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Michelle Andreis To Tim and Sarah, STAY INSIDE cuz the same thing is happening here in New York!!
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Logan Kikkert Anyone else seeing this? The dudes in the robes... oh man.......fml...
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Kaleigh Groves OK WUT IS GOING ON GUYS????? THE SAME BROADCAST IS ON EVERY CHANNEL!!!?!
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Ashley Annew Weird shit happening at the Conklin Center. :/ I don't think they're kidding.
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"What do you mean you don't know?"

Jordan winced, and glanced up from the computer. Even upstairs, three rooms away, his sister's voice still carried. It had cracked in her anxiety, reaching that unholy pitched usually reserved for calling dogs. Any other day, Jordan might have poked his head out of his room, and roared up the stairs for her to shut up, but, well, this wasn't any other day.

"What the hell is going on?"

There again. It was like having Stuart Little shoved in your ear. Jordan swallowed his grumbling, swallowed over a huge lump in his throat.

Every radio station, every single television channel -- even the kiddy ones -- had been taken over, replaced with the same 'broadcast' set to loop. A half-dozen robed figures stood against a dark stone wall, the tallest of which was closest to the camera.

In the dim lighting, his only distinguishable feature was a rather scraggly, greasy-looking goatee. His voice was sharp and full of disdain as he introduced himself as Thaddeus Farcry. He seemed to take himself very, very seriously as he outlined how pitiful the human race was, how futile their efforts were to resist the 'revolution' and how in reality, they should all be thanking him.

"So long have we hidden ourselves from you!" Farcry spread his arms wide, so wide that they went off the frame of the hastily-postioned camera. "But the time has come! Your nightmares will come to life, your world will shatter! Those faithful will be rewarded, those who struggle will -- "

They thought they were wizards. That was the weirdest part. They thought they had magic. Well, whatever they had, Jordan was just impressed that they had managed to cut off and hack into every major communication system in the country.

Jordan and Sylvia had been alone on a lazy Saterday when the broadcast first sizzled through their recording of Lost. After flipping through every channel, puzzled, Jordan had gone for his laptop and Sylvia for her phone.

While Sylvia screeched and bawled at her contacts, demanding answers, Jordan continued to scroll through facebook updates. If it was magic, or if it was a hoax, something very large and very dangerous was happening. There were enough sirens coming from downtown to make that real, at least.

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"Dislike." Jordan muttered. He closed his laptop with a snap, and slipped off the bed.

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Welcome to Cedar Springs, Washington.

Aside from a few car museums, a fledgling furnature factory, and a mysterious research facility known as the Conklin Center, the only actually noteworthy thing this city has been a part of is the systematic takeover of the human race.

The majority of the paranormal community has been biding their time, waiting for just the right moment to attack. They grew tired of hiding their powers, hiding them from the rest of the general population. With an oddly shaped man named Thaddeus Farcry spearheading the revolution, it looks like the entire world is in for some serious .. er .. readjustment.

What side will you be on?

Wizards: You used to be second string on the high school football team. You used to take orders from an incompetent boss all day. None of it matters, now. You have shed your foolish human name -- (names like 'Carol' 'Aaron' or 'Nate') -- and finally have the freedom to reveal who you truly are. To Humans, your real name may seem ridiculous, or far-fetched ("Thaddeus Far-what now?") but they will soon see the glaring error of their ways. You and other long-suffering sorcerers can perform some degree of elemental manipulation. This includes fireballs, bolts of electricity, gusts of wind, etc.
(1) Shahrazad Motallebzadeh (Hannah Motalle)
(2) Charmena Harrow (Nicole Trawley)

Humans: Well hey! Looks like all your detailed zombie-escape plans are going to come in handy. Load up on chainsaws, bullets, and pitchforks because it's time to fight back! As a human, you have access to weapons -- (within reason of course, no one is going to suddenly stumble into a cache of military-grade firepower) -- and a sense of dignity. What sort of idiots are they, strutting around in a pointy hat, and robes?
(1)Jordan Renar
(2)Sylvia Renar
(3)Logan Kikkert
(4)Nate Perrine
(5)Dawn Keating

Mages: (Advanced Wizards, part of that initial group seen in the broadcast). Lead by Thaddeus Farcry, your fearless leader, you and the rest of your higher-up associates have worked long and hard to overthrow the bounds of 'normalcy'. Your name would also be considered 'ridiculous' in the Former Society. Your abilities are above elemental manipulation, straying into telekinesis, and a hypnotic form of mind control.
*(Please note, I will be very selective about accepting profiles if you chose this role.)
(1) Thaddeus Farcry:

Scientist: (Advanced Humans, working out of the Conklin Center). Oh no. It happened. All your hard work and research on something managed to tip off the paranormal community, and they decided to make their move. Luckily, your experiments are decently far along. Scientists have access to the technology that can 'undo' magic, or at least temporarily disarm a Wizard from causing mayhem. Are you our only hope?
*(Please note, I will be very selective about accepting profiles if you chose this role.)
(1)Miles Conklin:
(2)Lisa Renar:

Other: Not likely, unless you PM me with a REALLY REALLY REALLY good idea.
(1)Luke
(2)Alison Keating

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If you couldn't tell by now, I'm planning on the Wizards and Mages being preeeetty over-the-top. I mean, after all, the entire concept is ridiculous. :P

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WSKY by RolePlayGateway

WSKY broadcasts out of Ramble, perhaps taking advantage of the increased elevation and clearer signal. "Playing [i]your[/i] all-time favorites! Fly high with double-yewwwww sky!"

Wedgewood Park by RolePlayGateway

With its brightly colored playground equipment, scenic location and plethora of highly climbable oak trees, Wedgewood has always boasted an all-ages appeal.

Cedar Springs, Washington by ViceVersus

With a population somewhere around 200,000, Cedar Springs is a pleasant combination of small-town charm and inner city bustle.

Cedar Heights by RolePlayGateway

About twenty minutes from downtown, Cedar Heights is a high-end, upscale neighborhood full of man-made lakes, cultivated lawns, neat streets, and towering homes.

Downtown by RolePlayGateway

There are a number of flourishing businesses, specialty coffee shops and cute little craft stores in the downtown area. Almost everything is within walking distance; there is public busing in Cedar Springs, but very few cabs.

The Conklin Center by RolePlayGateway

Rearing up from nowhere is the tallest, oddest shaped building in all of Washington, so much as Cedar Springs. The brainchild of Miles Conklin, no one knows what really goes on inside -- or even if the building is up to code.

Cedar Springs High School by RolePlayGateway

A Division IV school with a killer track record for all-conference wins, and State honorable mentions. Go Crusaders!

The Ellison Museum by RolePlayGateway

Rodney Ellison could never have known that his sought-after collection of muscle cars and (oddly) Thai rail machines would become a safehouse for the Human resistance.

The South Side by RolePlayGateway

Despite having some of the oldest original buildings in the city's history, the South Side is considered just a 'run-down eyesore'. Residential life in this area is far from the American dream.

The West Side by RolePlayGateway

The true 'face' of Cedar Springs. Pleasant parks, oak-lined boulevards, family-owned corner stores, and modest ranch-style homes make up this middle class utopia.

Silversun Crossings by RolePlayGateway

As Cedar Springs' only major mall, Silversun Crossings has become a central hub for teen activity. Catch a flick at the Lockes Theater, buy a smoothie from Sally's Shack, or drop $120 on a pair of lifestyle brand jeans.

Ramblewood by RolePlayGateway

About a half hour north of Cedar Springs; known as 'Ramble' or 'hick-town' locally. This is where the mountains begin, and all logging and oil drilling happens. Ramble is also a seasonal hiking and snowshoeing hotspot.

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#2014-04-18 23:47:19, as written by ViceVersus

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#2014-04-18 23:54:21, as written by ViceVersus

Jordan's mind buzzed with the events of the day and the past half-hour. He jerked himself back to an alert state, just in time to see Dawn stroll past him with a shotgun over her shoulder. How long had he been standing there, thoughts churning? Two years? Three -- maybe more?

He commanded himself to move, and lurched after her. She had a head start on him, back down the driveway to where the truck and the others were waiting. Moments before, she had flown up towards the burning house with wild abandon, crazy with fear and grief. But now, she walked with purpose, every step slapping onto the pavement, and Jordan couldn't help but give a wry grin. Dawn with a shotgun? Dear God.

When they came back down the hill, Sheri, Logan, and Sylvia were spread out far from each other. Logan was venturing on the lawn towards one of the other houses on the street, Sylvia was off the road and in a ditch, eyeing the fields beyond, and Sheri had started peering down the long street down which they had came. They were presumably looking for Mr. Chuckles. Jordan couldn't explain why this flooded him with anxiety, but it did.

"HEY!" he roared. Their heads turned. "Get back here -- we have to go!"

Sylvia thrust an arm behind her, pointing to the field. She opened her mouth to argue, but Jordan didn't give her the chance.

"Forget the Wizard!" he shouted. He saw her eyes flash, and her jaw clench into a scowl. She stalked towards him, fists balled.

"You're gonna let him get away?" her voice was sharp and scornful.

"There's no time. Get in the truck, we're going to Logan's!" Jordan glanced over to his best friend, who was drawing closer as well. A wordless thank you; you're welcome passed between the friends.

When he turned forward again, he found himself face-to-face with his sister, a quivering exclamation mark with frizzy hair.

"You want to go Ramblewood?" she challenged, digging into the last word with a swooping, mocking tone.

"I know about the trees!" Jordan tried to place both hands on his sister's shoulders, in a calming gesture, but she windmilled her arms, knocking them off of her. "But -- hey! If Sheri is right about Mr. Keating -- " he felt hot with guilt, mentioning Dawn's father, " -- or about mom, then the Wizards should have no reason to go to Logan's house."

"Except that we'll be hiding there!" Sylvia snarled, hands on her hips, torso jutting forward aggressively.

Jordan gave a shout of frustration. "Would you just listen to me instead of -- "

"Oookay, Jordy, I didn't realize youuu were -- "

A sharp slam cut through the air.

Sylvia screamed, hiding her face. Jordan whirled, bracing himself, throwing a protective arm out in front of his sister. Sheri waved to them from the inside of the truck, having just slammed the door pointedly behind her.

The Renars returned to planet Earth, and glanced at each other sorrowfully.

"Sorry," Sylvia whispered.

"It's okay," Jordan grunted, and meant it. He dropped his arm back to his side.

Logan swallowed, his tongue rasping dryly against the top of this throat. "Uhh, we got paintball, airsoft guns at my house. Food. Vehicles. Might not be a bad place to lay low."

"Yeah," Jordan cleared his throat, awkwardly. "I guess .. yeah."

Jordan dug in his pocket for his keys, and didn't find them. He glanced to his right, and saw that he had left them in the truck's ignition. The Renar youth exhaled slowly.

Behind them, the remains of Dawn's house gave a horrifying groan. Flames still licked greedily at the brick. Some wooden framework on the inside gave out, collapsing in on itself. Smoke plumes tripled in size, and a shower of orange sparks billowed upwards.

Jordan felt a rush of shame for his pithy argument with Sylvia. While they were in the middle of a sibling spat, Dawn stood next to them all, her entire world crashing around her. Maybe she didn't want to leave, just yet. After all, this would probably be the last time she'd see the house standing. Everything had already changed around them but this? This was something different.

There was no way for him to scrub the image of the Keatings' backyard from his eyes. Jordan couldn't imagine what Dawn was feeling at this moment. He licked his lips, feeling the gnawing desire to know where his parents were. Maybe it was good that they were going to Logan's house next, to check things out. It was only fair, right?

Jordan reached out, brushing the skin of Dawn's arm with his fingertips, a platonic gesture to let her know that he was there, but needed her attention.

"Ready?" he asked, softly.

Ready? It seemed such a stunted, useless word. Ready? As though they were late for class, or about to be late for dinner. But there were no other words to sum up what they were feeling. Jordan forced himself to look at Dawn, to take all of her in. They were all in it together. Smoke, ashe, fire, this was part of their world, now. Wizards were part of their world.

Ready. It was the best he could come up with, and it would have to do.

There was no other option.

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#2014-04-19 00:26:27, as written by Script

Sylvia and Jordan's arguing washed over Dawn, she barely heard a word of it, lost to her own thoughts. The image of her father in the garden was seared in the back of her mind. Her heart felt like it was buried in the pit of her stomach and tied in knots. But she was in control. She had to stay in control. For now. There would be time for breaking down later. It would just get herself and her friends killed now.

She was jarred back to reality by Jordan's touch. The conversations she'd been hearing but not processing rushed through her mind in a flash.

"Ready." Dawn repeated simply. Her voice was hard and carefully controlled, but there was an edge to it that betrayed the emotions that were contained behind it. "We shouldn't waste time." Unspoken was the reason -- she didn't want Logan to come home to a scene like the one she had been greeted by.

She started towards the truck, then abruptly paused. "Did Mr... the wizard know we were considering going there?" she asked. "Because he's going to go back to whoever's in charge and tell them, if he did. If we're targets. We won't be able to stay there."

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#2014-04-19 23:17:29, as written by Script

The swing in a small playground on Maplewood Avenue squeaked pitifully as it swung backwards and forwards. The playground and street were empty but for a single figure sat upon that swing, staring mournfully at a cyan hat in his lap. With his hair styled up with painstaking care and dressed in designer everything, Matt was considerably overdressed for the end of the world. But of course, when his mother had hawkingly overseen his preparations for the day, she'd been expecting him to be rather more on show than he was now.

He'd have to look his best to stand out from the others, she'd said. Nobody was going to remember the scores of wizards in robes or other silly outfits, but they'd remember the one that looked like a supermodel.

"It's always been about what people thought, hasn't it mom?" Matt muttered, kicking the ground, "About you being better than everyone else, and making sure they know it."

Being a wizard had sounded cool at first, but when his mother had told him that their first order of business was essentially terrorism, Matt had been more than a little turned off from the idea. It was likely she hadn't realised yet that he didn't share her passion for lording it over everyone else, given that he'd always meekly played along with her high-school level scheming to avoid her ire.

He had the feeling most of his wizarding peers shared her viewpoint. It was all about them being better than the 'normals', and how unfair it was that they had to pretend to be so boring and mundane when in reality they were so much more. More embarrassing, maybe. Even before he'd known that they were all wizards, his mother's dinner parties had seemed like something of an occult gathering of the mysteriously-better-than-everyone-else-in-every-way.

Even Matt admitted that there was something to being able to think of himself as 'more' than his peers. He was a wizard, he was powerful. He could make people burst into flames with a flick of his wrist. But unlike some of his mother's clique, he just didn't want to. He hated hurting things - from bugs to feelings. Or as his mother would put it, he was an overly sensitive wet blanket. Sometimes people had to be trodden on to get to the top, but quite frankly Matt was afraid of heights, so he was quite happy on this particular rung of the ladder for the moment, thank you very much.

And so he brooded on. Eventually, he thought, he was going to have to decide what he was going to do next. He certainly wasn't going to go around setting fire to things, he thought, but was he going to do anything else? Maybe he should just keep his head down and then say he'd gone around setting fire to things when everything quieted down (or not, if the wizards lost, he supposed).

He couldn't just sit here, either way. Someone would come by sooner or later and he didn't want to count on them not tattling on him. Sighing, he put his feet on the ground and halted the swing. He shoved his hat back into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder as he stood. Making his way out of the park with apprehension painted plain as day upon his face, Matt started to walk. He had no idea where he was going. He'd probably figure it out when he got there.

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