see music and dancing, and dammit, music and dancing would be what they saw.<br><br>The heavy lifting done, Alexei sat down on an empty crate and took a long sip from a beer that he was pretty sure he had been overcharged on. It was almost tepid, flat and he could have sworn that it was less than the 3.2 proof that it said on the bottle, but it sure as hell better than the tepid water that he had been chugging before. He had a nice bottle of proper Russian Vodka in his overnight bag, but that was going to be broken out later, and hopefully, with someone to share it with. Gina and Chris were in a relationship, and even though it was open, neither Gina nor Alexei had much interest in each other outside of wanting to learn secrets of the trade. Chris had come forward about some fun, but, try as he might have, Alexei never could... bend that way.<br><br>He tipped the last of the bottle into his mouth and placed it on the gravel ground beside his seat. Gina and Chris joined him, sitting on similar seats and passed him a thankfully cooler beer, and started talking about their upcoming gigs. Their performing Illusionist, Alison, was waiting for Chris to come back before she stepped up as a side attraction for a big fair in upstate Cali, and Alexei would be going back to San Fran where he was booked for a couple of performances with Gina and Beatrice, their fortune teller. Everyone helped out however they could. They were as close to family as any of them had.<br><br>Suddenly, one of the dancers from a troupe came over. Pretty in a spunky sort of way, she had the lithe, toned body of a dancer, short cropped hair and dazzling eyes that all seemed to be complemented by her British accent. Or at least Alexei thought it sounded like a British accent.<br><br>Chris was first on his feet to greet the newcomer," Hi, I'm Chris, this is Gina," Who raised an unenthusiastic hand in passing," And Ale... Yuri. The... you know, the Czar. Star of our show. Say hi Yuri," Trained to read the smallest indications in a human body, Chris knew that the Jackie, as she had introduced herself, had in fact come over to meet Alexei. He rose to his feet and offered his hand.<br><br>"A pleasure to meet you," He said, his heavy Russian accent making an appearance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 07:48:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/mtv-teenwolf/images/1/18/Scott_McCall_-_Season_3B.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140328000254)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Ken Aldrin<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Fransisco, CA | August 9, 2017 | 8 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Michael Foste<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking to Dr. Foste<br><hr><br>"Mythrium?" Ken raised an eyebrow at the name of this miraculous metal that was stronger, yet lighter than Titanium.&nbsp; Quite frankly, he didn't know whether to be excited at the idea of the existence of something straight out of a Sci-Fi series or be disappointed that they didn't name the metal "Adamantium" or something like that.&nbsp; Oh, what the hell... it was metal stronger than Titanium!&nbsp; Imagine if an entire suit was made out of that stuff!&nbsp; Those eyes of the scientist immediately lit up at the thought of all the sorts of applications that such a rare natural metal could be used for.&nbsp; "This metal... you've seen it before?&nbsp; I mean, with your own eyes?!"<br><br>It's been ten years since such an unimaginable piece of metal was found.&nbsp; The speedster scientist couldn't even begin to fathom what sorts of discoveries could had been made since then.<br><br>"MRM-815... I'm certain I've heard of that somewhere before..." Ken said, mostly to himself as he thought back to all of Dr. Hawk's research notes.&nbsp; It might not have even been from the notes to begin with.&nbsp; It wouldn't be strange if he had picked up on that word a while back when he 'accidentally' listened in on some of his employers' conversations.&nbsp; "Wait... when you said 'they found it', you don't mean...?"<br><br>There was a tiny sample of Mythrium, which was what Dr. Octavio, Foste, and others had during the project.&nbsp; Most likely, that tiny sample was currently in the Government's possession.&nbsp; If TAC 6 somehow managed to get a hold of a bunch of that material, then who knew just how much their equipment could get upgraded in the process.<br><br>"Foste... why did you seek me out?&nbsp; What exactly is it you want me to do about this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 09:48:58</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Deathnote</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Michael Foste</span><br>San Fransisco, CA | August 9, 2017 | 8 PM PST<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">(Ken Aldrin)</span></strong><br>Foste clenched his jaw at that last question. His thick gray brows knitted together in a tight fashion and he heaved a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “The Evolved, Ken. You are... A future of humanity. IVC may have failed to do what it was created to do, but with out a doubt it gave us as a species a new chance at life... Think about all of those others out there who have these gifts and the incredible things that they can do. Think of a world where instead of hunting them, instead of treating them like... Like... Freaks we embraced this change in ourselves. Think about what could be accomplished with powers like... Like yours.” He said, very pointedly. “If you were not limited by prying eyes, if you could simply be the way that you are now... Think about all you could accomplish not just for yourself, but for others... For the world! And you're not the only one.” His excited speech earned a heavy set of rasping coughs. His whole body shook.<br><br>“Tac 6 is a knee jerk response to the Evolved Ken, they're bad news and they've been given too much. With what they've found though? They could do real damage. If they have the resources, and they do, and the minds, which they also have I'm sure of it, they will learn all of Mythrium's secrets and use it to hunt the Evolved down.” He shook his head more, and let a steep frown grip his lips.<br><br>“It's too dangerous Ken, it's too dangerous for them... For anyone. I'm...” He chewed on his lips as if he was struggling to admit what the next words meant, “I'm too old, Ken. I don't have the power... I can't stop this...” He looked pained by that reality, this was clearly his only option.<br><br>“I don't know who to trust... But I saw your mind in that facility Ken Aldrin. I believe you to be a good man, who can make good choices. We don't get many moments in our lives to make a difference... And this is one of yours.” He looked up with those tired, dying, plagued eyes of his and locked them with Ken. He reached out and pressed his index finger roughly into the younger mans chest. “They're moving it,” He reached with his free hand into his pocket and took out a flash drive, “All of my research notes on Mythrium... And information about where it's going to be in a couple of days. You have to stop them Ken, you have to take it away from them. It's too much for an organization like that... Or any other to have. Take it away from Tac 6 and hide it, Ken. Get it away from the hands that would abuse such a power.” He held the flash drive out, “I want you to make a difference that I can't... But you're going to need help.”<br><br></span><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 19:39:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/09/fe/57/09fe5791b41d94052601b319a3f22ca2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952) <br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | 8/4/17| 6:30 a.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dhavali (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369964#msg12369964) and potentially Emily (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12366180#msg12366180)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>You are my Sunshine.<br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">Continued from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250448.msg12379770#msg12379770).</span></em><br><hr><br>Immediately, upon entering the seizure inducing, clashing color schemed apartment, Billie slipped her feet free from the pleasantly warm comfort of her slippers to walk barefoot across the hardwood floors. The crass and sometimes overly confident brunette ambled without rush through the main foyer, appearing as if she belonged rather than being a guest, following the sound of her young sister’s voice. <br><br>Dhavili’s apartment was sort of a second home for her, regardless of its occupants’ opinions. She had her fair share of personal crap littered throughout the space, forgotten pumps left abandoned underneath couches and dirty clothes intermixed in her younger sister’s laundry hamper. If that was not enough to make her an “unofficial” resident, some of her favorite snacks were stored away in their cabinets. Neither Emily nor Vali were aware of it but she also had her own personal key. Their landlord was highly susceptible to bribery. <br><br>Billie shook her head from side to side, temper not snapping forth into existence to fall into the grouch’s trap, as she settled down onto the nearest couch, stretching her legs out. An amused chuckle spilled from her mouth when she witnessed her sister’s absolute failure of tossing the fruit into her mouth.<br><br>“Nice try, Shaquille.”<br><br>Reaching over, she settled the identical steaming mugs onto the coffee table, the scent of the brew quickly spreading through the small space. Billie exercised her habit of selective hearing for a few seconds, pretending to be more interested in the random comic book she picked up from the table than answering her sister’s inquiry. She opened the comic to a random page, pretending to be deeply engrossed in its content, before discreetly peeking over the top in order to observe her sister’s reaction. <br><br>“What’s the best part of waking up, Ravi?” Billie questioned as she pulled the robe a little more tightly around her body, putting the girls out of sight. Before her sister could answer, she sang the answer in a high pitched tone which should not be heard anywhere than in the privacy of her shower. “The best part of waking up is Folgers in <em>yoooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuur </em>cup!” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 19:43:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0qA5RDeTuU/TC8AuWK5sSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EZFU5m85GKA/s1600/2009_Undisputed_3_18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alexei Mikhalev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12408256#msg12408256)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco / August 5th, 2017 / 7:30 AM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dhavali Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369964#msg12369964), Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> N/A<br><hr>Most people didn't like being up so early in the morning. For a night owl, the only good thing to do when seeing the number six and the letters AM at the same time on anything resembling a clock meant it was time to turn the phone back off and sleep for another... eternity. And Alexei couldn't blame them. As a man who's job description was staying up until all hours of the day, mornings were meant to be slept on. But today was different. He had gone to bed at a reasonable hour the night before, having had no work to speak of, and this morning, he was up and about as the clock in his little motel room struck 6:15. having the ability to sleep at any time and wake up six to eight hours later feeling refreshed and rested wasn't something that could be learned, but it could be honed, and nothing was better at honing one's ability to control one's own body clock than staying at a work camp for three years, where one was subjected to harsh physical labor from when the sun came up to when the sun went down.<br><br>By 6:30, he was already outside wearing a plain white tank top and light running pants and shoes. A quick warming up had him jogging. He didn't like doing his exercises in the middle of the day, although he was usually deprived of a choice. His afternoons and evenings were generally consumed by work, and he didn't like working out in the oppressive heat of the midday sun. So when he had time to do it in the morning, he was thankful. Jogging, some spurts of sprinting, which he was able now to hold for over a minute, some light freerunning when he passed by some appropriate area. The city was just beginning to fill up with people heading to work, leaning on their horns like their lives depended on it and cussing each other out. There were already the sounds of sirens wailing around the city, but Alexei ignored them all. The city was his playground, and the people in it were... well, background noise, for the most part, but still there, which was why he avoided using his abilities during his run. San Francisco had the largest variety of people that he had ever seen, so many interesting stories, backgrounds, talents and viewpoints on the world. But for the most part, they ignored the well-built man with scary scars and tattoos and the almost decent grasp of the English Language. Listening was what he did best though. You learns a lot more from listening than from flapping your jaw, after all.<br><br>Arriving at the beach after about an hour, Alexei paused in his run, breathing heavily and taking a long sip of water from the nearby water fountain. The beach was still comparatively empty at this time of day, with the occasional jogger, early bird yoga class and a couple or two walking near the water. There was a peacefulness to silence. Deep thoughts came from it, and great books and songs were written under its influence.<br><br>Not by him, of course, but he could still appreciate the concept without sharing in all the... well geniusness. He was a city boy. Cars and motorcycles were his version of the babbling brook and soothing sound of the waves, Sirens and horns his version of crickets chirping.<br><br>He pulled his tank top over his head and laid it over a nearby bench before stretching his tired legs and warming his arms up. Taking deep breaths, he walked over to the crossbar that was near the fountain and with a smooth jump straight up, he grabbed the smooth bar and pulled himself up quickly, letting his chin up over the bar and then back down again, in quick repetitions. As quickly as he could, he kept going until he could feel his back and arms burning with exertion, heavy beads of sweat rolling down his bare, taut shoulders and tense biceps. He kept going until he felt a sickening weakness filling his muscles and he considered giving himself a few minutes' rest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 03:25:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cinedesuperheroes.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/black-panther-chadwick-boseman-t-challa-marvel-disney-captain-america-civil-war-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elijah Brandt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370187#msg12370187)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Improvising<br><hr><br>"You couldn't keep eyes on if I didn't want you to. Trust me, I'm here to help, but you've gotta let me. So trust me, <em>please</em>. I just wanna help." He hoped she would get with the program, because plenty of times when you tried to help someone and not only did they not accept your help, but they actively fought you made things far more difficult than they should be. He could deal with difficult, he just really didn't fucking want to right around now. He wanted a quick, clean, easy in and out. The plan was simple though.<br><br>&nbsp;Open the door. So he stood behind the girls sister, his muscles coiled, tensed, and ready to explode at the slightest hint of trouble, and the trouble starter would be pinned to the floor with an unbearably painful amount of amps going through them. Then she did something in the air, causing it to warp and warble in front of he and the sister. He didn't question it, as he'd seen too many powers over the years and just figured it would help. When the door opened up, he silently cursed as he remembered he'd deactivated the electronic lock to get inside.<br><br>&nbsp;Without putting power back into it, it was stuck with the door locks in the out position so it wouldn't close fully. Well once the "Tac 6" agent was inside and talking to Dara, he stepped out from the invisibility bubble and calmly put a hand on the door. It buzzed for a few seconds, then the LED display flashed from red to green. He closed it, and it locked. Then he took a few steps back. "She's right. Cops have this whole area cordoned off. Last time I checked, they had the roads closed for at least two blocks. Plenty are stationed right downstairs and out in the parking lot. And when Tac shows up, they're gonna storm this building floor by floor until they find you and put you a collar on your neck. So please...let us help you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 06:09:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/wondersofthesandbox/images/b/bc/Rosie-Tupper-09.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shae Lux Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> -<br><hr>Shae felt little need to correct the names cockiness, let him believe whatever he wanted. She did however believe that he was being genuine in his offer, but he couldn't fault Dara for acting the way that she was. It wasn't uncommon for her to feel powerless, despite being a powered individual and this whole situation simply illustrated more how much baggage she really was. She watched as the air around them seemed to thicken, and inside the bubble she knew that she'd be safe – or at the worst be able to mess someone up if they tried something funny when they came through the door. She almost did too, she took in a quick breath ready to shed this new womans ears the moment that Shae saw the Tac 6 attire – but again her words were enough to keep her from blasting away.<br><br>When Elijah left the bubble and shut the door and started in on his little spiel about the state of the building, she couldn't help but wonder. She padded over to the window, out of the bubble and peered outside where she could see the noise of the city. She didn't like doing this because it inspired awesome headaches, but this situation seemed to warrant the activity. She had to filter out just the noise, and slowly she locked onto the sound waves that were words, speech. Then she began reading them, looking for anything that might be helpful. Nothing, nothing, nothing, noth- She paused and focused in on that conversation. “They're coming in from the back of the building,” She piped up, relaying the information being fed to the police van outside. “ETA four minutes. Officers are instructed to continue the lock down of the building.”<br><br>She turned away from the window and frowned, furrowed her brows and stuffed her hands into her pockets. She still didn't want to leave, not without saying something to the others – unfortunately she seemed to be outnumbered here. All she could do was heavy a light sigh and shuffle back towards the group, waiting for some sort of plan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 13:56:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FT0LnKc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Panic<br><hr><i>Woah.</i> Okay, seriously? How did all of these people know that they were being hunted when she and Shae pretty much no fucking clue until a second ago?! How the hell was <i>that</i> fair? I mean, she wasn't really surprised. Then again, she was surprised that these two seemed to think the twins already knew what was going on. She had to suppose that was sort of a good sign in its own weird way - it meant they hadn't really been surveying the two of them and that hopefully meant others weren't either. <br><br>As for Eli... Dara shot him a rather withering stare. "You sure have a lot of confidence in yourself for some guy that doesn't know either of us or our capabilities." Was he trying to prove her point about him being dangerous to them? Because this whole viking 'pound my fist against my chest' thing really wasn't working for him and really made her want to kick him out of her third story window. That aside, her attention drew towards Shae as she made her way towards the window. "Careful... There could be snipers..." Murmured towards her twin, already reinforcing the window subtly. <br><br>"Right... Well then..." She blinked towards their two wouldbe saviors. "I guess we should get the hell out of here." She piped up, wandering over to first and foremost grab the savings she'd stuffed into her bag and shoved it into her inner coat pocket. Everything else could be replaced. "Shae, I think you should deadzone the area - lock out their communications. Think you can do that?" Then she glanced towards Kumiho and Eli. "Unless you guys have a better way for us to get out of here, I'm going to need everyone to move in real close to me and <i>stay</i> close to me, or I won't be able to keep us all invisible." She informed them, only to shoot another glance towards Eli. "And moving fast would be ill-advised." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 20:11:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California / August 2017 / 9:00 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dalys Xavier Armstrong Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369109#msg12369109)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Looking for some expertise<br><hr>He thought he was happy with her, he really was. Close proximity tended to make some see the smallest cracks in even the most perfect porcelain, and Ryan was beginning to see that. Charlotte... he loved her, but there were some things that were starting to annoy him. Was it the way the engine felt like it wanted to cough when he pushed the speed? Or was it how the muffler was just a little too effective and the loud thrum of the powerful engine was a bit too muted? It was a hundred tiny different things. He had been happy with the bike so far, so he wasn't going to trade her in for a newer model in a million years. There was such a thing as loyalty when it came to a man and his bike, but it didn't mean that when things needed fixing, he wouldn't take her to get looked at. Besides she had had a long run from Boston to San Fran, and maybe a checkup was in order anyways. So he set out to find a shop. He knew a thing or a dozen about fixing, maintaining and improving bikes, but he hadn't been able to bring his tools from his cousin's shop, so he needed to find one here.<br><br>And he encountered a steaming pile of disappointment. Most of the Wildling Charters across the States had their own shops where they could chop, repair and maintain the members rides, as well as bringing in a little extra cash with repairing other people's cars and bikes too. But not all of them did, and while the San Fran charters was one of the largest charter in the country, Ryan was incredible soured to find out that they didn't have their own shop. Most of the members took their bikes to be looked at at one of the local garages, and a handful did their own maintenance. Ryan could have done what needed to be done if had the proper tools, but when one of the members showed him the tools that he used, Ryan's response was as immediate as it was final.<br><br>"If you touch Charlene with one of those piece of shit, rusty tools, I will murder you."<br><br>It started a fight, and Ryan won and ended up buying the guys that he trounced drinks and helping the whole night to fix up the bar later, but the point was clear enough. The way he saw it, he had a couple of options. He could either find some tools that he felt comfortable working on Charlene with, or he could find a shop with the right tools that might help him out, either with expertise or with a little room and the tools that he needed. It was like doing surgery. You couldn't touch a person with a used needle or a rusty scalpel. Why should it be any different with a bike?<br><br>He spent the night doing what tinkering he could with the tools that he had brought, but as midnight turned to the wee hours of the morning, he made up his mind. He would have to visit this shop that the other Wildlings went to and see if they could help him. If they had shitty, rusty tools too, though he would have a very serious conversation with Ol' Jimmy about opening a Wildling-liaised, because as things stood, it was embarrassing in the extreme.<br><br>Not a lot of sleep was had that night, so he got up early to get going to find that shop. In his annoyance, he had forgotten to get the address of the place, so one of the Wildlings was woken up early with a phone call. Took Ryan two or three tries before someone who knew where it was picked up and gave him the instructions.<br><br>During his previous visits to the city, he had never done much sight seeing or exploring, and in fact had spent most of his time going up and down the rest of the State instead of in San Fran itself. All that to say, it took him a few times of getting lost and reacquiring his bearing to finally find himself rolling up to the shop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 01:38:25</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Inerrant Lust, Orange Marmalade</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Whatever plans they had to easily vanish from the neighborhood were brought to a very quick stop the branches of the tree hit the ground and blocked the path. All three cars quickly came to a halt – Lancaster seemed to be listening intently to something that was going on in his ear. There was only that very small window of reprieve before the first vehicle flipped onto its side and was pushed onto the curb.<br><br>Lancaster brought his wrist up, “Contact!” He shouted, just in time to hear a similar sound of the vehicle behind them flipped as well and was pushed away. Lancaster and the driver both reached for the doors and got out of the car. From within their suits the produced silenced hand-guns, nothing particularly scary, but to any unarmed individual they'd be enough. The driver made his way out of the the car and darted across the street, running to one of the near by cars and hunkering down behind it. Lancaster on the other hand stayed near the middle SUV.<br><br>From the two vehicles that had been thrashed, the doors started to get pushed open, slowly the agents were going to emerge and join the situation, but no doubt it'd take all of them a minute to get a grip on what had just happened.<br><br>“Watch the mother,” Lancaster barked into his radio while slinking around the door with his pistol extended, eyes on the look out for what – or rather obviously who – had caused the storm to appear out of no where. “I need eyes, cover the area. Get out of those damn cars.”<br><br>Turning his head back towards the Denali, he tried to peer inside, but from his angle couldn't manage it. “Hang tight Kyle,” He called, “We have no intention of letting these people take you. This is exactly the kind of situation we wanted to prevent.”<br><br></span><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 06:52:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0qA5RDeTuU/TC8AuWK5sSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EZFU5m85GKA/s1600/2009_Undisputed_3_18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alexei Mikhalev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12408256#msg12408256)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco / August 17th, 2017 / 7:30 AM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Nadia de Lucchi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12410206#msg12410206), Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Magicking in the street!<br><hr>There were some issues with what he was doing. It took some nerve to just stand up in the middle of a public street and call attention to yourself, but Alexei had made his peace with it. Street artist was one of the oldest professions in the world, and there weren't many better ways of getting butts into seats when it came to magic shows than showcasing your talents on the street. Plus, some people found the foreign accent something of a magnet. It was all a show, he thought as he placed his gear on the ground and grabbed the attention of the passerbys with his setting it up. A small, transportable pedestal and putting a mysterious looking black box on top of it. Next, he pulled some locks, chains and a pair of handcuffs out of his bag and, but then, a small crowd had gathered to see what this guy was up to. He finished setting it up and with a flourish, placed a fez on the ground. <br><br>"What is up, ladies and gentlemen?" He asked, smiling in as performance enhancing way as he knew how, slipping the handcuffs onto his hands, locking them nice and neatly, tight around his wrists," You must be wondering why I'm placing myself under arrest. Well, since there are no police here, I have to do it myself, don't I? Besides, It's not like the police would be doing much good," With a quick flourish of his wrists, his hands came loose from the cuffs, without the cuffs themselves even opening.<br><br>A smattering of claps, but the crowd was not impressed.<br><br>"Hah, you want something more impressive," In a world where the impressive was commonplace, it would be a trick to balance oneself between the impressive and the impossible. He pointed at one of the spectators, a young man who didn't look like he needed to be anywhere in a hurry.<br><br>"You, could you give these cuffs a look?"<br><br>The young man looked around, disbelieving that he had been picked," Ummm sure?"<br><br>"You look like you know way around a pair of cuffs," The crowd chuckled," He know what I talk of."<br><br>The man blushed by laughed with everyone else, looking at the cuffs, checking for the common things that people looked for in trick cuffs. None of them would be there, and he offered them back to Alexei," They look legit, man."<br><br>"Thank you..."<br><br>"Thomas."<br><br>"Thank you, Thomas. Now," Alexei turned around and put his hands behind his back," Would you be so kind as to cuff me? Make sure that it's nice and tight too."<br><br>"Okay," Was the shrug enhanced response as he came forward and snapped the cuffs in place, tightening them, at the crowd's egging, until Alexei could feel his pulse ticking against the cool steel.<br><br>"Why doesn't someone come over to check on Thomas' work? Thomas, pick someone."<br><br>"Okay..." The young man looked around and picked out a young woman to come forward. Young and pretty, with a distinctive party girl look to her. She jogged forward from her group of friends, giggling and came over and checked how tight the cuffs were.<br><br>"Looking good?"<br><br>"Looks great," She said, with a little inflection in the last word that made it sound like a question.<br><br>"Awesome," Alexei turned around," And what's your name?"<br><br>"Carmen."<br><br>"Nice to meet you, Carmen," He extended a hand, still attached to the cuffs but not the other hand. It took the crowd the amount of time that it took for Carmen to take the Russian's hand to realize the trick and they clapped, a bit more impressed, more so when he slipped the now free cuff over her hand. None of them noticed that the cuff wasn't open when it went over her wrist. More clapping. Alexei slipped between Thomas and Carmen and bowed to the claps, but having bumped into Thomas on the way there, phasing the cuff that was still on his wrist onto Thomas' wrist. A snap of static electricity went through the two of them and as Thomas reacted predictably, jerking his hand away, he did so under the realization that he was now cuffed to Carmen.<br><br>Now he had the people's attention.<br><br>"Didn't I say he knew his way around a pair of cuffs?" Alexei said with a laugh, winking at Thomas and handing Carmen the key to the cuffs," Give it a second. Get to know Thomas." She nodded and giggled and Alexei turned back to the slightly larger crowd," A round of applause for Thomas and Carmen, everyone!"<br><br>The two helpers blushed and backed away, with Carmen trying to undo the cuffs.<br><br>"But enough party tricks, ladies and gentlemen!" He said, turning to the black box and pedestal, taking the wooden cube from it's perch and opened it," I'll need someone to step in and help me out with this one."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 07:27:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/teen-wolf-tyler-hoechlin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max Doubrava (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 2 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kyle, Agents<br><strong>Content:</strong> A really shitty plan<br><hr><br>Max was actually a bit impressed with himself and how well those air powers had worked. Sure, he'd practiced them, and he mostly knew his limits, but actually seeing them in action always gave him a bit of a thrill, and the fact that he'd managed to knock over the two vehicles was a definite win since he hadn't been entirely sure how heavy they might be - for all he knew the Tac-6 stuff was three times as heavy as normal, all armored up, but judging by the damage that wasn't the case.<br><br>He watched, hidden deep among the torn up tree roots, as the driver ran off towards one of the other vehicles, the other man getting out and saying something to those inside. Max wasn't quite sure what to do next, his plan didn't exactly extend beyond the whole 'stop them from getting away' thing, and he wished he'd been a bit more active learning new powers so he'd have more at his disposal here. Why couldn't he have taken a little nip of someone who didn't have to fear bullets or something?<br><br>The longer he waited the more dangerous thing were going to get, so Max decided to just keep up with the current tactics that had served him so far: Balls to the wall, just go for it - so that's what he did. Once again he summoned the air, the entire area growing windy briefly, but this time he focused it around himself, and then under himself. A moment later a giant gust came and launched him into the air, sending him flying for the middle vehicle and the agent who had turned to peer inside the vehicle. <br><br>As Max flew through the air, the man roared, and halfway through the action the sound turned from that of a man roaring to something more like a monster as his features suddenly changed and claws grew from his fingers as he landed just in front of that agent. Max went for the man immediately, launching himself at the man to try to grab and disarm him, even as the wind in the area continued to pick up, a little mini hurricane all around them. Max's brow broke out in a sweat at the effort of doing everything at once, but he hoped with everything he had this would all be over quickly.<br><br>"You're not going to take another one," he growled out, the sound much harsher than normal thanks to his visage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 08:19:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/max_thieriot/fotos/5604/max_thieriot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kyle Carnes<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 1400<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Content With The Enemy<br><hr><br>Kyle was noticeably alarmed at these new... developments. His pulse still hand't caught up to all the excitement yet, but his mind was moving a mile a minute. Which is to say, even more rapidly than normal for the teenage brainiac. The driver and Agent Lancaster left to deal with whatever was going on outside, leaving the young man to his own devices.<br><br>He immediately went for the lock, but found that the driver only opened up the one on Agent Lancaster's side. Real fancy, these government vehicles. The agent was standing right outside the open door next to him so that was a no-go. Same with the driver's. The front passenger seat might be open, or he could climb up to the control panel and unlock the whole vehicle and make his way out from the opposite side. Or, in the principle of Occam's razor, Kyle could unlock the door next to him. It hadn't been more than a few minutes... Plenty enough time. He put his hand on the handle and concentrated. The door shuddered a bit in place, until finally- the door lock snapped up in just the same condition it was in moments before he entered the vehicle.<br><br>Kyle burst out the side of the Denali, off the side of the road. He remembered every turn they took, every street they passed even if he couldn't see much from the back seat. Besides, it was his home neighborhood... and he knew shortcuts. The young man ran hard and fast. He wasn't a sprinter, sure, but it took his body a long time to get winded. He didn't know <em>what</em> was going on back there. Tac-6 was under attack, which suited him just fine... but Chanakya's wisdom aside, an enemy of your enemy is not <em>always</em> your friend. Judging by the... bestial nature of the man currently occupying Tac-6, however much Kyle could assess in the seconds that he remained within the vehicle, there was no telling if he was truly friend or foe...<br><br>None of that mattered, though. What mattered the most was getting back to his mother. If anything had happened to his mom and dad... He didn't know what he'd do. For the first time in many years, Kyle didn't have a plan after that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 15:57:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/rubyrose2_zpspfwxe4gv.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Baltimore, Maryland | 9th August 2017, Wednesday | 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Alexei | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://66.media.tumblr.com/ad14ad559b0ed77706474ddc5f0fad3c/tumblr_nq6199wRN81qzk5h3o2_500.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Just being friendly and mingling.</em><br><hr><br>At the friendliness shown by the other two performers, Jackie was quick to wave her hand back in such an enthusiastic manner and her smile broadened, "Pleased to meet you both, Chris and Gina! I watched you guys during the opening performance.. You both were smashing up there!" Her smile was as sincere as her passion was for dancing, as it was, but even she was excited to meet with the other performers in hopes that they could connect when it came to appreciating art forms and then changed some secrets when it came to their skills and talents.<br><br>Her attention turned fully to the rugged Russian man who stood up to offer his hand for a handshake. She took the hand with her right hand to give a firm shake; her grip indicating on the hidden inner strength her body had despite the deceivingly lithe body she had. "Quite!" She remarked in turn, the smile on her lips was as bright as her personality as she spoke further, "And here my friends back there were telling me you looked rather scary. And here you are, being a very fine ol' chap! I told them that is all bollocks, silly them!"<br><br>She tilted her head, letting her light viridian gaze linger upon the Russian's features and her smile turned with a hint of cheekiness underlying it, "And you look mighty fine this close-up. One of my girls back there is eyeing you like you're an eye candy, but I'm sure you get loads of attention, aren't I right?" The more she spoke, Jackie soon realized on how she might be overwhelming the man with how chatty she was. But then again, it was just her being overly excited with the prospect on meeting someone new — especially a foreigner from a country she never been to.<br><br>"I'm really sorry! I got ahead of myself there.. I get like that when I'm too excited, mind you," she chuckled softly though a little embarrassed on how she was behaving at first. The brunette eased up easily however as she spoke further, though this time, she directed her words to Chris and Gina too, "That was a really barmy stunt Yuri did! Do you all do these kind of stunts very often, or you could do magical tricks like a magician as well?"<br><br>She shuffled slightly on her feet as Jackie reached into her pocket of her pants for a moment, only to withdraw a simple card and handed it to Chris, figuring he would be interested, "I'm the choreographer for my team, by the way. We're called 'New Generation'.. I'm not too certain whether you saw our dance earlier, but we've done a lot of performances for the past few years or so."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 21:59:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/76/Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg/600px-Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Elijah<br><strong>Content:</strong> There They Are<br><br>There was a lot to take in, within the space of 30 seconds.&nbsp; It was a lucky thing that Kumiho was easygoing, and not possessed of any offensive powers or a hair trigger, because in the space of those 30 seconds, several people appeared suddenly in a corner to Kumi's side, one of whom locked the door behind Kumiho while the other seemed to spy or listen in on the cops outside, from inside the room.<br><br>"I definitely found the right room," Kumiho muttered, more to herself than anyone else.&nbsp; Sometimes life was just amusing.&nbsp; Standing cocked on one foot, she listened to the others, taking in information.&nbsp; The one girl had some sort of hearing.&nbsp; The other could make them invisible?&nbsp; That would explain the sudden appearing act.&nbsp; The fellow, well, Kumi wasn't sure about that though it might involve speed.&nbsp; Quite a group.<br><br>She considered saying she didn't need to be invisible, but decided it was more fun to play along.&nbsp; Would she seem invisible to herself, she wondered?&nbsp; Time to find out.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Shae?" she said, following up on the other girl's comment.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you."&nbsp; She extended a hand as she stepped nearer to the inviisiblity gal.&nbsp; "Kumiho," she added looking at each in turn in way of introductions.&nbsp; She didn't bother changing her appearance, if she was going to suddenly be visible, this would be a safer look than anything.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm guessing there might be some attention on the main stairwell," Kumiho added, knowing that guard would eventually realize something was up.&nbsp; "So if there's another way out, might be the best bet at this moment."&nbsp; Kumi stuck her hands in her pockets, waiting for the group to move.&nbsp; Now that things were underway she was perfectly relaxed.&nbsp; "So what does deadzoning mean?" she added, curious about these new Evolved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 03:57:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6dSfWzO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Martinez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388433#msg12388433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Muir Woods National Monument, California | August 6, 2017 | 10:16 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie (Closed)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Adventure, Flirtation, Wondering<br><hr><br>With the fake look of annoyance Julie gave him, James returned it with a big grin of his own. He could sense that she wasn't annoyed. Even though they had only just met. Her playfulness up till now, being a big clue-in. Few women like Julie, ever got annoyed by playfulness like his. It only got them more excited. The good kind of ladies didn't come around very often. Many were being corrupted and wasting their lives. The question remained. Was Julie one of the good ones or was she just going to end up on the list of flings? Thus, James savored the good ones. They didn't come around as often as he would have liked.<br><br>So far, she seemed interesting. <br><br>Her answer stalled him a few moments. She'd called herself English. <em>Oh, that kind of English</em>. He chuckled inwardly. American's always just called them Brits. Not entirely inaccurate, but some might consider it lazy. Especially when the United Kingdom had long been composed of several nationalities. She'd arrived from South Africa, too boot. Tempting to call it an English colony, with how much influence Great Britain had in the region during its formation, but no. It had been founded by the Dutch. Intriguing little tidbits, but James quickly pushed those away too focus on the lovely lady before him.<br><br>“Welcome to the United States, or just America, as us natives call it. Though, you probably already knew that.”<br><br>When she submerged and came up with her socks, shoes, and her shorts, James' mind quickly questioned which of two possible reasons she had done that. Was she simply making it easier to swim or did she have other 'reasons'? Perhaps both. James always played it cool and never let himself get excited. Until it was time to get excited. The thought of being near a lady with less than normal amounts of clothing, was always thrilling. Regardless if it meant sex was incoming or not. With Anna it wasn't always certain, as she enjoyed showing off her stunning body - it never ever got old gazing at that feminine creature. For some men, that might have diminished so called, 'lesser women', but not for James. He appreciated many different female body-types. Anna had a hard, slender, and sculpted body, but a soft lady was always pleasant as well.<br><br>Regardless of her intent, it didn't mean he couldn't get a bit undressed himself. With a smirk, he ducked under the water and came back up with his soggy socks and soaked shoes. He chucked them at the area where Julie's items had landed. Then he removed his shirt and threw it there as well. Revealing his sculpted torso. He did not have large bulky muscles like a showman. He had moderate muscle size. Yet every inch was honed. Taking the eyes for a savory and undulating ride. As they traveled up and down the hard curves of his biceps and the wide plateau and gentle fall of his pecs. Beneath the water, he sported immaculate six pack abs. Even with the distortion of the water playing tricks, so far, James looked to be carved from marble molded by Michelangelo himself. And Julie hadn't even gotten a clear view of him yet. <br><br>“America does not sport such wildness,” James replied almost sadly. “We still have bears, but most live in the north. Near the Canadian border. You'll never see a Grizzly in California. Black or brown bears, sure. We have Rattlesnakes, Cougars – though rare – and last year, a new but small pack of Wolves apparently ventured down in the most northern section of California. The older American's were quite efficient at removing the most of the threatening wildlife.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 08:34:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://iammanchic.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/jeff4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Colette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being surprised.<br><hr>With a very satisfying hiss, Jason popped the little metal cap off his beer bottle and tossed it into the recycling – He and Elena were green like that. With bottle in hand he sauntered through the kitchen, towards the den where he was planning to relax for the night. That was until he heard the doorbell ring, it's whimsical sound ringing through the house with a tune that Elena enjoyed. His brows curled in as he tried to figure out who exactly was out this far on his property this late at night, to the best of his knowledge he wasn't expecting visitors – and Elena wasn't even there. He lifted the bottle to his lips and took four long gulps to drain more then half of it before setting it down on the counter.<br><br>The real problem with unexpected guests was getting ready for them, it wasn't as if he could just answer the door in his pants – the only thing he'd been wearing. It wasn't even because he didn't want strangers to see his body, he was hardly ashamed of that. It was those blasted feathered wings that he couldn't just make vanish that were a much bigger problem. Truthfully he considered just ignoring it, but if someone was out here it wasn't likely be accident. With a heavy sigh he jogged his way over to the closet near the front door and grabbed a shirt and tugged it over himself – in his state of hurry to get the door he ripped the stupid thing trying to get his wings through, but at least his front was covered and that was what mattered. Also from the closet he grabbed his wool long coat and tugged it over his shoulders to cloak his wings from sight. It was the only way he could pass – though quiet well – as a normal person.<br><br>Once properly dressed, a thing he did not want to be, he made his way for the front door and pressed down on the button latch, his other hand went and flipped the double porch lights on. The door opened and his brow eyes scanned the women – whom he was positive he did not know – on his doorstep over. She looked like a tourist, but that didn't seem to make much sense as to why she'd be here. He hadn't failed to notice the case tied to her hand, but the strangest thing by far was that she greeted him by name. “Hello?” He said, though it was much more a question then a legitimate greeting. “I'm sorry, but...” He paused, winkled his nose and shook his head, “Do I know you...?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 11:06:28</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Inerrant Lust, Orange Marmalade</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">A normal man might have jumped out of his skin when seeing Max in his terrible visage of teeth and claws, completed by deep snarling voice and demanding words. Lancaster, however, was not nearly so impressed. He was a true Tac 6 soldier, and this is what they were trained to deal with – even if this circumstance was less then ideal. Truthfully though, Max was telling the truth. The group of agents here was not equipped to handle a sudden attack, not and take every one the way that they were supposed to be. He hesitated to squeeze the trigger on his pistol and pump a round – or five – into Max's chest, and instead activated his com unit to give an order. Even if he didn't make it out of here, the unit wouldn't be without direction, “Code sixty-six,” He said once, before shouting into the com again, his eyes meeting Max's with just as a ferocious glare, “CODE SIXTY-SIX!”<br><br>The agent who had moved away from the center car didn't need to wait for a second calling of the order – whatever it meant, it was clearly coded instructions for some sort of standard situation response. That agent, who had heard Max whip across the street, turned back and stood up tall. Equipped with his own pistol he grasped and took a quick aim at Max and then squeezed his trigger, repeatedly. Silenced booms erupted from the pistol as four shots found their way in the air in the direction of Max – leaving him not nearly enough time to preserve himself and deal the agent before him who had called the order.<br><br>Just after shouting the order a second time, Lancaster also refocused his attention on Max and began to squeeze out shoots in his direction – though each was hopefully a hit, his intent was more to get the Evolved away from his face then anything else.<br><br>Out of the back Denali, the first of the agents popped their head out of the overturned window. They pulled themselves out and flopped onto the ground with a loud groan. Still they were a soldier and they had an order. From their blazer he pulled out a familiar looking pistol and took a quick look at the scenario around him. That's when he saw the boy darting as fast as he could back the way that he had come. He quickly – or as quickly as he could – pushed himself to his feet and took aim at the running boy. A trigger squeeze and a moment later a bullet slammed into the ground about eight feet in front of Kyle and off to his right, the dirt exploded from the impact.<br><br>Another half a second later and another bullet whipped past his head on the left – it was close enough that he could have seen it whip past his face in his peripheral vision – and shattered a porch standing potted plant at the house he was passing as he bolted. Click. A third shot fired from the silenced fun and the bullet was true, it ripped through the air but it never passed him. Instead Kyle could feel that sharp piercing pain, that sudden burn and then a numbness that would over take his entire lower body. The bullet ripped through the flesh of his lower back, and embedded itself right near the base of his spin.<br><br></span><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 11:23:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Jason<br><strong>Content:</strong> What's in the box?<br><hr><br>"You might" Colette said with a smile. It was good to finally get to relax after all the rushing about trying to just get to New York, a small wrinkle to the job like this was nothing to get worked up about. It helped that her powers gave her a lot of confidence, there weren't many men in the world she couldn't effortlessly overpower if things got troublesome.<br><br>"I haven't been in America for a few years and there's fanastical things happening every day. Colette Delcroix" she said, holding out her free hand in hope of a handshake. She was after all representing one of those fantastical things.<br><br>"I was hired by a mysterious stranger to deliver this case to you at what is on reflection a rather small expense." she gave the chunky metal case a wave and once again praised her bodies enhanced strenght, if only so carrying this thing around for a few days hadn't murdered her arms.<br><br>"If you want to know more you're really going to have to open it sorry, I'm all out of explanation. I am very curious as to what's in it though, want to find out together?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 11:52:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://iammanchic.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/jeff4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Colette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being surprised.<br><hr>“I'd, uh... Introduce myself,” He started as he reached out with a hand and taking hers for a little shake, “But it seems you already know my name Colette,”<br><br>This whole thing wasn't sitting particularly well with him. A mysterious stranger sending him a briefcase by personal courier? It couldn't be one of his clients, at least he didn't think it could be. His eyes narrowed, he scanned her from head to toe. This could have been his past catching up to him. Somehow one of the cartels could have found him, tracked him down and was going to tie up an age old loose end. Not that he felt like he warranted the attention, but they liked to keep long grudges. After a moment of contemplation he determined that it was better to know then to turn her away. Not in the house though, if this was a bomb of some kind then he wanted to be somewhere that was his.<br><br>Jason stepped outside with her and shut the door behind himself. “Let's go over to my garage.” He gestured with his head and set off the porch, and out into the expansive front yard. “So you were hired by a stranger to deliver a package to a stranger, in a country that you haven't been to in years huh?” He mused, just sort of replaying through the information to make sure he had gotten it all. “Do you make a habit of doing things like this?” He inquired, turning his head and raising a brow at her.<br><br>The travel from front door to this garage wasn't terribly far – not even five minutes distance. They rounded the corner of the house and there was another, separate, building that had all the lights turned off. He lead her to the side door and pushed it open, flipping the switch near the door on to illuminate the inside. It wasn't a car garage – which was likely evident by the lack of driveway leading to it – but rather some sort of work space. It almost looked like a smithy, except lining shelves along the walls were beautifully crafted glass trinkets, baubles and figures. Near the back half of the single room building there was a large table that was mostly clear. “Set it there,” He gestured, offering her the way first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 12:42:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Jason<br><strong>Content:</strong> What's in the box?<br><hr><br>"First time!" Colette said peppily. The lack of trust didn't bother her, it was clear this delivery wasn't announced so of course it'd be weird. "I'm usually self employed these days, making my own trouble, but if someone comes along with an offer interesting enough then I'm up for a challenge. Besides, everyone should visit New York at least once in their lives right? I've been in enough movies set there it'd be almost criminal if I didn't see it at least once for real."<br><br>So far all she'd seen was the inside of a hotel room and had a hotdog, but after a day sitting in an aircraft luggage storage section that shower had been heaven. It was all downhill from New York after that. It could be wall to wall smoking hot men and massage and she'd still feel like the trip had peaked early. This glassblowing garage was nice though, she'd tried it once and made a lumpy thing that looked like she had the hiccups. It took patience and a lot of breath control, two things more men could use with learning in her opinion.<br><br>Her damp red hair had a little flutter to it as she swished over to the table and planted the case of on it with a surprisingly simple flick of her arm. If there was a bomb in the case it would appear to be the lightest bomb ever made because Colette was having no troubles with it at all.<br><br>"It's got an anti-tamper. I can't let go of it for more than a few seconds until it's unlocked." Colette said, which was an entirely true but not entirely honest statement. "It was a really long flight with it and don't even get me started on the other issues that causes. I thought you'd know this was coming so I get this has got to be weird, but believe me. If this case really was trouble then they've chosen possible the dumbest possible way to get it to you."<br><br>She slid the case to face Jason and present the thumbprint unlock, one arm stretched over it so she can still hold the handle. <br><br>"Weird describes it well. If you really don't know who sent this I've no idea how this thumbprint thing is even going to work. You sure you're not a spy? I won't tell anyone. Spies are sexy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 13:17:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://iammanchic.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/jeff4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Colette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being surprised.<br><hr>Well at least she was excited about this little adventure of hers. Jason was less so. “First time to New York huh?” He said with the lightest chuckle, “Remind me to show you around when we're done here, Colette.”<br><br>Jason watched from a slight distance when she went to the table and explained the anti-tamper and attempted to assure him that it wasn't trouble. He didn't really buy it, until she mentioned thumb prints. He raised a heavy brow and gazed at the case as it was turned around for him. While it was possible that it was one of the cartels, someone from his past, he was pretty confident that they didn't have his thumb print so that made it pretty unlikely. Slowly he approached the table and crouched down so he was eye level with it, “Well if I'm a spy, it's news to me. I really have no idea who sent this.”<br><br>He reached up and scratched at the scruff on his face. He really wanted to shift, he was confident that if this thing was going to blow up that it wouldn't harm him like that. What he didn't want to do though was give that little bit away to this – for all intents and purposes – stranger in his garage. And it didn't seem like she was going to let it go and give him some privacy. “What the hell,” He sighed and reached out with his right hand and stuck his thumb to the little pad. “If we blow up,” He started, giving her a quick side glance, “I'm not going to pay for the dinner we're going to have while you explain how this all happened to you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 14:25:38</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Premier, Wispyr</span></strong></span></div><hr><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">As soon as Jason's finger touched the little finger print scanner it came alive. There was a soft trill from within the case and then very suddenly the latches on the front of the case popped and a very quiet hiss was let out as the internal pressure that Colette had been warned about was released. The trill was followed by some very quiet whirring that sounded like a machine moving – which, in fact, it was. The hinges on the back of the case peeled back towards Colette until the case was sitting open with the back of the case locked upright and only slightly leaned back. Inside the upper part of the case that was now standing was an appropriately sized monitor tucked into case which lit up to display a very high resolution background – not that it was anything fancy, a gradient of steel tones. Not even anything on the desktop to play with, and no keyboard or mouse to go with it.<br><br>The bottom of the case, where controls for the computer should have been, was a cellphone, a watch, and a dozen ear pieces. If this wasn't a kit for a spy, it certainly looked like one.<br><br>The screen seemed to fritz for a moment before a virtual woman walked across the bottom of it, using what should have been the task bar as a walkway. She turned her attention up to Jason and smiled widely. “Hello Mr. Vandel,” She eerily turned her attention to Colette, “And you Ms. Delcroix.”<br><br>“As my associate told you,” She said pointedly at Colette, “At this stage your involvement is no longer required, the terms of your agreement have been completed. On behalf of our mutual employer I would like to thank you for delivering this package in such a timely manner. If you should choose to remain involved, it must be purely voluntary, thank you for understanding.”<br><br>Her attention turned back, mostly, to Jason. “Now that I have that out of the way, my name is Annie. You may call on me as such, and so long as you're within ear shot of this computer I will respond. I apologize to you Mr. Vandel, I sympathize that this must all be a very shocking experience, and I will do everything in my power to clear it up for you. Unfortunately this particular situation is time sensitive, so I ask that you hold questions until the end and try to keep them pertinent only to the information that I'm here to give to you.”<br><br>Clapping her hands together she reached up and above her hand a small black screen appeared which then turned into a news report from a couple of days prior. It played a video that looked on what appeared to be a military base in the middle of no where all lit up. The caption read: Tac 6 In African Village of Bakiluwma.<br><br>“Three days ago, the village of Bakiluwma was locked down by a Tac 6 deployment. Since then they have refused to comment on what their operations are in the area, and why the village itself has been secured as well as its citizens detained. However by law they are protected and well within their rights to do exactly what they are doing.” Annie informed the pair, and closed her hand, the video vanishing with it. “That's the publics knowledge of the situation.”<br><br>Annie turned to the side and clapped; suddenly a number of other screens popped up one by one, each with tons of data being scrolled through. “This is what we know,” She paused and looked between the two of them, “I apologize if this is sudden, and not what either of you would like but this will be much easier to explain if you both know the truth.” Reaching out she pointed first at Colette, then to Jason, “You're both members of the Evolved. That is why each of you was selected for your respective parts in this.”<br><br>She cleared her throat as if that particular revelation was no big deal, “Moving on.” She nodded, waving her hand and bringing one of the many pop-ups that she'd created to the fore ground and expanding it for them. “This is MRM-815, which is the catalog tag it was given. More commonly, not that anything about it is common, it is called Mythrium.” The pop-up was playing videos that looked like they were taking place in a closed laboratory, a very small piece of metal was in some clamps. As each clip slid by the scientists were doing various things to it: weighing it, burning it, electrocuting it, smashing it with a hammer, and dozens upon dozens other tests. “These tests were preformed approximately ten years ago on the first sample of Mythrium ever discovered. The results of these tests were extensive, and kept very quiet... And for good reason.” She added at the end.<br><br>A flick of her quick hands and that pop-up went small again and another took its place. This one was simply of cycling photographs that seemed to be taken from high above something. It looked to be a top down view of a military installation, and off center in it was a huge hole. Not like a pit, but rather a gigantic hole that burrowed unlike anything else into the surface of the earth, “These are covert aerial surveillance photos taken of Bakiluwma on the eighth.” The window scrolled to one photo which was a giant piece of earth, that seemed to be being excavated from the hole and loaded into a large semi-trailer. “That is the first ever deposit of raw Mythrium ore ever found and mined in the world.”<br><br>Again she closed the window and sighed, turning to face the two. “You're no doubt wondering at this point what this has to do with you,” She acknowledged, with the smallest of smiles, “Let's start with that this incredibly rare metal with unbelievable properties...” She paused to bring up another document which was slowly scrolled between pages. It looked like some sort of scientific dissertation about a topic, “As listed here in full, as far as we know, is now in the hands of Tac 6. This isn't just a bad thing for you individually, but it's bad for the Evolved as a whole people. New toys in the hands of the greatest threat they face? Not a good time, we can all agree on that, right?”<br><br>She held up her hands, palms facing them, to keep them from bombarding her with questions yet. “Let me just give you the quick and easy, Mythrium is a metal that is lighter then titanium but stronger then tungsten. It isn't magnetically charged and doesn't conduct electricity. Even at almost twelve-thousand degrees it doesn't melt, which is twice the melting point of tungsten. Beyond these general applications it has numerous other properties that, and more that haven't even been tested yet because the only bit of it before this giant twenty-three ton chunk of the stuff was that little quarter sized piece you saw earlier. I'm sure you're starting to see where the problem with this, and you may even be asking yourself what you are supposed to do about this.”<br><br>With a clap of her hands again all of the windows closed and one big one popped up to replace it. “This document details the Tac 6 exit strategy for the Mythrium chunk they have acquired. We've identified a location that it'll be transported by road in southern California. It will be passing through this unpopulated area of Death Valley on the twelfth of this month, three days from now. One thing you can count on with Tac 6 is that they like their schedules. We don't always know what they are, but when we do, we can count on it.”<br><br>She motioned with her hand and brought up a particular section of the plans in the window. “At approximately eleven forty the convey carrying the Mythrium will pass through Ashford Junction. This area of desert doesn't have people for miles and miles, and because of the nature of the business Tac 6 will be making sure that the area is not being surveyed while they pass through.”<br><br>Annie paused and once more looked between the two, her lips curling into a smile. “This metal no doubt sounds like something else familiar to you, doesn't it, Mr. Vandel?” She nodded at him, knowingly. “My employer is concerned about what this metal could be used to do to the Evolved if it remains in the hands of Tac 6. They would like you to liberate the metal, and secure it so that they can't put it to use against you, and those like you.” With another swipe of her hand the image shifted to another picture, this time of the convoy; at least half a dozen vehicles not including the semi itself. “As you can see they are not taking any chances with this. While it isn't a full military entourage they are well equipped and ready to handle issues that they may encounter.” Her smile changed out for a little grin, “Except perhaps a group of Evolved that they were not expecting to know about their secret transportation of this item. Which is where you come in, Mr. Vandel.”<br><br>She closed the window and strolled to the center of the frame. Turning full on and clasping her hands in front of herself, “My employer would like you to retrieve this chunk of Mythrium from Tac 6. No doubt doing it will require more effort then just yourself, but there is considerable faith placed in your ability to rally others to this cause. The full details of the convoy, that we have access too, will be made available to you, so that you can plan how you would like to do this. Of course this is your choice, but we believe because of what this discovery means for your personally, Mr. Vandel, that you will agree to work with us here. If not that, then we appeal to your nature as the good man that you are. If Tac 6 is allowed to get this metal to their facility, it will be put to terrible use and turned into the weapons used to bring the Evolved to their knees, and like you we hope, that is a future my employer does not want to see come to pass. If you have questions, I will answer now to the best of my ability, but I ask once more that you limit the scope of your questions to the information that I have presented here.”<br><br></span><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 19:09:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/max_thieriot/fotos/5604/max_thieriot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kyle Carnes<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 1400<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mice and Men<br><hr><br>They were shooting at him! Why wasn't he surprised? It didn't make it any less terrifying. There was one shot whizzing dangerously close to him. They weren't bad shots... Kyle was from the midwest after all and knew his way around a firearm. He thought as the second one hit the porch about what his next move was, where he could put himself. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything nearby that would stop a .45 or even a 9mm. Not without breaking into someone's house and he didn't like his chances that anyone kept the front door locked.<br><br>He was midway through plotting out his course when suddenly, his legs failed him. He started to fall forward, blanking out for just a few split seconds as emotion overtook intellect. They weren't shooting at him... they shot him. Kyle hit the ground hard, face-first. He felt like something was crawling up from his back to around his skull. Even shot, he should have still been moving... adrenaline would keep him moving.<br><br>He must have suffered some traumatic damage to his spinal cord... Kyle twisted around, putting his fingers to the small of his back. He pulled it away, seeing blood on his fingertips. He started to breathe hard, beginning to panic. He thought of the other thing he could do...<br><br>Kyle shuddered in place, his hand returning to his wound, removing the blood from his fingers. He sprang back up, mid-stride when the bullet slipped out of his back and flew backwards to whence it came. It stopped right where it began, hanging in the air where it had been just a few seconds ago just a few paces away from the pistol that it came out of, and the shooter than held it. It fell to the ground as Kyle regained his senses, mid-stride.<br><br>He dived to the ground this time, getting as much cover and concealment behind a hedge as he could find. He started crawling, eyes-wide, still in disbelief that he'd been <em>shot.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 20:49:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Jason<br><strong>Content:</strong> A heist!<br><hr><br>Colette was entranced by the screen as everything was laid out for them. This was what she was after, a proper heist! None of that glorified messenger girl nonsense. She was also fully aware that Annie can't possibly have been stupid enough to not know that she was the Evolved famous for pulling heists. It was her thing and it deserved a call out.<br><br>"So when you say I'm no longer required. I don't think you really expected me to leave. This is a good little caper, how could I resist?" she said, folding her arms and smiling at Annie a little condescendingly. <br><br>"When it come to surveillance I'm the best evolved I've ever heard of too. You need me on this, there's always wildlife even in a hellhole of a desert." <br><br>It was admittedly an area she'd usually avoid pulling a heist in though. When it came to animals she liked quantity over quality and while a desert would have some unusual animals she might just get some new traits from, it wasn't exactly the teeming hive of life that a city or forest was.<br><br>"My question though, is who are we working for? I didn't mind going on faith for money and fun, but if we're doing something this dangerous I think we're going to need more than a cute smile and spare change."<br><br>She looked side on to Jason, who owed her a coffee. She hadn't forgot that and she hadn't gotten a cute smile out of him yet. He probably had extra cute ones. Tilting her head at him, she narrowed her eyes.<br><br>"What about you? You seem, and I truly mean no offense darling, a very regular person?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 23:02:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://iammanchic.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/jeff4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Colette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Showing off the goods.<br><hr>That was... A lot to take in. As requested though – more out of confusion then any sense of loyalty to the idea – Jason remained mostly silent through the little briefing.<br><br>There was a little bit of bitterness there that this Annie gal – and what she was didn't seem to make a lot of sense because it was unlikely she was a pre-recorded anything – had outed his secret, but also Colette's. That wasn't really her place, but at least they were in like company when that information was so casually shared. Jason raised a brow and turned to give Colette a side glance when she mentioned wildlife, hinting at what she was able to do.<br><br>“As I mentioned,” Annie piped up at Colette's question, prompting Jason to turn his attention back to the virtual woman. “At this point what you're doing must be voluntary. If you're working for anyone right now, it is Mr. Vandel. As a show of good faith, my employer is not interested in you obtaining the Mythrium for themselves, just giving you the information needed to ensure that it does not remain in Tac 6 control.”<br><br>Jason shook his head, “I don't think that's what she was looking for, and it's not good enough for me either, Annie. Who do you work for?”<br><br>“Like I said, I need you to keep your questions pertinent to the information that I presented here. My employer wishes to remain anonymous at this time, both for their safety and your own. The important thing to focus on here is that they are looking to help you help yourselves, and the rest of your kind.” Annie replied as sweetly as a refusal to give the request information could be given. “I'll give you two some time to discuss it further, should you need me or the files I've shown you, all you need to do is call for me.” And with that Annie faded from the monitor.<br><br>Interacting with a person who was not a person was more then a little disturbing for Jason – but before he could focus on that Colette asked him about himself and suggested that he was normal. That earned a very genuine chuckle from him, and he turned to her offering her that smile she'd wanted. It was wide and showed off those properly cared for pearly whites he was hiding. “If only that were true.” Turning so he was facing her straight on, he shrugged his shoulders and slipped his arms from his coat, letting it fall from his back and hit the ground behind his feet. There was clearly something there, it looked like feathers – which was confirmed when he unfurled his eagle-like wingspan. Four large, feathered wings, spread from behind him. The larger upper pair were probably ten feet long each, while the smaller lower set was only about seven. “I haven't been normal in a long time,” He admitted, still wearing his smile. It wasn't like he made a habit out of showing these off to people, but it was always interesting to see how they reacted – every time it was... unique.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 02:50:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Louisiana / August 1st, 2017 / 10:00 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Vivienne Rayne Beaux<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shooting the Breeze<br><hr><br>Ryan smile turned sympathetic as she told him about her problem, or what she knew of it, anyways. Changing the battery, which meant that she had had problems before this, but a lot of time changing the battery, especially on an older model, meant a lot of other problems if she didn't change out some other parts too. Since car batteries were generally not one-size fits all, an older model might not have the same voltage as a newer battery, and since they didn't have the batteries especially made for older models just lying around... well, he still didn't know much about cars, but perhaps the new battery had caused one or more of any number of vital parts to burn out.<br><br>But, since she asked," I... don't work here. Just a friend of a owner's, that dried up old raisin you see over there," He pointed at Vern," And I don't know much about cars. Motorcycles are more my cup of... well, specialty anyways," Why had he been about to say cup of tea? Wasn't that a British phrase?<br><br>"Anyways, it's nice to meet you Vivienne, and since I get dumped on with problems about motorcycles that need fixing, hearing about a car is a pretty nice change of pace. At least you don't expect me to fix your ride for free. I'm pretty sure I can convince ol' Vern - He's the owner of this dump -&nbsp; to put your vehicle up as a priority and even convince him not to overcharge you," Ah, old stereotypical jokes were the best kind of jokes. He chuckled a bit under his breath and returned his focus to Vivienne.<br><br>"If it takes too long, I can even give you a lift to your work, if you don't mind riding motorcycles. Otherwise, I can probably call you a cab."<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cc/04/03/cc0403bccab4556a308aa15f1d30a366.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s3media.247sports.com/Uploads/Assets/406/958/2958406.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Agents Davis and Davis (No Relation)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Louisiana / August 1st, 2017 / 10:00 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Vivienne Rayne Beaux<br><strong>Content:</strong> Preparing to shoot more than the breeze.<br><hr>Well, it wasn't like they had an arsenal. They had turned down backup, which meant that if they needed it, it would take about an hour or longer for a full tactical team to get out here to the Middle-of-Nowheresville. Between the four agents, they each had their service weapon, two MP-7s and Martinez had a combat knife. Maybe four extra magazines for the sub-machine guns and two extra mags for each of the service weapons. Well, it wasn't an arsenal, but more than enough to make sure that everything went smoothly.<br><br>It was decided quickly that Agents Young and Robert Davis would be carrying the MP-7s, while Martinez and Cameron Davis would be going in with their service Glocks. Cameron had wanted to have the MP, but was denied by Robert.<br><br>"You haven't earned it," He said pompously while slapping a magazine into the firearm, earning him quick and weird looks from Young and Martinez. Jogging across the street and into a spot where they wouldn't be seen by the people inside the lot, they held a quick planning meeting. Martinez immediately took charge.<br><br>"We're in quick and clean. We clear the perimeter and take down the Evees and bring them back to mine and Young's car."<br><br>"Why your car?" Robert asked.<br><br>"Because it's closest to our exit location, dumbass. Since we don't have any way of subduing them, we have to keep our guards up at all times. We still don't know what these guys are capable of, so keep your corners and watch your six. Both targets are outside, so there should be some minimal fuss. You got it?"<br><br>All three agents nodded and gave their weapons one last check-up.<br><br>"'Tis the season to kick some ass, am I right Cam?" Robert said, sliding the hammer back in his submachine gun and slipping a round into the chamber.<br><br>"It's... like, closer to Thanksgiving, man. That joke only works around Christmas time."<br><br>"Whatever. I'll take point," He called, immediately doing so and breaching the perimeter of the lot by jogging through the front gate, weapon at the ready. The three other agents joined them, quickly checking their corners and gravitating to where both of the Evolved were standing, at the door of one of the building.<br><br>"Put your hands where we can see them!" Martinez yelled, his own weapon pointed at Ryan and standing a good 5 yards from the man, with the other four agents flanking him, brandishing their weapons," You are under arrest!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 03:24:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/teen-wolf-tyler-hoechlin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max Doubrava (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 2 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kyle, Agents<br><strong>Content:</strong> A big gay werewolf superman<br><hr><br>Max knew shit was about to hit the fan, but when he saw Kyle burst out the side of the Denali and start running, he was both happy and frustrated. There went his plan of just driving off with the kid in the SUV, or maybe he could swing around and pick him up once he was done with these Tac-6 goons. Oh, or maybe the whole wolf thing had scared the kid away... maybe Max should have thought of that before leaping in the way he did.<br><br>Unfortunately the guy in front of Max didn't seem too phased by Max's arrival, probably the guy had encountered plenty of Evolved before, after all that was what they were all about, right? Luckily, however, the guy didn't seem eager to kill Max right away, which was... surprising? The man's associates, however, had no such qualms, and he heard the first softened gunshot ring out, which slammed into his shoulder, another burying itself in his hip. Max roared, even as more gunshots rang out, and he grabbed Lancaster by the shoulders, claws digging in as he whipped the man around quickly, using him as a shield as he backed up to the Denali, still trying to locate Kyle.<br><br>His eyes fell on the boy just as the bullet hit him, sending him flying into the ground with a spray of blood. Max roared again, teeth flashing in a snarl as he quickly pondered his options. Deciding quickly he tossed Lancaster away as hard as he could before reaching into the Denali, grabbing ahold of the steering wheel, and tearing it right off the column. A second later and another massive rush of wind rocked the Denali, lifting Max once again as he propelled him quickly into the air.<br><br>Max came crashing down next to Kyle, barely keeping his feet as he started running alongside the boy, trying not to stumble from the pain. "You can't go home, kid," he panted even as he shouldered into Kyle a bit, just enough to keep them from running in a straight line that'd make them too easy to hit, "These guys would never allow it. You've got to let me get you out of here." And with that he'd try to grab on to Kyle's arm, the wind quickly picking up around them once more, which Max would use to propel them this time far to the side, launching them over the closest house and into the back yard, doing his best to shield Kyle from the slightly rough landing. "We've got to get some distance," he added as he looked around, trying to find the best place to run or launch them once again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 03:40:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Jason<br><strong>Content:</strong> Thinks fast!<br><hr><br>Colette hadn't gotten this far by being casual, as the wings unfurled she'd flipped backwards with a deft little standing and cleared a chair, snatching it while upside down and flicking it out to be used a shield with one hand wrapped around the leg while landing in a low cat stance. The way she was holding it showed she was certainly strong, keeping it upright despite all the weight on her arm.<br><br>As for feathers she had Jason beat, because the Garage door went dark and filled with glistening black eyes and feathers as a mass of animals built up around it just staring silently with only the flutter of wings to give out any sound at all. <br><br>She didn't bring them in though, the whole thing had happened in only a second and when she saw the wings she brought the chair down with a skid and hopped over it's back to sit on it, the doorway clearing again in a rush and letting in a waft of damp feathery scented air. Hand on knee, she lent back in her hastily snatched seat and bit her lower lip, looking dreamily at those wings.<br><br>"Very pretty." she said "I do like birds, especially big ones and those are some beautiful wings. I'd be so lucky as to meet one like that."<br><br>Brushing back her long hair and shook it out. She'd kept her cool despite the jumpy action because it wasn't a panic move, she'd done it because she was unsure of the situation, now she was back to feeling safe it was like it'd never happened.<br><br>"I've had a few years of strangeness too. Still very much growing into it. Can you fly with them? Flying feels so wonderfully light and free, I wish I could do it myself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 09:41:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://iammanchic.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/jeff4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Colette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Showing off the goods.<br><hr>Colette may not have been panicking, but her little move put him on a very noticeable edge. If they were going to brawl he didn't want to do it here. He slid back nearly two feet when she jumped and raised hands like a boxer might. Whatever was going on outside was a problem he'd deal with not right now. His eyes narrowed until she moved right back over the chair and took a seat like nothing had happened. This was clearly not going to be a show down, and he let his arms drop to his sides – though there was still a notable tension in his shoulders. This was definitely going into the book of unique response to his wings. “I can,” He replied. “Among other things.”<br><br>“Maybe you'll get the chance,” He mentioned, gesturing with a tilt of his head towards the computer. Jason was not sold on the idea, but he saw what they were getting at, and it was logical. He didn't really want to get involved though, not like that. It'd put him and more importantly Elena in danger. They'd done pretty well to stay out of the spot light, and it felt like doing this was going to beckon them all right onto him – and her by association. Then again if someone already knew about him then it stood to reason that Tac 6 very well may too. Add in his genuine curiosity about the metal itself and that was a recipe to agree to do this.<br><br>There was the issue of what he was going to do with more then twenty tons of raw earth, but that was a problem for another day. “So what do you think Colette?” He inquired, turning his attention back to the briefcase and once more reaching up to scratch as his scruff. His wings folded back to a more relaxed state, but not closed up like they had been under the coat. “Not sure jumping in front of a Tac 6 convoy sounds like the most brilliant thing to do.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 17:27:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Jason<br><strong>Content:</strong> Planning Phase<br><hr><br>"Most certainly not, but that's not how heists work" Collete said, getting to a stand so she could get a closer look at these wings. A Snow Bunting (http://www.pbase.com/timbg/image/130393510) flitting into the garage and taking a perch on her shoulder, before dancing up to the shelves to give her a look from a different angle. Things looked much better for her when she had a few more eyes, you could properly take in their form and appreciate them. It was a little sad normal people missed out on it in truth.<br><br>"In France I was outed as an Evolved early and you don't get to live a normal life when always on the run." not that she'd minded it. Being a film star had been fun but an international criminal was a role that took just as much acting chops while also being way more fun. She even did all her own stunts! <br><br>"So I do heists and I do them well. Waiting and watching is most of it. They've given us a lot of that up front, we know where they're going to be and with what. But there'll still be things missing we won't be able to discover until the day."<br><br>The bird on the shelf did a loop of Jason and then came to rest of Colette's outstretched finger, where she petted it's head as she kept talking.<br><br>"I'm good at waiting and watching, so I've got that covered. The rest comes down to a good plan, way I see it we'll need a few people or things." now she was getting into the speed of it she was a lot more excitable and animated. Hand waving with bird hoping to keep its perch as she explained.<br><br>"We need an in and out. The locations in the middle of nowhere and that makes it hard to set up. We could drive to the spot at night, hide everything and wait but then we can't get out. They'd have something in the air following us the whole way, so we'd need an Evolved for this. Someone with invisibility, a way to move about cleverly or a way to blind aircraft which I can sort of do myself. Be best if we got someone better to do it though."<br><br>The bird on her hand took off and come to perch on Jason's shoulder instead as a House Sparrrow (http://www.pbase.com/timbg/image/43042962) fluttered in to retake the spot on Collete's arm. Jason would see the Snow Bunting was awfully well behaved, keeping still and listening attentively it didn't seem bothered by humans in the least.<br><br>"We need a way to stop the convoy. Someone who can create a barrier to keep them pinned, a way to blind them with fog or a way to physically stop the cars. We could lay traps on the roads if we can't find a suitable evolved but it's not as good as spiking the actual vans."<br><br>The two birds took off and began to circle the room, wings fluttering as they ducked and dived around to pen in the two.<br><br>"So we're in the trap now. But it's still Tac 6. Now we'd have to actually fight them, which means we need people for that and we need to do it safely, there'll be a lot of guns. This is all dependent on who we get to come along, for me I prefer to mob any humans with animals first then run in to pick off people as they're flailing and blinded. But we'd need someone strong to come along anyway to help break open the van and take the material, so it's best if we're surrounding them and when the vans stop we BAM"<br><br>The birds flutter in as one to jump on Colette's shoulders, picking at her hair in unison as she giggles. <br><br>"Overwhelm them before they can even work out what happened. It's like a sucker punch, before they're able to brace for the blow we knock them on their ass and don't stop until we're in control of the area. Then it's just moving the rocks and escaping. That's how you do it. Stepping out is showy, but it gives them way too much time and puts you at risk. I mean what do your metal wings give you hun? Is it just flight, or you more than a pretty flying face?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 20:07:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/max_thieriot/fotos/5604/max_thieriot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kyle Carnes<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 1400<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> DOES NOT COMPUTE<br><hr><br>Kyle looked up at the fearsome man-creature standing in front of him, having just leaped down out of nowhere... He was wide-eyed, more than a little alarmed at these... rapid developments. Before he could come up with any sort of protest, the bestial man snatched his arm and took them both up into the air. Kyle blinked, trying to think his way out of the situation... or even just trying to think about the situation.<br><br>This guy seemed to be a friend, or as much of one that could be found in his current predicament. He was evolved as well, with superhuman strength and... ferocity. Some sort of wind power as well... must have been what knocked the other SUVs off the road.<br><br>He turned on his heel at Max once he set them down, "Distance? That's my family!"<br><br>"That was Tac 6, wasn't it? And you're, what, a member of the resistance?" Kyle shook his head, throwing off any irrelevant trains of thought, "I know... they'll use them to get to me, if they really want to. I know... those people are NOT the good guys, but that puts my mom and dad in danger."<br><br>He turned around, looking up to the sky, "What I <em>don't</em> know is whether or not going back there will help them or not. There's no guarantee they'll be safe even if I turn myself in. There's no guarantee they'd be safe with me or you or... whoever your people are. I don't even know who <em>you</em> are. All the news outlets say Evolved are dangerous and uncontrolled... now I know enough not to believe everything on the internet, but... you just killed some people!"<br><br>No doubt about it, judging by the literal blood on Max's hand. Kyle closed his eyes and his head sank. He started to continue rambling, trying to logic his way out of all his problems... and wasn't likely to<em> stop </em>rambling until Max did something about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 00:51:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/teen-wolf-tyler-hoechlin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max Doubrava (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 2 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kyle, Agents<br><strong>Content:</strong> A big gay werewolf superman<br><hr><br>Max stood there, panting as he tried to catch his breath and fight through the pain. His body was starting to heal, but it was a slow process and, not for the first time, he cursed the fact that this power had only been partially stolen. The man it had come from had seemed to be able to heal such things miraculously fast, but Max had no such luck and it'd likely be hours or days before he was good again, assuming they didn't get caught.<br><br>And even as he thought that over, he realized that Kyle was completely fine. He was absolutely positive he had seen the kid get shot, yet here he was without even a drop of blood on him. How was that even possible, and what power, exactly did this kid have?<br><br>He sighed as Kyle went off a bit on him, and he supposed he couldn't really hold it against the kid, even if he did just save the kid from who-knows-what kind of government experiments they would have done to him. "Yes, that was Tac-6," he said, his small fangs slightly impairing his speech though it was only a bit noticeable, "They might try to use your family for that, but they don't want bad publicity either, so I doubt they'll hurt them or kidnap them. Most likely just try to use them to lure you home. They want to look like they're protecting people from Evolved, not like they kidnap and torture normal humans." Max was, at least, kinda mostly sure he was right, anyways.<br><br>"Are you dangerous and uncontrolled?" he asked, "You're Evolved. Just like me. And... I didn't really kill anyone. They killed that guy, everyone in the cars could be fine if they were wearing their seatbelts." He glanced down at his hands, realizing the blood from when he'd grabbed onto Lancaster probably was a bit off putting and then he shrugged, not much he could do about it now considering his own thigh and shoulder were still slowly bleeding as well.<br><br>"We need to get you somewhere safe before they get more agents into the area," he said as he reached out to take Kyle by the arm and direct him towards the edge of the yard they were standing in, probably already having attracted too much information, "Just come with me, alright? We'll get you somewhere safe, and then see if we can find a safe way to check in on your parents without getting us both taken in by Tac-6."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 06:54:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/mtv-teenwolf/images/1/18/Scott_McCall_-_Season_3B.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140328000254)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Ken Aldrin<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Fransisco, CA | August 9, 2017 | 8 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Michael Foste<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking to Dr. Foste<br><hr><br>"I... I was just a research assistant back in the facility.&nbsp; There wasn't much to see," Ken shook his head, denying that he was anywhere near as reliable as the older man was making him out to be.&nbsp; "Even now, I went on the run right after I got my PhD.&nbsp; I'm not even half the scientist everyone else involved in the project are."<br><br>Even with a brain-processing speed a hundred times faster than the average human being, Ken still needed some time to let all of this new information to sink in.&nbsp; He accepted the flash drive from Dr. Foste, no entirely sure what to do with it at first.&nbsp; All he could do was tuck away that highly valuable piece of information, contained within a small piece of plastic, into his pocket.&nbsp; If this was all true... if this Mythrium was indeed everything that Dr. Foste said it was, then that meant TAC 6 had a huge game-changer in their hands.&nbsp; They were already difficult enough to deal with as they were now.&nbsp; If they managed to unlock the secrets hidden away within that piece of metal...<br><br>For nearly the past decade, Ken had been studying the Evolved.&nbsp; Even before he found out that he was one of them, he had been fascinated by them.&nbsp; How could he not?&nbsp; Living super beings.&nbsp; The kind you'd only see in comic books and on TV.&nbsp; Actual, real-life superheroes.&nbsp; There was no way he wouldn't be interested in something like that.&nbsp; More than that though... Foste was right about just how much the Evolved could accomplish.&nbsp; Just how much the Evolved could change the world for the better... if only they were given the chance.<br><br>"Thank you for bringing this to me.&nbsp; I'll do everything I can to make sure TAC 6 doesn't get to use Mythrium.&nbsp; I'll take it from them before they get the opportunity.&nbsp; You can count on that," Ken replied, conviction heavy in his voice.&nbsp; His hand still in his pocket, he self-consciously touched the flash drive, knowing just how much was depending on him right now.&nbsp; He thought back to his friends... his family... any potential allies who could help him out in this time of need.&nbsp; "I already have a couple names in mind, but if you know a few more you think I can trust..."<br><br>Ken thought about the other scientist's condition, then said, "You should come with me.&nbsp; I mean, I've been studying IVC's research data even after the project was over.&nbsp; There were successes during the trials, right?&nbsp; After we've secured the Mythrium, I can help you out.&nbsp; Use the research data and between the two of us, find a cure that might work for <em>you</em>.&nbsp; Dr. Hawk's cure might just need a little tweaking before it finally works... for real, this time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 11:52:54</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Deathnote</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Michael Foste</span><br>San Fransisco, CA | August 9, 2017 | 8 PM PST<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">(Ken Aldrin)</span></strong><br>Satisfied with Ken's answer, Michael shook his head to dismiss the possibility of his last offer. “If it were possible,” He said with another heavy cough. “On that drive there is information about the operation of Tac 6.” He smiled widely, almost deviously. “That's stolen, sensitive information and unfortunately they know I took it. They're going to catch up to me eventually.” He nodded his head, having already accepted the reality of his own fate. “I'd slow you down Ken, and this isn't something I can help any more with. Just being able to get the information out there... Get it into the right hands? That's good enough.”<br><br>He reached out and patted the boys shoulder heavily before walking to his side, almost fully past him. “There are some files on there about others you may be able to recruit to help you... All of the information I could get is in there. If they think I still have the information, they'll spend their time looking for me and not you. It's better this way, Ken.” He smiled and released his shoulder, heading for the door.<br><br>“I imagine this will be the last time we see one another, so make sure no one sees you leave here. Give me a couple minutes, alright? And listen to me carefully... The others who were part of that facility? They're all being watched Ken. I've got no doubt that you are too. Be careful.” He flipped the lock on the door and tugged it open, exiting the room with his hand to his lips, coughing up another unhealthy sound before wandering off into the evening.<br><br></span><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 17:59:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/max_thieriot/fotos/5604/max_thieriot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kyle Carnes<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 1400<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> s^2 = Δ(r^2) - (c^2)Δ(t^2) <br><hr><br>Kyle sighed and shook his head, then looked up at Max, "I don't really have a choice, do I?"<br><br>He softly laughed and shook his head, "Well, you're more up-front about it than those guys. This is crazy... How did they find me? I was... being pretty discrete with my powers. How did <em>you</em> find me?"<br><br>The boy shrugged, "Ugh, I had two years left of school, you know. Now what am I going do? What do <em>you</em> want to do? Fight them? I don't know if you've noticed, but I can't exactly fight off armed men with my bare... claws."<br><br>"All I can do is turn back time." He paused for a second, realizing the gravitas of that statement, "Like, locally. I mean, time's not even really a <em>thing</em>, really- it's just a human construct, like measurements of volume- there's only movement and space in the universe, so I guess you could say I can reverse the movement of bodies in space within very localized fields."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 19:33:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/rubyrose1_zps6yxkovad.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California | 4th August 2017, Friday | 2 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> None | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>: This (http://www.justthedesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/82.-tomboy.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Well, ain't this fucking grand?</em><br><hr><br>After a long day of dance practise and training, it seemed like the best way to end the day was to go and have a blast at a party held by one of her friends. Perhaps that wasn't the greatest excuse ever, but when that said friend wanted to celebrate her birthday with such an awesome party in one of the most popular club within the city, how can she ever refuse?<br><br>She entered into the premise around the evening time and her friend had managed to ensure they had VIP entry. And surely enough, Jackie had such a fun time as she danced alongside her bunch of friends on the dancing floor with the loud booming music played through the large speakers to where she could literally feel the bass of the music running through her body. Fortunately enough, Jackie knew she didn't need to hold herself back especially when the next day was going to be the weekend.<br><br>By the time when it was past midnight, the crowd was still beaming with life as they drank and danced away. For Jackie however, she felt the slight buzz from the alcohol and the likes but her body was tired out. Knowing it was time for her to leave, she bid her friends goodbye and declined any offers of them wanting to take her home safely.<br><br>Maybe she should had taken the offer. Perhaps she should, at the very least, call a cab to drive to her apartment. But Jackie knew that her apartment was a few blocks away and she could save some money by just doing some walking around some corners. She was very much sober despite feeling a tad light-headed from the drinking, but Jackie was confident she would be fine at the end. But that seemed to be wishful thinking when she wasn't fully aware that she might be having trouble awaiting just around the corner.<br><br>Slipping her hands into her pockets, the brunette walked down the sidewalks while maneuvering herself as she passed by anybody who walked passed by her. Despite it was being rather late, the city was still alive and awake with the buzzling sounds of cars and such down the roads with people heading to the late street stalls, maybe even to different clubs and whatever people do late in the night. For herself though, she just want to toss herself upon her bed and fall asleep when she reach home.<br><br>With that in mind, she figured she could take a quick shortcut as she always had done during the day to make the walk a much quicker trek back to her apartment. What she hadn't anticipate was a group of guys hanging at the end of the back alleyway she took, and they seemed to be a very unfriendly bunch. After spotting her, they immediately turned their attention to her and she could easily spot the forming lust within their eyes. Immediately, she felt disgust forming within her but the British woman decided maybe it was best to turn around to walk another path — except she was intercepted by a tall man who stood in her way.<br><br>"Hey, guys.. I really am not looking for any trouble, alright? I just want to get back home now," she spoke, hoping they would leave her alone. But as she felt them tugging the back of her leather jacket, she knew she was in trouble.<br><br>"What in the bloody hell?! Get your hands off of me!" She was quick to react as her body took over momentarily and the angry woman swung her formed fist right at the person who dared to touch her. Jackie managed to hit right at the person's nose and she almost relished the surprised look upon the pervert's face, but she knew she was almost outnumbered — with her against five men from what she saw. It wasn't like she couldn't handle herself, especially knowing on her enhanced abilities but with her slightly drunk state, she wasn't too certain on whether she would leave this unscathed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terris Geolith</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 21:48:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.stereoboard.com/images/artistimages/childish-gambino.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Cole Hawkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12434518#msg12434518)</strong> <br><strong>City | Date | Time: San Francisco, California | August 4th, 2017 | 1:58am</strong> <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes</strong> <br><strong>Content: A Grand Entrance in a Unfamiliar Place...</strong> <br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>The night was alive here. Cole wasn't sure why that shocked him as much, San Francisco always seemed to be lively place. It was no different from any other city, really. Maybe it was the first time in a while since he felt a little bit at ease since his arrival so many hours ago, with his slight chewed up and torn orange light hoodie jacket, carrying a string backpack across his shoulder, his jeans that seemed slightly too baggy for him to be wearing, and his black sneakers that had the soles coming apart with every step he took. He was a wreck, yes, but San Fran seemed like an insane person's dream. He thought he was going to get dirty stares because he was borderline, on the cusp, of looking homeless, but people seemed to pass him by like he was one of them or that it was just simply normal for a look like his. It was wild, but he had come to appreciate it a little bit. Of course with that sense of wonder and slight appreciation of this unfamiliar place, he felt like there were cameras everywhere, gazing their electronic eye upon him. As much as he wanted to see the sights, get a feel for the land; he knew that he had to be careful. Last thing he needed was to nearly get caught again...<br><br>Like in Phoenix...a stupid decision to make, but he had been doing his best to keep an ear out on Tac-6, and heard a rumor that they may be a base of operations. It wasn't out of the realm of possibilities since it seemed that Tac-6 was growing increasingly fast. He lost his one last piece of communication, narrowingly escaping a laid trap. Cassandra wasn't among the group. That was about a week or two ago. Now he was quietly shivering in the cool, misty air, high above the streets on what felt like the only roof that wasn't either:<br><br>A.) Made into a rooftop bar and lounge area...<br><br>and<br><br>B.) Completely devoid of some sort of barrier that surrounded the edges and for much needed cover for someone who didn't want to be too exposed, i.e. yours truly.<br><br>Apparently he picked the perfect place to lay low as he could hear a strange cacophony of different styles of music blending together and echoing up and out into the night air while small noises of traffic squeezed its way through that thick cloud of sonorous madness. It wasn't half bad, all things considering. It wasn't like he wasn't used to being around loud noises all the time. At the same time, he hadn't had the greatest amount of rest in the past couple of days. He was shocked he wasn't completely brain dead. If he could get a few hours...maybe he could visit a library, try and snag a bit of computer time to work on something. He reached over and grabbed his bulky looking backpack and dug into it. There was a old graying shirt that had some drawing of a man, smiling. There was a stain of red and a large gash cut into it that left a lonely phrase dangling by a thread ("Don't Worry About Nothing..."). He pushed that aside and found a few pieces of ID that he decided was worth keeping, including his old University ID. Happier times...or at least what amounted to happy for Cole.<br><br>He finally found what he was looking for in the form of a small thumb drive. He was lucky that they basically give them away nowadays. He stared at it quietly, thinking about its contents before his body seemed to shiver again, but not from the cold. Faintly, there was a noise that Cole picked up that didn't have anything to do with the music or the traffic down below. He moved along the roof to the opposite side, getting closer to the source and peeking over the roof barrier for a moment. There was a few other buildings a few stories below him and a zigzag of alleyways further down. Cole moved his hand out over the barrier. For a moment, the world went just a little bit dark around his eyes and a strange bluish halo highlighting a number of individuals ganging up on a faint blue outline of a person. An accented yell shot up into the air and he looked around for a moment, acknowledging that no one had picked up the scream of help. Music was still pumping out, it seemed even louder now. <br><br>Cole bit his lip for a moment then tucked the flash drive into his pocket and stood up, leaping onto the barrier and perching slightly for a moment, watching the movements before he tossed his hood over his head, zipped up his jacket and leaped off, feet first. The air came rushing up towards him, flapping his hood, the legs of his pants, as well as the worn-out soles of his sneakers. He pivoted his body, shooting towards the wall of the opposite building, landing with a light step against it, holding for a brief moment and then launching himself towards the tallest one there, his fist raised and cocked back before shooting forward with a punch that sent the man flying into a smaller corner of shadow, a quiet THUNK as he crashed into a wall. Cole landed on his feet and turned, his hand quickly tugging his hood back down over his face before he stood up quickly just as the four other men were beginning to realize something had happened.<br><br>Cole grabbed the nearest one by the scruff of his shirt and launched him backwards, hearing a spill of curses come out of his mouth as he landed hard on top of a nearby dumpster. Cole then reflexively jumped backwards into a flip, slamming into the wall behind him and clinging to it, his eyes focused on the three left. <br><br>"The fuck...the fuck was that?" He could hear one of them said, the one directly in front of the woman. Cole centered his focus on him and launched himself off the wall and pounced down upon the thug and nailed him with a quick right cross. He turned again and for the first time, looked into the face of the woman being attacked and before she could linger on his hidden face, he launched him off the ground, doing a high front flip over her head and drop-kicking both of the men behind her squarely on the bridge of their noses, shoving them down onto the floor beneath and giving a quick stomp to their faces to make sure that they were out. He leaped off and landed to the side, quickly checking to see if anyone had gotten back up. He then back away in a darkened corner and called out the woman. <br><br>"You okay?" A quiet, soft, and concerned tone coming out of him. Another stupid risk. He guessed he couldn't help himself sometimes.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 22:48:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/teen-wolf-tyler-hoechlin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max Doubrava (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 2 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kyle, Agents<br><strong>Content:</strong> A big gay werewolf superman<br><hr><br>Max shrugged at Kyle's question, glancing the short boy over again. The kid seemed a lot smaller like this, smaller here in a life and death situation than he had been when Max had spied him at the University, where he was a bit more confident and in a place where he excelled. "You always have a choice," Max said with a slightly toothy grin, "I'm not going to force you to go anywhere, but..." He glanced back over his shoulder at where they'd left the agents, then looked back at the boy, "I'd highly advise getting out of here, with or without me."<br><br>"I'm still not sure how they find people," he added to answer Kyle's question, "But they do. And I... that's part of what I can do, too. I can sense other Evolved." Whatever the boy had to say about time mostly went over Max's head, but it sounded like his power was pretty damn interesting, and that explained how he was not okay. How useful would that power be, he wondered?<br><br>But Kyle didn't seem to be putting up a real fight about coming with him, so Max stepped closer still until they were face to face, Max looking down at the young man as he wrapped his other arm around him, trying not to get any blood on him. "Hold on," he said, "Going to get us a bit further away." He pulled Kyle close, meeting the boy's eyes, before he crouched down slightly, the wind picked up, and once again they were launched, sailing quickly over tree tops, over another row of houses, and landing a little roughly in a slightly more wooded area, though another rush of wind cushioned their fall and Max made sure to take the brunt of it, allowing them to land on their feet. He grunted loudly as his legs made contact with the earth, face scrunched slightly with the pain of his wounds, and once there he released Kyle and leaned back against a tree to catch his breath.<br><br>"I hate guns," he muttered before looking back at Kyle. "Don't worry about school," he said, "Staying alive is more important, and I can always get you tutors in whatever you want. I mean, if you decide to stick around once we're out of here."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 00:38:22</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2a6tac2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivienne Beaux (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381786#msg12381786)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> New Orleans, Louisiana | August 2017 | 10:00 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray | Agents<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mild Language<br><hr><br>Vivienne admired how kind and generous Ryan was. It made what could be a bad day, much nicer with someone who had a positive attitude. She nodded, unsure of what to tell Vern when she was to talk with him about her car. Not being car savy herself put her in a complicated situation. All she knew was that it stopped working all together. It could be a number of things, the battery shouldn't be one.<br><br><strong>"Thats nice of your to offer!"</strong><br><br>She said enthusiastically, but that meant that she would need to give a complete stranger the address to her work. Quite frankly, she wasn't into the idea of working after the bullshit she had to go through getting there. Her job wasn't all that great anyway, having her own business was her real goal.<br><br><strong>"I'd hate to ask you to do that, besides - I might just go home. This day has been more complicated than I anticipated." </strong><br><br>Grateful that he offered, but guilt ridden to have to take her anywhere. It was when she was starting to feel relaxed when things got worse. Vivienne felt a lump in her throat when Ryan was told to put his hands in the air. There happened to be <strong>"1...2...3..4...What the actual fuck...four people, who are they?"</strong> Vivienne said in a hushed whisper. The guns, the suits, the way they looked with those ridiculous glasses. It was all so sudden...<br><br>Was it?<br><br>No, it definitely couldn't be the agents she heard about. They didn't look your average police. Was Ryan in some underground shit? Could the day be any worse?</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 01:02:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cinedesuperheroes.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/black-panther-chadwick-boseman-t-challa-marvel-disney-captain-america-civil-war-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elijah Brandt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370187#msg12370187)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Improvising<br><hr><br>"You're right," he said with a nod. "I do have confidence in myself. I've been doing what I do for a long time, and I'm pretty good at it. And when you don't know what the other person can do, you just focus on what you can bring to the table. I'm not here to fight though, and this is us startin' off on the wrong foot. So let <em>me</em> take a step back. I'm used to these types of situations and you guys probably aren't. I'm not trying to be a dick, I'm just...trying to get us out of here and not shipped to a black site in fucking Borneo or wherever these guys want to send you." <br><br>One of the sisters seemed to take everything he said to heart, like she wanted a fight when there was none to be had. He didn't have time for that. He didn't have time to change who he was to accomodate. He just needed to get them gone before the Tacs did it for him. She mentioned snipers and he shook his head. "None yet. I checked a bunch of overwatch positions and they're empty. Tac 6 prefers to take us alive when they can. Can't do much with a dead specimen. So expect a big welcome from downstairs."<br><br>&nbsp;For the past several years; since he left the military really he'd been fighting Tac 6. Either as a vigilante helping other Evolved, or when he was paid by someone to help them and Tac 6 was involved somehow. He knew their tactics and how they liked to operate; well as much as anyone not a Tac could know he figured. Soon they were all ready to go, and the mean sister ran down a quick plan. <br><br>He nodded slowly, then went to the window again. "I can do you one better. EMP blast originating from the hotel. I can spread it out just enough to keep them off our backs for a bit. And it's temporary so if you care about all the civvies around, their power'll be back up in a few minutes. But it'll fuck those Tac's up somethin' serious. And I can recharge anything we need when we come across it." <br><br>If they agreed to the idea, he'd plant his feet, clap his hands together and slide them back and forth a few times before beginning to drain power from the room, and surrounding rooms, and then the entire hotel. And then he'd compress it inside him, only to form it into a glowing, self contained orb (https://media.giphy.com/media/10taULf3CZ6tLa/giphy.gif) of electrical energy. And then he clapped his hands again, crushing the orb and sending out a shockwave that turned the hotel and the surrounding few blocks into a deadzone.<br><br>&nbsp;Just all the lights, cars, phones, electronics, etc... Everything in the area went dead immediately, and would stay that way for a few minutes. All of their own gear in the room was unaffected, but everything else was dead for the time being. "Alright. Nothin's less effective than Tac 6 without their toys. Let's get while the gettin's good. We'll follow your lead," he said to the girl.<br><br>If they didn't agree with his idea, he'd just shrug and go along with them, ready to fight off any surprises they may run into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 03:18:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://iammanchic.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/jeff4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Colette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Showing off the goods.<br><hr>Jason crossed his arms over his chest, and found his way to a wall that he could lean against while listening to what insight Colette was offering. He'd not meant literally jumping out in front of the convoy of course – he wasn't stupid – but rather that any sort of attack on one felt like a bad idea. Still what she said made sense to him, and while he ran down his own mental checklist a lot of the things lined up. Then again all of her talk about other Evolved was... Well there was just no way. At least, not many. He genuinely took a moment to consider how many others he knew, and the list didn't even spring up to half a dozen... If he included himself and Colette.<br><br>His eyes darted to the door which he'd forgotten to shut, evident by the birds that were now in his garage playing around – and when one landed on his shoulder he couldn't help but take a moment to turn his focus to it. One of his brows raised. He'd spent a lot of time outside in the past and never had a wild animal just come perch itself on him, let alone act this well mannered. Paired with some of the verbal clues that she'd dropped earlier he could only guess that this was her doing.<br><br>Then came the more pointed question. Explaining the rest of his abilities was going to be difficult – and probably easier to shown then to tell, but when he did reveal things he usually liked to keep that part hidden. If, and he did mean if, they were going to assault a Tac 6 operation though, he knew there was no way that he wasn't going to expose that ability, so there was no harm in showing her. “Not just flying, no,” He replied.<br><br>Unfortunately for the little bird Jason quickly became something far less comfortable stand on. The heat leeched away from his skin, and it took on a rich steel-gray color, and then hardened. Everything about him took on this new visage in just a matter of moments. It looked like he'd been dipped in chrome and then pulled out – only his clothes didn't take on this shiny new metal form. The metal wrapped around him in a way that sculpted him and really emphasized the tone of his body – muscles tightly encased by this new display of his power. Perhaps more impressive though was that he seemed to scale up some with it – he was notably taller once he'd finished wrapping himself in steel.<br><br>Beyond his body though there was another transformation that was perhaps more impressive. His wings. Those long feathers that had been as soft as any wild creatures down, also took on a metal sheen. They were pristine, bladed, and just by looking at them decidedly sharp. Gone were the gentle, beautiful angelic looking things; replaced by what were best described as weapons in wing form. “Guns don't bother me.” He said. “I can stop the convoy, if I need to.”<br><br>Jason closed his eyes – which had lost their color, now a solid gray like everything else – and let his head flop heavily against the wall of the building behind him. “I need to talk to my wife.” He murmured, shaking his head head. “If I do this, it affects her too. She needs to know about it.” He continued; the metal from his body began to revert, in the same fashion it had come – almost like he was absorbing it. “Do you have somewhere to stay Colette?” He inquired, leaning forward to peek at her. “Let me think for the night, and we'll go from there, alright?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 04:17:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/wondersofthesandbox/images/b/bc/Rosie-Tupper-09.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shae Lux Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Disorienting everyone.<br><hr>Her head bobbed in agreement with what Dara said, but before she could manage to do what she was going too the other two piped up. She would have replied to Kumiho – whose hand she did take and shake very softly before pulling back to herself – but then captain confidence wanted to show off. Shae blinked and watched him go to the window and explain what he was going to do. It was a neat idea, but despite his thought that it was better then what she could do, she knew better. Still that part would be helpful too. So instead of interrupting, Shae just stepped aside and let the big black man do his thing. With genuine fascination he watched as he created the ball of energy and then smashed it, creating the pulse.<br><br>It wasn't like EMP's were a thing that one encountered often, so she hadn't been expecting the sound. The high pitched – higher she knew then anything else could perceive – squeal that came with it. He was too close for her to have time to react to it. She winced, and staggered back a couple of steps, nearly falling against Kumiho from the sudden disorientation that the sound of such a wave created. She very quickly regretted her choice to let him do his thing first. “S-sorry,” She murmured to the new woman, lifting herself away.<br><br>“Not quite as good though,” She finally pipped up. She saw no real reason not to still do what she'd planned on. “A deadzone...” She finally answered, turning to Kumiho, “No sound. At all. Not from us. Not from anything.”<br><br>No doubt by now the sounds created by the power going out had already started. People were panicking and running around. Walls were being banged on, people were shouting grumpily. This was not what they had paid for, and they all expected better. Even out side the sounds of the city were a thing. Shae took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her throat rolled with a heavy swallow as she reached out. For her it was like projecting a large bubble around herself. She could cover a room easily, the hotel probably wouldn't be a problem, but she wanted to go further – they really needed her to go further. Dara had said not to strain herself, but she knew where she could push herself too if she had to. Even growing the bubble expanded as she focused, pushing it slowly further and further until finally she'd accomplished a zone of roughly a football field in all directions centered on her. “Have you ever experienced silence?” She said, with the smallest of smiles. It wasn't actually something that she enjoyed, because it felt so off for her. “Not quiet. Absolute. Silence.” She shook her head, because she knew who heartedly that they had not.<br><br>She exhaled that heavy breath.<br><br>It all stopped. The yelling. The banging. The running. The buzz of electricity in the walls. The sound of breathing. The cars outside. Heartbeats. Clothes brushing against themselves. Absolute, total silence. Within her zone soundwaves could not be formed, they were suppressed into oblivion. They were suddenly living in a silent movie. Sound from outside the bubble hit it was snuffed out upon contact. So not only were those inside the bubble unable to make sound, but they could not hear sound made from outside of it either.<br><br>Shae took a couple steps away from them, towards the television set in the room and reached for it. To illustrate her point, she tugged on it and sent it crashing to the ground. It moved, it fell, it hit the ground, it broke. But there was not of the sound that should have come with it. For Dara who had experienced this before, it probably wasn't much of a big deal – but the absolute lack of sound for the others? Well, Shae could only imagine for them it was like the first time she'd experienced it. Looking to her sister she began to flash quick signs with her hands – not any form of traditional sign language though – and explained quickly the radius of the bubble, and that she was ready to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 05:16:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/max_thieriot/fotos/5604/max_thieriot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kyle Carnes<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 1400<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> Follow the big gay werewolf superman, what could go wrong?<br><hr><br>When Max grabbed him and took them another long jump away from his quiet neighborhood into a more secluded area, he stepped away from the feral evolved and then looked at the other man, "You... okay?"<br><br>He looked him over, "Did they get you?" He reached out and then hesitated, "Sorry.. I can only go back a few seconds with myself. Never tried it before on another person, but it should work the same. Guess it doesn't matter now, though."<br><br>"You're right but-" Kyle shrugged, "Only reason I've been studying so hard is for my mom and dad. I was supposed to get out of here, you know? Make 'em proud. I don't know if becoming a revolutionary is what they had mind..." He thought for a second, closing his eyes and massaging the bridge of his nose until he turned back to regard the older man, "I've never had a tutor who could keep up with me... but... alright, lead the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 05:43:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/teen-wolf-tyler-hoechlin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max Doubrava (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time</strong> Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 2 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kyle, Agents<br><strong>Content:</strong> A big gay werewolf superman<br><hr><br>Max nodded when Kyle asked if they'd gotten him and he glanced towards his shoulder to inspect the hole in his jacket. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, and he was thankful at least his stolen werewolf power kept some of that fast healing, but he damn well wished it worked faster. The shot that hit his leg was only a graze and it already had stopped and was feeling a bit better, but was still plenty painful.<br><br>"That power is pretty cool, kid," he said, a little bit sad that Kyle couldn't help him out - both because he wanted to experience how it felt and because he would really like to not be feeling like he, well, just got shot. It kind of sucked.<br><br>Max nodded as Kyle said to lead the way, and for now led them a bit into the woods, walking until they found a road. From there, they walked parallel to it but out of view, keeping out of sight in case the Tac-6 agents decided to start calling in reinforcements and looking for them.<br><br>As they walked, he glanced towards Kyle again, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure I can find some tutors who can keep up with you," he said with a chuckle, "I know some smart people, and for the right price I'm sure they'll volunteer to help out. As for the whole revolutionary thing, well... that's up to you, but you're probably a bit young to be getting yourself killed. Maybe once things settle down we can figure a good safe way for you to contact your parents again, too. Until then, you're welcome to stay with me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 16:11:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Jason<br><strong>Content:</strong> Another day<br><hr><br>"I always land on my feet" Colette replied, smiling at her own joke. "I'll find somewhere to stay, you sleep on it and I'll call tomorrow to see how you feel. Not sure if I'd do this without you, I know a few people who'd be useful but I think it'll take the pair of us at the least to get this done."<br><br>The metal muscle show had been interesting, if it wasn't for the fact that romance and business didn't mix she'd be almost tempted to try her luck here. Jason was hot and half talked into a heist, it was a pleasing situation to be in. Although he did seem awfully loyal to his partner too, so maybe it'd be a mistake. Colette had a lot of gifts from animals, but how to navigate human relationships wasn't one of them. She tended to just throw herself in and hope everyone came out the other end with all their limbs intact.<br><br>"Have a good sleep on it. I'll do a little planning and research, just to see how viable this all is. Bonne soirée ami" she said softly, bowing and taking off out the garage into the night, the two birds flitting out to follow her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 21:32:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0qA5RDeTuU/TC8AuWK5sSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EZFU5m85GKA/s1600/2009_Undisputed_3_18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alexei Mikhalev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12408256#msg12408256)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Baltimore / August 13th, 2017 / 9:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147), Closed<br><strong>Content:</strong> Music Festival!<br><hr>The woman with what he was beginning to suspect was a British accent had quite the mouth on her, running it as quickly as she could. He had been living in the States for long enough to be able to talk to someone without having to mentally translate everything that they said, but it was a bit of a different circumstance when they were ran off a mile a minute, as the American saw went, and he found himself momentarily speechless, making an effort not to rub his hand from when she had shaken it. She did pack a lot more strength than her lithe frame indicated, he thought, nodding and smiling as she kept on going. He, of all people, knew about hiding things so far under the surface, it became as much a part of who you were as the surface was.<br><br>Alexei's rugged face blushed a bit as Chris waggled his eyebrows at him at the her mention of his fine-ness and eye-candy-ness. Just as Alexei gathered the nerve to respond, Chris came to his rescue," Yuri here... well, Yuri is his stage name. Alexei, his real name, is no ordinary Magician. He's an escapologist, and one of the best I've ever met, and I've met more than a handful, let me tell you."<br><br>"Thanks babe," Gina interjected, good-humoredly. Alexei smiled and nodded.<br><br>"Escapologist," He knew he was mispronouncing it, but only time would cure that," And we did see your dance earlier. You were pretty fucking amazing, if you don't mind me saying. You all have a great amount of talent."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 23:01:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f3/6f/09/f36f09bc623979bf3d4a4d2dabd81153.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952) <br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | 8/6/17| 10 p.m.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shorts and Tank Top | Sandals &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/78/16/71/781671e6c2ca0efdc18939663afd20f5.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Making Money</em><br><hr><br>Billie’s mouth curved upward, forming a lopsided smirk, when Ryan laid one of his hands atop her thigh. Unabashedly, she widened her legs for him, as if to offer more than a brief caress of skin, regardless of the fact that they could gain an audience as a result of her wordless encouragement.<br><br>Being used by him would only result in more money, making her the hottest piece of pussy in the joint. The other workers, try as they might, would not be able to complete. Even if they were foolish enough to try, she did not doubt her ability to overcome whatever they devised amongst each other.&nbsp; Despite these thoughts, she exercised rare patience for Ryan, granting him the ability to determine how he wished to spend his evening without any persuasive interference from her. His choice was unsurprising as he did not come across as a lover or orgies. <br><br>“Customer knows best,” Billie commented with a soft chuckle, shrugging her shoulders indifferently, as she watched him rise from the table. “At least, for now.” <br><br>As he extended his hand, she made a point to ignore it, standing up without his assistance. The brunette saw no point in pretending to be someone she was not. Following behind him, she inhaled deep, holding the night air in her lungs, before she quickened her gait in order to keep pace with his longer stride. A quick glance was spared in the direction of her beaten-up vehicle, still parked in the grass, but she did not voice her concern for it. More than likely, their session would only last an hour or so. There were some nearby motels so she could walk back afterwards. <br><br>She did not emit a single protest when he held out a helmet for her. “Call me crazy but that’s the hottest thing you’ve done since we started talking.” Her tone held sincerity before she placed it atop her head and buckled the fastenings underneath her chin. Without further delay, she placed her hands on his shoulder and then mounted the back of the bike, securing her arms around him. <br><br><em>I'll show you what a real ride feels like.</em><br><br>Her stomach did a little flip as the engine purred to life, unlike hers which sputtered every time she turned the key. “Umm…we can save the tricks for the bedroom.” She swallowed thickly and tightened her grip as the bike began to move. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>27-06-2016, 08:51:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FT0LnKc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Escaping<br><hr>"EMP?" Dara seemed pleased with this idea. "Oh, that's perfect. That'll blend nicely." A twisted little grin glimmered back at him as she gave Shae a sly glance. An EMP did more than shut down communication devices, and it helped take care of some things for Dara. She doubted that Elijah's EMP would work on much of Tac 6's equipment, and that was purely based on her knowledge that the military is well equip with EMP resistant/proof devices. It only made sense that Tac 6 would take these sorts of precautions as well. However, Lights, tv, everything else would go out thanks to Elijah and just went people thought it might be a simple blackout, that's when Shae's ability would sweep over them and the true panic would begin. <i>This</i> would make their escape even easier. <br><br>"There are several levels of deadzoning. Shae will take care of the first level." Dara started to explain but allowed Shae to take over the rest as a little smile toyed at her lips. Sometimes she honestly wished she had Shae's abilities. They were really <i>so freaking cool</i>. "But I need everyone to hold hands, not in a circle, but in a chain, okay? Just follow me." And she didn't stop Shae from her work after that. <br><br>As silence fell over them Dara visibly twitched, but reacted little more past that. Sure, she'd been exposed to this sort of <i>dead silence</i> many times in the past but that didn't really make her anymore comfortable with it. She'd always wondered what it was like to be deaf and thanks to Shae, she could truthfully say she didn't envy them at all. There was just something terrifying about not being able to hear your surroundings anymore - <i>nothing</i>. She was hyper-vigilant, after all. This sort of scenario had been absolutely horrifying for her the first few times she and Shae messed around with it. Now days, while she was nervous as hell, she could at least keep her cool outwardly. <br><br>Once Shae was done with her display she reached out and took her twin's hands in hers, then glanced to the other two. She only waited long enough for someone to take Shae's other hand, and then the next to hopefully take <i>that person's</i> hand before she started forward. As she pulled them towards the door the world around the four of them began to warp and distort. It was as if an opalescent, semi-sheer screen had been placed over their bodies - but unlike the first time around, this bubble hugged closer. They could see one another within it if their chain remained straight but the moment that chain of humans bowed or bent and limbs or entire people - front of the line or back - would completely disappear from view. Dara's pace wasn't slow, but it wasn't fast either. They moved at a brisk walk past the room door and outside they could see more people in varying shades of panic. Some were running for the exits, others were huddled up on the floor or pressed against the walls with their mouths agape - screaming silently - as they tried desperately to hear <i>anything</i>, even if it was just themselves. <br><br>They meshed well with the crowd of scrambling people trying to shove their way down the stairwell, the narrowness of Dara's cloak kept people who bumped into them from immediately noticing any disappearing limbs - especially given the overall darkness of the hotel. Not even emergency lights were on. It wasn't until they made it to the first floor that they would truly understand the sort of chaos they'd unleashed on this place. People were not only scrambling for exists, but they were breaking windows just to get outside. The newly rotated officers (Now Tac 6) at the doors, flashlights intact somehow, were trying their best to keep people from forcing their way out of the locked doorways but they could do very little about the people climbing out of windows. That was <i>their</i> ticket out of here. It wasn't like the three people Dara was leading through the place could easily see - or at least she assumed not - she on the other hand had not trouble seeming absolutely <i>everything</i> and there was no way she was taking them to any of the more obvious exits - they were leaving through one of the already broken ground floor windows.&nbsp; <br><br>If nothing got in their way, one at a time she'd lead them through the window. Obviously they'd have to let go of each others' hands at that point but that didn't drop that protective bubble surrounding their bodies either. Once they made it to the window, Dara pulled off her jean coat and laid it across the bottom half of the window. She then reached for Shae again and led her closer to the ledge. Dara hopped over and once she was outside, she reached in to tug at Shae's sleeve lightly to signal she could follow.. One at a time they'd all hopefully make it through, and hopefully after that they'd make it down the street without incident. Past that? Who knew...&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>27-06-2016, 22:13:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/76/Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg/600px-Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Elijah<br><strong>Content:</strong> There They Are<br><br>"This is like a talent show," Kumiho offered, as the fellow's "EMP" was followed by the other two preparing to do their thing.&nbsp; Kumi took Shae's hand, and then offered hers to Elijah, figuring there was probably some reason for all of this other than being afraid of the dark.&nbsp; The one girl looked at Shae, and then she prepared to do her thing too. <br><br>"Isn't anyone going to ask--"<br><br><em>"me what I can do?"</em> Kumi continued mouthing, but the words went nowhere, though her voice felt like it was working.&nbsp; Kumiho tried yelling something once, to no avail, and then decided not to toy around.&nbsp; Whatever the big guy had done had seemed to hurt Shae, and who knew what Kumiho yelling might do at this point.&nbsp; &nbsp;With all these powers going around, she might open a wormhole.<br><br>It was the other girl's turn next, creating a creepy sort of bubble around the group as they headed out into the now darkened hallways.&nbsp; Even when close up or bumping into someone in the chaos, Kumiho could see that they had no idea she was there, so it seemed this one could deal with light.&nbsp; Light, sound, electricity.&nbsp; Kumi was starting to feel like a third wheel.&nbsp; Certainly they didn't need her to get out of here at this point, so she just went along for the ride.&nbsp; It would be just as easy to slip out in the chaos herself, but she held hands like a good kindergartener and let the others do the work.&nbsp; She figured at least she'd help warn the two, though they had seemed ready to bug by the time she got there.&nbsp; "I could have been watching TV," Kumi mouthed soundlessly into the void, waiting her turn to crawl through the window and out into the night.&nbsp; With any luck Tac 6 didn't have any special gizmo to find them and they could sneak right out and into the city.&nbsp; Though where these two girls were going to go with Tac 6 having the city on lockdown was going to be an issue.<br><br>Hopping down to the ground and giving Elijah's hand a tug to let him know it was his turn, Kumiho glanced around outside, assessing how difficult it was going to be to breach any cordon that had been set up.&nbsp; She took a particularly good look at any Tac 6 stationed outside, making slight improvements to her guise to make sure it could pass muster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 06:20:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cinedesuperheroes.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/black-panther-chadwick-boseman-t-challa-marvel-disney-captain-america-civil-war-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elijah Brandt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370187#msg12370187)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Improvising<br><hr><br>He was about 99% sure his EMP had butt fucked every piece of electronics in the area, and for those that hadn't escaped his draining wrath...well they'd have to deal with him up close and personal, which was sooooo much worse. The darkness was nearly instantaneous, but they were all fine in their little room for the time being. So when the sister who seemed more...out of it than angry(maybe because of her powers) detailed what a "deadzone" was, he quizically canted his head to the side and chuckled. "That sounds pretty fuckin' cool. Oorah." She asked if they had ever experienced true silence. <br><br>"Closest I can say is right before a fire fight...and right after." But his "closest" was light years away from what happened when she...did whatever it was she did. <em>Everything</em> got quiet; quiet like death. Even the gentle buzz in his ears from the electricity circulating his body and around him was cancelled out. This was trippy. But it was just a new power to experience. And it was nowhere near as crazy as that time he dated that Scandanavian girl who was basically a walking drug factory. Every time they had fun, they <em>really had fun</em>. When the tv busted, he grinned, and immediately a mirror was broken, and he was laughing like he'd done it...though he didn't seem to have moved.<br><br>&nbsp;As much of a highly trained, spec-ops soldier that he was...he was still a guy, and that instinctual urge to break shit was still within him. So breaking shit and suddenly said broken shit sounded like you hit mute on the tv...well that was pretty fuckin' A. After everything was ready, he took up the rear of the chain, holding Kumiho's hand and following her lead as she followed Shae's as she followed Dara's. He followed all the way to the window, and once he was on the other hand, he tapped Kumiho to tell the other two it was okay to continue on. If only these guys had been around back in his military days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 08:05:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/wondersofthesandbox/images/b/bc/Rosie-Tupper-09.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shae Lux Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Follow the leader.<br><hr>Shae watched the other two as they experienced the crazy that was becoming deaf. She supposed that they took it better then most people would, simply because they were both evolved. The mirror breaking was particularly disorienting for her because she could only believe that Elijah had done it... But because she was suppressing sound she couldn't see it. This was why she hated doing this. She'd have sighed – and she did make the motion – if she could have; instead she just wrapped her hand around Dara's and squeezed, while reaching back for the next person.<br><br>Walking with invisibility was another thing that she was used too. She knew to be mindful of other people as best she could be. In situations where she was active as well though? That was always much harder. Ordinary people didn't handle becoming deaf well, and when all of them did it at the same time it inspired no small amount of panic. Some people just sobbed, others tried to break anything they could, others stood around yelled as hard as they could. Chaos. Shae felt bad for all of them because she knew how hard it was. At the same time she was glad that what she was doing they'd be free of in short order.<br><br>Once they found their way to the bottom floor, Shae peered around and was confident she knew Dara's mind well enough to know where they were headed. To the window, up and out. Once the whole band was outside, Shae nudged Dara to let her know to continue – and with the assumption that once they put some distance between themselves and the hotel, Dara would want the silence dropped, she just waited for the signal to do so and then would cancel her zone of silence.<br><br>Maybe once that was done, some answers could be learned from these strangers... Like where the hell they had come from. Why the hell the had come. And, she paused, what exactly they could do. It suddenly felt like they had outed themselves to strangers without much in return in terms of leverage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>29-06-2016, 02:14:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Louisiana / August 1st, 2017 / 10:00 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Vivienne Rayne Beaux<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shooting more than the Breeze (Warning: Graphic Violence)<br><hr><br>He couldn't understand. He wasn't the ugliest man in the world, if far from anything super-model worthy, but he did have a rather... dangerous look about him. Some women liked that, some men too, but liking something and wanting it to know where you lived or where you worked were two different things entirely. Stereotypes were there for a reason, and he had been exposed to them for too long to feel offended or even annoyed by them. It was a part of life over what he did, and he loved his way of life. It just meant having to take the good with the bad was all, and he had been doing that for a long time.<br><br>That said, her quick checkout of him did not go unnoticed. He smiled and winked," I'll just call you that taxi then," He said. Knowing Vern, the man would keep a car in at least overnight, even if he was told to get it finished ASAP and with no overcharging. They needed to check it, test drive it and make sure it would be getting her more than just a couple miles before breaking down again. If he let it out before it was good and fixed, she could come back and demand that he do it all anyways, and free of charge no less.<br><br>He realized that he had said none of these things aloud as he was turning to go into the old man's office. He paused and turned back to her again," I mean, even if he puts it on his priority list, he'll want to keep it overnight if only to make sure that it won't break down after another couple miles and..."<br><br>And that sentence was going to have to wait until later, as four armed men stormed the lot, bristling with guns, sunglasses and cheap suits. Two of them had pistols and the other two had a pair of MP-7s. And they seemed pretty focused on him as they came in closer and pretty much stopped, giving him a wide circle as they closed in, shouting at him to put his hands above his head and that he was under arrest. He raised his hands, quickly surrendering. They still didn't come close. They seemed as surprised at him giving up so quickly as he was at them arresting him.<br><br>"Look guys, I give up," They must have been really peeved about that whole WitPro thing to track him all the shitfucking way to Louisiana," Shouldn't you guys get the civilians clear of the area before pulling out the cuffs?" And by civilians, he meant Vivienne, whom he pointed out with his hands still raised.<br><br>"Mr. Ryan Murray and Miss Vivienne Beaux, you are both under arrest," Robert Davis responded curtly," Now get on your knees."<br><br>Her? Her too? She was under arrest? What was she under arrest for? "Her?" He pointed at her again, and then turned to look at her," You? You're a criminal? Why do they wanna slap metal on your wrist?"<br><br>"Get on your knees!" Martinez joined in, taking a step forward, adjusting his sub machine gun," Get on your knees, now!"<br><br>"Calm down, alright? We've already surrendered," Ryan said, the picture of calm under duress.<br><br>"You boys got a warrant to be here?" Came the leathery old voice of Vern, coming out from behind one of his cars, toting an old Winchester Double Barreled Shotgun and pointing it at the agents," You boys could be shot for the unlawful invasion of my property, you hear?" Ol' Vern was a great fan of the Second Amendment.<br><br>Two of the Agents, Young and Cameron Davis turned and trained their weapons on Vern," Sir, put the weapon down. Put the weapon down now."<br><br>"You ain't got no right to be here, you get the hell of my property until you got a warrant to be here!"<br><br>"Sir, put the weapon do..."<br><br>"Get the hell out of my garage!"<br><br>"Put the weapon down now!"<br><br>Young was a veteran with such standoffs, but Cameron wasn't. He had just graduated college and had never shot a man. Never so much as fired his weapon outside of the firing range, and apparently, according to Robert, that made him less of an agent in the eyes of his fellow agents. He needed to pop his cherry, so to speak, when it came to firing his weapon, and under all of the pressure, all he could hear was Robert's voice, telling him that he would never rise above a lowly, underpaid field agent until the higher ups noticed him.<br><br>And he barely even noticed that his gun had gone off until he felt the Glock kick back against his hand.<br><br>The confusion was instantaneous as it was brutal. The shot was well placed, hitting old Vern right in center mass, right over the heart. But the old man's finger had been in the trigger too, and with a jerk that came from being shot in the chest, he let loose his load too, two rounds of buckshot, 18 pellets overall, headed into the mess of agents, Ryan and Viv. A good portion of the pellets was soaked up by Cameron, who dropped silently to the ground, dropping his gun and clutching the multiple holes that were spouting blood from his neck. Young took a couple to her shoulder, spinning her around as the two other agents, distracted by the first shot, took a few to their shoulders and arms while the rest sailed harmlessly past Ryan and Vivienne. Didn't matter much to Ryan, as he had already tackled Vivienne to the ground, feeling the comforting cramp that came just before one of his rushes of power and pushing her well inside the office and behind the thick concrete that was supposed to insulate the inside of the air conditioned room. He heard the spatter of automatic fire sending bullets into the concrete he he rolled off of Vivienne.<br><br>"Fucking... FBI," He growled. Although, the FBI really liked to show off their badges and their vests and the like. These guys had done no such thing. Were they FBI at all?<br><br>No matter. He pulled the his own Glock from inside his coat and peeked out the door, aiming and taking a pair of shots to the agent closest to the door, which was Martinez. They weren't good shots, one sailing a bit high but the second hammered right in center mass. The man doubled over, but he jogged over to cover, indicating that he was wearing some sort of body armor.<br><br>"Are you okay?" He turned to Vivienne, checking her quickly for wounds. She would have no reason to be wearing any kind of body armor, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>29-06-2016, 21:05:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/evolved%20char%207_zpsvbxkwizk.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Muir Woods National Monument, California | August 6, 2017 | 10:22 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> James<br><strong>Content:</strong> Just keep swimming<br><hr><br>James' explanation elicited a look of indiluted happiness from Julianne, one that went beyond the fact that she'd so easily lured him into revealing more of what hid under his running clothes. It wasn't like she had such strong ulterior motives - just a dire need to distract herself - but there was a distinct sense of pride that she wasn't the inevitable source of rejection that she had started to believe herself to be these past months. The reason her eyes drew into delightful little crescents, however, had far more to do with the fact that the subject of conversation ventured into the very reason she had come to the United States to begin with. <br><br><em>Or one of them, anyway...</em><br><br>"The National Park is a stark difference to the one I'm used to," she grinned, and to this, Julie pushed herself off a little until she was more or less drifting on her back. "The Big Five aren't something you'll find here, I sure had to adjust my expectations a little. Not in a bad way though!"&nbsp; Her eyes widened as she gazed up at the sky; even with the sun climbing steadily towards its high point in the pale blue yonder there were only trickles of diffuse light reaching the soft soil that embraced the little secret hideaway they had uncovered. It was beautiful, so tranquil and remote that she would gladly remain for the entirety of the day, and then some. "It's just... different. Not many people wanting to hunt down innocent animals for parts that would do humans no good. Which I'm forever grateful for, mind you. You know, I'm actually here to study and aid a small number of black bears being released into the Muir Woods?" Julie angled her head towards James, wondering just how much of his narrative from before had sparked from genuine interest. Few people had ever been able to truly relate to how much she adored being close to nature, with all its beauty and splendour, though its grimness and brutality as well. A tinge of melancholy found its way to her as the memory of who she had left behind, back in South Africa, dawned on her all over again. It drew the blissful carefree expression from her face, and Julie averted her eyes, then allowed herself to be submerged fully. <br><br>The girl disappeared under the water's surface and kicked off towards the stony edge of the water, only emerging when she could touch the slick rocks with the tips of her extended fingers. Julie hoisted herself up and turned the full hundred and eighty degrees as she seted herself upon the bank, her feet and most of her calves still dangling in the water. They looked surprisingly pale whilst submerged, regardless of the persistent tan that years in the African climate had graced her with. "It's quieter here, and so much more modern," she confessed, and Julie attempted a smile, her palms flattening against the damp stone surface. "Can you imagine a wildebeest, or - or a rhino parading through San Francisco? Imagine how lost they'd feel," she added, and her gaze first found James, then extended towards the waterfall. The rushing water was wonderfully soothing. "That's how I felt when I first arrived at the airport. It's how I still feel now! I swear, if the park ranger told me there was a remote little hut hiding somewhere this here woods, I'd gladly claim it as my own and live the life of a crazy hermit." <br><br>She rolled her eyes at her own confession; perhaps Julianne Moore had overestimated her ability to adjust to Western society just a little. "So," she inquired instead, quick to shift the subject to safer grounds, "What do you do when you're not running around the woods and showing off your abs?" Was that too crude? Perhaps a little. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>01-07-2016, 18:56:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/76/Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg/600px-Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Elijah<br><strong>Content:</strong> Finding Cover<br><br>Once out of the cordon around the hotel, which was struggling to maintain itself in silence, with disruption of electricity as well, the four wound their way to cover and paused briefly.&nbsp; Outside of the deadzone, they could talk again, but did so only briefly, long enough for Kumiho to direct them to follow her to safety.&nbsp; <br><br>Not exactly safety, Kumiho mused to herself as she led the other three out of the downtown and towards a rundown neighborhood on the fringes of development.&nbsp; It would be a place to collect themselves, but it was only temporary.&nbsp; Kumiho was already considering how to jump ship and remove all traces leading from that rental to wherever she went next.&nbsp; If they ended up being tracked somehow, and Kumi never put anything past Tac 6, there would need to be nothing to be learned from her rental, or the identity which had rented it.&nbsp; Lucky enough, Kumiho was good at this, and was sure she could simply abandon that identity without anything be traced back to any other version of Kumiho.<br><br>With the bubble of invisibility still covering them, Kumiho, in her Tac 6 guise, led the others into a ratty apartment building.&nbsp; It once had probably been a nice three story home or a duplex, but some slumlord had divided it into as many apartments as possible.&nbsp; In the back on the second floor, Kumiho unlocked a nondescript door and led them all into what might liberally be described as a room.&nbsp; In one corner was a curtained off toilet, sink and shower stall, and in the other a kitchenette.&nbsp; Ungracefully filling the middle was a futon mattress on the floor.&nbsp; A small stool held a police scanner and a cold bowl of noodles.&nbsp; Other than a backpack there was little else here.<br><br>"This will be safe enough for the moment," Kumiho finally said, closing and locking the door.&nbsp; "It should be hard for them to track us, if not impossible, but unless you stay invisible forever, someone's going to see you two."&nbsp; Cracking her knuckles, Kumi looked down and realized she was still in the guise of a Tac 6 officer.&nbsp; With a shake and a shrug she changed that.&nbsp; With something between a shimmer and a crawl of color and texture, Kumi's form shifted into that of a dark skinned, dark haired woman, dressed in cargo pants and a tank top.&nbsp; She looked nothing like the woman who had worn the uniform, being quite a bit shorter, slender like a dancer.&nbsp; Pulling her long black hair back, she tied it into a quick knot and went to sit on the mattress's corner.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>01-07-2016, 20:02:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California / August 2017 / 8:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Billie Tucker<br><strong>Content:</strong> Spending Money<br><hr>He pulled his own helmet, custom-made to sport the MC's sigil in the front, from where it was hanging on the right handlebar and pulled it on, strapping in place with a small smile as he felt her arms tightening around his neck at the rev of the engine," You're crazy," He said, in a point-of-fact sort of way, still sort of grinning as he gently glided Charlene out from where he'd parked her and finally gave her some juice. They picked up speed gently. He could tell from the way that she was gripping at him that she didn't enjoy riding on motorcycles, or maybe just not one that sounded like it was it's own personal, rolling and revving earthquake. While feeling her gripping at him tightly, feeling her pressing against his back was enjoyable, he really hoped that the ride didn't put her off the mood. Just in case, he kept the ride at a very smooth cruise, not going for anything fast or fancy, reaching one of the nearest motels after the ride took a bit longer than it would have had he been in a hurry.<br><br>He'd stayed at this place before, and while it wasn't exactly the Ritz, far from it in fact, it was a family owned joint and was kept relatively clean and tidy in comparison to the kind of reputation that motels had garnered. Most of the guys from the MC stayed at this place when they didn't want to crash at the charter, and the owner and his wife were almost considered honorary Wildlings.<br><br>Ryan rolled up to a parking spot near the check-in and climbed off the bike, taking a page from his previously learned lesson and didn't offer to help Billie off. Instead, he pulled his helmet off and moved over to the counter where a stout, middle-aged man could be seen, peeking at some papers from behind his inch-thick glasses. His hair was a dull brown, combed over to cover the spot of his head that was beginning to grow bald. He was clean-shaven and wearing a beach shirt with some bright colors palm leaves creatively drawn on it.<br><br>"What's up, Georgie. I need a room for a couple weeks, starting tonight if you've got any openings."<br><br>The man looked up, his eyes looking huge through his glasses and his face opened up in a smile, showing an impressive selection of pearly whites," Holy shit, if that ain't Private Murray on my doorstep once more, He turned back to where a door was leading behind the counter," Hey, Carla! Guess who's come to town again!"<br><br>Ryan ground his teeth at the appearance of a nickname that he hoped would not make an appearance tonight," Hey, it's nice to see you again, Georgie, but..."<br><br>"Carla, Goddammit, come out and see who came to pay us a visit."<br><br>"Georgie..."<br><br>"CARLA!"<br><br>"George..."<br><br>"Damn woman's probably up watching some of her damn Mexican telenovellas. Can't get enough of them soaps."<br><br>"George," Ryan's patience was wearing thin, but damned if it was going to show in his voice or on his face," I need me a room for a couple weeks, MC rate, starting tonight. You got any available?"<br><br>"Shit, I've always got a room for you, you know that. You still like that corner room? The one with that balcony?"<br><br>"If it isn't too much trouble."<br><br>"Fuck trouble, she's yours. Here lemme get you the key," He rooted around in a drawer nearby and pulled out a key with 201 engraved on it.<br><br>"Thanks, Georgie," Ryan pocketed the key, giving the man a smile," There's someone I got to take care of first, but once I'm finished I'll come down and settle, okay?"<br><br>"Damn, Private, you know that you can always settle when you leave."<br><br>"Still though, I'd rather settle as soon as possib..." George wasn't listening anymore, instead, walking over to the door.<br><br>"Dammit, Carla! Private's here, come down and say hello."<br><br>Ryan closed his eyes, grinding his teeth and taking a deep breath before turning back to Billie," He's a nice guy. He really is," The smile was as difficult to portray as the compliment, even if both were meant from the deepest part of his heart.<br><br>"Shall we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>02-07-2016, 09:26:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/evolved%20char%207_zpsvbxkwizk.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco International Airport, CA | August 9, 2017 | 03:31 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Elena<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting anxiously<br><hr><br>The steady flow of people that crossed the big arrivals hall, largely came in the shape of oddly clad tourists and suit-wearing business men walking in everywhich direction; the swell of the crowd came to a peak in the middle of the afternoon here, making the International Airport of San Francisco a beehive of confused looking human beings, trying their hardest to get out of the massive building as quickly as possible. In the middle of summer there were few weather-related delays and yet Julianne had been eyeing the departures board with such resentful anxiety, as if she were convinced that the red digital numbers that depicted the time were solely out to get her. <br><br>But no, there was no mention of any late arrivals from Albany,&nbsp; New York, just an expected arrival time that her eyes seemed to be glued to. People would barge into the girl every few moments, no doubt because she was standing in the dead centre of the hall, oblivious to the people who were trying to manoeuvre their suitcases, travel bags and their hordes of children past her. Julie held her phone clenched tightly against her chest, both hands clasping around the tiny object as if her life depended on it. She wasn't sure that the handheld device was truly able to live up to the expectations the girl clearly had of it; it would not give away any of the secrets the near future held any more than that cursed board she'd been staring down for the past forty five minutes. Still, it offered a certain amount of comfort, as it symbolized the one link she currently had to Nicole, no, to <em>Elena</em>.<br><br>Julianne didn't think she understood. She wasn't sure if she could to begin with, and that very thought made waiting for Elena's arrival all the more frightening. She didn't know if she would be meeting with a stranger or with the very woman who had sent her on such an emotional rollercoaster that even now, months later, she couldn't even think of her without her insides tying into a painful knot immediately. There were so many questions, but Julie knew she would gladly leave them unanswered if it meant just seeing <em>her</em> again. She didn't know who the woman hopefully walking through those frosted glass double doors would be; a stranger or someone who knew Julianne from the inside out and who had shared so many of her own secrets in return. Maybe both. <br><br>Her phone buzzed in the very same moment the announcement on the digital board switched from 'Expected Arrival Time' to 'Landed', and Julianne literally jumped, a sudden nausea assaulting her senses, her throat dry and rough like sandpaper. Uncertainly she lifted the smart phone from the cozy spot nestled against her breast, seeing the pop up message that told her the exact same thing. Her face slowly settled into a complicated frown as she shifted the way she held the device, her finger idly swiping across the screen. The crowded room around her all but seemed to fade as she opened her contacts list, finding a number that had become so important to her and yet had been left unused until now. The little picture besides it really did not do the real Nicole... <em>Elena</em> justice, and yet it had her mesmerized all the same. Julianne scowled, knowing there was absolutely no use in calling when the person the number belonged to was going through passport control right now. Still she found herself selecting the number then pressing the phone to her right ear, listening for the tone. It went straight to voicemail, and nothing could have quite prepared her for the sudden sweet melody of a voice she was all too familiar with, apologizing so politely for being unable to answer the phone right now. The very sound caused something to shatter in the glow of her irises, something fragile.<br><br>The sudden harsh sound of a mechanical beep caused Julie to shudder, and her eyes regained their focus, darted about uncertainly. She wasn't sure why she had called but to just hang up felt like it just wasn't an option, and though her words much felt like incoherent drivel, she spoke all the same. "Hi,"&nbsp; was the none too eloquent start. "I mean, hello Elena. I don't really know you, or maybe I do. I don't think I understand yet and maybe I never will..."&nbsp; Julianne scraped her throat, her voice almost lost to the noise around her. "What I'm trying to say is, I'm glad you came. No matter what, I'm so grateful that you came and...<em>Oh</em>." <br><br>She hadn't expected the arrivals of flight 3064 to go through checkout so quickly. Not for a moment had she considered the fact that maybe, the message that she'd been waiting for on the arrivals board was slow. Julianne didn't think she could have mentally prepared herself for this, but she could have done with a moment of bracing herself for what was to come. Instead the vision of golden hair and the sweetest smile assaulted her as a girl she knew so intimately appeared through automatic sliding doors, parting so eagerly it seemed. she was looking around, and Julie knew that she should walk closer to the gate, make herself known by waving or calling out or ... or <em>anything.</em> But she stood there, petrified as her entire body no longer seemed able to function in its most basic way. She wasn't even fully turned towards the gate beside her, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. The sound of the automated voice on the end of the line telling Julie her message had been recorded was all but ignored, as feelings washed over her like a tsunami at full force. She hadn't known what to expect when she'd see Elena, and she still didn't know how to separate her from Nicole, how they tied together at all. But there was one thing she knew with irrevocable certainty about this girl, who would never be a stranger to Julianne Lancaster. <br><br><em>She already loved her.</em><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>02-07-2016, 18:58:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/rubyrose1_zps6yxkovad.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California | 4th August 2017, Friday | 2 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Cole | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>: This (http://www.justthedesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/82.-tomboy.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>What in the bloody hell?! That was so fucking ace!</em><br><hr><br>When the British woman thought she was alone in her own predicament, it seemed that Lady Fortune was looking down upon her as someone wanting to do their heroic deed of the day just so happened to came along and wanting to trash the perverted thugs who dared to even try to mess with her. At first, even Jackie was stunned as she noticed how one by one was easily picked and trampled, then was knocked out with great expertise as the unknown hero was mostly doing parkour stunts and the likes which were befitting more to a daredevil.<br><br>As easily as this savior came, the brave soul had managed to defeat every single of the hoodlums as if they were nothing compared to him. With her keen eyes though, she had noticed on how the stunts weren't really done by a normal human being — not when he somehow managed to stay stuck onto a wall but only briefly; as if he had glue stuck to his soles and palms. It was clear to anybody that the person involved was an enhanced human, or technically an 'Evolved', as how the news would eloquently put. Anybody would had run away in sheer fear at that realization, but then again, Jackie wasn't exactly any typical woman, so to speak.<br><br>Then again, it would be greatly impolite not to thank someone who went and help her in her dangerous situation — regardless whether the hero was an Evolved or not.<br><br>"Hunky-dory!" she responded, sounding rather calm despite she was in danger some moments ago. She even had a wide grin forming over her lips as she looked at the hooded figure blending within the shadows of the dark corner, "That was bloody smashing! On how you were jumping around like a darn daredevil! I admit though, I could easily take care of them by myself but thank you, mate! Much appreciated!"<br><br>Before the woman spoke further, she momentarily paused to divert her gaze over to the nearest thug before stepping over to the unconscious person. Unexpectedly, she gave a firm kick right into the man's groin with vengeance burning within her light viridian eyes and the thug, definitely conscious from the utter pain, was crying out and clutching while curling up pathetically into a ball, "That's for trying to ruin my night.. And here I was feeling a tad knackered after having a knees up. Don't you ever fucking do that to any other victims now, get it?!"<br><br>Even if she didn't really received any response from the man in pain, Jackie finally brought her attention back to her hero of the night and slipped her fingers through her short dark hair while addressing to him, "You can come out from there, you know? I promise I won't bite." The friendly smile on her lips altered slightly as one corner of her lips lifted a tad bit, "Well, unless you want me to, that is. But I kid, I kid."<br><br>Quickly, she realized she should introduce herself; which was why she then extended her right hand out to the hooded man in hopes he would take it for a handshake, "Name's Jackie, by the way. Look, you don't really need to tell me your name or anything, but you saved my lovely arse today. I can't let that slide without really repaying. So let me do you a favor and invite you into my apartment? Maybe have some tea and some scones?" She gave a small yet cheeky smile as a chuckle sounded from her, "I promise I have beer or something else back in my humble abode, if that's not your cup of tea."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>02-07-2016, 21:56:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6dSfWzO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Martinez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388433#msg12388433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Muir Woods National Monument, California | August 6, 2017 | 10:27 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie (Closed)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Adventure, Flirtation, Talking and Answering Questions<br><hr><br>James chuckled gently. “I've lived around Tiger and Elephant country for four years. I know how it feels to live in an area, where the worst thing you need to worry about, is a stray Cougar. Black Bears don't count. They are easily scared off. Thus, that previous experience, makes everything else seem so... tame. I wouldn't say dull, but you certainly get used to being vigilant and weary when hiking. Elephants can be quite placid and accepting, but those bulls... those, not so much.<br><br>“In fact, the locals warned that the Elephants were the most dangerous of the two.”<br><br>Her bit about being here to study bears was interesting. Was she a veterinarian or just an animal biologist? He decided to ask as much. “Oh? Are you a biologist or a veterinarian? Could certainly use both in a park so close to civilization. Especially the Bay Area. Luckily for Muir, civilization stops after Mill Valley. At least until you start hitting the small communities in and on the west side of the Coastal Ranges.”<br><br>Julie seemed to grow melancholy, or it seemed to appear that way. From the glimpse he caught. Then she submerged and appeared near the shore. Climbing out and taking a seat. She started talking about feeling out of place amidst this heavily populated slice of life. Looking a rather uncertain of things. Even comparing herself to a Rhino. James could tell that nature meant a lot to her. Just as it did him. Living a life in a big city wasn't easy for most. James felt come compassion for her. He hoped it wouldn't bring her down. Not for his own selfish desires, more because it reminded him of Anna some.<br><br>“I imagine you and the Rhino both find this intimidating. I understand. I can't promise it will get easier. San Francisco can be hectic. The entire Bay Area, really. So many people packed into an area even smaller than the greater Los Angeles area. If you really enjoy you're work, it should help adapting, though.” <br><br>James paused a few moments. “Fortunately for me, I grew up in So-Cal,” he stopped abruptly. Realizing she probably wouldn't get what that meant. Even California natives sometimes blinked in confusion, at the use of that nickname. “Short for Southern California. I grew up in the Los Angeles area, specifically. The largest population center in California. I had the luxury to grow up around millions of people crammed together like sardines.” <br><br>James swam to the shore and pulled himself up next to Julie. He liked the color of her tanned skin. It was still a bit paler than his own natural hue, mixed with his own tan. She was a very attractive woman, but right now, she seemed to have been drawn into some less than lovely memories. James knew this all to well. Having consoled his beloved Anna more times than he could count. He gave her a comforting pat on her upper-back. Thankfully, though, Julie still appeared to have a mild-sense of levity about herself.<br><br>“A hut,” he chuckled. “I've lived in a few myself,” he recalled. Memories of Thailand coming back to him. While not all Thai lived in huts, he had stayed with a few families during his training. Some of them had been exceedingly poor. The fact they had housed him, another mouth to feed, had been astonishing. James had made sure to repay their kindness. <br><br>“I can see you managing that lifestyle. It fits. Not many pretty girls would last the day.” James laughed. <br><br>Somewhat ironically, he knew Anna could do it too. She had grown up very poor. Her family had lived in a ramshackle house. Constantly being patched up. While Anna had grown accustomed to the wealthier style of life, he knew she could revert back if necessary. That kind of life, never vanished from a person. Except perhaps, the most vain. <br><br>Her last comment, pulled a hearty laugh from James. He was glad she appreciated his hard work. Getting six-pack abs had been very difficult. A bitch, really. Though, working out had been apart of his life for so long now, that he really didn't begrudge it anymore. James gave her a crooked grin. Deciding to flex some for her viewing pleasure. He struck the classic pose. His arms curling up, around, and down to parallel with his head. With his biceps growing to nearly half-again their size. His abs tightened and became more defined. His pecs shifted in appearance in the same manner as his abs. <br><br>“When not running about like Tarzan, I am a Mauy Thai instructor and small business owner. I own two Mauy Thai gyms. One in my hometown, and the other in Mill Valley. I also do freelance writing. Being a small business owner, allows me the time to do things like this.” He then looked Julie in the eyes. A twinkle in those dark eyes of his. Giving her a sexy grin. “Hiking, hearing a cry of elation, meeting a pretty lady, being challenged by said lady, and then going swimming with said pretty lady.” He winked. <br><br>"So, does this make you Jane?" he asked playfully. The parallels didn't truly line up, but he'd run with it anyway. He would enjoy this little encounter having a Tarzan/Jane flavor to spice it up some more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>05-07-2016, 19:28:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8c/61/27/8c61271d1e9eb637d7d65ab37b4edce9.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco International Airport, CA | August 9, 2017 | 03:31 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie, Jason, other versions of herself.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving at the airport.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sweater, tank top, khaki capris.</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>Elena had awoken early on August 9th, and for some reason even though five in the morning seemed much too early even to her, she'd had some odd instinctual feeling that it was right in its' own way, too. That was fine for her - even if she felt just a touch groggy after having stayed up as long as she did, Elena simply set about her morning. She made herself a pot of coffee - a rarity, but also necessary for the early days - and then poured herself a cup, only to ruin it with copious amounts of milk and sugar. With her big, t-rex adorned mug in one hand, and her laptop in the other, she wandered through the mostly still house, trying to decide where it was that she felt like sitting for awhile. She'd intended to just do all of this in bed, to be entirely honest, but when she'd awoken to discover her laptop <em>elsewhere,</em> that plan had changed too. <br><br>Finally she'd come to settle down in the den, which was really just a common room decked out with electronics, comfy chairs/couches, and huge windows that looked out over the tiny man-made pond Elena had put in, which at the moment was surrounded by flowers coaxed into a late, beautiful second bloom only possible due to her powers. Judging by the <em>types</em> of flowers that grew, it may have been apparent that Elena either wasn't picky, or that she simply loved most any type. Just looking out at them made Elena miss spring. She could imagine the big open field far back on their acres of land filled with flowers, and it made her want to plant even more among the fields and forests of their home. Even as she thought of that, she thought of fall's helpful nature when it came to growing food and herbs, and really she wasn't too upset about anything. For as much trouble as her powers <em>could</em> have gotten her into, they mostly hadn't, and Elena did use them for a lot of good, too. Most of the food she grew she donated; after all, they were pretty rich, and the vegetables she tended always turned out to be much larger, thus more in line with the needs of a bigger family.<br><br>Letting out the tiniest of sighs into her coffee, Elena flipped on the TV and set her laptop on the coffee table, her cup following suit as she set it on a coaster. It was then that she unceremoniously duplicated her pajama clad body, the new clone <em>popping</em> into existence on the couch beside her. The two looked at one another for a moment - as if in consideration - and then as the clone smiled, Elena spoke. "One or two to clean the house today?" she asked rather simply, pondering even as the words slipped from her mouth. <strong>"Two,"</strong> came the reply, and Elena smiled, nodding. "Mine, or yours?" Without another word being spoken, the duplicate stood and began to walk towards the kitchen, another unnatural <em>pop</em> occurring beyond the kitchen's door. Moments later there were soft giggles, and the soft rattling of cleaning supplies being gathered up. Taking another sip of her coffee, Elena took a moment to send out a little local broadcast within her mind to the two who would soon be busy dusting. <em>Don't forget the barn. The horses need love this morning, and Sir Oinksalot, too.</em> That was about all she had to say or think to them. They knew the list of chores by memory just like Elena did, and asking them to give a little extra care to the animals wasn't even really required. Elena - and any version of herself, just about - loved animals to the point that bathing them in love was only natural. Elena was just motherly, and this particular morning, it showed.<br><br>She spent the next hour or so until six am watching old cartoon reruns - <em>Tom and Jerry</em> and <em>Scooby Doo</em> specifically - at which point she'd run out of coffee. It was then that she opened up her laptop and wandered off into the kitchen to get another cup, and as she was pouring in her milk, she heard the faintest of sounds from the other room: a notification from Facebook. Of course that didn't strike her as weird or queer or anything else at that exact moment, so she didn't rush or anything. She just topped the cup off with milk, then spooned in about five teaspoons of sugar, stirred, and walked off back to her computer. Sitting down, she immediately clicked through Facebook until she found the offending... message?<br><br>It wasn't just a normal notification. No, no it wasn't. It was a message request from <em>Julie</em> and Elena found herself sitting there, staring at it for just the briefest of moments as a waterfall of memories came rushing back. Not like they'd ever been forgotten, mind you. Elena just did her best to separate herself from the independent clones, even though there really was no way for anything to be separate. They were all linked like a web, and that meant they all felt <em>everything</em>. This situation was even more special, though, because Elena herself had <em>intervened</em> to help protect Julie and her clone, without really telling Julie the swap had happened. Elena had always wondered if Julie figured it out. If the woman had noticed the subtle differences in the way Elena spoke or carried herself, or if she'd noticed the way her ring finger had that slightly paler band of flesh where her ring often sat. <br><br>Even now, she felt bad for the deception, regardless of the fact she knew there was a reason for it. Julie - and to a lesser extent, Nicole - had been in danger. At the time it'd been somewhat surreal, but thankfully Elena had the foresight to see it coming, and she'd made preparations just in case. Those preparations had simply been the swap of herself for Nicole, a sacrifice made out of love and caring that really made no difference. Even in sparing Nicole by being there to handle those poachers herself, Nicole remembered it as freshly as Elena. It could've been her just as much as it'd been Elena. They all swam in the same ocean of consciousness despite the space they tried to give themselves in their head, so it wasn't like it'd ended up making that much of a difference. In her mind it did, just like any mother may feel better knowing they did their best to protect their loved ones from harm. and thankfully she'd come out uninjured, too. That was thanks to what seemed to be an insane rate of healing that Elena hadn't fully been able to grasp or understand before, but... In those moments of violence, it'd came in handy, even if the entire situation had changed her. <br><br>Reaping life was far more taxing than growing it, she found.<br><br>With all of that pounding her central cortex, sat there in stunned silence a moment. It was awkward - she even looked surprised - and her mind flooded with memories among a whirlpool of other thoughts. It'd taken her a few anxiety filled sips of her scalding hot beverage before she calmed and responded. The conversation over messenger had felt odd - stilted - and Elena knew it was because talking in person would be best. She could even almost <em>feel</em> Julie's emotion through the small printed text, which felt odd but also so right. There was a lot of love there - and care - so the blonde haired woman did her best to come off as nonchalant, confident, and... fully stable. Shortly after speaking to her, Elena took the appropriate steps to get there. A ticket bought - first class - and a talk with Jason, who didn't seem to mind much once she'd explained. She even packed a small bag of things, in case the trip became a few - day stay, as she truly had no idea how things may go. When she finally called a car and left, Elena left the two duplicates she'd made previously there to go about their business and help Jason however they could.<br><br></span></span><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>Flight 3064 had been one of the earlier levels of hell. To begin, it was cold, and that was before everyone around her opened their little fan/ac - things that made it colder. Secondly, there was far too much screaming. <em>Children</em> screaming. From coach. So loud it reached first class and pierced Elena's headphones at times, even though she was listening to music. People around her were mostly watching the news, because something about Tac 6 was on and it seemed like <em>every</em> plain Jane was obsessed with them. Meanwhile, they were the assholes that prevented Elena from trying to do any world-wide good, or at least that's how she felt. Her father did not share Tac 6's views thankfully, and Elena would not deny the fact that a copy of herself works at her father's farms specifically to just help more food grow and be available. Just thinking of her father made her sort of long to go see him, and it was mentally added to her <em>list of stuff to do.</em> Shortly after take off, Elena dozed off, her cellphone on airplane mode laying in her lap playing all manners of music for the hours she slept.<br><br>When she awoke, she'd drooled onto the little pillow they'd given her, and the flight attendant was looking at her a little strangely. Caught off guard, she sort of looked around, confused, and then simply let the moment pass. Whatever the woman had been staring at, even though it pertained to Elena, was soon dismissed by the announcement that they'd landed and would be arriving soon. Ahead of schedule, even. Elena found that to be both good news and anxiety - inducing for a myriad of reasons, but the specific one that stood out was, of course, the inevitable meeting in moments with Julie. It'd been a long time, the visit was overdue, and the beautiful woman was owed all the explanation she wanted as far as Nicole <em>or</em> Elena were concerned.<br><br>What came next was a total blur. People talking both pleasantly and not, a flurry of baggage being ripped from bins and the pounding of heavy - handed people plopping their stupid, wheeled suitcases on the aisle of the plane. Among it all roamed the out of place traveler, Elena, who was not only quiet but also carried nothing but one over - the - shoulder cloth bag that seemed only half full, and a small backpack she'd stuffed her purse and other things into (like makeup, and her phone charger.) Further defying expectations, Julie was the last person from first class to stand up, which left her well above the huge pack of people from coach behind her, but also proved she was a little nervous even though no one was there to see it. <br><br>Strolling down the terminal didn't take long, as her feet seemed stuck on a set path despite the shops that lined both sides of her constantly vying for her attention. Step after step she hardly strayed from her path save to avoid a slow - moving person or three. The only time she stopped walking was when she got onto the silly moving walkway, which she always found <em>so humorous</em> that it made her giggle. They were always in front of some ridiculous 'immersive' advertisement, and the entire concept was one Elena found funny. No matter if you were so lazy you didn't want to walk, or if you were in such a hurry you needed the speed boost from the automated walkway, it was so unnecessary it was <em>funny.</em><br><br>That left her in good spirits, all smiles regardless she was nervous as the sliding glass doors opened up and vomited her into the general waiting area where what could only be described as a sea of loved - ones waited. Elena didn't know if that statement applied to her - did Julie love her, or would those emotions crumple under the wait of Elena's odd, unnatural existence since she'd become an evolved? It was the same decision her father, friends, and <em>'family'</em> all had to make upon discovering she'd changed from <em>shy homebody with confidence issues</em> to <em>confident woman with powers</em> seemingly overnight. Okay - truth be told, it wasn't <em>overnight,</em> even though the powers <em>had</em> come that abruptly. Elena's change from shy reclusive young - woman to something else had taken time, her confidence building as her control over her powers did, too. No amount of abilities could ever change Elena's gooey insides though, the same insides that made her feel like crying when random people on the news called Evolved people <em>monsters</em> just because she - and Jason, and Julie - were all included. It didn't help she felt that out of all the Evolved she'd met, she was the most truly like a monster, too.<br><br>All thoughts got shuffled to the back of her mind when she finally spotted Julie through the thick crowd of people. With no delay whatsoever, Elena waded through the bodies between them. As she moved, her long, grey, oversize knitted sweater hung and swung low on her body, the garment slipping down lower along her shoulders as the straps of her bags tugged on the cloth. Beyond the gray sweater though, Elena was dressed rather.. <em>beige.</em> She had on khaki capris that led into silly socks (http://www.sockittome.com/images/detailed/5/F0289.jpg), which matched her brightly colored blue flats. On her upper half beneath the sweater seemed to be a simple off white tank - top that flared out a bit at the bottom. It never really dawned on her that she'd dressed this way because of Julie, but now it was. Just looking at the woman her duplicate - that <em>she</em> - had slept with, and met, and everything else, reminded her of the way they'd been dressed when they met. Nicole had been wearing bright colors, Julie: tan. So no wonder today she'd come in a mash-up of those two styles topped with her own - the comfy sweater.<br><br>Now within arms reach, she paused just a moment there, smiling at Julie full - force like the day she had they met, and it almost seemed like the little blonde was looking for something in Julie's eyes. She sort of was, too, she just didn't know what it was, or what it'd feel like when she found it. After a small stint of silence (which Elena found encouraged by Julie's lack of saying <em>anything</em>,) she let out a little sigh and moved in close, her arms coming to loop loosely around Julie's neck if she allowed it. It took her a moment, because truly she was just so filled with comparatively similar and contrasting emotions about so many things, but after a few long moments of that tight hug, Elena whispered: "Hello, beautiful," and after nuzzling Julie's cheek just once, she finally drew away, her hands coming to rest on her hips lightly, eyes critical, voice perhaps a little sassy in a motherly way. "You never went back to bed, did you?"<br><br>It was rhetorical obviously, because seconds later, Elena was giggling and taking Julie's hand as she slowly led her towards the exit of the airport, which she knew from several memories of other duplicates travelling through this airport previously. "Do you have a hotel room? A car? Or can I get us one?" she asked, as Julie likely marveled at the fact that the only difference between her and Nicole seemed to be the ring on her finger.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 01:39:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/evolved%20char%207_zpsvbxkwizk.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco International Airport, CA | August 9, 2017 | 03:32 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Elena<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting anxiously<br><hr><br>There was no possible way Julie could linger in that catatonic state once Elena approached her, although her presence carried the devastating force of a tidal wave. What sweet destruction it was though, and with but one smile she washed away months of uncertainty, of feeling torn apart from the inside and never quite knowing how to move forward. Maybe it was because she was never meant to move on from that one night in Africa to begin with; the feelings the girl stirred inside her when she embraced Julie left no doubt that nothing had changed since then, no terrible event could just wipe away those months that had been so inherently <em>perfect</em>, regardless of how cruelly they had ended. <br><br>Her voice was&nbsp; exactly the same as Nicki's, which really shouldn't surprise Julie as much as it did. No matter what Nicole had told her, for most of their time together the truth about her, about Elena, about all the different versions of them that roamed the planet in perpetual connection with one another regardless of distance, had felt like a distant dream, something she tried to understand but never could. But here, when faced with the evidence to the truth of her stories Julianne finally found that perhaps she would be able to grasp it... at least a little. For when she drew back, so reluctantly, and looked into those beautiful eyes she saw Nicole and yet saw a person so very much her own. Each of them was a puzzle with a few pieces missing, but with a few pieces uniquely added as well, and they completed as well as complimented one another in such a beautiful way. It was so complicated... and yet, it really was so very, very simple, too. <br><br>"How could I sleep knowing I'd see you," Julie said, and her voice sounded distinctly pinched as she spoke. Nervously she sucked her lips between her teeth, her hands slipping from that self-evident spot around Elena's waist. Julie's hands came to rest upon her wrists, unwilling to abandon the girl entirely. If it had been up to her the embrace would never have ended in the first place; for all eternity she would gladly stand there. She wasn't sure if she should feel guilty; her nature commanded that being so strongly moved by someone who <em>wasn't</em> -technically- Nicole was wrong, and yet she needed but look at Elena and be assured that nothing about this could ever be negative, as if Nicole herself was looking out through those pale irises and assuring her that she was <em>right there</em>, that everything was all right. <br><br>"Wait," she called out, perhaps a bit louder than was truly necessary. Elena had only just grasped her hand and set off, so matter-of-factly, so lighthearted, and Julie didn't know what to do with that, how to handle things being so <em>easy</em>. They shouldn't be, couldn't possibly be this carefree about it, not when she knew how heartbroken she had felt. The time in the hospital had been agonizing and not because of the wound that had to mend but wounds far more deep that never quite healed. That very rend that was freshly opened when the letter arrived, the very letter that had brought her to this point in the first place... it couldn't possibly be such a simple transition. Not after all that sadness, all that confusion, all that trying desperately to keep it all together and move on with a life that no longer carried the fulfillment it once had. The questions hid in Julie's eyes as she gazed up at Elena, her hand firmly grasping that of the girl with no intent of ever relinquishing that hold. "Just like that..?" Julie asked, and the way her eyes shone suspiciously gave it all away. She held it together though, and though she couldn't find it in herself to smile like Elena did, there <em>was</em> a feeling of blossoming happiness somewhere deep within her chest, one that had her take lead and guide Elena out of the crowd and the arrivals hall altogether without another word. Not until they found themselves outside, at least. <br><br>"I don't own a car," she confessed a little sullen as they stood upon the curb, "Not yet, anyway. I only arrived here last week."&nbsp; Her thumb was doing that thing where she was rubbing Elena's hand, something that she tended to do so often with Nicole, especially when she was nervous. Not that Julie often had much reason to feel any but the good nerves whenever she'd been around Nicki, but it had been a gesture that comforted and made <em>her</em> feel comforted as well, and God knew she needed some reassurance right now. It wasn't surprising that as soon as she'd waved a cab over, Julie briefly clasped her free hand over Elena's, cradling it in a protective grasp until the driver got out, eager to get the luggage tossed into the trunk. Julie didn't have it in herself to pay attention to the man, even if he was particularly civil and polite for a cabby, even held open the door for the two of them. It wasn't so unlikely either that Julie couldn't find the words to speak, although she managed to croak the address when the man behind the wheel asked the obvious "Where to, ladies?" right after they had taken place upon the backseat. All that she could think of was how she had let been forced to let go as she'd rounded the car to the opposite side, and now that they were sat here Julie didn't have the guts to take her hands again. She knew it was silly, knew that this should not be the big issue it was gradually becoming. She'd loved Nicole and without a doubt she loved a big part of Elena too. But was that normal? Was that something Elena already knew or was it something that would be met with disapproval? She had embraced Julie, but regardless of how it had felt, friends hugged one another without it meaning anything else. And on top of that the polite taxi driver kept casting curious glances at the two girls in his cab, significantly lessening that correct attitude of his. <br><br>"It's not far," Julie murmured, looking increasingly forlorn. She gratefully pretended that it was the driver who had her keep her silence, for so many things that needed to be said were not meant for the ears of random strangers, but it was only a half truth. As feelings very slowly began to settle - at least a little - so did worries and fears resurface that had briefly been subdued. She needed but look at Elena to feel them dwindle again but Julie was having trouble allowing herself to do just that for fear of giving herself away too much. Inadvertently her gaze would be drawn to the ring finger on Elena's hand, time and time again. The pale band where sunlight had failed to give her skin that warm, subtle tan was a fierce reminder that things weren't as simple as she desperately wanted them to be, which was torture when every time she caught sight of Elena she had to suppress the urge to turn to the side and kiss her with all the need of someone who had to wait months for that moment to happen, never even sure if it ever would again. <br><br>From Julie's end the twenty minute journey was one vastly reigned by silence, and when the hotel came into view she breathed an almost audible sigh of relief that really didn't befit the feelings that raged within. Which didn't keep her from getting out of the car rather quickly, accepting the luggage before Elena could and using it as the distraction she direly needed. How she'd gone from someone so filled with fragile hope to a bundle of jittery nerves so quickly, but her hand was actually trembling as she removed her wallet to pay the taxi driver, and only after he had repeatedly scraped his throat. She didn't even know how generous the tip she gave him was but it must have been considerable, considering how happily he bid them goodbye thereafter. All she knew was that she needed to get to her room, where things were quiet and safe and where she would be able to ask and say the things she couldn't right now.&nbsp; Again she ignored her intuition and paced ahead, into the lobby and towards the elevator where a middle-aged couple already stood waiting. Julie couldn't be sure if she was relieved or unhappy about sharing the elevator; she wasn't sure about anything anymore now. <br>&nbsp;<br>The journey to the fifth floor was filled with terse silence again, although Elena, being true to her own nature, had a way of taking away tension no matter how overwhelming it seemed. Still, Julie had a frantic sort of need to get to a place more private, and although she fumbled with the key card when they reached room 514, even dropped it twice on the floor before finally managing to slide it into the slot, she persevered bravely and thrust open the door, rushing in as if the devil was hot on her heels. <br><br>The room was accommodating, with a double bed and a sitting area, even a big flat screen TV and a mini bar. There was enough room to walk around properly, a balcony that offered a view of the cityscape and a bathroom with a generously sized bath as well as a shower cabin. All things that Julie couldn't give a rat's ass about right now, and half an hour of pent up frustration revealed itself as she paced into the room, sat down on the edge of the bed, got up again and took a single step towards the girl who had followed her into the room. Only now did she uninhibitedly take in the sight of Elena, but where she'd been nothing but intensely happy before, now the fragile expression in her eyes, on the verge of shattering altogether, seemed almost accusing. Julie didn't want to be angry and she didn't think she was, either. But she was something - sad, upset, confused. So many things that she didn't mean to feel, that she much rather forget in favour over delight that she had found, in a way, the woman who had been in her thoughts every day of the past two years, like a dream and then much like a nightmare. Her voice had gone up a notch or two, a little shrill when finally she talked again, and Julie was wringing her hands, if only because she didn't know what else to do with them if she didn't. <br><br>"I-- I can get you a different room," she began, which was the last thing she wanted to say. Why her mind would venture to such a practical sort of apology when there were a myriad questions to ask was beyond Julie, and yet there she was, eyes nervously flitting towards the bed, towards the window and the chairs and to everything before looking right back at Elena again with big, wondering eyes. Eyes that looked like they would fill with tears at any given point, although the girl was doing a valiant job of keeping herself from breaking down in a way she really didn't want to. "I mean, I didn't think about, I just haven't considered if you'd even stay and if..." <br><br>Her voice trailed off; Julie could not look more lost than in that moment, a moment in which she precariously balanced between fear and courage, hope and desolace. She looked to Elena for answers whilst knowing all too well that there was no way for the girl to satisfy her need for an explanation that would make everything all right, that would make all the bad things go away and leave only room for something <em>good</em>. She would have to find those answers within herself... and Julie really didn't know if she had the ability to search hard enough. <br><br>Her lips pressed together, the only thing she could do to keep them from trembling. "I didn't know," she confessed, which sounded rather out of the blue in that moment. "I didn't know what to do without you. I thought I was strong, and --- and independent and that I didn't need anyone but that really wasn't true." <br><br>She shrugged haphazardly; somewhere during her brief monologue the carpet had become the focal point for her eyes to fixate on, and it was only when the toes of two bright blue shoes slipped into her view that Julie realized Elena had closed the distance between the two women. It startled her a little, although it was a shortlived moment that ended as she glanced up again, finding that reassurance she so direly needed. "I don't know what to do," she whispered rather pathetically. "You mean the world to me, but I can't..." another shrug, "I can't possibly...." Eyes met once more, and although a part of Julianne was reminding her forcefully that this was not Nicole, that this was not the rose-tinted dream she had lived in all those months and likely never would be again, an increasingly bigger part to her gladly told her sensible side to shut up. And once it succeeded it didn't take much - not much at all - for Julie to reach her hands up, ever so gently cradling that sweet face she loved so dearly in her careful fingertips before pressing her lips to Elena's, meeting in a kiss so tender and yet so full of want, so full of a need that she wasn't sure could ever be fulfilled, but that was so very satisfied the moment her warm mouth collided with her own. Electricity could not even begin to rival the sensation that shook her body in that moment, and Julie outright refused to think about consequence, about the right or wrong of it. <em>"I missed you,"</em> she murmured, her words all but lost in her unwillingness to withdraw. "I missed you so much." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 03:36:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cinedesuperheroes.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/black-panther-chadwick-boseman-t-challa-marvel-disney-captain-america-civil-war-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elijah Brandt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370187#msg12370187)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Improvising<br><hr><br>Eli found himself incredibly happy that his powers, like his speed, wasn't always on. Seeing the world at a stand-still, and having to move along at the snails pace they had to use while muffled and invisible would have been murder. So he was happy he could just turn it off and go right along with them no problem. It was quite a walk, but that was a good thing. They were going even further into the shitty part of town. And even if Tac 6 figured that's where they'd go, the searches would stay toward the nicer part of town as it was simply easier to search there. <br><br>Trying to find two street smart Evolved in a place like this who didn't want to be found? May as well try to find an albino flea in a snowstorm. Good job not Tac 6 lady. They kept going until they came to a rundown house, and when they went inside, they were led to a rundown room that was trying to stuff a loooot of extra shit in there to make it look like it was up to regulation. "Perfect," he said with a pleased nod while looking around. He went to lean on the wall, perching one leg up and planting his weight on the other. <br><br>"She's right, girls. Now I can get us some wheels, get you guys a change of clothes. Maybe even some wigs or somethin'? Anything to make you look as different and not like two girls being chased by Tac 6 as possible." He watched the third woman in the group do some funky shapeshifting, and in a few seconds there were still four people in the room, but the prior fourth no longer existed and in her place stood someone completely different. Pausing, he took a breath, then seemed to realize something. "Impressive. Oh, and I'm...are we doing real names? If not call me Blitz. If so, I'm Eli."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terris Geolith</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 16:40:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.stereoboard.com/images/artistimages/childish-gambino.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Cole Hawkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12434518#msg12434518)</strong> <br><strong>City | Date | Time: San Francisco, California | August 4th, 2017 | 2:01am</strong> <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes</strong> <br><strong>Content: Tea and Scones?</strong> <br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><br>Maybe it has been a while since he has really talked with anyone. He had been so used to hearing the words, 'Yes' and 'Thank you', when he decided to help out someone, that it was somewhat surprising when it was barely even that and it spilled into something...well, he didn't know what exactly it truly turned into it. All he knew is that the woman that he saved talked. A lot. And with a cool accent. Normally, he would have just slipped away after she had turned away from him, to dispense some of her own justice to her attackers, but he found himself rooted to the spot. Either slightly taken aback that she was just talking still, as if the situation wasn't truly new to her; or he was slightly cautious towards her because she was a bit more friendly than he had expected. <br><br>Yeah...maybe it wasn't great that the only true interactions he's had in a while was with lines of code scrolling along a laptop screen (which was now scrap metal tanning out in the Phoenix heat) but he couldn't help but appreciate a slight sense of...connection for a moment. It was slightly freaking him out a bit. But the woman seemed...fearless. Curious...about everything dealing with him, hence why he was so cautious. He had already thought it was a risk coming down to help. Could have been a trap. Could have been Tac-6. Still could be. She gave a name. <br><br>Jackie. Nice name. It was when she extended her hand for a handshake that he seemed to shy away a bit, his body slightly shifting a bit more into the shadows, ready to disappear with quickness. But then she kept talking, trying to reassure him that she just wanted to repay him for the help he gave, invite him to her apartment. That was an easy ploy to get his trust. And then she talked about tea and scones and for a moment, his head lifted a bit in the dark and he finally showed just a bit of his face from underneath the hood. Tea and scones? <br><br>He looked upwards towards the building he had been trying to use as his resting spot, thinking about whether he should just hightail it out of there. He then returned his focus back to Jackie. He had no reason to trust her, despite her smile and her playful attitude. It reminded him of someone. It reminded him too much of that someone. But there was something compelling him to take her up on her offer, despite where it could lead him. Maybe that was just a slight delirium from lack of sleep. Or maybe her charm was slightly comforting. Her crazy, bubbling charm. He gave another once over to the men he were still laid out, either making some sort of noise of pain and discomfort or not at all.<br><br><em>Are you Tac-6?</em> "Tea and scones? Seriously?" He said to her, finally. It was the only thing that seemed to really stick in his mind. Who in their right mind would offer tea and scones at 2am? He then looked down to her hand, still outreached towards him. He slipped one hand out of the very long sleeve of his jacket and took her hand in a small shake. "Have to get something..." he mumbled softly and then launched himself into the air, nearly overshooting the roof. A quick adjustment and a instinctive grab of the roof's edge caused his body to cartwheel over and land in a crouch. He quickly grabbed his stuff he had left up there, checked his pocket to make sure he didn't drop his flash drive. It was still there. He threw it back into his back for more safer keeping.<br><br><em>You should always take a risk, even if it's a bad one.</em> The words of Cassandra called out to him, deeply in the back of his mind. An echo of a memory long ago. It seemed like everything was centered around Cassandra nowadays for him. He was her "pet project" now. Her words. Or Tac-6's. Didn't matter. Things were better before. He wished that things were back that way. He wished for a lot of things.<br><br><em>Take a risk, Cole. Worst case, you end up dead. Best case, you end up with food with a chance of death still lingering.</em><br>"Fine...let's see how far this risk takes me then..." He said, tucking the strap of his backpack over his shoulder and nonchalantly leaping off the roof again, skidding off the side of the roof and landing in a different point of shadow silently nearby the woman named Jackie. "You're an Evolved too?" he announced to her softly.<br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 22:56:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/TrhNVlw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:42 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Escaping<br><hr>That veil of invisibility faded away like smoke on the non-existent breeze the moment they entered Kumiho's abode. While Elijah felt out of place these days, Dara fell right at home in the shabby apartment and she had a feeling Shae would too. Almost instantly she felt like she could just plop down somewhere and relax, despite the otherwise dire circumstances they'd all found themselves in. "Well, I can't really help Shae but I can do a little something for myself." She murmured as she made her way towards the nearest mirror. Her head tipped and tilted this way and that as she squinted at her own reflection. I wasn't noticable at first, but as the seconds ticked on by those bright bleach blonde locks of hers faded until they were a lovely brunette with highlights and even fringe blonde tips - all she had to do was adjust how light bounced off her hair. <br><br>It was remarkable how different she looked with darker hair, and honestly she liked herself better that way. She could change a few more things about herself as well, but the less changes she made and the easier it was to keep it going unconsciously. She could do the same for Shae, but it was a hell of a lot easier to do it on herself. On that same note, Elijah might just remember her a touch better with darker hair too. If she could remember correctly, her hair was pretty much black at some point way back when. <br><br>"If you have any spare clothing, that'd be great." She shot a hopeful glance towards Kumiho, just in time to see her strange transformation. She paused then, blinking before she perked with wide eyes. "Oh man, that is so fuckin' badass!!" She gushed before she could reign herself in properly, which ended with her promptly coughing to herself and glancing off to the side. "Er, I mean... Yeah, cool... uh... Does that mean you don't have spare clothes?" Dara laughed awkwardly as she rubbed along the back of her neck. <br><br>"You know what, actually! I have a better ide--" She trailed off as she reached into her back pocket to squint at Elijah as he spoke and suddenly realized, now that they weren't in a panic and all, that he looked <i>extremely</i> familiar to her for some reason... She'd just slipped her phone out when he introduced himself and her eyes widened with recognition. "Eli? Elijah Brandt? No fuckin' way!" She grinned then. "You don't recognize me, do you? Harmony!" She gestured at herself. "I go by Dara now days." Or at least she used too... Now they needed new names, didn't they? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steir</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 09:35:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://danbooru.donmai.us/data/__genos_one_punch_man_drawn_by_kim_yura_goddess_mechanic__1b9e161eca35c63ac24f5aad48a0cc82.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gerald McCain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12447205#msg12447205)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Middletown, Indiana | August 10, 2017 | 9 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Traffic safety<br><hr><br>The day was clear and bright during summer, which made the day great for outdoor activities. Such was the case when Gerald was convinced by a fellow member of the neighborhood watch to do a talk on traffic safety to the kids as part of their road safety program. At first he thought it would be just a simple talk on safety that will be held indoors. In the days before the activity, however, Gerald realized how naive he was in thinking they will do it that simply with him as part of the team.<br><br>---cue flashback---<br><br>"So you want me to drive the car and do what!?" Gerald asked after the first explanation on how the talk will go down. An incredulous expression was evident on his face despite its metallic nature.<br><br>"Drive the car and transform it. Like how Transformers do it. Imagine yourself being one of those Transformers doing a public service announcement, like those old cartoons!"<br><br>"You seriously want me to do that?" Gerald inquired with eyes half open, doubting what his companion just said. He would admit that the idea was cool, yet somehow felt embarassing now that he's past the time of watching cartoons and play acting like his favorite characters.<br><br>"C'mon! You know you'd want to do it! Think of the kids! This will definitely get their attention and you'd be the talk of the town! It's the closest thing to becoming a local hero!"<br><br>"Goodness... I hope you have everything covered..." Gerald sighed as he covered his face with his hands, admitting surrender to his pal and going along with it.<br><br>---end flashback---<br><br>And so Gerald drove into the parking area assigned for the talk inside a blue Volkswagen Beetle (the newer one, not the classic one) as soon as he was radioed to come in. It was a slow cruise to the assigned open space that will give him room to transform the car.<br><br>"And now our special guest - Bluebug!"<br><br>On that cue, Gerald began the car's transformation. The external shell expands and opens up to reveal the interior, allowing him to extend the front into legs and feet. Arms sprout out from the side as the body of the vehicle took the form of the robot's torso. Soon the head pops up and the external shell covers the outer parts to give the robot a friendly and heroic look.<br><br>"Good day, kids! Today we're going to talk about traffic safety!" Gerald spoke in a modified voice as he looked to the audience. Inside the robot's body he was rolling his eyes with the name choice. There were many other names they could have gone with, but ended up with something the kids could remember. At least the audience reaction was favorable as he followed the script together with the rest of the volunteers. By the time they were done, Gerald transformed the car back to its original form and drove it out of the parking area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 17:34:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/wondersofthesandbox/images/b/bc/Rosie-Tupper-09.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shae Lux Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:42 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara, Elijah, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr>Into the apartment they filed and it looked like any number of run down shit holes she had ended up in. Doing what she had done... She shook her head and kicked it from her brain. If she let that in right now it was going to throw a wrench into this whole damn thing – and she didn't need to be the cause of any more wrenches in her life. Glad to hear again – not anything in particular mind you, just being able to <em>hear</em> in general – Shae padded away from them all, slowly towards the not-quite kitchen and nibbled on her lip whilst the others made nice and introduced one another, talked about disguises and where they'd go from here.<br><br>What about the people they left behind? Sam was probably going to freak when she wasn't there, she was going to be utterly worried about them both. Mera too, she'd be leading the damn charge to find them. What if their descriptions ended up getting to them... What if they found out... Shae's heart damn near broke. “This sucks,” She mumbled and scuffed the tip of her toe down against the floor. There was an outburst waiting to happen, and she spun around to let loose only to watch this woman... Holy fucking shit. Her mouth opened and then stopped. Dara had made changes to things before but nothing like <em>that</em>. She wrestled her jaw shut, looking to Dara's new hair.<br><br>Then, perhaps the most startling discovery, was that this dude and Dara knew one another? She cast a quick glance between them. Was this some other Miles type thing? It was also amusing how roughly they had started only to find this out. “Shae,” She piped up, offering a little wave.<br><br>They'd figure it out, it wasn't like she had a whole lot of say in the matter. The one thing she had wanted to do had been denied – not to say there was no logic in that, but it didn't much mean that she had anything to add. Mr. Speedy, Lady Shift and Dara of the lights no doubt knew best how to escape situations like this. She was better at creating situations like this. Why did they even have to run? It wasn't like she wasn't already a killer. If she could just figure out what she'd done to... them... Then she could turn it on Tac 6, and anyone else who decided to follow them. Then they could stop all this running and crap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 21:21:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/rubyrose1_zps6yxkovad.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California | 4th August 2017, Friday | Past 2 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Cole | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>: This (http://www.justthedesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/82.-tomboy.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Merely wanting to pay a person for his good deed. Also, tea and scones!</em><br><hr><br>To any other sensible person, her invitation might just be a ploy for something more sinister and Jackie understood on her hero's hesitance on accepting her offer. In fact, she might seemed very unreasonable on offering a mere stranger into her own private home especially when they just only met a few moments ago. Still, her reasoning was very much valid within her mind and she hoped she could repay the man's bravery with some little token of gratitude — even if it would just be her serving tea and scones to the daring man.<br><br>Much to her delight, her saviour seemed agreeable to the notion as the shadowy man spoke out to her. She gave a gentle scoff, but mostly out of jest, "Have you ever meet a British who doesn't love his or her tea? If they don't offer you a cuppa, they are not truly British at all! Or that's what my dad used to say.. Also, do not underestimate those scones! Learned the recipe from my own mum now.. And you're very lucky that I baked a batch just last morning too!" Jackie seemed to look a little proud of that little fact, but that wasn't too important. She shook his hand once her own hand was grasped and her smile widened slightly.<br><br>Still, she even was a little surprised once the man suddenly shot himself into the air with very little effort from his side and he disappeared onto the roof like a fleeting shadow. And just like that, he soon returned and Jackie turned herself to where the man hid himself again once he was back on the ground. At his question, the British woman only then realized she didn't really explain herself to him other than her wanting to show him her gratitude, "Oh! I realized I didn't really mention about that, hm? But yes, I'm one - well, one of <em>you</em>, I mean. I think that explains on why I didn't run away like a scared lunatic once you saved my pretty arse, huh?"<br><br>The British woman seemed very nonchalant about the whole ordeal; even more with how she easily admitted on her being one of the dreaded Evolved as how people had been calling them as of late. Perhaps it was one of the reasons Jackie wanted to offer to the man over to her apartment, maybe to give him something akin to acceptance from her though it depended on how long he was willing to stay within her home. Even then, she gave a gesture with her hand, "But my apartment is just one or two blocks away. Not too far away if you don't mind a small walk.. But first, what should I call you since you want to remain all mysterious, hm? If you ask me, I don't mind calling you 'Spidey' like the comic book hero 'Spiderman' but that would be too childish, wouldn't it?"<br><br>As she talked further with him, the dark-haired woman started walking and figured the mysterious man would follow her however he wished. Nonetheless, like she had said, her apartment building wasn't very fair and within a short time, she called the elevator once they entered into the lobby and then arriving to her apartment floor. Finding her apartment door was simple enough and she scooped her keys out to unlock it before allowing her new guest to enter into her home before she did. Already, her small yet cozy-looking apartment (http://cdn.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/small-one-bedroom-ideas.png) looked very welcoming with her added touches and elements, especially with her choice of bright colours here and there with some furniture and decorations. Nevertheless, the apartment had a homely but charming feeling to it, which seemed very fitting to the owner who lived there.<br><br>After she slipped her leather jacket off to hang it upon a chair, the British woman made way to the kitchen though she briefly waved over to the couch in the living room, "Make yourself comfortable! I just need to put the kettle on the stove and we'll have tea in a jiffy!" She disappeared into the kitchen but the sounds from the kitchen was enough indication she was clearly doing what she said she would. She returned to the living room once that was done.<br><br>"So.. I have a very important question for you.." She paused, looking a tad serious for just a brief moment but a smile quickly peeked out, "Have you eaten yet? Well, mostly I want an excuse to warm up those scones I've mentioned earlier. And also, I do have beer if you prefer that from tea. I promise I wouldn't be offended if you do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 22:51:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/rubyrose2_zpspfwxe4gv.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Baltimore, Maryland | 9th August 2017, Wednesday | 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Alexei | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>: This (http://66.media.tumblr.com/ad14ad559b0ed77706474ddc5f0fad3c/tumblr_nq6199wRN81qzk5h3o2_500.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Music Festival, hell yeah!</em><br><hr><br>She knew she had to control her excitement before the person who she was talking to would feel overwhelmed. In fact, she felt a tad guilty from letting her mouth just run wild like a bullet train without really her considering that, perhaps, the man before her wouldn't really grasp on her words. Still, it seemed like man had supportive buddies as Chris begin to speak on his behalf and Jackie turned her attention shortly to him. She nodded her head in understanding and then gave a soft chuckle, "Oooo, I have to admit, I do like the sound of 'Alexei' even more. And also, an escapologist, you say? So he just only focus on escaping from very impossible situations, am I right?"<br><br>Still, she could see the huge amount of respect each individuals had for each other as she could see on how Chris and Gina acted towards Alexei and he in turn. Nevertheless, she focused her attention back to the Russian man once he finally spoke to her and a happy grin crossed her face at his compliment, "Aww, thank you very much, love! We were very happy to perform tonight, especially for this music festival. Glad we got the opportunity because we could meet with awesome and cool people like yourselves!"<br><br>And then, a knowing glint glimmered within those viridian eyes of hers as she gazed upon Alexei; as if she knew a huge secret of his and was even indicating with her subtle hint, "Though I have to say, I really think you're extra special! Like.. seriously, what you did is simply like as if you really done magic! I can't even begin to understand on how you did it, but I'm sure you have your secrets, am I right?"<br><br>Briefly, Jackie turned her head to glance over to Chris and Gina to see on whether they were truly aware on what she's trying to say. In fact, she might be just expressing on how she really thought Alexei had such great talent to where his act would had made people believe magic was real again. For Jackie though, she knew that Alexei was mighty different in nature from normal humans and she was hoping that the Russian man somehow figured that she was hinting on that.<br><br>If he didn't though, the British woman had another idea. "Is it possible for me to steal Alexei here for a short while to introduce to my friends? That girl I mentioned would love to meet you, I swear. Also, I was hoping for an autograph for safe-keeping, if you know what I mean?" She asked in a playful manner though directing the question to the trio, figuring Chris and Gina wouldn't miss Alexei too much since he might not be gone for too long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terris Geolith</strong> on <strong>10-07-2016, 22:08:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.stereoboard.com/images/artistimages/childish-gambino.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Cole Hawkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12434518#msg12434518)</strong> <br><strong>City | Date | Time: San Francisco, California | August 4th, 2017 | Sometime past 2 am</strong> <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes</strong> <br><strong>Content: Comfortable apartment? Food to eat? Is this real life?</strong> <br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: veradana;" class="bbc_font"><br>He followed. Perhaps a bit reluctantly and slightly foolishly on his part, but he followed. She controlled the majority of the conversation, which was completely fine with Cole. He didn't talk much. Didn't have much to offer or contribute, but it was good to listen to her. She was an exciting person, there was no doubt in his mind about that. She even tried to throw a bit more humor towards him, claiming that she would name him 'Spidey' because of what he does. He seemed to smile somewhat shyly at that comment but then he shook his head. He was no Spidey, that was for sure. For a moment, as he walked out of the alleyway and onto the street corners again, he lifted his head up, still keeping his hood over his head and slowly began to try and say something, but it was so quiet that he stopped himself in mid-sentence:<br><br>"You can call me...Dolo--" He shook his head and lowered it again, watching the sidewalk and stealing glances at the sidewalk, seeing a few party goers heading to either another party or home to crash and probably start again later on in the day. Dolomedes was kind of a dumb name, to be frank. He wanted to name himself something Spider-like, something cool-sounding. But the name ended up making him sound like Dolomite. Cool guy, sure. A bit corny, absolutely, but he was far from that character. Also Black Spider was a bit too on the nose as well. So he just quietly let the woman named Jackie talk, explaining that she was, in fact, an Evolved...but it didn't seem to worry her much and she was very open to speak on that fact. Now she was really beginning to remind him of Cassandra. Just a tad bit.<br><br>He had been in his head with thoughts for so long that he didn't realize he had been moving on automatic; he had found himself standing outside of Jackie's apartment door and he blinked his eyes slowly as she began to let him inside. The place was...nice. Almost reminded him of his dorm room back at his University. More spacious, that was for sure. And it definitely had more character and color to it. It spoke volumes of who Jackie was. He clutched his backpack slightly and stepped over the threshold of her front door and looked around with a slight curiosity, keeping himself on a bit of alert. As much as he appreciated her saying to make himself at home, he seemed to just stand and wander around a bit. He moved around and checked out her couch, her television, and even peeked over to her small kitchen area for a moment. Nice space. Definitely cost some money. Wondered what she did. Curious.<br><br>Jackie had gone off to get to tea started and it felt like a second before she had come back into the living room where Cole had remained, still standing, his eyes checking all around him. She was wondering if he had eaten anything. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it and then sighed, his hand reaching up and grasping the fringes of his hood, debating on whether or not he should pull it off. He decided to take it off slowly, but he looked quietly to the side, as if somewhat ashamed, but he held himself in a manner of, 'If you try something with me, I will fight until I can't fight anymore'.<br><br>"Arizona..." he mumbled a bit, and then he coughed a little and cleared his throat. "Had a sandwich...three days ago..." He looked around again, his eyes seemed slightly focused but he looked, apart from the obvious appearance in his clothes, exhausting and about ready to collapse...but he kept firm in his spot. "Tea and scones is fine..." He gazed up and then looked at her, finally in the eyes. "You have a nice place." He added, before he went silent again.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>12-07-2016, 03:54:16</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Billie's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/09/fe/57/09fe5791b41d94052601b319a3f22ca2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952) <br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | 8/4/17| 6:30 a.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dhavali (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369964#msg12369964) and potentially Emily (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12366180#msg12366180)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>You are my Sunshine.<br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">Continued from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250448.msg12379770#msg12379770).</span></em><br><hr><br>Immediately, upon entering the seizure inducing, clashing color schemed apartment, Billie slipped her feet free from the pleasantly warm comfort of her slippers to walk barefoot across the hardwood floors. The crass and sometimes overly confident brunette ambled without rush through the main foyer, appearing as if she belonged rather than being a guest, following the sound of her young sister’s voice. <br><br>Dhavili’s apartment was sort of a second home for her, regardless of its occupants’ opinions. She had her fair share of personal crap littered throughout the space, forgotten pumps left abandoned underneath couches and dirty clothes intermixed in her younger sister’s laundry hamper. If that was not enough to make her an “unofficial” resident, some of her favorite snacks were stored away in their cabinets. Neither Emily nor Vali were aware of it but she also had her own personal key. Their landlord was highly susceptible to bribery. <br><br>Billie shook her head from side to side, temper not snapping forth into existence to fall into the grouch’s trap, as she settled down onto the nearest couch, stretching her legs out. An amused chuckle spilled from her mouth when she witnessed her sister’s absolute failure of tossing the fruit into her mouth.<br><br>“Nice try, Shaquille.”<br><br>Reaching over, she settled the identical steaming mugs onto the coffee table, the scent of the brew quickly spreading through the small space. Billie exercised her habit of selective hearing for a few seconds, pretending to be more interested in the random comic book she picked up from the table than answering her sister’s inquiry. She opened the comic to a random page, pretending to be deeply engrossed in its content, before discreetly peeking over the top in order to observe her sister’s reaction. <br><br>“What’s the best part of waking up, Ravi?” Billie questioned as she pulled the robe a little more tightly around her body, putting the girls out of sight. Before her sister could answer, she sang the answer in a high pitched tone which should not be heard anywhere than in the privacy of her shower. “The best part of waking up is Folgers in <em>yoooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuur </em>cup!” <br><br></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://thedishh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/Screen-Shot-2016-02-17-at-7.12.12-PM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dhavali Tucker &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369964#msg12369964)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | 8/4/17| 6:30 a.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Billie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Coffee Blasphemy!<br><hr>Bending over, Vali cut her eyes over to her sister briefly before she looked down and snagged the now ruined piece of fruit from the floor and stood. It was not above her to declare the five second rule in her own kitchen and either blow on a dropped piece of food or else rinse it off in her own kitchen, however, banana was not really one of those salvageable foods. Misshapen and partially smooshed from its collision with the floor, there was no way to tell what had gotten in it so she simply ambled across the floor, dropping the piece into the trash as she came to the edge of the kitchen where the linoleum gave way to hardwood. <br><br>Eyeing Billie it was clear to see what game she was playing at and still she had to resist the urge to run over and pounce the woman to shake the living daylights out of her. With her foot tapping, her patience pushing her only seconds away from shouting "BLUE!" in exasperation, her sister finally seemed to relent. Sort of. <br><br><em>“What’s the best part of waking up, Ravi?”</em><br><br>She opened her mouth to reply but before even a single bit of sound could leave her lips Billie cut back in with a loud screech of sound that was probably supposed to be singing. Unable to completely hide the initial cringe, she did eventually work her face into a bright and excited grin. Her hand went to her chest to press over her heart and she cooed cheerily to her sister. "You really brought me coffee?!"<br><br>Bounding over with a sudden burst of energy out of nowhere, she crossed to Billie and dropped straight into her lap, her arms rising to encircle her neck. A loud, wet kiss was pressed to the woman's cheek before she could have a chance to evade though Vali did release her quickly to glance down as the dark surface filling the cups. Inhaling the aroma brought her only mild satisfaction--she already knew that Billie had likely brought the Folgers she'd sung about and nothing of substantial rating whereas Vali herself generally spared no expense when it came to her addiction. A choice between food and coffee would always go to coffee but thankfully she wasn't quite that bad off. <br><br>Twisting in her sister's lap, the addict reached for one of the cups and raised it to her face. Her eyes had almost gone dreamy in the soft and unfocused way as she brought the coffee to her lips, heedless of the temperature of the cup. In fact, even with the apparent steam she dove in head first, no hesitation with a big gulp--only to freeze the moment the taste truly met her tastebuds. Head cocked, she considered just what she had been duped into putting into her mouth. It crossed her mind briefly to simply spit out the offending imitation but as her head turned to show Billie just how very pleased she <em>wasn't</em>, displaying all the menace of an angry kitten mind you, she reasoned that caffeine was caffeine and went ahead and swallowed though her free hand was already moving in to give one of Billie's still-obvious-through-her-robe nipples a pinch. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>15-07-2016, 01:48:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0qA5RDeTuU/TC8AuWK5sSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EZFU5m85GKA/s1600/2009_Undisputed_3_18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alexei Mikhalev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12408256#msg12408256)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Baltimore / August 13th, 2017 / 9:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147), Closed<br><strong>Content:</strong> Music Festival!<br><hr>Her words could have been interpreted in any number of ways. She might have been referring to how much she liked the show, or anything else. But there was this knowing twinkle in her eye and a paranoid alarm went off in Alexei's mind. He hadn't been made as an Evolved ever since he had arrived in the States, and as such had been mentally practicing for what he would do when and if it happened. Sometimes, he imagined himself going against his nature and fighting for his own freedom. Other times he knew that he would just split and run for the hills. It wasn't like anybody could catch him anyways. And he knew how to disappear. He had been living under the radar for the past few years, so it wouldn't be that difficult.<br><br>But neither option seemed to be called for here. The knowing look that the dancer gave him did not indicate any intention of turning him over to the authorities, and seemed to have disguised it well enough to keep the real meaning of it from his friends, so seemed oblivious to the sudden tense look that Alexei had taken on, quietly speaking among themselves. Distracted. It wasn't like they expected any Evolved people to be in their little group. I mean, what were the odds? Besides, Evolveds were either monsters or Victims, and Alexei, while not exactly normal, didn't fit that profile.<br><br>All that to say, he probably could have put on a shirt that said 'I AM EVOLVED' in bright, rainbow-y letters and they still wouldn't believe it.<br><br>That said, he didn't want to push his luck with Jackie making any more insinuations, so he quickly joined her in walking away from his couple of friends. Maybe she didn't mean it that way. Maybe he was just being paranoid. <br><br>"So... About those secrets that you mention."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>15-07-2016, 22:08:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/76/Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg/600px-Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Elijah<br><strong>Content:</strong> There They Are<br><br>"Clothes, a car, that sounds good," Kumiho offered in reply to Elijah.&nbsp; "I'm afraid I've got basically nothing to wear here, other than a jacket," Kumiho kicked around a pile of magazines and pulled out a small tan denim jacket.&nbsp; "I make my own, so," she explained, gesturing at her body, which was quite noticeably now wearing a different outfit.<br><br>"No way of getting out of the city at this moment, that's what they'll be looking for," Kumiho mused out loud.&nbsp; She could have gotten away, sure, but she didn't trust any rudimentary disguise to get these girls out unseen.&nbsp; "So you'll need a safe place here."&nbsp; Kumi looked up at the ceiling, mulling through the possibilities.&nbsp; Seattle wasn't a frequent haunt of hers, but she knew a fellow ... the northwest, well, the whole west, seemed to be his thing.&nbsp; Kumi was pretty sure any port on the West Coast probably had a bit of his criminal enterprise holed up in it, which meant probably a safehouse.<br><br>"I know a guy," Kumiho offered, pulling out her phone.&nbsp; "I'm betting he has a place in the city that would be safe to hide out in.&nbsp; Unless you've got a better plan, I'll call him, get the details and you can stash away there."&nbsp; Kumiho held the phone at the ready, though at this point how things went down didn't matter all that much.&nbsp; She'd done what she had hoped to do, got the Evolved out of the trap.&nbsp; At this point their decisions, dumb or great, were their own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>16-07-2016, 07:44:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/rubyrose1_zps6yxkovad.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California | 4th August 2017, Friday | Past 2 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Cole | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>: This (http://www.justthedesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/82.-tomboy.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Skips the tea and scones! We need to feed this man!</em><br><hr><br>At his unexpected answer, the British woman blinked her dark eyes for a small moment before a shocked expression washed over her features with the slow realization sinking in. Her eyes widened slightly at first, then she narrowed them a few seconds later before she gave a firm shake of her head, "No, no! We need to fill you more than just scones, love!"<br><br>Immediately, Jackie went back into the kitchen and was already rummaging through her fridge to see on what she could find. Fortunately enough, she usually stocked her fridge with fresh ingredients since she found her new appreciation for cooking. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why she had quite a bit of leftovers since she liked to experiment and try new recipes from watching cooking shows whenever she was free. "Lucky for you, I have a bunch of leftovers.. Just give me a few minutes and I'll bring the food out to you," she mentioned and gestured for him to sit at the decently-sized dining table with an expecting glance. Only once the young man finally situated himself upon a dining chair did she finally returned to the kitchen and began to warm the leftovers using a microwave.<br><br>She didn't take long to return to the living room and the British woman was generous enough to bring plate filled with food along with some cutlery. She easily placed the plate in front of her new guest and gave a reassuring wave of her hand, "Go right ahead and dig in! Don't be shy.. It was just some leftover Chinese fried rice I made last night.. Hope you don't mind that I add some side salad and other stuff too." A large grin crossed over her lips, looking rather proud of herself as she knew she cooked most of the food she ate nowadays. Her diet consisted mostly healthy and organic food, but she didn't mind occasional junk food from time to time.<br><br>Still, she moved back into the kitchen once a loud whistle from the kettle sounded and was preparing the tea like she had mentioned. It was simple really with her just tossing earl grey tea bags into the cups after pouring hot water into them. Once that was done, she took the cups out to place them onto the dining table though she added some tiny bags of sugar and a small jar of milk. After that was done, she took the seat across from her guest and took her own cup of tea to take a few sips of the drink.<br><br>".. So, since you didn't give me a name, I'll be calling you 'Spidey' from now on. Hope you don't mind, love," she jested with a mischievous smile across her lips but she turned quiet as she took further sips of her tea, ".. So do you have any place to stay or something? From the looks of it, it seems like.. you are running away or something. No offense or anything like that, but you look like you need a shower. You can use my shower once you're done with your meal if you like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terris Geolith</strong> on <strong>18-07-2016, 14:58:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.stereoboard.com/images/artistimages/childish-gambino.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Cole Hawkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12434518#msg12434518)</strong> <br><strong>City | Date | Time: San Francisco, California | August 4th, 2017 | Sometime past 2 am</strong> <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes</strong> <br><strong>Content: Maybe this isn't a trap...maybe.</strong> <br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Maybe exhaustion and hunger had finally taken him over; maybe the sense of keeping his guard up had been so ingrained in him for such a long time that it had become a bit hard to truly trust anyone, to get himself to open up to others again. But here was Jackie, doing her best to look after him, even after just briefly meeting him. She had gone above the call of duty and well beyond the limits that most people would. And it was at that moment, while still deep in the corners of his mind, that he found himself dropping his backpack onto the floor with a light THUD against Jackie's apartment floor right next to her couch. He seemed to quietly inhale and exhale slowly, taking it in the brief wafting air of food being heated up. He tried, just for a moment, to lower his guard for just a moment. He allowed himself a moment to simply believe that...this was a break for him.<br><br>That he could just have a moment of rest...and not worry about anything. No Tac-6. No Cassandra. No running. Just a meal and a shower. Maybe even a place to lay low for a bit, a person to trust. Wouldn't that be...nice for a change? Jackie had set out a plate of food at her dining table for him and Cole shifted over, almost too quickly and too desperately, taking a moment to show a bit of tact and courtesy before he sat down and looked over the leftovers she heated up for him. When was the last time he had Chinese? Did it matter? He grabbed a fork and gave a brief glance up at Jackie, seeing that proud grin upon her face. He gave a silent nod of thanks and then started to shovel food into his mouth.<br><br>It was hard not to...every fiber in his body seemed to vibrate as he fed himself for the first time in days and there was a sudden washing of calmness through him. Everything seemed clearing again and all of the worries and stress that he may have carried had drifted into the background; present, but not quite there in the haze. Running on adrenaline was a heck of a thing or was it some other kind of energy that had kept him going for so long. Cole finally paced himself a bit, drinking a bit of tea, dumping a few sugar packs into the earl grey, when it was finally presented to him. It gave him a moment to look at Jackie as she sat across from him, talking once more. He bowed his head when she had mentioned she was going to keep calling him 'Spidey'.<br><br>"Cole...." he mumbled, then said with a little more confidence. "You can call me Cole...but Spidey's fine, I guess..." He sipped down some more tea and finished up what was left on his plate. He gazed quietly down at his plate and then looked back up towards her. "Thank you. For this." She had offered him her shower...and he accepted it without embarrassment. He wanted one. He needed one to feel...back to some state of a status quo. He had raised himself out of the chair after taking another couple of sips of tea (it was...warm, like a hug you haven't had in a long time), his hand gently planted down upon the table as if he needed to confirm that this wasn't an illusion. Jackie's striking eyes gazed at him as he looked back towards her. He sighed. <br><br>"I feel like I'm being a leech right now," he said softly. "But it's nice to know that there are generous people still in the world..." He looked off for a moment, his mind deep-set on that shower. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-07-2016, 13:53:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f3/6f/09/f36f09bc623979bf3d4a4d2dabd81153.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952) <br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | 8/6/17| 10 p.m.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shorts and Tank Top | Sandals &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/78/16/71/781671e6c2ca0efdc18939663afd20f5.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Making Money</em><br><hr><br><em>You're crazy. <br></em><br>It was not the first time one of her clients concluded as much about her though Ryan's realization occurred at record pace. Any other time, Billie might have smirked knowingly or even teased him about how his chose to continue forth with their little escapade meant he might possess a little bit of crazy within himself as well. However, the purring rumble of his motorcycle coming to life along with him kicking off from the ground distracted her from the nuisances of verbal foreplay. Unlike some people, she did not experience some wild sense of freedom and enjoyment as the motorcycle picked up speed. Instead, she kept her eyelids screwed close, refusing to watch the buildings whiz past them as they thundered down the abandoned road.<br><br>Expelling a pent-up sigh of relief, Billie reopened her eyes once the noise of the motorcycle died down and Ryan shifted from where he sat in front of her. She then undid the clamp of the helmet from underneath her chin, removing it from her head, before she dismounted from the bike. A quick comb of her fingers, as she stared at her reflection in a nearby car window, brought some much-needed life back to her flattened ponytail. <br><br>Only then did she take the time to inspect her surroundings, dark brown eyes rising up to read the luminous sign holding the motel's name. The neighborhood was not unfamiliar to her. It kind of surprised her where he decided to handle the business of fucking between them until she recalled a piece of vital information; he intended to remain here for the duration of his stay in San Francisco. <br><br>Following his example, Billie held onto the helmet, pressing it against her side, before she walked to stand nearby the counter for service. A flash of annoyance rose up within her when it became evident the exchange of money for keys would be delayed by their reunion. She partially paid attention to the exchange until the married couple started to say each other's names in increasingly exasperated tones. Their connection was not one she aspired or even desired to attain, as it would make her profession difficult, but she did not make a habit of mocking those who somehow discovered it within their lifetimes. <br><br><em>He's a nice guy. He really is.</em><br><br>“ I can believe it,” Billie commented honestly before she leaned up to close the gap between them, brushing her lips across his. Heels would have made doing so easier as her short height put her at a disadvantage. “Doesn't really mater much for me though.” She then plucked the key from his fingertips, grinning as she did so. “We shall, Private Ryan, unless you rather wait for Carla to come and squeeze your cheeks.” <br><br>If Ryan did want to wait for the woman, she would not be too upset about it. He could spend her time however he would like so long as every penny of her money was accounted for at the conclusion of it. Still, if he chose to tarry, she would not. These people, though important to him by appearances, meant little to her. There was no point in becoming familiar with them. <br><br>As Billie pulled away from him, she pressed yet another lingering kiss against his mouth, teeth applied this time to his lower lip, before she turned around and headed in the direction of the room. The hypnotic sway of her hips undoubtedly a siren's call despite the fact that her backside was not as pronounced as some women. It did not take overly long to locate the room. <br><br>With a turn of the key, Billie opened the door for them and then flicked on the light switch. The room was homely in its decoration; the scent of cleanliness wafted underneath her nose rather than cheap air freshener. Settling the helmet upon the nightstand, she removed her flip flops and then lifted the thin tank top over her head, revealing silver hoops adorning her nipples and an ornate tattoo underneath the rounded curve of her breasts. She did not hid anything from him, lowering her hands instead to her shorts. "Oh wait." Billie stilled her hands. "You can remove these if you want." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>24-07-2016, 03:02:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cinedesuperheroes.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/black-panther-chadwick-boseman-t-challa-marvel-disney-captain-america-civil-war-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elijah Brandt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370187#msg12370187)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Shae, Dara, Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> Reuniting, Helping Out<br><hr><br>As Dara's hair started to darken, Eli's features twisted a little. "Brunette suits you," he said with a simple nod as he continued to look at her, like he was trying to place her face, but was having a bit of trouble. And he definitely was. He usually wasn't one to forget a face; especially a pretty girl. Why couldn't he remember her then? After the other ladies transformation, Dara eyed him back. Then she said his name, but threw his last name in there. He hadn't said that at all, so how did she... "Harmony?!"<br><br>&nbsp;His raspy voice raised and he cracked a smile. "Shit girl, it is you! Shoulda known. I been all over the world and met all kinda folks. Nobody has ever been quite as...<em>feisty</em> as you." Walking over, he scooped her into a hug, then put her down. "Good to see you...wish it was under better circumstances though. Actually, hold that thought." Then he turned to Kumiho. <br><br>"You call him; I'll be back." And then he was simply gone. And he stayed gone for 3, maybe 4 minutes before he was just back. In his hands were two duffel bags full of clothing and shoes. Everything from dresses to t-shirts to jeggings to stilettos. "I uh, I don't know your sizes so I just got a lot of em'. Oh, and I phoned a friend. He'll have a car for us in a lil' bit. Once he drops it off, I can pick it up and bring it back here. After that, we hit your buddies place, let these two girls lay low for a bit. Easy breezy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>26-07-2016, 22:19:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/rubyrose1_zps6yxkovad.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California | 4th August 2017, Friday | Past 2 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Cole | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>: This (http://www.justthedesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/82.-tomboy.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>I'm not a trap! Just because I confuse straight women doesn't mean I am one!</em><br><hr><br>Her smile widened to a huge grin once her guest finally shared his name to her and she gave a firm nod of her head as she continued to observe him with those impressive verdant eyes of hers, "Cole, it is.. I still like the nickname 'Spidey' though, but I'm glad you like the name." But even then, she couldn't help but feel very pleased with herself especially seeing on how the young man was enjoying the food she offered — even if they were just leftovers from a few days of her experimenting with cooking nowadays. It was always an enjoyable feeling to see another enjoying her cooking, and she had found that new sense of joy ever since she discovered her unusual ability.<br><br>Seeing that he finished the whole food down, her grin continue to display on her lips as she almost beamed with happiness from seeing him enjoying the food, "Glad you like the food! Been cooking a bunch for myself, since I like to try new recipes out.. Ohh, let me refill your cup, love." She offered to do so as Jackie picked the teapot up, but only to pause in her actions as she noticed Cole standing from his chair all the sudden.<br><br>It seemed like he was trying to anchor himself down to reality with him placing his hands on her dining table. And really, the British woman couldn't really blame him as she couldn't imagine on what he had went through. He must had went through so much of unfortunate situations to find himself homeless and without having any money to feed himself until now. A sense of sympathy and dread came to her and dimming her smile ever so slightly as she knew that there were many Evolved who, perhaps, was in such similar situation as Cole or could be faring even worse than any of them.<br><br>Such a cruel world they lived in now, she thought to herself.<br><br>"A leech? Oh no, sweetheart. Don't ever call yourself that. You have to remember that you really did rescued me tonight, so give yourself some credit now," she responded, looking a tad amused on how he seemed to feel guilty about the situation despite she was the one who offered him to bring him home as her honorary guest. Still, Jackie stood up from her own chair and left from the dining table to head down the small hallway to show Cole on where the bathroom was located. Once she opened the door, she turned to her guest.<br><br>"The bathroom is here! Let me grab an extra towel which you can use.. Hope you got some extra clean clothes with you, maybe? I would offer but I'm not too sure whether I have anything that would fit you. Maybe," she chuckled, figuring that it would be odd for her to offer him something to wear despite her clothes weren't mainly feminine to begin with. She did like feminine clothes, of course, but she had always like her edgy, tomboyish to masculine clothes most of the time. "The switch for the water heater is just at the wall right there.. It's very quick, so just adjust the temperature to your liking. Oh, and there's an extra shampoo and soap which you can use if you like, right over there. It's what I allow my guests to use if they didn't bring anything with them."<br><br>After she pointed out the toiletries laid in a basket on the sink, Jackie temporarily left to her bedroom to get a clean towel like she promised. She quickly return to hand the towel over. "Just take your time with your shower. Don't worry, I won't peek. Have to stay courteous and stuff, am I right?" Jackie mentioned in a joking manner but soon parted from Cole to give him the privacy needed. The British woman then proceeded to clean the dining table and washed the dishes in the meantime before allowing herself to just sink in the comfortable couch in the living room to relax. She switched the television on and allowed a random channel to be displayed though she only glanced up at it a couple of times, mostly with her attention focused onto her smart phone as she was texting her friends and checking whatever was needed to keep herself updated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>27-07-2016, 20:48:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/rubyrose2_zpspfwxe4gv.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Baltimore, Maryland | 9th August 2017, Wednesday | 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Alexei | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>: This (http://66.media.tumblr.com/ad14ad559b0ed77706474ddc5f0fad3c/tumblr_nq6199wRN81qzk5h3o2_500.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Music Festival, hell yeah!</em><br><hr><br>As much as she thought she was being subtle, it seemed like Alexei had managed to catch her little hints and was agreeable to follow her while parting from his buddies for the meantime. In truth, there was a little anxiety of her being wrong on so many levels about Alexei, especially when she was about to reveal of her true nature to a stranger she just only met. If she had guessed him wrong, she might be putting herself in possible danger as he could just alert the police force about her and it would just be a bloody mess from there.<br><br>But as soon as the Russian performer agreed with her and they soon stepped aside with Jackie guiding them away to a more secluded spot away from prying eyes, she could see the curiosity flickering within the man's eyes and even noticed on how he seemed to be very cautious around her. At his question, the British woman took a moment to figure out on how to address to him or, at the very least introduce herself on being a potential comrade because of their possible shared nature.<br><br>"Right, secrets.. I think we both really share our own secrets which we don't want anybody to know, am I right?" She responded and a mysterious smile curved on her lips as she knew she was somewhat being elusive with her answer. "But let me just say.. I'm really like you. Like, you know.. Being special, I mean. Sadly, my abilities aren't very flashy - well, flashy as in being out of this world so I couldn't really demonstrate to you."<br><br>With her viridian eyes still upon his face to observe his reaction, she only continued once she received a more favorable response from him and when he confirmed her suspicion about him. "Just.. want to introduce myself and be like, heey, we're on the same team and that kind of shit, you know what I mean? It's really nice to meet other people like myself, especially when I can see very extraordinary powers. Sorry if I scared you shitless back there.. Really wasn't my intention but I just thought, like, you know, you seem like a cool person."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terris Geolith</strong> on <strong>30-07-2016, 13:56:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.stereoboard.com/images/artistimages/childish-gambino.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Cole Hawkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12434518#msg12434518)</strong> <br><strong>City | Date | Time: San Francisco, California | August 4th, 2017 | Sometime past 2 am</strong> <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes</strong> <br><strong>Content: Trust was building...</strong> <br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Cole could feel the effects of his meal kicking in, refueling the tired body that he had been carrying for a few days, but really has been carrying it for almost a year or so now. It was never easy; there was so much that got taken away from him and he had to fight and claw to some sense of normality. Or what he could now consider normality. Seeing Jackie...seeing her apartment and her living space and her food and warm, kind spirit was that sense of normality that had been escaping him for what seemed like forever. She was giving it to him; she was showing that there was a way to live a life, not worried and not looking over your shoulder every second. If it was only just a brief time, he was going to take it. He wanted to take it. At the very least for a shower because...boy, did he really want that shower. There had been many of times where everything could have went wrong; the food could have been poisoned by her. Of course, he would know and it wouldn't have done much to him but that was always the possibility. <br><br>Tac-6 could have been kicking down the door as they had gotten cozy and comfortable. But nothing had happened. In fact, through the entire day of wandering around, familiarizing himself with the landscapes and the new playground of (hopefully) opportunity, Tac-6 hadn't really shown themselves or had come down upon him. He had finally pulled himself, again, out of the space in his mind where he could seek out a small pocket of focus, hearing the gentle voice of Jackie speaking to him, talking about how she was glad that the food was to his liking (It was...) and that he wasn't a leech for being here (Thank god...). She had seemed to watch him for a long time; Cole guessed it was just simply to get some sort of narrative about him. She seemed to have came up short and instead decided to show him where the shower was. He moved back to the living room and collected his bag and headed off down the hall to where she was waiting, showing him how to operate it and asking if he had an extra pair of clothing.<br><br>He didn't. But he didn't tell her that. He just simply said. "Yeah, I think I can manage," to her and pushed that one small bit of a problem to the side. He waited for her to grab him an extra towel before he gave a small nod of his head and a small nervous smirk at her comment about not peeking in while he cleaned up. She was definitely a flirtatious one, he could see that. He never knew how to respond well to those types of comments. But he always tried.<br><br>"Well, as long as you don't go all Norman Bates on me, we should be five by five," he responded, his smirk stretching a bit on his tired, scruffy face. "I think if you have a laundry machine somewhere, I might want to use that after..." He added, thinking that he should get his clothes washed. All two pairs of outfits that he carried. He then finally shut the door to the bathroom, after a slightly awkward pause and his inability to finish a conversation sometimes and leaned quietly against the door with a hushed sign of relief.<br><br>A month...He had gone a month without a decent shower. That motel room back in Louisiana felt like a drifting memory, something that was passed along and erased. Part of that was true...but that shower had been a godsend. Maybe this was another. He stripped out of his clothes immediately, feeling the slight drenched nature and stiffness of his lived in clothes. He knew he needed new ones; there's only so much a good wash can do...but with what money? He got lucky with that motel room, but now he was pushing lint and discarded wrappers of bubblegum as his currency. As he finally gotten himself naked, he stared at himself in the small mirror over the sink and glanced at his body.<br><br>The long gash that he had sustained almost a week ago was now gone. Not even a scar or a marking. He traced his finger over his abs, where he could feel the wound and sighed. "Cassie..." he murmured a bit before he turned away from the mirror and started up the shower, adjusting the heat tank to the right level. Scorching hot. He would be fine. He needed to scrub the grime and dirt of a month off of him anyway. He slowly moved into the shower and felt Heaven rain down upon him. His fists gently collided with the shower wall as he leaned his knuckles up against it and just stood with the cascade of beaded drops of hot water, pouring through his hair, down his face and along his body, bringing a soothing massage and relief to his sore muscles.<br><br>"Thank you..." He whispered, his head bowed and his eyes gazing at the drainage, watching bits of dirt and caked blood wash off of him and into a swirl that was Cole's life now. In the tightest of nutshells possible. He gave a small laugh to himself...<br><br>"So what now, Dolomedes...?" He said to himself. "How are you going to save the world and make a difference?"<br><br>A shower first. A plan second.</span></span> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>30-07-2016, 22:05:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/rubyrose1_zps6yxkovad.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California | 4th August 2017, Friday | Past 2 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Cole | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>: This (http://www.justthedesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/82.-tomboy.jpg) to That (http://g01.s.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1lLZGFFXXXXa2apXXq6xXFXXXL/121015037/HTB1lLZGFFXXXXa2apXXq6xXFXXXL.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Kindness builds trust. Trust builds friendship.</em><br><hr><br>Minutes passed by and Jackie had found herself idly watching the television though her mind was elsewhere for the time being. Her thoughts were mostly about what happened today alongside with her watching the news involving the Evolved like herself. The news were always exaggerating but even Jackie couldn't really help but feel very annoyed especially when the news always painted people like her in such bad light. Normal human beings had always feared anything utterly different and strange from them, Jackie knew but still, weren't the Evolved still humans nonetheless?<br><br>As more time went by, the British woman noticed the time and her thoughts went to her new guest. She needed to prepare an extra bed for him, because really, she wasn't exactly going to let him sleep on the streets, that was for sure. She switched the television off and pulled herself away from the couch to only move around the coffee table. She begin to tug the light table away from the couch to place it at one empty corner of the room before she begin to adjust the couch. One tug at a lever was enough to unfold the couch to transform it into a make-shift sofa bed. Still, she went into her bedroom to search through her shelves to draw out an extra blanket and a pillow for her new guest to use.<br><br>Once she prepared the bed for Cole, she decided that it was time for her to take her own quick shower though she wondered on how her hero was doing within the guest bathroom. Thinking he might need something to wear, just in case he might not have another clean set with him, Jackie managed to scour within her closet to pull out a large bathroom which might fit the young man. She knocked on the bathroom door with a gentle rapping of her knuckles.<br><br>"Hey, Spidey! Just wanna check on you. I have this bathroom robe which you can use, in case you need to wash your clothes or something. There's a laundromat at the ground floor of this apartment, so.. if you could give me your clothes, I can go ahead and wash them for you after I'm done with my own shower." She then glanced to the sofa bed in the living room. "Ohh, also, I pulled out the sofa bed for you if you want to stay for the night. Just take it as an extra bonus for saving my cute arse today, okay?"<br><br>She hung the bathroom robe on the door knob in case if Cole needed it, but eventually, the dark-haired woman moved over to her own private room to take her own shower. As much as she needed her sleep since it was already so late in the night, Jackie wanted to make sure Cole was comfortable before she could even think of sleep. Her own shower didn't take too long as she just needed to wash and clean her body, but after some time, Jackie was already back out in the living room though now dressed in more comfortable clothes of just a loose singlet with a very cute print at the front and a pair of matching shorts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>04-08-2016, 16:02:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0qA5RDeTuU/TC8AuWK5sSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EZFU5m85GKA/s1600/2009_Undisputed_3_18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alexei Mikhalev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12408256#msg12408256)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Baltimore / August 13th, 2017 / 9:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12386147#msg12386147), Closed<br><strong>Content:</strong> Music Festival!<br><hr>There was a trick that he had learned on his first few weeks as a performer, when he was still learning the ropes. People didn't like being pickpocketed, but they did enjoy seeing small tricks involving their wallets that didn't involve any money stolen. Besides, it earned a bit of goodwill when you showed that you could, as a matter of fact, effortlessly lift a wallet without using your 'powers' for evil. The fact that he could do it while stimulating a small, harmless yet quite distracting static shock through the person did help, he supposed. And if anyone was watching closely... well, that was where slight of hand came into play. The hand could in fact be quicker than the eyes, and he'd practiced the move a hundred times in front of a mirror before even thinking about a live audience. People saw what they wanted to see, despite any skeptic's claimed abilities to see right through an act, and people would 'know' that they didn't just see a man's hand disappear and go through somebody. To sum up, a light translucency trick to his right hand right before contact was made, slipping through whatever surface that needed to be slipped through, assimilating the object that he wanted to lift to his hand, and a quick jerk to let off the static electricity into the person. The jerk would distract not only the mark, but the people around him or her, allowing for an easy escape.<br><br>And when Jackie spoke of demonstrations, that was the trick that came to mind. There were so few opportunities for an evolved person to show off their abilities in this day and age, and fewer still that allowed them to do so as Evolved, so it was difficult to resist. <br><br>Pretty damn impossible, actually.<br><br>Alexei forced a smile to his lips as they dragged to a halt, far away enough from just about everybody so as to allow them some privacy," Do not worry about it. My... colleagues do not now about my abilities. They just think I'm a really good escapologist. We're a tight knit group, you see," He scowled, tucking his calloused hands into his pockets," I don't know how they would feel about me lying to them from the beginning. Besides, I've seen first hand what happens when our abilities get shown in the wrong kind of light."<br><br>"Still," He said, a smile coming back to his lips which had taken a sour turn down as bad memories jumped back into his mind's eye. This smile was genuine, with a mischievous twinkle touching his eyes.<br><br>"We are in same boat, as you say," His hand flickered forward, already translucent, slipping through her neck to take hold of the chain that she was wearing around her neck. It took him less than a quarter of a second to assimilate the object before pulling it back towards him, the electric jolt, barely more stunning than your average static buildup, jumped from him to her as his hand came free, holding the chain as a smirk touched his face, dangling it before her eyes," There's no reason not to show off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] North America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terris Geolith</strong> on <strong>06-08-2016, 14:33:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.stereoboard.com/images/artistimages/childish-gambino.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Cole Hawkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12434518#msg12434518)</strong> <br><strong>City | Date | Time: San Francisco, California | August 4th, 2017 | Sometime past 2 am</strong> <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes</strong> <br><strong>Content: A Shower to Reflect and Ponder...</strong> <br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Eternity could have passed on and Cole wouldn't have noticed it. He had felt victim to the wonderful comfort of being able to have a hot shower once again; being able to have all of the stress dealt with to simply wash off of him and down the drainage with the rest of the dirt and blood and pain that caked up on his flesh. Steam had begun to build up thickly around him and he gave a quiet inhalation of the misty heat before he decided to grab his washcloth and some soap and start scrubbing off any leftover filth upon him. He was shocked to find out that it wasn't as bad as he had felt, with wearing the same clothes for about a month or so without much of a wash. The dry heat of Arizona didn't help, that was for sure. And maybe it was finally getting that feeling of Arizona off of him that made him uneasy. It was finally coming back to him clearly now. All of the events that led him to getting as far and away as possible. Of course, he lost his laptop, which was the one true thing that was useful on his journey. Research, as much information as he could dig up on Tac-6. <br><br>Most of it was on the flash drive now. Some of that was stirring around in his head, a small mentioning of some sort of payload being transported. It hadn't been really thought about since he wanted to put as much distance as possible. But why San Francisco? What was he doing here? Did he just want to come because he had never been on the West Coast before? Was he going to hitch a ride on a plane and get himself to Hawaii? Swim there? He didn't know; he didn't have much of a plan anymore. Everything seemed to have gotten messed up once his laptop got destroyed. His last connection to his old life before he started running.<br><br>Eternity slipped away from him for a moment as he heard Jackie's voice calling out to him; she had left him a robe, let him know about his sleeping arrangement and told him what to do with his dirty clothes situation. He replied in a gentle affirmative towards her.<br><br>"Thanks...I am almost finished here," he said, although he certainly didn't feel like getting out. He stole a bit of shampoo for himself and started to rake through his hair a bit. He wasn't too worried about the haircut situation; it would sort itself out eventually. It always did. He then did another wash over before deciding that he didn't want to drown too much in his sorrows. He clicked the water off, grabbed his towel and dried himself off, feeling like a million bucks again. He did a quick no-handed cartwheel in the tightly confined space, stretching out his limbs and loosening himself up a bit. He wrapped his towel around his waist and leaped up, snatching the ceiling with only his fingertips and dangling a foot off the ground. He did a few easy pull ups, his body moving as lightly as a feather with no struggle before he dropped to the ground again and sighed.<br><br>He slipped into the robe and tried it out, then decided to just throw on his other set of clothes; he did still have a set of shorts buried in his bag, and he had his bloodied and ripped shirt. He walked out of the bathroom with a trail of steam escaping out, the robe over his left shoulder, his bag over his right and his clothing that he was going to get washed in hand. He directed himself towards the source of another shower running and placed his clothes on the floor next to where he figured Jackie's room was. The urge to peek in had almost consumed that little bit of clarity he was having as he turned away from the door and headed back to the living room, dropping his bag next to the sofa and quietly crashing down onto the pull-out bed. It was a few minutes before he saw Jackie appear back in the living room. His head seemed to tilt slowly at the outfit; from punk rock to J-Pop. That was a transition he hadn't expected. <br><br>"Colorful..." Cole mused for a moment before sitting there in a brief silence, not sure what else to say. He almost wanted to make conversation for a bit but he could tell that she was probably getting a bit tired. He didn't know if he was going to get too much rest. He looked around for a moment, almost feeling slightly uncomfortable. He guessed it had been a while since he was around a woman, especially one in a t-shirt and short shorts. But he pushed that aside. "Thanks for the bed. I...appreciate it."</span></span>
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