((The OOC Thread))

It had been a week since the letters were sent out. The telephone had yet to ring, responses had yet to arrive; It seemed that these Newtypes were in denial of who they were, or, were afraid to step forward. Taryn Alvey sighed and slumped lower in her chair. "Perhaps this was just a big mistake, a failed experiment." She pulled her legs close to her chest and tried to relax. Even though she was in a massive, comfy armchair, her muscles were still tense with stress. In a fit of restlessness, she stood up and strode to the library down the hall.

The library was the size of a small apartment. Every wall, table, chair and desk was covered with books. The first book her eyes fell upon was that of a collection of Fairytales by the Brothers Grimm. A smooth, bronze hand reached out and stroked the cover in adoration. This was her favorite book, hands down. Whenever life would get too difficult or the days just became too long, this book made it all melt away. She remembered when the very first collection came out in 1812. She was 157 years old then. Ah sweet youth...

Taryn was just about to start reading when her stomach growled. She hadn't eaten yet today. A glance to the clock told her it was 3 PM. "Well, I better get some lunch or I might just keel over and die." She laughed quietly, almost wishing for that sweet release before heading down to the Kitchen.  

"I have to say, I make a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich." She licked the excess peanut butter off of her fingers and then took a sip of her cold milk. A dull, muffled knocking sound traveled into the Kitchen. Her home was made of marble and tile; Sound carried exceptionally well.

A jolt of excitement surged through her. Could it be one of them?! She walked hurriedly over to the computer near the refrigerator. Typically this was used to look up recipes and for playing music, but, as all the computers in her house did, it contained the program for her outer perimeter cameras. She typed in her password and clicked the camera image of her front doorstep. The image enlarged several times, depicting a brown package with a curious design on it: A pair of angel wings with a hawk encircling them. She sighed. It was just her latest order of knives. They were left there for now, she being too lazy to get them.

Carter had trouble finding the location, he wanted to know what he was, and more importantly what he was going to do with his newly-acquired powers, he needed answers, and when the letter arrived he was overjoyed, a week of preparation and he was ready, donning a black t-shirt with specially designed holes for his wings and a pair of baggy jeans, he also put on a black trench coat and walked out to the address, it had seemed further than shown and he dared not risk flying, for one he could not do it for very long, and two it would attract unwanted attention to him.

Eventually Carter arrived at the door of Taryn's house, seeing a package lying on the floor he picked it up and rapped the door three times, he then waited patiently.

He stared at the address on the letter, then up at the house, then back at the paper. Was this the house, that the person who wrote this letter lived in? Slowly he walked up to the door, steps echoing off the building, looking around he sighed; brushing the sleeves of the loose white sweater he wore. Noting Carter who was standing at the door Alex stopped, standing still for a moment, did he get a letter too? How many people had gotten the letters from this mysterious woman?

That raised another question, who was she? He had heard the name somewhere, some place where he always heard the voices. The Source, that was it, he remembered it now; she was the owner of that club. Shrugging he stepped up to the door and stood next to Carter, keeping his eyes on the ground. Why did he dress this way? It was too warm out for a sweater, shaking his head slowly with a sigh he looked up at Carter. "You too, huh?"

"Yes" Carter said and raised his head a little, he heard noises coming from inside the house "sounds like somebody is in" he said and rapped on the door another three times, his fist making small indentations in the wood "damn I gotta calm down" he muttered to himself, he then shifted feet to relieve the pressure of his body on them and relaxed "perhaps this woman, I believe her name is Taryn" he said "or so the letter said" he finished and he studied Alex "So, how did you get caught up in all this then?" Carter asked.

Laziness and sloth were subdued for the time being. Yet another set of knocks at her door forced her to go open it. The screen showed her a man now holding her box of knives, a second soon joining it. Taryn rolled her eyes, familiar with these types. They'd try and con her into thinking they had specially delivered the package and deserved a tip. She ran to the threshold with lightning speed, swinging the door wide open.

"This package was here long before you were. You aren't getting paid for the delivery, so piss off." She was clad in tight bootcut jeans and a long white cami. Her bare feet tapped on the tile floor impatiently.

"So if I could just have my things, that'd be nice." Her words stung like venom as she spit them out. This sort of thing happened a lot, so one would have to forgive her attitude.

Stepping back a bit Alexander looked startled, eyes widened in fear as he raised his arms in a defensive-like position and cowered a bit. "I-I'm here about y-your l-letter." His voice was shaky, she thought they were here to con her, dammit he should of wore those blasted headphones today. "I-I'm not here t-to act as if..." He looked to the box, then back at the woman, he was truly afraid. Quickly he rummaged through his coat pockets to find her letter, pulling it out he held it out to her, "S-See for y-yourself." This, was why he never wanted to accept the letter in the first place, he didn't want to be yelled at...

"Do you mind?" Carter asked sharply "You invited us here" he said, now a little annoyed at the woman's response, albeit understandable "We came here because of This" he said and putting down the package and presenting Taryn her letter "I picked this up because it was outside, just wanting it not to be left there" he said, noting the fact that the package did look a little bit like it was worse for wear. "May we come in?" he asked her.

Carter looked at Alex, and without waiting for a response "perhaps we can finish this conversation inside...After you" he said and waved Alex in.

Rain walked quietly down the cobblestone pathway, making his way to somewhere, he didn't even know where it was. All he had was some stupid, dumbfounded letter to lead the way. He kept walking, humming to himself, being a little happy, the sun shined brightly above, and a small breeze surfaced. Finally he stopped. "This must be the place.." Staring at the paper, he looked up, people were already in front of the door, and he was the shy type, so he hid behind a wall, waiting for the two to leave.

After witnessing their reactions she realized her terrible mistake. They were here because of her letter!

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I just thought... I didn't think... Please, come in!" She ushered them inside, grabbing her box after everyone was comfortable. The door closed and she turned the lock, noting the loud clunk of the tumblers. She was equally excited for her new weapons as she was for the Newtypes, but the package was tossed on the nearby couch. She'd save that one for a rainy day.

"Have a seat. As you can see there are numerous chairs and sofas. Can I get you guys anything? No, you wouldn't want anything but answers to the questions I'm sure you have. Well then, I'm Taryn. Miss Alvey if you care for the formalities. You are here because of my letter. Are there any questions you want answered right away? You can stay here as long as you like, but I know some answers are more important than others."

Alexander blinked, staring at the woman for a moment. "I want to know why... I was sent a letter." His voice was quiet, calmed down from his earlier surprise. He walked over to a large armchair and sat down, not bothering to remove his coat before hand. An unemployed teenager staying in a mansion, ha! That got a laugh through his head, shrugging it off he studied the woman some more. She seemed friendlier than her outfit showed, and what was in that package? Was it something dangerous? Did he dare try to pry into her mind to find out what was in it? He shook it off and sat there studying the room he was in.

Carter remained standing, but removed his trench coat and hung it up "Miss Alvey, I have also a few questions, one is am I some mutant freak or is this some big FUCKING experiment?" he swore, he was a little annoyed, not only at the fact that his new form caused him to be an outcast among society, but it also provoked the attacks on his household. "and perhaps more importantly, what do you have in connection to all of this?" he asked, a little calmer, but his muscles were showing and his wings had already formed "God damn it" he said

Rain got a little brave, and walked towards the door, being scared the clouds began to form overhead. He lightly knocked on the door, stepping back, staring down. Right now he seemed really short, though he was only twelve years old, so you couldn't blame him.

"Alright, Alex. You both got letters because I've been watching the news, listening to gossip and I sent out scouts to find other people with abilities. The media has labeled us Newtypes, but that term couldn't be farther from the truth. There have been people like us for centuries. While we were scarce in the beginning, there are more of us than ever, so many that we've begun a sort of revolution. I felt that I needed to reach out and explain how I've seen this change throughout the years.

"Now, Carter, there is no need for vulgarity. You are not a mutant nor are you a freak and you are most certainly not an experiment. As my letter stated, you are a marvel of evolution. It was only a matter of time before humans began to change. This isn't even a full change. Have you ever heard that humans only use 10% of their brainpower? What this is, is an activation of more brainpower. It has enabled you to accomplish amazing feats. Considering your wings, I imagine you can fly...

"As for me, I'm just the leader of this search. My involvement is not governmental or gang related. I'm just wanting to learn more about this... In all my years I've never had a chance to really learn about us... About myself..." Her voice trailed off on a contemplative note.

"I must confess a curiosity as to what you two are able to do."

"Nothing that a know of." He was remaining silent about his ability to read minds, preferring not to throw the trust he might of held with these people out of the window at the first meeting. Relaxing in the chair he sighed, staring up at the ceiling as he ran a hand through his brown hair, smoothing it out. Looking down the hall at the kitchen he tilted his head to the side, "May I get something to drink?"

No one answered, that was a big weight off his chest. Smiling he sat down, quietly against the door, yawning, lightly he began to fall asleep.

"I apologize for my rudeness, I wanted answers, I see that they will be answered fully, Thank you" Carter said and turned on the spot for Taryn, " I believe so" he said in response to her assumption of him flying "but not for very long" he confessed "I have also been endowed with hyper-human abilities" he said in addition.

Kyle wasting no time interrogating Taryn picked up her drifting "Tell me about yourself more" he said "oh and there is someone at the door" he said, indicating at the door he just walked through, "He will be sleeping against it" Kyle said, astounded to find out he knew that even though he had not seen it.

"Oh, a drink, yes. What do you want? I'll get it for you. I've got just about everything in the fridge..." For the second time, her voice faded off. This time it was because she was looking out the window. Some clouds had suddenly rolled in. Soon thereafter a faint knocking sound reverberated throughout the room.

"Excuse me..." She approached the door, opening it curiously. In tumbled a 12 year old boy who had apparently fallen asleep.

"Oh... Hello..." She canted her head to the right, wondering how long he'd been sitting there, inwardly apologizing for not answering sooner.

Sadly he was already asleep, yawning slightly, he curled himself up. His body was felt limber, and loose, and everything was black in his mind. Though he had faint dreams, though stupid things, nothing more or less. Finally he startled open. "I feel tired..." He said faintly to the strange girl who opened the door.

"Just a glass of water will do..." He was quiet, not wanting to be a burden and overstay his welcome he rose to his feet. "I will leave if I take up to much space, I don't mean to burden." He looked to her computer for a moment, he wondered if the code for that secret room in The Source was stored on it. Looking back to her he smiled, tilting his head to the side. "So, you're... like us? You're... One of us? A... 'newtype'?"

Things were getting odd and a little hectic. She lifted the small boy with surprising ease. At least, surprising to those who didn't know her. He was placed gently on an adjacent couch.

"You know what... I'm going to get that water. I'll continue answering questions when I come back..." Taryn then hustled on over to the kitchen. After Alex's water was gathered, she quickly reached for a frozen drink she had in her freezer, taking a quick sip before returning.

"Alright, here's your water, " she said, passing the glass off to Alex, making the briefest contact with his fingers. "Yes, I am a Newtype, though the name means nothing. I've been called a witch, heretic, devil, demon, angel, goddess and wretched beast, among other things..."

"Do you have anymore questions? Carter, I might be able to assist you personally in the realm of hyper-human abilities."