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Alva Makota

"The trick is to make them believe they want it more than you do."

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a character in “Delirium”, as played by Mituna

Description




โ Alva Makota โž
It's hard to understand how we could be brought here by love.







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Nicknames
Usually called Al by her siblings.

Role
Makota Sibling 2

Age
18

Gender
Female

Physical Description
Mallen is a thin girl reaching 5'5". She had blonde wavy hair that reaches her midback and her bangs fall over her forehead. She had wide dark blue eyes with long eyelashes. Her skin complexion is clear and rather pale and her face has a roundness to it. She likes dressing up and experimenting with the types of cloths she wears. so it's not easy to pinpoint her usual clothing. She could be wearing a dress one day, a skirt, or pants with any types of tops. At house, though, she wears sweat pants and simple tank tops or t-shirts. She likes wearing her brother's jackets or coats because of how big and comfortable they are.




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Personality
Alva is generally a calm and serious girl in the eyes of strangers; mainly because she prefers to go unnoticed for obvious reasons. Socializing with strangers is hard and frustrating for her so she usually avoids it. In the case that someone else starts the conversations, she will respond and end the conversation as quickly and politely as she can. Alva is a good liar and actor that can be really quick on her feet. She has a rather hard exterior for people who don't know her and can keep up her act for a long time. She is a protective and passionate person when it comes to the people and things she loves, believing in love and how you should work to protect it. Because of her beliefs, she resents people who aren't Invalids because of their belief that love is a disease. Alva has a short temper and is an impatient person. She values hard work and does not like to sell herself short, and expects the same of others.

Alva has an obvious soft spot for her family. It can be shown by the way she acts, looks, and talks around them. She tries to keep a serious act around her family but she usually ends up acting childish and immature with them at times. It isn't hard for her to say no to her family and that usually (and certain stubborn and sly members of the know) that it isn't hard to make Alva give in to things. It's rare but she can be a very affectionate person when she wants to. She tries hard to hide that fact from people because she sees it as a weakness.


Thoughts About the Cure
To Alva, the cure killed her parents and is an illusion. She doesn't understand how people so easily believe in it and despises it with all her might.

Skill(s)/Abilities
Alva is a really fast runner, a great liar/actor and obviously good at hiding things.

Likes Dislikes
โœ” Expensive things The cureโœ˜
โœ” Shopping Sweet foodโœ˜
โœ” Poetry (hers is horrible, however) Worryingโœ˜
โœ” Food, especially when people cook for her Cookingโœ˜
โœ” Sleeping Personal space invadedโœ˜
โœ” Reading Cleaning up after other peopleโœ˜




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History
Her parent's death affected Alva greatly. It was then she realized how fragile everything was and how easily bad things could happen. Because of that, she holds more dearly the things and people she loves and is very protective of them. This is also makes her keep more people away, seeing as she likes to keep the people she cares about to a minimum.

The Deliria
Klein Everett | Alva has noticed a man staring at her sometimes when she's in Portland. It gives her a bad feeling and she fears he might be suspicious about her true identity. Because of that, she makes sure to keep her distance from him.

Relationships
Paul | Alva looks up to Paul and is extremely grateful at him for taking care of her and her siblings. She tends to worry a lot about him though and tries to act serious and mature around him so he'll have one less sibling to worry about. She tries to help him by taking some of the responsibility of being the head of family by helping around the house, getting groceries or supplies, and among other things. She would love to be able to see Paul relax and stop keeping everything to himself. Alva is very protective of her brother and never questions his commands or reasonings.
Annette Makota | Being impulsive and at times naive, Alva tends to worry the most for Annette. Because of this, Alva is a little more strict on Annette than the rest of her siblings and tends to scold her more for doing something dangerous. It usually doesn't last long, though, and it takes little to make Alva forgive Annette because of her adorable nature.
Johann | Alva adores him to say the least. This is due to the fact of how crushed he was with the death of their mother and she has a soft spot for him (that and the gifts he brings her warms her heart). She may pretend his immaturity annoys her but actually it warms her heart that he's up and smiling again. She generally tends to spoil him and finds herself most immature in his presence.
Makota Sibling 5 |
Morgan | Alva finds Morgan the most level-headed of the younger siblings so she tends to be less controlling of him. She finds it easier to relax around him and actually just talk to him about various stuff. She knows he would never do anything that would harm the family but the fact that he would put himself in danger worries her a lot.

Other
[size=90]She secretly wants to fall in love to see what it is like. She also works at a small bookstore downtown sometimes.





So begins...

Alva Makota's Story

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โ Morgan Alistair Makota โž
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โHe liked being close to the outside. It made him feel stronger, and let him forget his fears.โž




Morgan had watched as Paul and Al had left the house, heading out into the Wilds towards Portland. Apart of him was bumed that he wasn't able to go along, but then, someone had to stay behind and watch the others. Not that he meant that Bubble Gum couldn't handle herself. But he would feel better knowing he was there in case anything happened. Yo-yo often told him he was too protective of his siblings. That always made Morgan laugh. He couldn't help it, it was just funny to hear him say that, with all his childish attitude and looks, he still couldn't believe that Yo-yo was a year older than him.

Another thing all his siblings told him was that he was crazy for making his room the one where the top of the tree had fallen in. Morgan couldn't really explain it, but it made him feel...better. He liked being close to the outside. It made him feel stronger, and let him forget his fears. His fears of failing his family, of not being able to protect them. Kitten would tell him he was crazy for thinking that way, that no one could beat him. Kitten always found a way to make him smile.

He was thankful for Tallen, who was curled up next to him, on his bare feet. The September mornings were growing cold, and fast. He had a feeling this was going to be a bad winter out here in the Wilds. He might have to move his room inside for the season, or at least his books, so they didn't get ruined. He smiled slightly. That would be a chore. His collection spanned almost four hundred now, with both banned and legal books according to LAB.

He poked at his eye patch, the scar tissue and blind eye behind it itching like crazy. It was amazing sometimes how much it itched. He normally took it off when he was alone, but had gotten engrossed in a novel by H.G. Wells that he had been in his own little world for most of the night. He stretched, and stood up, Tallen glancing at him and wagging her tail, and then racing down the tree to the ground three stories below, running off to find breakfast. His stomach growling, Morgan figured it would be best to follow suit, and wandered down stairs, after slipping his boots on. The soles of the boots clunked heavily on the hard wood floors, echoing through the dark house. He wondered if any of his other siblings were up.

"Maybe they'd like breakfast..." He muttered.

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โ Johann Makota โž
Situation Normal: Up To No Good




Johann woke up to a rather fine Saturday morning. The air was crisp with the lingering breath of dawn, the birds were singing sweetly, and the scuttling noises of squirrels rustled in the trees. Eyes half-lidded, Johann turned his head slowly toward the light. He peered out the window, and, within the space of four milliseconds, knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Specifically: roll over and get the hell back to sleep.

Unfortunately for him, the sun had decided to be particularly evil today and was shining its malicious rays of deathโ€”strategically aimed so that they fell straight through Johann's window and into his face. (Why oh why did he pick the east side for his bedroom, again?) Squirming in his blankets, the boy groaned and rolled over. Alas, his sleep-dazed mind miscalculated the appropriate distance, and he ended up with a face-full of hardwood floor.

"Ouch!"

Well, at least now he was awake.

Jo sighed as he picked himself off the floor. He had really wanted to sleep in today. It was Paul and Alva's turn for Portland-duty, and he had been looking forward to a magnificent day of doing whatever he wanted. And he liked sleep. Sleep gave him energy for more interesting things, like frolicking through dangerous trap-filled forests, or coming up with elaborate pranks on his grumpy older siblings.

Ah, whatever, he thought. More time for fun, I suppose. He scratched his head and smiled sleepily. At the same moment, something fell out of one of the pockets he'd clumsily sewn onto the inside of his sleeves.

Johann blinked at the object, which turned out to be a wrinkled, folded piece of paper. Huh. I wonder what this is? Bemused, he picked it up off the floor and unfolded it, smoothing out its wrinkled veins before glancing it over.

STOP-N-SAVE

AUTUMN EVENING SALE

First Saturday of September


Johann's eyes lit up. That was rightโ€”he'd been planning this for a while. Ever since he'd nabbed this flyer on one of his Portland exploits, he'd been itching to go.

Sales were popular. Autumn sales moreso, especially with the "stock up for winter" mentality everyone had going. Maybe it was a subconscious thing, a sense honed from the days of old. Winter approaching, dark days coming. Prepare, stock up, hibernate. Survive. Rush, rush, rush, hurry so you can run back to your house and bar the doors before the storm comes in. It was a mindset. A useful one, too. Everyone came to autumn sales, and that meant generously stocked stores. Generously stocked stores meant crowds of eager customers. And crowds of people meant easy pilfering.

Jo's eyes glazed over as he began to daydream. Just imagine! Food, tools, medicine, books, clothes, trinkets! Everything from shoelaces to pickles to dictionaries, awaiting his dextrous hands to rescue them from the mass of dull conformity. Enough supplies to last the entire family several days, maybe even a week if he was ridiculously lucky. Oh-o, yes, it was going to be glorious, glorious pickings!

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

The sound of heavy footfalls disturbed his increasingly maniacal thoughts, and with a snap Jo returned to earth. Absently wiping a bit of drool from the side of his mouth, he stood up and pulled on his socks. He liked these socksโ€”called them his "ninja socks" because they were so easy to sneak around in.

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

That must be Morgan, now that he thought about it. No one else wore such clunky footwear. Jo had tried getting him to wear something more sensible, maybe something with unrivaled awesome like his padded ninja socks, but noooo, Morgan had to be all boring and loud in his awkwardly, stupidly heavy boots. Psh. Well, his loss.

Like a ghost, Johann glided out his room and down the stairs. He was halfway down one flight when he observed a sight that made him inwardly cackle with glee. Morgan was a little ways in front of him, clad in his stupid boots. Tallen, the bane of Jo's existence, was nowhere in sight. In the kitchen, perhaps, or sleeping in Morgan's room. It didn't matter. She was out of the picture, which made this prime time for an early morning prank.

Johann followed Morgan like a silent shadow. A tiny, blond, smiling shadow. They reached the ground floor, and Johann quickly slid behind a stout drawer. Then Jez entered the room, bidding Morgan a good morning, and Jo's mischievous smile became a full-blown grin.

So. A double attack it was.

"BOOOOO," he screeched, springing out of his hiding place. In one quick movement, he snatched Jez's bow from her fingersโ€”then, still yelling like a banshee, he pounced at Morgan's annoyingly tall figure and latched onto his back like a particularly determined barnacle. (So what if he woke up the entire household with that scream? If he didn't get a nice Saturday morning wake-up process, well, then they wouldn't be getting one either.)

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โ Paul Makota โž
Let's make like chameleons, sis.




Paul wove his way through the trees, hearing Alva's footsteps right behind him. He hated the long trek through the woods to reach Portland. He was constantly afraid of missing a turn and getting them both lost. Fortunately, he had the blue marks on the trees to serve as his guide. The paint was wearing off, though. Perhaps he could spare a bit of coin for some paint to refurbish the paint. Or he could carve a symbol into the trees instead; they would understand.

Soon they reached the edge of the woods. Paul held out his hand to keep Alva back out of habit, even though he knew she wouldn't try to run out ahead of him. He had to be absolutely sure that they would be fine. The morning was still dark, and cold, perfect for infiltrating the city. Nobody would notice two roughshod youths in the city if everyone was preoccupied with the cold. Just look down, speak quietly, don't cause a ruckus, and you'd be fine, he reminded himself. Someday you can get them back for what they did to Mother, Father, and everybody else. But for now, you just have to survive, and learn more.

Paul soon decided that the coast was clear of any unknown compromising agents. He turned to Alva, nodded, then took off, knowing she was right behind him. He ran for the fence, slowing only to prevent himself from crashing headlong into the fence. He jumped as quietly as he could manage, and ascended the fence quickly, giving it a minimum of time to shake and make any noise that might betray his highly illegal entrance. He climbed over the top and let himself drop, landing quietly before moving away from the fence quickly to let Alva follow him.

First destination: Labor Bureau. There, he could pick up a small job to work for the day, and get some money for supplies.

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โ Alva Makota โž
The first page of the book.




The second oldest of the Makota family, Alva, was in a great mood that morning to say the least. Sure, she wasn't a fan of waking up early, much more someone else forcing her to wake up, but the fact that it was Paul who did so made it acceptable. It was decided by her older brother that they should stock up on supplies and get some money that day; Alva, like usual, agreed and was ready to go in only a few minutes. Both of the oldest siblings left the house before most of the younger ones woke up and, after getting into Portland safely, they were walking through the town of Portland.

Alva wasn't phased much by the cold weather Portland had that day. To the contrary, she took great pleasure in it. She loved the cool weather and it just made her happier that morning. She wore a pair of light blue jeans, a pale brown sweater that loosely falls on her upper thighs, a pair of worn out sneakers, and a white bag where she had borrowed books. Alva's fingers played the ripped edge of her sweater, mentally cursing the fence that had caused it. She was thankful they had been able to cross, nevertheless, and both and Paul were safely inside.

"I'm heading to the store," Alva said after arriving at the street where they had to separate ways. Alva worked at a small bookstore downtown, unlike Paul who preferred having a one-time job. The old lady, Mrs. Hershaw, who owned the bookstore was very lenient with Alva thankfully. She worked the store by herself most of the days but after Alva - who had been looking at the books, at that time โ€” helped her put some books up in high shelves that the bookstore owner couldn't reach, the old lady said, and Alva quoted, "Stop by anytime! I'll surely have something for you to do and, of course, I'll pay you." Honestly, Paul wasn't very pleased with the situation, but Mrs. Hershaw never did once pry into Alva's business nor seemed suspicious. The money was well too, even for the few times that Alva would work. Plus, Mrs. Hershaw would let her borrow books any time she wanted as long as Alva brought them back, hence the books in her bag.

Once separating ways, Alva left the street Paul continued walking on to get to the Labor Bureau. In her mind, Alva thought of what book she would borrow next on her way to work.

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โ Alva Makota โž
She liked to think she did a good job at pretending she was better person.




It didn't take long for Alva to arrive to work. She entered the small bookstore that looked strangely out of place, squished between two taller buildings. The bell rang at the sound of her entering and it was enough to grab Mrs. Hershaw's attention straight away. A smile lit up her bookstore owner's face and Alva couldn't help but return it. "Why, if it isn't Alva," Mrs. Hershaw greeted her and she made her over. Her warm and old hands took Alva's and shook it with excitement. "It's been a while since you last came by."

"I've been incredibly busy," Alva said as Mrs. Hershaw let go of her hand. She took the opportunity to dig inside her bag and take out the two large books she had in there. "I also finished the books. They were great," Alva said and handed them to the older woman. Mrs. Hershaw took them, turned around, and began making her way to the back.

"Well, I'm glad someone likes these old books," Mrs. Hershaw said and placed the books on the counter where the cashier was. "I have some boxes of donated books that need to be put into the shelfs," she added and showed Alva the five boxes filled with books sitting behind the counter. Alva held back a sigh at the sight. As much as she made herself out to be a responsible and hardworking person, she really hated working. It was better than working at any of the jobs Paul usually got, most of which including more physical work, so she couldn't complain. Complaining shouldn't be something she should be doing anyway. It was immature and not something Paul would find right. That being said, Alva could do nothing but suck it up and pretend she didn't mind doing what she does.

"All right, I can handle it from here," Alva said and began to pull the boxes from under the counter. Dust flew off of the box as she opened it up. Her eyes lit up when she spotted the books and she almost forgot that she was actually about to work.

"I'll leave you to it," Mrs. Hershaw smiled and with a small pat on Alva's back, went to the back of the bookstore to get catch up on paper work for the bookstore. Alva didn't waste any time on taking the books out, flipping through each of them and reading every few words on each book. After she got a glimpse of all of them and there weren't any left in the first box, she took the tall tower of books she had made and slowly picked them up. Making sure that she had her balance, she began walking to the front of the bookstore where a small table was where people could come and read at.

Once the pile of books was carefully set down on it, Alva got to work.

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โ Alva Makota โž




The clear skies had changed drastically in only a few hours. The dark clouds now loomed over her and Portland who was drenched in the falling rain. It wasn't the only thing completely soaked since Alva's only protection against the cold rain was the little layers of cloths she had on. Her blonde hair was pressed against her head and her cloths had started to weigh down on her. In her hands, she held her bag protectively against her chest. She had borrowed new books from the bookstore and she was more preoccupied in keeping the good condition they were in than herself.

Alva had no idea about the storm that was coming until Mrs. Hershaw allowed her to leave early, fearing Alva might get caught in the rain. Unfortunately, she hadn't managed to escape the wrath of the rain. She wasn't sure what to do in the situation she found herself in. Usually Paul was the one who made the decisions and Alva simply followed. That being said, she had desperately been searching for Paul since she left the bookstore. She had checked into the Labour Bureau to find the job he had been assigned to and after finding the location had started to make her way there. She had stumbled upon some regulators on her way. Thankfully she only had to show them her ID and thanks to the pestering rain it was usually all it took. Alva couldn't understand why they were out in the weather that night. She couldn't think of any of the local people to be out at that hour, especially the uncured since the curfew was so close. Out of habit, Alva reached for the scar behind her left ear. How she hated the thing, she simply detested it. It was a symbol of the cure and having it on her skin permanently was something she couldn't stand. Alva had been forced to do it though, it had been the only way to survive and to protect both herself and her family.

The rain felt like it was getting harder and harder. Alva's feet were also starting to kill her and her body was beginning to tire out. She had traveled from downtown to the other side of Portland and the location of Paul's assigned wasn't close at all. The weight of her cloths wasn't helping either. Seeing a small closed building with a small roof at the front, Alva decided to take a break. Her feet moved her under it and she couldn't help but let out a sigh as she leaned her cold back against the building. Alva ran a hand through her now messy hair and pulled it back so it wasn't in her face anymore. She couldn't help but think about her siblings. No one in her family knew about the storm, at least not her knowledge. She hoped they were doing okay; knowing some of them, they could get out of control. Hopefully Morgan keeps them in line, Alva thought โ€” that was the only thing that let her mind rest from worrying about them.

A shiver ran through Alva's spine as the wind picked up. Her grip on her bag tightened as she attempted to keep her body from shaking; it was a futile attempt though. Her blue eyes looked out where the rain was crashing down harder than before. Just a little longer, she decided and stayed planted in the same place. In a few minutes, though, she would continue her search and hopefully find her brother.

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โ Klein Marth Everett โž
I really can't leave any of them alone for a second, can I?!




Klein was awoken by a thud in the night, and his spine pulled his entire torso straight up out of shock. He looked down to notice that he had fallen asleep while studying, and who knows how long that could have been ago? He cursed himself under his breath, annoyed that he had succumbed to his fatigue - he needed to keep his grades up to become a scientist. He hung his head in a sigh, then pondered why he had waken up, until he remembered hearing a thud. Moving his head over casually, he expected to see Lucy had fallen off her bed, or Hannah doing something while awake.

He saw no one.

Klein's eyes widened quickly, his thoughts converting from sluggish to quickly as he ran to the other rooms to find them empty as well, before checking his watch. 8:40 Everyone was 40 minutes over their curfew, and twenty minutes away from the true curfew, when they could be taken away. That thought instantly destroyed any others of teaching them a lesson, and was replaced by the massive determination to find them all and get them home before the regulators weren't just doing rounds, but were dragging them off. Klein ran down the stairs, and instantly spotted the youngest, little Lucy, and gave a little sigh of relief before saying in a quick, low voice. Lulu! Where are the others? Wait, never mind. Klein had noticed the doorway, with a pair of shoes missing, and instantly knew where they all had probably gone - into Portland. That realization let a groan slip through his lips before he said to Lucy. Stay here Lulu - I will not lose the entire family on a simple night as tonight. And with that, he gave a small smile to Lucy, and ran out the door into Portland.

His brain raced with possibilities on where everyone could have run off to. He wasn't so much worried about HanHan, as she could always take care of herself to be on time, but Theo, Sky and Finni? He shook his head with massive concern. Those three would forget their heads if nobody was there to watch over them. The rain was pouring down on his jacket, which could ruin it long term, but that was only a brief thought amongst many. Klein guessed that his first stop should be at the Stop-N-Save, where he may find a clue as to where they all went. Klein was especially hoping to find Sky soon, for he knew that if she was running, that would be horrendous for that heart of hers, and finding her before anything happened was highly important to. He just assumed that Theo was out fighting somebody, and Finni was contemplating words.

Lungs starting to burn, it was then that he turned a corner - only 2 more until Stop -N- Save - when he nearly bowled over another person. The combination of rain and wind had made it hard to run in, let along search for people, and the only reason he did not bowl the person over was because of the fact that when he turned the corner, a gust of wind hit him straight on, slowing him down. In the end, he more or less bumped into her head on, a look of complete shock on his face as he did. He hadn't expected anyone out - and it made it worse that the person hadn't been moving at all. Good observation skills, genius - you ran into a stationary person. He then started to fumble out an apology, his entire body basically soaked now but realizing that he was now underneath some form of shade. "I apologize for the- He stopped, since he finally got a good look at the person, and his eyes widened quite considerably.

It was that lady, the one with the blond hair and odd way of carrying herself. The one that Klein kept seeing, and getting pissed off at for no reason at all.

His eyes narrowed some, but a little red appeared on his cheeks - he now realized why it felt sort of weird when he ran into her. Klein stood almost a foot taller than her, and it was her head that had hit him in the chest. He cleared his throat, and looked away quickly. He was about to mutter something, but instead he could feel his lungs catching fire, and a deep cough took the place of a voice. His eyes widened quickly, and instantly put his hand up to his mouth after a few coughs. While many that knew him considered this highly unsanitary - why not use your elbow, dude? - Klein had his one major reason, and one cough later the warm, sticky, red liquid that coursed through all human's bodies was now on his hand (see, coughing into an elbow would ruin his jacket...). There was a lot more than normal, but that was probably because he had been running, something he normally didn't do.

Klein knew he had to hurry, so he kept his hand near his mouth and walked past the girl, ignoring the flare of anger and curiosity as it he did.

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โ Alva Makota โž
And then it got more surprising.




Alva was sure she would end up sick. The winds had gotten a bit stronger and under her cloths, Alva was freezing. Her body was trembling and all she could do was stare into the brewing storm. She wanted to leave and continue her search to find Paul but her body was exhausted. The harshness of the rain also only encouraged her to stay under the little protection she had. Alva swallowed, hoping it would cure the dryness that had settled in her throat.

She wanted to go home. It was the cure's fault and all the people who believed in it that she was where she was. If it wasn't for them, Alva and her family wouldn't be living in the forest in isolation. They wouldn't have to sneak inside a town that treated them like mongrels and Alva wouldn't be in the condition she was. She would be accepted and she wouldn't have to worry about her family all the time. She wouldn't be paranoid and come to the conclusion that every person whose eyes she met knew about her being an Invalid, she wouldn't have to lie, and her parents would still be alive.

"Ah, damn it," Alva muttered under her breath after her vision grew blurry. She forced one of her hand to let go of her bag and quickly wiped the tears from her face. Anger grew inside her, both directed at the world and herself.

Just then, she was knocked out of her position. The force made her stumble from her place and her hands nearly dropped her bag. She scrambled to grab it and quickly placed it against her chest like it had been before. After regaining her composure, her eyes snapped up to face the culprit. Her glare clashed against the look of surprise the man had. Alva's head tilted to the side as her irritation changed to confusion. What was a local doing out at this time? "I apologize for the-" he began to speak. His voice was urgent and by the looks of it he was in a hurry. Something in his eyes changed though and his sentence was cut off. His eyes grew wide, as if he had an epiphany of some sort, and suddenly Alva found her staring at the man's feature's more closely. He was a tall man with an angled face, brown eyes, and dark hair.

It was the suit that her wore that made Alva recognize him. She stepped back without thinking as an unsettling feeling formed in her stomach. Her eyes narrowed and she tried to make herself look less freaked out than she really was by standing straight and defiantly. He was the one who she had caught staring at her the few times she had come to Portland. It always creeped her out, especially when she thought that he was suspicious of her, and she had made it a goal in her mind to avoid him as much as she could. It seemed luck wasn't on her side at that moment though.

She heard him clear his throat and look away from her. Her eyes blinked rapidly, finding his behavior strange. He looked as if he was about to speak but suddenly he began to cough. It wasn't a normal cough either; it was more like something was forcing its way up. He immediately covered his mouth his hand and muffled his coughs. The thought that he was sick, probably because of the rain, came to mind first. Yet Alva's eyes caught liquid running from his hand and down to his wrist. It was a thick, red liquid.

"Hey, are you..." Alva began to ask but he walked past her in quick strides. Her head snapped to the direction he was headed, already soaked in rain again. Thoughts were racing in her head as she stared at his figure. It was blood, she repeated in her mind a few times. His condition didn't look stable and Alva's m was nagging at her to make sure he was all right. Scenarios began to form in her mind of what could happen to the man in the storm and none were a good ending. As much as that man scared her, if something did happen to him during the storm when she could've done something to help him, it would haunt her the rest of her life.

A string of curse words left Alva as she forced her body to step out into the rain. It's what a decent person would do, it's what a decent person would do, she repeated over and over in her head as she began to trail after him. She moved quickly in the rain and even though she was dragged down by the rain, it wasn't long until she managed to catch up with him. "Hey, hey, hey," she called out as she got in step with him. "Are you all right? Do you need help getting home or something?" she questioned as she fought down the nervousness that had already formed.

It wasn't like Alva to be scared so easily. Sure, she was paranoid but it only made her more defensive than scared. Yet the mere thought of the man made her anxious for some reason and now that she was walking side-by-side him, waiting for him to talk, Alva was honestly scared out of her mind.

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โ Klein Marth Everett โž
To be confused is an understatement. To be curious is obvious.




Klein didn't think that anything would continue after that little run in. He had just presumed that she would just consider him inconsiderate and rude, and then be on her way - which ever way that would be. Klein successfully erased all thought of the curiously enraging woman, even her voice that he just heard. "Hey, are you..." was all she said, but Klein ignored her completely. He didn't need a curious person wondering what was wrong with his health, especially if she was from the community: sure, if she was a sympathizer/Invalid, that would be just as bad, but at least nobody would listen to her. He shook his head in a little response, and continued his pacing in the rain. Klein needed to get to Stop-N-Save, and hope that Skylar was there just picking some things up or something. The worst case scenario? Nobody being there, and Klein having to search with ALL the Regulators out. He hadn't had to be stealthy for a long time, and he wasn't sure how well he could be, or for how long.

The wind picked up a bit, and the blood slowly began to wash off his hands and onto the cold, wet street. It probably wouldn't all wash off - it always left a little bit of a stain until he washed it properly - so that just meant he would have to hide his hand when he found his siblings. That would be a problem. Klein didn't notice that he swayed a little, just a tinge of dizziness flooding his mind, until he straightened himself out and continued. Now would not be a good time to stop, for he could only guess that the girl hadn't left her position and was probably still watching him or something. Klein closed his eyes for a bit to sigh, and then blinked a few times to clear the water.

It was then that he heard footsteps pattering behind him, like an army of raindrops catching up.

Klein refused to turn around, and assumed the worst instantly: she had gotten curious about him, and decided that the best thing was to extend some form of pity. Good going, Klein, now she's following you! What to do, what to do.. If it was possible to begin sweating in the rain, Klein probably would have, and it wasn't because he was tired. No, he was nervous - really nervous, and these nerves were sprouting from pure anger and curiosity, which made him more confused than anything. Klein wasn't sure why these forms of emotional behavior were beginning to cloud his judgement, but he could recognize them easily. And he didn't like it. Nervousness around women never happened to Klein, and the only cases he knew were of signs of Deliria - and those warning flags were beating in his head.

"Hey, hey, hey," He still refused to turn to face her - he had an objective, and didn't need somebody distracting him from it. However, she instantly fell into sync with his own footsteps, keeping up with his own long strides easily, and that didn't help - it was hard to ignore somebody beside him. "Are you all right? Do you need help getting home or something?" Klein slowed down some, noticing the tone in her voice as being slightly uneasy. It made him relax considerably that this girl felt somewhat similar to himself - really didn't want to be having this conversation in the first place. However, she did start it.

Never looking away from the road in front of him, he spoke in a low rumble. "Just fine, miss. Happens all the time." He nearly kicked himself mentally for such a stupid comment as it left his mouth. Happens all the time?! Now she is bound to follow and ask questions! You really aren't yourself, Marth. Yeah, Klein would call himself by his middle name mentally when annoyed, as a way to differentiate his conscious.

Klein gave a sigh and slowly began to pick up speed as he spoke once again - after mentally chastising himself, of course. "No need to worry miss. I just need to get to the store before curfew and then get back home." The thought that he was giving too much information away crossed his mind, but then he dismissed it with an onslaught of curiousity. He wanted to see how much he could understand from her right now, so that he wouldn't feel these damned emotions. After all, they say that the more you understand, the less interesting it becomes - and in Klein's case, anything to get rid of his anger and curiousity would be grand. So, he pretended - against his cautious judgement - that she was a local to see what he could find out.

"What about you miss? I'm afraid I do not know your name, and you are out awfully late for such a storm." He kept his eyes ahead of him as he turned a corner - one more to go - making sure that he didn't get too far ahead of her now. Sure, those raging emotions were a pain, but if he could quell this annoyance in his system, there would be one less problem to sleep on. And he certainly needed the sleep. Klein coughed again, and instantly realized that it wouldn't be long before he coughed up something again, but it held off for now. At least I can be thankful for small blessings.

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โ Alva Makota โž
Goldilock and one bear.




Alva's eyes flickered from the stranger's feet to her own. After a few minutes, she noticed she was trying to get into the same step as him. It was something she would always do with Paul and for some reason she was doing it with that man as well. She quickly came to conclusion that it was to distract herself. "Just fine, miss. Happens all the time," he then answered her question. Her eyebrows shot upwards and she found herself staring at him for a moment.

"How in the world is that just fine?" As she spoke, she shook her head to move her bangs out of her eyes. The rain immediately forced them back down though, much to her annoyance. "Is that what your doctor told you? Have you even seen a doctor?" she continued to ask. He was either naive (or an idiot, as she would prefer to say) or stubborn if he called that just fine. Alva then realized that she was prying without meaning to. Her head quickly snapped to the front once again as an abnormal warmth spread across her face. She wasn't sure where all the questions were coming from. It wasn't like she cared much about the man's personal life or decisions, so why was she prying? Alva's eyebrows knitted together into a frown as confusion set in.

His pace seemed to quicken because Alva found herself falling behind. Ah, I hate the rain, she growled in her mind as she tried to match him once again. She would have no trouble keeping up with him if it wasn't for the rain; it slowed her, tired her quicker, and had her trembling from the cold. Even though she could stand the cold much more than the usual person, it was too much for her โ€” especially with the little protection she had. "No need to worry miss. I just need to get to the store before curfew and then get back home." Her eyes glanced towards him as he spoke. Without noticing, she began to wonder what the reasons were for him needing to go to a store at such hour and during the storm. She decided it must be important if he was risking being out past curfew. She quickly shook the thoughts out of her head though, finding it strange she was even thinking about such things.

"What about you miss? I'm afraid I do not know your name, and you are out awfully late for such a storm." His voice cut her from her thoughts. Her body stiffened immediately when she noticed the attention had been drawn to herself and a million thoughts began racing through her mind in a matter of seconds. His pace slowed down, she noticed, and she knew she had to be careful about her answer. Fear, once again, ran through her entire being but she made sure not to show one bit. Really, Alva didn't see why she should explain herself to him. Yet if he was suspicious, he would be even more if she avoided answering his question. That being said, she knew she had no choice but to answer him.

Her eyes rested one again on him. Unlike most people who tended to look away whenever they lied, she would always look at the person when she lied. "Alva," she said calmly. It felt like she had been lost in her thoughts for more than few minutes but she had reacted after a moment of seconds. "My name is Alva Locke. I'm looking for my brother who hasn't come home yet." Her alias sounded strange coming from her. Alva had no creativity whatsoever so when they were choosing their false names, Alva was one of the last ones to decide. She ended up finally choosing one when Johann, being who he was, made a joke about calling her 'goldilock' and without any other idea, she settled with Locke (she added the e to make her feel like the creative person she knows she isn't). Of course, she didn't tell her younger brother or he would simply never let it go.

Alva turned to face the front once again and her eyesight hit the ground. Before she could even realize what she was doing, the words continued to roll out of her mind. "And your name? I can say the same thing about you being out here, especially with that, um, condition of yours." Alva grew more frightened at that point. This time, though, the cause wasn't the man besides her but herself. Her actions, thoughts, and words weren't hers. She had no clue where they were coming from and the fact that her behavior was that out of place made her fear that she was losing her mind in the storm.

The sound of the rain muffled most of the sound around them; that included the coughing that had started up again. Yet Alva heard the sound of it loud and clear and her body tensed up significantly as an uncomfortable feeling hit her. It wasn't as bad as the one before but Alva's eyes were on him to make sure he was all right either way. She had started to ask him if he was fine but she caught herself before she could make it to the second letter. Her jaw clenched and her eyesight returned to the ground as an uncomfortable feeling hit her. It seemed slightly familiar but Alva couldn't place where it had come from or why โ€” and by how uneasy it made her feel, she really didn't want to find out.

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โ Klein Marth Everett โž
Introductions of the Wary




Klein ignored her comment. "How in the world is that just fine?" He had already kicked himself for being mentally short sighted, so her little comment was just the fruits of his inability to think things through. He knew that she wouldn't be able to understand why he would hide something so important from his family, nor that she would get why he hadn't gone to the doctor: if he went to see one, they may deem him unable to be cured, or have to wait until he got better. Worse still, his family would start worrying about his own health, when he really didn't need them fretting over his well being. It was just an episode, and he would get over it. That was what he kept telling himself. After all, it had only been happening for the past 3 weeks. Klein had kept telling himself that 'Next week, I shall go get this checked out secretly.' But he was constantly putting it off due to family matters and school work.

However, regardless of this, his eyes did harden at her prying. He really hadn't a clue why a girl that he really had a hatred for would suddenly be concerned for his health - after all, he had made his suspicions of her quite clear when he ran into her and stared at her weird. If that wasn't an indicator of his inability to trust her, he didn't know what was until he verbally told her. So when he picked up his pace a little, he his his annoyance in the fact that she willingly wanted to keep up with him. It was as if she felt the need to find out all of his secrets in a time span, then disappear before he could get anything out of her.

The rain kept his cold, constant march down towards the earth, causing Klein to shiver a little from the coldness of its touch. If he kept this up, not only would he have a cold, but a cold that caused him to cough. Not a good way to hide his own coughing problem when he caught a cold that made him cough. He glanced sideways at the lady beneath him - by quite a bit, mind you - and noticed that she had stiffened instantly at his own question at her name. He gave a small smile, and knew that he could expect an answer in his near future. When Klein was younger and meeting people for the first time, those that didn't know what to tell him would always get really nervous - as if his height made him scary or something. However, regardless of the fact that they had gotten nervous, they always gave him an answer.

He turned his full head towards her and looked down as he waited for her response. Klein's pace never slowed, but he made sure to check his peripherals just in case he started veering towards a wall. That wouldn't be good - running into a wall with a stranger, injuring himself and becoming at the mercy of the people around him. That wasn't his job, so he refused to do so. It was then that he saw her turn his head towards him and stared right at him, which was somewhat unsettling, since her eyes seemed to be perfectly clear, and yet clouded at the same time. Odd was an understatement. Klein couldn't help but hate the feeling he was getting when he was looking at her. His emotions churned in a weird way, as if he was supposed to regurgitate all of his emotions, along with his stomach. For some reason, the longer he hung around this woman, the more life made no sense.

"Alva," Her voice was calm and steady, with no hint of lying in it. Klein wasn't sure to be impressed with her honesty, or cautious. "My name is Alva Locke. I'm looking for my brother who hasn't come home yet." Klein's face was a little puzzled as he ran his brain through all of the last names he knew from the area. Locke wasn't anywhere close to one of them, so Klein had two options: He could either trust this foreigner, and assume that she was just from another section of Portland and she was lost. Or he could be even more cautious of her, and presume that her name was a lie to trick him into something. He decided to go with option 1, but he would continue to play this cautiously - option 2 was still a factor.

"And your name? I can say the same thing about you being out here, especially with that, um, condition of yours." Klein's body went through a very weird shift. His blood began to run cold at the thought of telling her his name and why he was out there, because it had just dawned on him: She could be an undercover regulator. Klein knew that it wasn't anything concrete - undercover regulators were people used by parents to scare their children into staying away from strangers. However, over the past few years he had become less certain of their existence, since had seen quite a few students get paired up with others for projects, and then suddenly they were gone.

Klein's guard went up, but he knew it would be no good: if she really was a regulator, she would instantly know if he was lying or not. He gave a heavy sigh, and then looked at her once more, his pace still quick. By the look on her face, and the tenseness of her body, she didn't come off as some professional government agent - she came off more as a scared, cold girl. That instantly made him pity her, and he hated himself for it. Here was a girl that he knew something was wrong with, that she could be a sympathizer, and here Klein was, nearly giving her sympathy. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and also to rid his eyes of the water that now was clogging his vision. Knowing he had a choice, he thought about giving her his alias: Marth. If she was a regulator, then he wouldn't be lying, and he could protect his identity that way too. He nearly did begin to speak, but then paused - Klein had done enough lying for an entire year, so with a sigh, he spoke.

"My name is Klein. Klein Everett." There. He now just told the lady that he didn't trust worth a grain of salt his real name. Afterwards, he wished he had given his middle name - he wouldn't be so annoyed with himself if he had. He coughed once more, noticing that she was looking away after his last fit. He looked at her, and decided he might as well continue with the truth. "I guess I am similar to you, since I'm hunting for my sister - curfew mustn't be broken, after all." He added the last part looking away from her, but eyeing her out of his peripherals. Klein wanted to gauge her reaction to that statement, hoping for some reaction to tell him where her allegiance lay.

If anything, he was just hoping that he could get something more concrete on her. Then he turned the next corner, and saw the store a little ways away. His pace did not quicken much, but it was visible.

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โ Alva Makota โž
Tired, tired, tired.




As they continued to walk through Portland, her eyes looked around at her surroundings. She couldn't recognize any of her surroundings and it was disturbing her because she knew most of the town quite well. Alva wasn't sure whether she was thinking clearly or the storm was getting to her - or maybe it was the presence of the man besides her that was messing with her mind. She wanted to get out of the wretched place and back home with her family. She wanted to fall into her cozy bed and sleep the troubles away. Instead, she was stuck in storm with a man who she believed to be a threat to her and her family.

There has been a moment of silence since she had asked for his name. He seemed to have a lot in his mind for a simple question; what did a local have to hide after all? "My name is Klein. Klein Everett." He then answered with a sigh. For the first time, she noticed the tired tone of his voice - whether it was because of their situation or something else, at least she knew she wasn't the only one struggling. "I guess I am similar to you, since I'm hunting for my sister - curfew mustn't be broken, after all." Alva gave an automatic nod of agreement that she had developed because of her work. Mrs. Hershaw would always let her leave early because of the curfew so she would always find herself needing to agree quickly in order not to arouse suspicious.

"Of course," she added as they turned a corner. The man besides her, Klein, began to walk a little faster. Alva shifted the bag into her left hand as a way to free her right hand. Confident that her bag wouldn't fall, she allowed her right hand to let go and she used her fingers to push her bangs back. As she did so, her eyes looked around and studied the buildings. "Are we close to that store?" she asked him, thinking it was one of the few reasons that his pace would quicken. It was either that or he didn't want to be bothered anymore. I should probably get going, Alva thought after a while. She could probably wait close to the part of the fence where they entered and left Portland. Paul could be waiting there or at least going there. She just couldn't search aimlessly, especially with the rain. It was wearing her down and her feet were killing her. He should be fine once he gets to the store, she reasoned, knowing she wouldn't have the energy to do anything else. Her eyes began to drop a bit and a sigh escaped through her nose. Just a bit more.

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โ Klein Marth Everett โž
An Expected Surprise, and the One that Wasn't.




Klein's pace seemingly began to have an affect on his little companion - she seemed a little less enthusiastic to keep up with him as he rounded the corner and noticed the shop. He took the time to focus on it as he neared the little place, and even though it was still raining heavily, a small smile reached his lips. Klein truly did care for that little store, regardless of the arguments over inventory, the feuds over cleanliness, and the battles for shifts that made working there a chore. The people that entered were normal, everything inside there was normal: the store itself was predictable. There was none of this 'random-girl-that-you-just-met-and-could-possibly-get-you-arrested' type of thing, just normality. It was one of the main reasons he believed in the Cure, if he was to be honest with himself: it was completely straitlaced, no twists or sudden changes. It could be counted on as predictable and honest, unlike that... that.. crap that mom was infected by. His mood soured quite a bit as his train of thought switched to his parents, so he shook it away and focused on his goal.

"Are we close to that store?" Klein nodded, and spoke curtly. "It is just up ahead." His tone was that of facts, nothing more - the rain had probably washed away any sentiment of his voice that he had placed in it. As much as he hated to admit it, he was grateful for the lady's company in this journey. True, he would have been much more thankful if he knew who she was, or if this was a pre-determined trip, but never the less a hint of gratefulness was there. Klein snuck a peak at her through his peripherals, and noticed that she seemed to be tiring of traveling with him, which he had to admit was all for the better. No matter how thankful he was, it would be better if they went on their own separate ways soon - he hopefully finding his siblings, and she hopefully doing the same and both of them returning to their daily lives. It was weird to admit that he still had a gut feeling of anger and wariness around her, but it was even more weird to think that he constantly saw her on the streets, and yet came to hating her outright. He shook his head - That is what the cure is for: ridding us of these petty emotions that do not, and cannot make sense.

With that thought strongly in his mind, he reached the store and stopped abruptly as he heard a noise coming from inside. Now he was torn - either regulators were in his shop, and he would be seriously screwed if he opened the door, or Skylar was in there. Talking to someone. Klein narrowed his eyes, seriously confused. Either his mind was playing tricks on him, or there was a male voice coming from inside the shop. At least, it sounded quite male, but it was hard to differentiate from the two genders when the voice was... crying? Whining? Wailing? Klein hadn't the word that he wanted to use to best describe the voice coming from inside. Regardless, it wasn't Skylar's voice, so now the situation changed from earlier. Either a burglar was inside the store whining about their products - HEY! - or Skylar and a boy were talking about something while avoiding the Regulators. Klein had a feeling that it was the second option, since the first didn't seem very likely. Or plausible, for that matter.

Klein would have continued mulling it over, knowing he would have to go into the store eventually to find out, but a flashlight and the stomping of boots stopped his thinking cold. Here he was, standing with a random miss, outside of his shop, where a whiny male voice had recently just stopped. Now, to make matters worse, the Regulators felt it necessary to make their rounds over by the store at precisely this time. Even in the quick fear he felt, Klein couldn't help but let loose a sigh of discontent. Oh, bugger. This isn't going to go over well, now is it. Ignoring any comment that Alva may have made by now, he turned to her, and said quickly ""Well, no time to waste." With that - and Klein assuming that Skylar had unlocked the door to get in, or at least he was praying she did - Klein grabbed this mystery woman Alva by the arm (she really was quite light, if he had to make an observation), turned the handle of the shop, and dragged himself and Alva into the darkness. Klein didn't even bother to think that maybe the Regulators were going to continue forward instead of turning, he just acted as smoothly as he always did.

Klein wasted no time getting to the spot in the corner, dragging the poor Alva along with him. Since he had been in this kind of situation many times before - saving your siblings was quite repetitive, after all - he had a spot he knew exactly where to hide his massive frame: right beside a shelf. Apparently, Regulators never looked in the front corner of a shop, where the window and shelves just ended. There was a little nook tall and large enough for him to stand behind, and even watch the regulators. So, he moved with the speed and grace he always did, except for the girl he was dragging with him. When he finally got into the place and had Alva pretty damn close to him, it all hit him in the face - here he was, dragging a stranger he just met into his store, and was trying to conceal her against his own body. Pretty damn awkward, if Klein could think it straight through. The only reason he had for doing all of this was drilling through his head, keeping him sane through the next few moments: She could be a spy, she could be a regulator, it doesn't matter: if she got caught out there, she could rat on me and the store's inhabitants, and so help me I am NOT leaving my family alone, like before.

Klein watched out the window, listening for footsteps and watching for lights, until it became apparent that the regulators went down a different road. Any speech made by Alva at this time was greeted with a simple "Sh.", nothing more. After a few seconds, he turned his head back, and once again noticed that they were too close for his comfort level. He quickly mumbled an apology. "I... uh, well, I'm sorry for dragging you in here on such short... notice." Klein looked away, and then eased himself out from in between the shelf and the small bit of wall. It was then that he spied two little human beings through the darkness, and finally noticed the destruction of the little shop. A thick red liquid - Klein prayed that it was Tomato Soup or something - covered the walls, the counter, and a bit of the window. He hadn't noticed that before.

When Klein had finished assessing the damage, his face becoming harder to read as he did so - he finally turned back to the little silhouette that appeared to be his sister, and a silhouette of a boy. It hadn't occurred to him that he was probably standing about 6 feet taller than the two on the ground, which may or may not make him look like one of those massive shadow monsters people talk of, so he continued standing at full height. Instead of saying something like 'Thank God I found you', or 'I was worried! Now where are the others?' he had to go and say something like this in a harsh, yet extremely worried whisper.

"Now what in the Blazes has been going on in here, Skylar!?"

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โ Alva Makota โž
Walking on cold rage.





The area they were in was a bit too unfamiliar for Alva's comfort. Usually when she came to Portland it was straight in and straight out. Meaning, she would go directly to where she had planned to go and then leave just a quick. It was all caused because of her fear of drawing attention to herself. That being said, Alva avoided the kind of neighborhoods where everyone knew each other's faces in order for others not to question her presence.

"It is just up ahead," Klein answered her question from before. Her body couldn't help but relax a bit as she let out a silent sigh of relief. Her honorable but idiotic act would be finished soon and her search for Paul would continue. A slight frown tugged at her lips at the tiring thought. At least where she was she had a destination in mind. Searching for Paul without a clue to where he might be was too exhausting for her to even think about.

They seemed to have arrived to the store because Klein came to halt. Alva stumbled a bit but managed to regain her balance and stop right along side him. It seemed her legs had gotten accustomed to walking and they felt like they were vibrating now that she had stopped. Alva's eyes glanced over to Klein and she was about to tell him that she should be going her own way now but a noise caught her attention. A strangely familiar noise that was coming straight from the store. Her eyebrows drew together as her eyes stared at the store with a troubled look. It sounded too familiar; almost as if she had heard that noise all her life. No, it must be some stupid cat or something, Alva reasoned in order to calm her nerves since there was no possible way that the only person she knew that could make that noise was in Portland, in that store, without permission. Her thoughts came to a pause as she suddenly realized it was possible โ€” especially if it dealt with that person that she had in mind. Alva found herself caught in the middle of trying to hope that her family didn't choose that day, of all days, to become stupid morons who don't listen to their older siblings like good children should do and the fact that there was no way anyone or any thing could make that noise except her dear little Kleptomaniac brother, Johann Makota.

She had been too busy with the million thoughts in her mind to notice the flashlight and sound of footsteps coming closer to them. Alva only broke out of her trance when she heard a sigh leave Klein. Her eyes seemed to immediately snap towards him and for a second she forgot what exactly she had been stressing over. Just then, she noticed the light breaking through the screen of falling rain. Her body stiffened like a rock like it always did when she caught sight of any regulators. Alva couldn't even began to think about what to do or say because Klein's voice stopped her from panicking. "Well, not time to waste," he said so calmly that it surprised Alva. He then proceeded to take her by the arm, open the store, and pull her with him inside the building. Instinctively, Alva tried to free herself from his grip. She couldn't remember the last time someone other than her family touched her and the fact that it had affected the pace of her heart both worried and scared her. It was a futile though, seeing as the man was huge compared to her and it really didn't help that most of her strength had been used to push her through the storm.

"H-Hey!" she hissed as quietly as she could but loud enough for him to get that she didn't want him dragging her along. Her face had changed temperature drastically and her heart only seemed to quicken. She wanted to free herself from him because at that moment all of her attention was focused on the spot where he was grabbing her arm and that thought was unbearable. What the hell is going on with me? Klein didn't put any mind to her and moved straight to a corner of the store. He seemed to know what he was doing because he headed straight to a large shelf without any hesitation. There was a small amount of space right besides the shelf and soon both Klein and Alva found themselves stuffed in there. Without thinking Alva kept her back pressed again the shelf in order to keep herself as far as possible from the man while at the same time doing nothing to alert the regulators. As much as her efforts were, they were still close considering the amount of space there was to keep them hidden. Her breathing pattern had been broken and become unevenly. Although she wanted to blame it on the fact that everything had happened so fast, she knew that another factor was the close proximity between Alva and Klein. All Alva could hope for was that he couldn't hear the pounding from her chest that seemed to resemble the raging thunder from the storm they were caught in.

"A-Are they...?"

"Sh," Klein cut her off as his eyes watched the regulators through the window that was right besides them. Alva remained quiet after that until he moved his attention back to the situation inside the store. Alva couldn't help but relax once knowing the danger had passed. "I... uh, well, I'm sorry for dragging you in here on such short... notice." That said, he quickly shuffled out from the small space they had been in and Alva followed suit. She settled in saying nothing, not trusting her voice at that moment. Klein didn't seem to have trouble with his, though, because his voice, as much as he tried to whisper, seemed to boom through the building the next second.

"Now what in the Blazes has been going on in here, Skylar!?"

Skylar? Alva's curiosity got the best of her and she stepped out from behind Klein to see what exactly was going on. Her eyes landed on a young girl who seemed to be trying to clean something off the ground. She was young, younger than Alva at least, and she had dark hair with a pair of green eyes. The familiarity that Klein spoke with when he said her name made her assume that she was the sister he had been looking for her. Her eyes then took notice on the other figure besides her.

It was then that Alva froze. It was the only thing that froze too because her insides had begun to boil like the lava from a volcano that was about to erupt. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to channel her fury through the glare she was currently sending Johann. A million ways for her to kill him ran through her head in those little seconds that passed. Forgetting about the presence of the others, her feet began to move her closer to the fool she called her brother. It seemed like her strength had come back because when she grabbed the younger boy by his cloths, Alva nearly picked him up from the ground. "Johann," she stressed his name with all the anger she had inside her. "You better say goodbye to your new friend because it's the last time anybody's going to see you alive!" That's when her anger unleashed. Her grip tightened and she began shaking Johann with all her might. "I mean, what the hell were you thinking?! I didn't know my brother was such an idiot that he would, first of all, disobey his sibling's commands, but put both his life and his family in danger! Oh, I'm feeding you to Tallen as soon as we get home and while she rips you to bits, I'll try deciding which way to destroy whatever is left of you. And once I'm done with you, I'll finally rip off Morgan's stupid hair for letting you get away with this and then choke you with it! Morgan will be pretty pissed by then so I'll let him take his anger on you as well. And let's not forget about Paul! Oh, I can't wait to tell Paul about this so he can kill you โ€” again! And if you're here, Annie is probably out here too so we'll probably repeat the whole damn process for her as well! Damn it all Jo, I'm just so pissed right now that I can't even decide whether I should start your torture by punching you or strangling you!"

Alva was forced to stop describing her younger brother death because of the lack of oxygen. Her breathing had gotten harder as she continued to glare daggers at Johann. It was then that she remembered that the Makotas weren't alone and that she couldn't abuse her sibling in front of people outside her family - what was normal in her family might not be normal for others, after all. Alva's face began to change to a shade of red and it wasn't out of anger. It was more due to the fact that no one but her family had seen her lose her cool like she just did and for some reason she her anger was subdued by the embarrassment. Her eyes flickered from Klein to his sister to the ground before she forced herself to regain her composure. "Ah," she cleared her throat. She quickly changed her grip from the front of Johann's cloths to the back and pulled him towards her; both to make it seem like she was hugging him out of affection and had no intention of harming him and also to keep him from trying to escape. "I'm sorry about... that." She forced one of her best smiles towards them. "That's just how we like to play," Alva added, still with the same smile, and pulled Johann closer into a tighter side hug. "Isn't it, Jo?"