Real Modern World

Juliet noticed one of the boys staring at her and quickly turned away. He looked so different from her. Everyone in the group did. She stood there cradiling her books to her chest while biting her bottom lip. (sorry bad writers block)

" This is bullshit.." He muttered under his breath. He picked up the case and slung it over his back, carrying around this thing was tireing. He just wnted to go home now and maybe write a couple of songs. Or even better, sleep.

He trailed behind the rest of the group, he didn't feel the absolute need to socailize at the momment. Neil just wanted this over and done with. He glanced back up, he remembered seeing a few people around, especaily Adalynn. She was that cheerleader everybody seem to flock around, he exchanged a few words to her. But not alot, she was a really pretty girl thou.

Arthur inhaled sharply as the group filed into the station. It was a technological wonderland--government buildings always were. Once police forces went digital, they went hard. Every record and report was stored electronically, which meant Arthur had access to all of it. He'd more than once mused on the possibility of a criminal career. It was an exciting prospect, but it had ultimately been abandoned because there was no foreseeable end to reach for. He didn't have to steal for money. Money was readily available to him at any public ATM. Infamy couldn't be a goal because the best criminals are the ones that don't get caught, and Arthur had no intention of being anything less than the best. All of this deliberation did not, however, stop him from doing a quick once-over of the system to see if any of his current peers had been brought in before. Neil Jamesson... What did you do? But he stopped himself. It was none of his business and if only one of them had a record, it probably had nothing to do with whatever they were here for.

Arthur backed out of the system and looked around. He'd put his physical body on autopilot while he searched and now found himself, and his companions--were they companions? Fellow refugees? Partners in crime? We'd have to commit a crime for that one...--in the front waiting room of the police station. He'd never been much for reading faces, but it didn't take a genius to know that not a one of them had any idea what had happened.

Eric rolled his shoulders back slowly, stretching widely. Dammit...who knew how long this would take? And here he had hoped to go for a short hike after school and finish his free-verse atop Wavily Hill. He was accostumed to hiking and being outdoors; things were quieter and much more peaceful when there was only the sound of the wind passing through the trees.

He runs his fingers down his jawline, saying nothing. He takes another glance at his merry-band of "convicts". Neil looked downright irrated, something Eric could understand. Austin (Addison? Andrew? What was that kids name?) looked more inquisitive then anything. Eric was sure the other members of his party had a long-list of inquiries for the officers by now. Scarlet looked...reserved? It was as if she were holding back a grimace; fighting some kind of emotional anguish. Her pretty face was downcast, her pleasant eyes wavering in restraint. She was trying to appear as if nothing were wrong, which only further alerted Eric to the fact that something was wrong. Adalynn seemed to be doing alright.

Eric coughed a bit, looking ahead as he was lead by the officers. What was all this about?

Juliet drew in a sigh. This silence was killing her. Even though she didnt talk to these people on a daily basis and knew they had nothing in common she didnt see why they all had to stand there in silence. She glanced at all of them. Each person showing some kind of annoyance to their face. She glanced at the officers who where simply standing there anger flickering deep within her. Why did they just have them standing there. "I know this is a really stupid question but does anyone have an idea why were here." She raised an eyebrow once more at the officer before awaiting the answer from the other kids.

Neil looked over at Juilet and shook his head. " Not really, I wasn't even here all day"

It was ture, his band got a gig at the Cool House for friday and his band wanted to practice. He also had to work a shift at the coffee shop to fill in for Izzy, his manger.

He looked around at the rest of the bunch. Aren't we just sad looking... It was ture. Everyone looked ethier worried, scarred or bored as ever. The officers weren't doing much with them at this point, he only caught a few giving Neil waves and they reckongized him. He would smile and nod his head towards them whenever he was noticed. But really, why are they here?

Scarlet:

Scar glanced around the waiting room of the police station as they were all filed into the station, one by one. The officer that stayed back with them gestured to the white plastic seats lined against the wall, followed by a mutter of "Have a seat." as though he were inviting them into his home. Ringing phones and beeps of pagers filled the air around them as she took a seat against the far wall, thankful for the plastics chair's support, though it wasn't at all comfortable. No one was explaining to them what was going on, or why they were even there. She flitted a glance at the others, her gaze sliding over each one to land and linger on Eric for a few seconds. He seemed a little more calm than the other ones. She wasn't feeling as much emotion coming from him, and his thoughts were none other than curious and impatient ones that she could tell. When she realized she must be staring, she averted her gaze to the window, though the blinds were down.

She shifted in the stiff seat, folding her legs under her. She had dropped her bag on the ground next to the chair, and checked her phone for any messages. Nina was working a shift at the hospital, and wouldn't be answering her phone or her pager. She was scheduled to work a couple surgeries and Scar didn't see the need to interrupt and worry her. That was the way it worked. Nina would let her stay at her house and occasionally associate with her when possible, but she knew Scar could take care of herself so she didn't need to worry or change her life for the girl. Scar leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, exhaling softly as she waited for what was to come. All she wanted to do was get out of there, but she also didn't want to go back to the house. She decided when she could leave, she would head up to Wavily Hill, which had become her get away place since she'd moved to the area.

((Sorry I haven't been on. Real life))

Adalynn sat in the police station with worry. She was scared and a room full of people she barley knew didn't help that. She heard everyone in the station whisper. A silent rule, no talking. A man walked in, he was different than the others. His hair was pure white and his eyes a sharp yellow. He was shorter than most and white as a ghost. He looked at the teenagers his when his eyes scanned Adalynn chills went up her spine.

"I'm going to need Juliet, Adalynn, Scarlett, Neil, Arthur and Jordan," he said with a straight face. His folder ruffled as he turned and headed down the hall. Adalynn stood up fast and followed into a large room with a table and seven chairs. She wondered how they would do this. It seemed to much effort to interview all the teenagers at once. She sat down at one of the edge chairs, she would hate to sit in the middle.

Ryan walked in confidently, not caring at all that he was late to this freak show. He sauntered through proudly, his side-swept blonde bangs perfectly modeled on his head. Though he was a bit transparent, there wasn't much to separate him from any of the other people in the room. He smiled, taking a seat next to some chick he's never seen before. "Hey. Sorry I'm late. Hope I'm not interrupting anything..." He put his feet up on the table, trying his best to keep them from not phasing through. He gave a cheeky grin. He's been around long enough that he doesn't care what people think of him. Besides, he's already dead. What are they going to do, kill him?

Juliet sighed as she nod at the boy who answered her question. She was becoming very irritated with this whole situation. She didnt like the police in any way shape or form. Plus someone at her school just died and to top it all off she wasn't able to save them. Even though her powers were not that strong she could have at least tried. "Are you going to be the one to tell us why were here or are you just going to keep moving us from one place to another." She said losing all patients.

Ryan poked Juliet's side. "Does it honestly matter? Trust me, you'll learn one day to just appreciate where you are when your there and not bother asking questions.." He then looked around at the others sitting around. "Though, with these people, I'm not sure ANYONE can appreciate being here." He rolled his eyes.