Hunter Mayall's Story

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One can only listen to the story of how Mary-Lou might be pregnant with Derrick's child so many times -- and by the fifth retelling, Anastasia had hit her limit.

She hadn't had much to contribute to those conversations anyways, having little to no opinion on the matter. This was the same with almost all conversations she had with her peers. She was intent with just listening as she was intrigued by the minor details that shifted within the same story by different people’s perspectives and exaggerated additions. However, with this particular story, it finally got to the point where it partially disturbed Anastasia; The amount of people so invested is miraculous and mind-boggling to her. If Mary-Lou is pregnant, it is no one's business but her own. No one should have such a strong opinion on something that doesn't affect them directly. If Mary-Lou is pregnant, she'd need the support of those around her, not acquaintances who would talk behind her back because it seemed like a 'juicy' topic. Then again, this story is probably just a terrible humour that will grow into something even more preposterous than it already is.

"I heard that the baby was conceived in the high school bathroom, "carried on Megan, "the bathroom of all places! How weird is that? " Megan seemed to have finally finished her little spiel to the small group of six, which included Anastasia as well as her fraternal twin Eleana, clustered within a corner of the loud and cramped living room. Some people nodded in agreement on how weird it was, and Anastasia couldn't help but study their faces. She had been quiet this whole time, simply absorbing and listening as she does. She probably hadn't said more than ten words, other than giving small greetings, the whole time she'd been at the house party her sister dragged her too. It was odd to see that people so readily accepted the story Megan dispensed. Mary-Lou had always been a bright and cautious girl. Fraternizing in the high school bathroom was an unlikely thing for anyone to attempt, but to think Mary-Lou would do it, the idea was practically impossible. Anastasia had formed an opinion she wanted to get across, and so she spoke her mind. "I don't believe there's ever been a moment the bathrooms haven't been occupied by two or more people at a time. That would make it quite hard to 'conceive' in such a short time. It is also unlikely that Mary-Lou would be giving you this information herself; this is all probably just some rumour," Anastasia spoke quite softly. Her tone was not harsh or judgemental, just factual. It was simply her opinion. She'd also hoped with this, maybe some of the rumours would cease and Mary-Lou wouldn't be as hurt by them. She could only imagine what she must be feeling with these wild stories running around. That is if she's even heard them yet. Carrying on, Anastasia added, "however, if Mary-Lou is pregnant, it's her business and hers alone. It really shouldn't affect anyone else, and shouldn't involve anyone else other than those who want to be there for her as a helping hand." She could see the collected astonished stares from her unexpected outspokenness. She hadn't been rude, so it wasn't a look of anger, it was more a look of surprise. Anastasia didn't need to elaborate anymore, so instead of sticking around, she turned towards her sister and rested her hand on her upper arm, saying, "I'm going to go outside for a bit, get some fresh air." Anastasia flashed a small smile to Eleana and the others,. As a side note to her sister, she added, "be safe, before easily slipping through the small crowds of people with the odd grace she'd always had.

Intending to cut through the kitchen and go out the door that led to the backyard and patio area, Anastasia ended up getting sidetracked as one of her classmates who she shared an English class with stopped her at the threshold, with what she presumed to be beer sloshing over the edges of the red solo cup he held in his hand. “Ana!” he hollered, somehow managing to slur such a short name. The boy in front of her, who she believed was named Dominic, looked like he was trying to flash her a dazzling smile. It would have been more charming if it wasn’t shrouded by a drunken veil. Placing his free hand on her arm, he stated, “you know, I always thought you had the prettiest eyes, they’re like this weird mix of intensity and softness. I don’t even care that you’re a little odd! ” Anastasia couldn’t help but give a tiny smile. She was grateful for the comment, but his little tidbit at the end was kind of amusing. “Well, thank you Dominic,” she said, moving slightly over so his hand would drop off her arm. Glancing down at her feet as she saw a ping pong ball roll towards her that went astray from the game of beer bong at the table near her, she picked it up and tossed it back over to the table, hearing various thank yous in reply. She couldn’t help but notice the car keys sticking of of Dominic’s pocket as she bent back up. ”Say,” she questioned, glancing back at the drunk boy in front of her. ”How are you getting home, do you have someone to drive you?” She would offer her own services if either Eleana or herself had a car, but they had walked over since their foster home was only two blocks away. Dominic went red in the face, looking like a boy who got caught planning to put his hand in the cookie jar. “Uh, no not exactly. I drive myself here but I don’t live that far awa-” Anastasia cut him off as she grabbed his wrist and maneuvered him over to the next room. She presumed it was the dining room, though the host must have moved the table to a secondary location. Looking around for a familiar face she finally found one and, with Dominic in tow, went over to Jack. Tapping the much taller boy on the shoulder, he turned around with a shocked look on his face. “ Hey, Jack,” Anastasia smiled, “would you mind driving Dominic home when you leave? He’s had too much to drink and can’t get himself home.” Turning back around to Dominic, she dropped his wrist, and in a swift movement, snatched his keys that were hanging out of his pocket. Handing them to Jack, she added, “ make sure to give them these when he’s safe at home.” she was sure there would be a bus he could take back over here the morning after to pick up his car sober.

Jack was one of the only people at the school who Anastasia could call a friend and not a mere acquaintance. They weren’t super close by any means, but they were friendly and conversed regularly. She’d met him when he’d transferred in to the high school just after she and Eleana had. He was sitting in chemistry class when someone accidently cut themselves with a scalpel, causing a pretty bloody mess. Jack had run out of the room causing even more of a ruckus, and on a whim, Anastasia followed him to try and calm him down and see if he needed to talk. In the end, he told her that he was also a foster kid who got put into the system after his father went to jail for driving drunk, with both his mother and himself in the car. His mother died and he still vividly remembered the carnage, so anytime he saw blood he went into panic mode. She could trust that he could get Dominic home alright, as she knew he wasn’t a drinker.

“Uh, yeah, yeah of course,” he stammered, fumbling a bit as he took the keys from her and put them into his own pocket. “I thought you said you weren’t coming tonight Stasia,” Jack questioned, as Dominic shuffled back and forth on his feet a little awkwardly. “ Oh, yeah I wasn’t planning on it but Eleana convinced me,” she explained, “ anyways, thank you for doing this. I’ll see you on Monday,” she smiled. Jack just nodded, “no problem at all,” he said smiling back. Giving her a small wave as Anastasia slipped through the crowd again, she finally found herself back in the kitchen and moving out the door to the backyard.

The host’s backyard was big -- almost as big as his house was. However, most of the space was taken up by the pool and conjoining pool house. Not many people were outside, mostly just dwindlers who stepped out to smoke or tiny groups of people wanting to get out of the stuffy home. Anastasia wrapped her arms around herself as a cool wind breeze mixed with the scent of the pools chlorine hit her. She regretted not putting on a light jacket with her outfit, but then again, the cold never bothered her too much. Making her way over to study the flat-roofed pool house, she took notice of the steel ladder leaned against it. From what she could tell, the pool house was mostly just used for extra storage and a place to leave tools. Looking around, Anastasia couldn’t see anyone too near her vicinity, so she decided to climb up the later and go sit on the roof.

It was cold and dark out on the streets of Maine, and as anticipation radiated off his brother Hunter Mayall was anxious. You wouldn't notice the teen's nerves simply by looking at him, but he had gone through a pack of cigarettes in a few hours instead of in a day or two.
"I'm hungry." Hunter mumbled, before pulling the car into a Hardee's parking-lot. He knew his brother was more excited than him to finally reach the foster home, so it would be cruel to make him wait.
"Here," he'd say seconds before throwing Caleb the car keys. "you can go to the foster place if you want, I'll meet you up there in a bit."
The twins had left Caleb's car back at the hotel and elected to take Hunter's prized beloved lime green Hummer instead. He had never let his brother drive his car before, and probably never would again, but giving the keys to Caleb on this particular night was Hunter's way of acknowledging his brother's elation and giving him an out so he didn't have to wait in the Hardee's parking lot.

"Just don't park it on the street." he'd yell back from the front door of the restaurant before walking inside.
The teen behind the counter looked complete dejected, as if she rather be anywhere but where she was, however when Hunter walked in she perked up a bit and smiled flirtatiously. The gesture rolled right off Hunter's shoulder however and instead of returning it he'd simply order a couple burgers. The girl seemed oblivious to his lack of interest though and began yammering about a party up the road and how she wasn't able to go until after her shift and yada yada ya. She was in mid sentence when the card purchase was approved, and despite her beauty and obvious attraction to him Hunter would cut her off with a half-hearted "thanks" before turning around and walking back outside.

It wasn't exactly five-star comfort to sit on the window ledge to eat, but between his leather jacket, scarf, and heavy pants he wasn't cold in the least, and actually enjoyed the cool breeze.
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It only took a few minutes to down the two massive burgers, but Hunter would linger in the Hardee's parking-lot for several minutes before beginning his walk down towards the foster home.

Five or so minutes later Hunter spotted his car and slowed down. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that they were close, and in response he'd stop in middle of the sidewalk, pull out a cigarette, and light it up.

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Dialogue Color : #bb0033
Thought Color : #E33638
Face Claim : Chace Crawford
Human || Killers
Played By : 猫ババ

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Hunter took a few puffs from his cigarette before continuing the walk towards his car. He had every intention on sitting in the drivers seat and waiting for Caleb to come back out, however when he got closer to his vehicle he'd spot his brother sitting on it's bumper. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that Caleb was utterly dejected, and since Hunter really wasn't the type to give his brother a hug followed by some words of encouragement, he instead offered him a cigarette.
"I'm assuming they're not here?"

Hunter let his twin fill him in on what he encountered inside the Foster Home before sighing and sitting down on the bumper beside him. They'd sit in silence for a moment before the roaring engine of a Mustang disrupted the stillness around them. The distinct muscle car sped down the road, with music blaring from it's speakers and a guy half hanging out the back window. Hunter watched, half-annoyed, as the car then rounded the corner with a party in the back seat. It was then that he remembered the party the girl at Hardee's mentioned. "Maybe they're at that party..." he'd wonder aloud to no one in particular. Hunter would realize quickly that his brother had no idea what he was talking about and filled him in on the one-sided conversation the girl at Hardee's had with him. "Just a theory. I mean, I have no idea. We could drive around the block and look, I guess."
Empathy was the only reason Hunter made such a suggestion to his brother. In reality he wanted to go back to their luxury hotel's lounge, sit at a table in a dark corner, and try his hand at ordering a drink without having to show ID.

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Dialogue Color : #bb0033
Thought Color : #E33638
Face Claim : Chace Crawford
Human || Killers
Played By : 猫ババ

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”Man you should've said something sooner! I would love to distract myself with a bumpin' party. I'm gonna drag you with me. I bet they'll have something to drink for you!”
Caleb would quickly pop up from the bumper he was sitting on, unlock the car doors, and then throw the keys to Hunter, who’d instantly sigh. He’d remain on the bumper of his Hummer for a few seconds longer before standing up and making his way towards the Driver’s side door.
Once inside Hunter would start up the car and blow a few puffs of his cigarette before heading down the quiet street. At the end of the street he’d turn the same way the Mustang had earlier and drive at a slow pace. It was barely a minute later when he’d spot the Mustang parked on the street alongside several other cars in front of a nice suburban home. If that wasn’t enough of a sign that the party the girl at Hardee’s spoke of was probably at the house they were in front of, the fact that it was the only house on the block that seemingly had every light on and people loitering on the front porch was a dead giveaway.
”I think it’s safe to say this is the place.”
Hunter had a thing about not parking on the street if at all avoidable, so he’d pull his Hummer onto the lawn before turning it off. He knew his car would leave huge marks in the grass but he was far from the only vehicle on the front yard at this point and figured it wasn’t much a big deal.
As he stepped out of the vehicle his phone would buzz in his pocket. After pulling it out Hunter vaguely recognized the number on the screen and assumed it to be one of the elders from the Cogitatio clan, which lead him to not pick up and instead slip his phone right back into his back pocket.
While walking around to Caleb’s side of the vehicle Hunter would notice the sounds of a crowd coming from the back yard. He found himself staring at the open fence door that he assumed led to the back of the house. Hunter didn’t move from the passenger’s side of the car, but he couldn’t help but stare at the open fence, as if he was being pulled to it.
After several seconds he’d snap out of his trance-like fixation on the open fence door, throw the butt of his cigarette into the lawn, and step on it while running his finger’s through his hair.
”They’re here.” he’d mutter to himself, before leaning back against his car.

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Dialogue Color : #bb0033
Thought Color : #E33638
Face Claim : Chace Crawford
Seasons (feat. Yuuwii & Weiwen) || Alan Crown
Played By : 猫ババ

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~~~ Eleana Daimon ~~~
Eleana was having too much fun to recognize the unsettling feeling in her stomach. Had she stopped to pay attention to it she'd have realized that this feeling was similar to that of excitement and fear; quite foreboding. However she was splashing water at her sister and didn't even realize the anxious bundle of nerves that'd settled in her stomach.

As others started jumping in, Eleana saw her sister pull herself up onto the edge of the pool and swam over to her. "Let’s go home, I’m sure it’d be a good idea to dry off before we get sick from the cold," Anastasia said as she put her hair in a ponytail and stood. Eleana's eyes moved to the pool partiers who were now tossing around an inflatable ball and splashing, feeling a sense of longing. Truthfully she kind of wanted to stay, but her sister was right. A cool wind make Eleana shiver and she knew that it was time for them to go. "Yeah, you're right." she said, also pulling herself out of the water and taking her scarf and shoes from her sister. "Oh, hang on, I left my bag over there too."

Approaching the pool shed where her accessory lay, she noticed that inside were stacks of towels and she took two large ones before returning to where Anastasia was waiting for her. "Here, these'll help ward off the cold." she said, handing one to her sister before wrapping one around her own body, "I'll give them back to Jess after school on Monday - I'm sure he won't mind if we use them in the meantime."

After making sure that her sister's towel was snug around her body, Eleana put a gentle protective arm over her sister's shoulders. "You know, it's really late and I don't think it's such a good idea for use to walk home. Especially not when it's windy and we're both soaking wet. Should I ask somebody to give us a ride?"

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Taking the towel gratefully from her sister, Anastasia gave a small nod of appreciation and thanks before she began to wipe off her bare damp legs. She decided to bake the towel's owner cookies as well while she was at it.

After that, Anastasia wrapped her towel around herself comfortably before her sister slung an arm over her shoulders, saying, "you know, it's really late and I don't think it's such a good idea for use to walk home. Especially not when it's windy and we're both soaking wet. Should I ask somebody to give us a ride?" Anastasia thought for a moment. She was right, it was late, but she didn't particularly think anything bad was going to happen just walking a short couple of blocks away. It was a safe enough neighbourhood, always had been. But of course, there was a bunch of drunk kids probably around the place. They'd have a hard enough time just walking out of the front yard onto the street.

“Okay, you’re right. See if you can find someone, though, I’m not sure they’ll be many sober people. I’ll try and see if Jack can give us a quick lift if you can’t find anyone.” She didn’t really want to bother him anymore, but if her sister felt more comfortable getting a ride home, she couldn’t help but ask him. Looking past her sister to where Jack stood before in the backyard, she couldn’t see him anymore. “Meet me in the front yard okay? I’ll try and give him a phone call. Let me know if you can get someone else or if you spot him.” Smiling, she patted her sister lightly on the arm, before slipping away. Unwrapping the towel from herself, her clothes still very wet and clinging to her body, Anastasia brought the beach towel up to cover her face, trying to pat it dry. Turns out it was a bad idea to do that in a backyard full of people, because almost immediately she ran right smack into someone. Moving the towel away from her face, she showed a clearly shocked expression and looked up at the blonde haired boy who had just entered through the back gate and was leaning against the post. For some reason, he seemed almost… familiar? No, not that, she thought. He just seemed different, someone that although apart of the crowd, stood out to her in some odd way. “I’m so sorry,” Anastasia squeaked, her blue eyes wide. “I wasn’t looking where I was walking, please excuse me,” she continued on, lowering the tone of her voice to the softness it usually carried. Giving a slight apologetic smile, she slipped by the boy, daring to give a single curious and apprehensive glance back, before moving into the front yard.

If the back yard had been nearly barren before, the front yard would have been considered a ghost town. Maybe three people loitered around, but she didn’t get a good look at their faces. For some reason her nerves were getting more and more intense. It was a weird thing, and it was throwing her off. Standing in the middle of the yard, she slung the towel over her arm before pulling her phone out of the skirts pocket. Turns out, she had forgot to take it out when she jumped in the pool, so now it had some pretty bad water damage. It wouldn’t even turn on. With a small shrug to herself, she thought it was unfortunate, but not the end of the world. She would just have to wait for her sister patiently; Eleana would probably run into Jack if she went inside anyways.

Moving over to sit on the door stoop that had five steps leading up to it, she put the towel over her legs almost like a blanket. The night was only getting cooler as the night progressed, and Anastasia was getting a little tired herself. She liked the night though -- to stay up late was never a hard thing for her to achieve, but getting up? That was the struggle.

Staring up at the dark sky, the stars weren’t bright at all, to her slight disappointment. The florescent street lights seemed to block them out of vision. It was nearly a full moon though, only a couple of more days, so that was as bright as ever. Smiling silently to herself, she glanced back down, but an odd coloured vehicle caught her attention. She’d never seen a lime green hummer before, especially not in this town. Not anyone she knew owned it, she would have noticed it in the school parking lot. What was even more peculiar to her however was the blonde boy leaning against the vehicle. Nothing was strange about him in the traditional sense. Yes, he was handsome by any standard, but that wasn’t what made Anastasia feel odd about him. He gave off the same vibe, except on an even higher scale, of the boy she’d bumped into earlier. Hell, he kind of even looked like him a bit. Did she know him? She didn’t think she did, she tended to remember faces fairly well. Standing up from the stoop, she had an impulse to go over and ask him who he was, but the nerves in her stomach where making her apprehensive, as her instincts also told her to run inside and get Eleana, leaving as quickly as they could. Glancing around the dark night, she couldn’t exactly decide what to do next.

Hunter would watch as Caleb walked towards the open fence that lead to the back of the house. His heart wanted him to follow behind his twin but his mind resisted - keeping him at his vehicle's side.
As he watched his brother Hunter would unconsciously reach in his coat pocket for another Cigarette. Thankfully for his lungs he'd realize the absurdity of smoking yet another cigarette - nervous or not - and slide the pack back into his pocket before crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze fell off of his brother for a moment as he looked up to the sky and sighed. It was a beautiful chilly night out, one of those nights where Hunter much rather set-up a beach-chair in the middle of a field or on top of a roof and be alone with his thoughts and a case of beer underneath the clear sky.
The sound of voices in the direction of the open fence door made Hunter glance back over to where his brother was headed, he had every intention of looking away again but when he spotted her he couldn't divert his gaze. A petite blonde, no more than 5'2 or 5'3, appeared to have a brief conversation with Caleb before walking out from the backyard and onto the front yard. Hunter followed her every step, and even though he was mentally questioning himself for staring he couldn't stop - until she looked up towards him. He hoped she hadn't noticed him staring but instead of walking away he’d simply lower and then turn his head. Most guys would have just approached the girl and asked for her name, but not Hunter, he knew his brother was better at such things and decided he was going to walk around the girl and over to Caleb.
Hunter attempted to make his way by the girl but the closer he got the more he felt like he had to stop and stare – so that he did, for several seconds until he shook his head and snapped back into reality.
”S-sorry.” Hunter muttered to the Blonde who now was only a few yards away from him. He felt bad for staring but he couldn’t help it, and after failing to pull himself away from her for a third time he decided to just open his mouth and awkwardly ask the question his heart already knew the answer to. ”Im sorry but, what’s your name?”

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Dialogue Color : #bb0033
Thought Color : #E33638
Face Claim : Chace Crawford
Swiggity || IZECOLD
Played By : 猫ババ

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~~~ Eleana Daimon ~~~ As Eleana walked into John's house she was able to look around and see the mess the party goers had made and felt a twing of pity for him. However she felt something much stronger than that twing of pity which she couldn't exactly place. It was... it was like excitement. And fear. And it felt like it was getting harder for her to breath (though she was breathing just fine). What was going on? Sure she'd just jumped into the pool and was totally soaked, but as she tugged the towel around her shoulders closer she knew that this wasn't it. Maybe it was because it was getting dark. Eleana had never been a huge fan of the dark and was admittedly a little sleepy, but again that wasn't the answer.

Shaking her head slightly Eleana tried to refocus on her actually purpose for coming inside; see if she could find someone willing to drive her and her sister home. It was somewhat empty realized that most everyone was outside either splashing in the pool or just talking / watching the swimmers, and that she'd have much better luck finding a ride for her sister and herself if she were to follow them all outside again.

Suddenly there were some shrill screams and Eleana jumped, the nerves that had her feeling somewhat wary before now had her completely on edge. She ran back outside to where the screams seemed to have some from but was unable to see what had happened due to the crowd of people. Driven by a focus she could not explain, she shoved her way through the people and finally saw what all the commotion was about.

There was a man.

No, an angel.

With short light brown hair and gorgeous green eyes, Eleana could possibly be convinced that this was God Himself. His skin had an olive tone to it and she could see that he was fairly well built, even with a black sweater on over his torso in addition to white undershirt and some dark blue jeans. He was by far the most handsome guy Eleana had ever laid eyes on and she was frozen for a moment or two before another shrill squeal of "Oh my God he's bleeding!" snapped her out of it.

Having gone catatonic for a few moments due to the sudden overwhelming attractive to this stranger, Eleana had completely missed the fact that he was at the bottom of the pool and the water around his head was tinted pink.

Without thinking the towel around her shoulders fluttered to the ground as Eleana shoved past the people in front of her, who were apparently too stunned to act, with a strangled cry of "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!" before she dove head first into the pool. Eleana wasn't an official life guard or anything but she loved to swim and found that she was usually the one who kept on eye on the younger kids (*cough*Anastasia*cough*) in case something went wrong.

Plunging into the pool Eleana swam to the bottom, grabbing a firm hold on the handsome stranger's clothes before pulling him up to the surface again. Breaking the surface of the water she was thankful for the number of hands who reached in and pulled the two of them out of the pool and up onto the side again. Wiping water from her eyes Eleana looked around for the handsome stranger who'd been pulled up separately, and felt another cold wave of fear sweep over her as she saw a guy (Darrel from her math class) kneeling over him as say "He's not breathing!" Another girl's voice cried out in response, "Somebody call an ambulance!" followed by "Does anyone know CPR?"

Eleana stumbled over, all but collapsing by the handsome stranger's side. 'Why does he seem so familiar?' the thought passed through her mind as she did a few chest compression before gently opening his airway, leaning down and pressing her lips against his, 'Why do I feel so compelled to be near him?' And after a few more breathes and chest compressions she felt his body twitch, drawing back as he started coughing up water. "Hey! Someone get me a towel and an icepack! Hurry!" she shouted to the crowd that'd gathered around, a few people turned and ran inside to do as Eleana had asked as she herself turned her attention.

"Hey, are you alright?" she asked breathlessly, utter relief sweeping through her as he sat up and coughed up water. She was still kneeling by his side and pushed her dripping blonde hair out of her face before she started patting his back comfortingly, and was rather surprised to find; 'He's incredibly warm...'

Hunter had unconsciously stepped closer to the petite blonde as he waited for her to respond. It would quickly occur to him that being so close might be intimidating, but he couldn't help himself.
If it wasn't for several people screaming in the backyard Hunter probably would have cupped the girl's chin in his hand, but as soon as the said screams began he had a distinct pull on his soul that snapped him back into reality - he knew his brother needed him.
"Caleb!" he'd say, before turning from the girl and running towards the open gate. Hunter had to push through a group of people before he was able to fully see his brother, drenched from head to toe and out cold on the ground beside the pool.
"What happened!?" he yelled as he rushed to his brother's side. There were a few people crowding around Caleb and he'd push them all away but the one performing CPR, a slender blonde with bright blue eyes and a noticeable similarity to the girl he had just pulled himself away from. He knew they had found the girls, but in the moment he didn't care, he was more concerned with his brother's condition. Thankfully the CPR worked, and as soon as Caleb started to cough up water Hunter would lift him up a bit from the back to help clear his airway, and only after he was sure his brother was breathing okay would he lift him up from the ground and put him in a chair off to the side of the crowd of partygoers, who slowly but surely were making Hunter uncomfortable.
"What the hell man, can't you swim?" he'd whisper to his brother, lightly pushing him in the shoulder. The last thing Hunter wanted to be was the center of attention but at the moment both him and his brother were just that - the center of everyone’s attention, so he'd say the first thing he could think of to get people to back away from them.
"He needs space."
His voice was firm but low, and only a few people moved back - which annoyed Hunter to no end, so he'd repeat himself but this time yell, with a look on his face that could kill. Second time's the charm indeed, for nearly everyone moved away from them and either moved back inside or to the other side of the pool to partake in their own fun in the pool.
Hunter would look back towards his brother once everyone had moved away and sigh, before sitting in a chair across from him. "I can't take you anywhere." he'd say sarcastically as he leaned back. It was only then, after he knew his brother was save, that he'd let his mind drift back to the reason they had came here. Hunter looked around for the girl he had approached on the front lawn, but he'd instead spot the girl who had been by his brother's side performing CPR. While the pull between him and her wasn’t nearly as strong as the pull between him and the girl on the front yard it was still there, and as he stared at her he realized their long journey was over, they had found their missing halves.

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Anastasia got up from where she sat on the porch and couldn't help but dart her eyes over to the boy once more. She honestly just wanted to walk up to him and study his every feature. This fascination only after having taking one glimpse of him was utterly perplexing her. She'd never felt this before. This feeling far stretched any normal attraction she could have to a person. It wasn't his handsome appearance that was drawing her in or the odd mysterious cold air that radiated off of him that tantalized her curiosity, it was something much more. Something intense, something she couldn't even describe. It was almost like she could sense everything he was her whole being; she was so sensitive to his presence. She knew how many steps it would take just to reach out with her arm and touch his face. She could even sense the space between them getting closer by the millimeter as he walked up to her, staring at her with the same face she assumed she was giving him.

As he stuttered a sorry and seemingly snapping out of whatever daze he was in, she couldn't help but stay in her almost traced and mystified state. His voice was definitely not familiar, knowing very well she'd never heard it before. She was so certain she'd never met him once before in her life, but at this point, it seemed impossible that she never had at the same time. Her head was flying in a thousand different directions, and she couldn't even say a word when he asked for her name. It was like she had lost the ability to talk. She just took on an almost defensive stance, not knowing what else to do. She didn't want to run, she wanted to stay by him, but that freaked her out more. Why was she being like this?

As he took a step forward, she couldn't help but do it too. Yet, that small tug of whatever was pulling them towards each other quickly snapped, and she came back down to earth as yells and screams came from the back yard. Stepping back, she ran into the backyard trailing behind the blonde haired boy, fearing the worst. She hoped to god it wasn't Eleana.

Slowing down as she took in the scene, she let herself release a small breath of relief. It wasn't Eleana, but the boy she had run into only minutes ago. The boy she had been staring at seemed to know him well, considering his concerned face and worry. She thought she could almost feel his relief as he saw him snap his eyes open. Now that she recalled, she remembered him calling out the name 'Caleb.' So that must be his name at least.

Stepping forward a bit from where she was standing back taking everything in, Anastasia went straight into her concerned mode for the one injured and she was about to kick the people out of the backyard before the boy she felt so drawn too did it instead. Smiling a bit at that, she decided to do something else instead. Rushing back over to the pool shed, slipping by easily, she grabbed three extra towels before moving over to the group that still sort of loitered outside splashing in the dissipating red tinted pool. "Hey, I think there's a beer pong tournament inside again. The winner get's five hundred bucks I think?" Anastasia smiled lightly, trying her best to be convincing. She hated lying, and she was terrible at it.. However, the drunk kids didn't seem to really know the difference of her blatant lie, so they easily cleared out, quickly scrambling out of the pool. She was concerned someone was going to slip and fall again.

Walking back over to the three, she quickly wrapped a towel around her soaking wet sister, rubbing her slightly on the back. Eleana was shaken up, and as much as Anastasia wanted to deal with that first off, she couldn't help but notice that even if the boy was conscious, there was a definite gash in his forehead.

Letting herself drift over slightly to the boy who sat himself down in the chair, she gently tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "Uhm," she started saying a little quietly, a little shocked at the feeling that surged through her fingertips from where she touched him. Odd. Fumbling a bit to readjust her grip on the two towels in her hand, she spoke again still a little flustered, "Sorry about earlier, the staring, I mean," Quickly shaking her head a bit feeling distracted by his presence, she cleared her throat and asked, "[color=#a084aa]Is he your friend? Or family maybe?" Thinking of how close the two looked like one another, it wouldn't be a stretch to think they'd be brothers or even cousins.Letting her eyes shift back to the bleeding boy, she quickly looked back over to the boy in the chair and said and said a little rushed, "you might need to take him to get stitches and get checked for a concussion," before moving back to the other blonde. Passing him one towel so he could dry off, with a small smile, she said softly and apologetically, "I'm just going to take a look at your head, I'm really sorry if it hurts." Pressing the third and final towel she had in her hand on the wound as gently as she could, she removed it and lightly touched his forehead around the wound, making sure not to touch it directly so as not to infect it. That weird tingling surge in her fingers she'd felt moment ago when she'd gently touched the others boys shoulder persisted again, but she barely noticed it through her focused manner.

The wound was swelling fast, and it looked red, angry and deep. Having gotten plenty gashes in her lifetime, there was no doubt he'd need some stitches on that sucker. Putting the towel back on the forehead as the blood hadn't stopped, she turned back around to look at the boy she was still so sensitive too. "Do you think you could bring him in your car, or do you think we need an ambulance?" Turning back, she glanced up at her worried sister and gave a kind and encouraging smile. She looked like she wanted to help. "Eleana, can you keep the pressure on the wound?" She questioned, removing the towel once more in order to pass it to her. Taking a final glance at the wound, before she let Eleana take over, she couldn't help but noticeably widen her eyes. The wound was fine. Well, not fine. There was still a pretty good cut there, but it wasn't bleeding nearly as bad, nor did it look as deep. "What-" she murmured to herself. Did she imagine how bad it was before? Standing up from where she had crouched on the ground, she gazed at the cut curiously, saying, "maybe you don't need stitches after all."

Anastasia must have been more tired than she thought she was.

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Thought Color : #E33638
Face Claim : Chace Crawford
Tear In My Heart || Twenty One Pilots
Played By : 猫ババ

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"What the hell? What did you do?" Caleb yelled out as the gash on his head seemingly vanished from the mere touch of the girl's fingers. It was immediately obvious to Hunter what had happened and he knew this was the beginning of their trek down the unpredictable and bumpy road of learning to properly use and control their powers, and while Hunter and Caleb had been prepared in a sense by the elders warning them of this day it was going to be a completely new, and possibly frightening, experience for Eleana and Anastasia.
"She healed you genius"
Hunter knew the girls were probably confused, and cavalierly mentioning the fact that his brother was "healed" probably did nothing but throw them off more.

"Hey man... Look I'm sorry, but we really need to go back to the hotel. I think I have a fever or something, I really don't feel well. You can bring them with us, I don't care. I just need to take a cold shower or something. I sure as hell don't want to get back into that pool"
Caleb was clearly wanting leave and as Hunter listened to his brother go on he'd sigh. His twin was leaving him the task of convincing the girls to come with them and the thought of doing that made him want to pick Caleb up by the back of his jacket, throw him back towards the two girls, and force him to talk, but instead Hunter simply walked away from his brother and approached the girls.
"Thanks" was the first thing he'd think to say as he looked at who he knew was Anastasia even though she had yet to tell him her name. He'd eventually let his gaze drift over to Eleana and thank her as well before unconsciously scratching the back of his head. He wasn't really sure how to get them to come with him and his brother and figured telling them the truth so abruptly would only push them further away, so instead he said the first thing that popped in his head.
"Uh, are you guys hungry? There's this um, decent restaurant in the lobby of our hotel and I guess we could eat there while he..."

Hunter let his voice trail off as he looked back at his brother for a moment. "...takes a shower or whatever."
Caleb was better suited for this kind of thing but Hunter had tried his best to convince them without his brother's help.
"Or we can take you home, either way I think we're leaving."
Hunter pulled his keys out his pocket and stared at the twins for a few seconds more before turning away and making his way over towards Caleb, who he'd help hold up by his arm.
"Come on Sir. Klutz."

As Hunter was helping his brother to his car he wasn't sure if the girls were following behind them or not, and he had to continuously fight the urge to look behind him.

~~~ Eleana Daimon ~~~
Eleana was totally obvious to Anastasia and another stranger as they told off the crowd and people shuffled away from the scene slowly, content that the action was now over. "Do you think you could bring him in your car, or do you think we need an ambulance? Eleana, can you keep the pressure on the wound?" Anastasia asked and Eleana nodded as she removed the towel, however froze as she saw her sister's eyes get wide. "What is it?" she asked, feeling mild panick again settle in her stomach, but as Anastasia removed the towel this fear was replaced by surprise as she saw that the wound was nearly gone. "Maybe you don't need stitches after all." Anastasia said, confusion in her voice that echoed Eleana's own concerns.

"What the hell man? Can't you swim?" came the panicked, angry voice of another guy and Eleana looked up to see and second handsome stranger (whom she'd not noticed before) standing there. There was a strange pull towards him she felt, however it was not nearly as powerful as the one she felt towards the first guy, who began to respond. "Hey man... Look I'm sorry, but we really need to go back to the hotel. I think I have a fever or something, I really don't feel well. You can bring them with us, I don't care. I just need to take a cold shower or something. I sure as hell don't want to get back into that pool."

'What just happened?' she wondered, looking between the three of them. Anastasia had a look on her face that Eleana had never seen before and wasn't sure what to make of it, though she had a feeling it was relatively similar to the one on her own face. 'What is going on? Did- Did Anastasia just heal him or something? I know I didn't just imagine that injury on his forehead.' Her eyes turned to the two guys. 'They've got to be brothers or something. But that doesn't explain why... why I feel so... drawn to the two of them. Especially him... What is going on?'

Her thoughts were interrupted by one of the guy's who offered a word of thanks before continuing, "Uh, are you guys hungry? There's this um, decent restaurant in the lobby of our hotel and I guess we could eat there while he takes a shower or whatever. Or we can take you home, either way I think we're leaving." he said rather nonchalantly as he helped the other guy up to his feet. "A-Actually, if you wouldn't mind dropping us off at home, that'd be fantastic." Eleana said, relief in her voice as her hand found her sister's and squeezed it tightly. Whether this relief was because she and Anastasia wouldn't have to walk home soaked to the bone on a cold night, or because this meant she'd have a little more time to spend with this handsome stranger (whose name seemed to be "Sir Klutz", according to the person who appeared to be his brother) she would never tell.

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Anastasia was a little stunned by the boys questioning of "What the hell? What did you do?" that she literally took a tiny step back and her eyes widened in the slightest. Honestly, it wasn't because of his own confused tone or the sort of accusatory words, but mostly because she didn't believe she could possibly have done anything. She had only touched the wound; she could still feel a little bit of the unsettling blood on her fingertips.

Soon enough, however, the boy popped back up and went over to the other guy, stating that he just wanted to go home and that they could bring the girls with them. She also took note of the fact he'd said hotel. So that further proved her suspicions that they didn't live in town, nor moved there. They were simply visiting. Why the hell then, did they still seem so familiar to her?

Turning around to stare at the boy she was oh-so-drawn too, she slightly gaped at his statement of "She healed you genius." She most certainly did not heal him, though, she was very happy it wasn't as serious as she first assumed. The most logical explanation probably was that he most likely had thin blood due to some condition or medication that caused a small cut to bleed much more profusely than it should have. The excess blood probably made Anastasia believe it was more deep of a cut then it truly was.

Awkwardly looking down at his thanks, she wanted to say that there was no need for it considering she hadn't been very helpful, but instead she decided to just say a small "I'm just glad it's okay."

She considered his offer for a few moments before she was surprised by the sudden squeeze of her sister’s hand. Anastasia clasped both her hands over hers in return, and as the boys walked away, her eyes never left them until they were out of sight. Turning her head quickly to look at her sister, she sputtered out "I think we should go to the hotel." She quickly realized that she probably needed to explain, so she cleared her throat and continued “I’ts fine if you want to go home, but I think I’m going to go. There’s something odd about them and I want to find out what; besides, I’m almost certain that one boy has a concussion and I don’t think It’s safe if just one person is looking out for him.” All of these were true. Despite her impulse telling her to run, go home and not even get into the bright coloured hummer, there was that other part of her that was just too curious and needed answers to the very new feelings she had acquired. From her sister’s reactions and face before hand, it seemed like it was safe to assume she felt the same sort of feelings as well to at least one, or both, of the guys.

Why had those guys even come to the party in the first place? It almost seemed like they were looking for someone. They obviously weren’t from around here and she safely assumed they didn’t know anyone at the party since they hadn’t talked to anyone but Anastasia and her sister. She couldn’t believe they were looking for them, but then again, they did seem to recognize them as well.

God, Anastasia didn’t know what to think, and it was bothering her too much.

Smiling at her sister, trying to seem convincing, she said “We can leave at anytime, we can call a taxi, or I’m sure crash at one of your friends. I don’t think the foster home is going to be overly thrilled we’re walking in so late anyway. ” Still holding onto her sister’s hand, she gently pulled her along with her to the front yard, but before she got into the truck, she called out to the boys, “I’m sorry, me and my sister never got your names?” Maybe if she heard them, some past memory of them would pop into her head and solve all her questions.

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Dialogue Color : #bb0033
Thought Color : #E33638
Face Claim : Chace Crawford
Finally (feat. Joshua Serwin) || Olwik
Played By : 猫ババ

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(OOC: Sorry for the delay, had a busy few days between taking my mom to the ER, dealing with repo guys trying to take our car, and roomie spraining her ankle and needing help with everything.)

Hunter just let his brother talk when he began apologizing, he didn't respond but the expression on his face would relax.

“I’m sorry, me and my sister never got your names?” Anastasia suddenly asked. Thankfully Caleb spoke up so he didn't need to, but Hunter's relief would quickly morph into a feeling of regret when his brother told the twins he was a "lady killer."
"Guess that is what I get for letting you answer for me."
Hunter muttered to himself before closing his door and starting up the engine. He'd wait for the girls to decide to get in or not before backing out of the front yard and onto the road again.

The ride back to the hotel took little more than thirty minutes, and the entire time Hunter couldn't help but consistently glance back at Anastasia and Elena in his rear-view mirror - so much so that he almost ran a couple of red lights along the way.
Once the hotel came into view and they were further into downtown the traffic would pick up, but Hunter still kept up his pace and within five minutes they'd pull into the luxury hotel's parking lot. The hotel was more luxury than the twins needed and much more than anyone would expect them to have, but with the elder's footing the bill they might as well enjoy 5-star comforts.
Hunter brought the vehicle around the side of the hotel a few yards away from a side entrance door and then shut the engine off. He lingered in the driver's seat for a few seconds, taking in everything that had just happened and the fact that they finally had the twins in the car, before unbuckling himself and hopping out the car.
"There's a restaurant inside...to the left. Order drinks or whatever and charge it to Penthouse Suite 2, we'll be back"

Hunter knew his brother didn't wanna let them slip through their fingers, and if Hunter was honest with himself neither did he, but he wanted to talk to his brother in their room first, so after his brother got out of the car he'd learn over and whisper low enough that only Caleb would hear him.
"Don't bitch, we need to talk upstairs first...I don't think they're going anywhere."