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Amira "Red' Devaroh

Full Name: "My name is Amira Devaroh, though people usually just call me Red"

Gender: “Obviously, I am a Female…”

Age: ”Don’t you know its rude to ask a lady how old she is? Well…okay, I am 21 years young.”

Physical Description: "I'm a bad ass"

Amira is medium height, about 5'4, with long scarlet hair that flows to about mid back. She is built like an athlete, slim and petite yet muscled. She has beautiful chocolate brown eyes that are framed with long dark lashes. When she is happy her eyes turn to a melted caramel brown. She has a fair complexion with plump lips that are almost always covered in candy apple red lipstick.

Orientation: ”I’m straight as a ruler dear.”

Role: “I’m a camper I guess…”

Face Claim:Ariana Grande

Personality: "Once again, I reiterate, I'm a bad ass"
Amira is fiercely independent. She is able to accomplish anything she puts her mind to and she refuses to give up. Amira is extremely ambitious, persistent and determined which is shown through her somewhat controlling attitude. She will work for what she wants and she is not afraid to get her hands dirty. Amira is also very flexible she is able to re-survey any situation and take a different approach if necessary. She is a fierce competitor, though she will always win justly. Amira is excellent at restoring order to any chaotic situation and just as capable of manipulating people for her own benefit.

Amira often finds herself misunderstood because of her intensity and contradictory behavior. Amira is constantly trying to understand her emotions through finding a deeper purpose in life. She is very capable of hiding her true feelings and motivations though she tries to be very honest. Amira is all about control, control of herself and all situations she is in. She is very intuitive, but not as in a psychic sense, more as intuitive into the human mind, she has a great understanding of the mystery and the power of the human mind.

Amira has a fear of failure which she keeps hidden extremely well. She is very wary about trusting anyone, a person needs to gain her trust and this happens over time. When she does finally trust someone she loves deeply and intensely. Her loyalty to that person will run deep. Underneath her cool exterior she has energies and emotions that are constantly flowing. She deals with this by channeling them into useful activities, hobbies, and whatnot.

All in all Amira is very deep, intense person, there is always more than meets the eye. She presents a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world yet lying underneath is tremendous power, extreme strength, intense passion and a strong will and a persistent drive.

Strengths: "I have been training in mixed martial arts since i was ten...sooo i'm pretty good at whooping ass."
- She is Agile and Flexible
- She is brave and honest
- She is resilient and determined

Weaknesses: "Me? Weak? Funny..."
- She doesn't like hurting anyone she deems weaker than her
- She doesn't like relying on her powers
- She is always willing to sacrifice herself for others

Fears:
- Letting people close to her

Power: “I’m a Vampire…rawr”
Vrykolakas, also known as Power Replication: The power to copy the powers of others. Users with this power are able to mimic and copy the abilities of others around oneself. Unlike Empathetic Mimicry this is not empathetic, but strictly psychic as it simply mimics the psychic energy outputs, genetic structure or superhuman physiology that enable abilities in other people. User can even stack several powers together, which may lead to Power Mixture.

Quirks: "My entire personality is a quirk"
- She has spent most of her life traveling, so she has the bad habit of randomly switching languages mid sentence.
- She gets agitated if she stays in one place for too long

Hobbies: "I bet 'boys' isn't an appropriate answer huh?"
- Running
- Drawing
- Singing
- Sparing
- Reading
- Wrighting

Their Song: We Fall Apart by We as Human

The worlds on fire but we're all smiling
Though it's all our fault
But life is short so we resort to laughing through it all

It's the battle within the good and the sin
With both sides standing strong
It's the permanent scars
How broken we are
It's the things that hurt us all

But isn't it beautiful
The way we fall apart
It's magical and tragic all the ways we break our hearts

So unpredictable
We're comfortably miserable
We think we're invincible
Completely unbreakable
And maybe we are
Isn't it beautiful
The way we all fall apart

You're a liar but I'm a coward so I can't throw a stone
We're so imperfect but so worth it because we're not alone

It's the wars that we wage, the lives that we take
For better or for worse

It's the lion we cage, the love and the rage
That keeps us wanting more

But isn't it beautiful
The way we fall apart
It's magical and tragic all the ways we break our hearts

So unpredictable
We're comfortably miserable
We think we're invincible
Completely unbreakable
And maybe we are
But isn't it beautiful
The way we all fall apart

The world is dark but all it takes
your love to spark
To set my heart on fire once again

But isn't it beautiful
The way we fall apart
Isn't it beautiful
oh, isn't it wonderful
The way we fall apart
It's magical and tragic all the ways we break our hearts

So unpredictable
We're comfortably miserable
We think we're invincible
Completely unbreakable
And maybe we are
But isn't it beautiful
The way we all fall apart

Isn't it beautiful
The way we fall apart

So begins...

Amira 'Red' Devaroh's Story

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#2014-07-04 15:12:26, as written by Sonohra

Jace was up at 5, and waited restlessly to leave the cabin. As soon as the clock struck 6, she was out of bed and outside. She went to the trees to climb them. It was her favorite part of this camp. Waking up early and sitting in the trees, watching people walk by. She called out to her brother as he made his morning routine to the cafeteria. He smiled at her, but said nothing and continued on. He was always so soft spoken.

When Jace saw Amira in the trees, but stayed quiet and watch. She tried not to interrupt her morning routine. She had noticed that she was not a morning person, and so she let her have her peace. When it turned 7, she headed to the cafeteria, running into Jer as he made his way back to the cabin. She gave him a hug and continued on. She saw Amira is the cafeteria. She waved and said, "Hi, Amira!" Jace jumped into help.

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#2014-07-04 18:43:05, as written by Uncle Shortbus

Victor Artoras

Every night it was the same dream; he was already well into the vault, sticking to the shadows and minding his cover. Just ahead of him was the briefcase with the codes, the only reason he was this far into the job in this god forsaken desert facility. He just had to cross the ten feet ahead of him, grab the case, and jump out and into the night. He'd be paid, whatever plan the crazy cape he got the job from would be able to be put into motion, and the suits would be the ones to sort it out. That's when the world around him exploded into light and sound, and he woke up. Every night, Victor had to relive the last time he'd failed, and every morning he woke up in a cold sweat, swearing quietly and forcing himself to calm down. His phone buzzed it's own staccato rhythm next to his head in an attempt to rouse him before it got too bright outside, the clock flashing at him the time. "Christ, it's 6:45. Fifteen minutes this damn thing has been going off, and I've been off in my own psyche trying for that damn briefcase. I suppose I ought to get out of bed and get actually dressed." Victor thought idly, tapping out a pattern on the face of his phone and sitting up.

He rose from his bed in the center of the room, glancing around at the bunks without really seeing anything, and got dressed. Victor stared at his bed for a bit longer than necessary, debating making the bed before deciding it wasn't really worth it, and grabbed his essentials from his pack: wallet, sunglasses, lighter, and a fresh pack of cigarettes. Turning sharply on his heel and putting the sunglasses over his eyes, Victor stepped into a dark corner of the cabin and emerged just outside the bathroom on the other side of the camp, lighting a cigarette and taking a few puffs off of it. He stepped inside and took a long look at himself in the mirror, adjusting his hair and fussing with the collar of his jacket. Satisfied, Victor stepped out of the bathroom, into the darkened spot he emerged from, and out of a similarly dark area just outside of the cafeteria. He walked over to a picnic table somewhat in the shade and sat down, staring out across the camp blankly, not really registering anyone or anything moving across his field of view.

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#2014-07-04 21:36:22, as written by Duct Tape

Ross Reid

With a nudge to his shoulder Ross rolled his eyes awake with large yawn, kicking off his blankets and placing them under his legs all while rubbing his eyes and cracking his knuckles. A couple of minutes passed, figuring he should get up he let out a sigh while throwing his legs off of the bed and onto the floor. Mornings were not his strong suit, a schedule wasn't either and to be on a schedule where you had to be up by 7 was just awful. Ross did a slight jump to get the blood flowing and proceeded to change, or at least to a point. He changed out of tank top and into a white baseball shirt with grey sleeves he didn't bother to change out of his red plaid pajama bottoms and slipped on an old pair of skate shoes.

Stepping outside gave him a slight chill but it was nothing too extreme. Shrugging it off he made his way to the cafeteria, there wasn't many people around that he could see but not everyone immediately goes for the where they keep the food as soon as they wake up, he may be smaller be he can pile food away. When he got to the cafeteria he tripped inside, catching onto a chair before he slowly let himself slide to the ground. "Good job Ross." he murmured getting back to his feet. Shaking his head he couldn't help but laugh at himself and with a smile on his face he grabbed an orange and sat in a chair closest to the wall with his feet up on another waiting for everything to be ready.

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#2014-07-05 00:54:27, as written by lizardheartstring

There was nothing Kitty Fetzer despised more than the morning. It was the worst part of the day, in her opinion. However, today was different. Today, Kitty opened her eyes as if she were programmed to do so. For a few moments, she stared up at the bottom of the bunk bed above her. The way her eyes darted, it appeared as though she were looking for something. Then, her eyes stopped, and she gingerly lifted her arm. According to the wooden watch wrapped around her wrist, it was 5:50 am. Much too early.

She silently groaned to herself. Kitty was never one of those people who could fall right back to sleep. Her body wouldn't allow her. When she was up, she was up. She had ten more minutes before she was entitled to escape the cabin, so she spent that time getting changed into an outfit that actually looked nice and put-together. Kitty never really cared much about her appearance, but whenever she had the time to look good, she'd use it. She checked the hour once again, slipped a beanie hat over her jet-black hair, and then stepped outside into the Canadian morning weather.

It was still a little chilly, (as most early mornings were,) but it was nothing too unbearable. Kitty was at least happy to see that there was no snow covering the ground. Taking a fern-colored ipod out from her leather backpack, she scrolled through the list of songs until she found one that would wake her up. She placed a small pair of headphones over her ears, and began to let the music take control of her walking pace.

She was heading out towards the lake; one of the only places that had actually stayed the same since her early adolescence. Kitty had never told anyone, but she had attended the same camp ten years ago - when she was just fourteen years old and still an amateur at wind manipulation. For some reason, she could never remember her entire experience at camp. Only bits and pieces remained in her memory. She remembered some of the people and places, but never what she had learned. There was a reason, though. There was a reason for all of this. There was a reason why she had returned to this place - why she had forced herself to come back. It was a reason she knew existed, but not a reason she was willing to believe. Of course, it was a reason she wasn't willing to tell anybody.

Once she had reached the misty waters of the creek, Kitty collected the flattest stones she could find, and started to skip them upon the water's surface. She had gotten a lot better at skipping stones since her childhood, and combined with her wind powers, she could hear a loud 'whoosh' sound before the tiny pebbles hopped across the water at mind-blowing speeds. She could see another girl, Amira, come over and and wet her flaming red hair in the creek, braiding it at a quicker pace than Kitty could ever manage. She thought about talking to her, but with the concentrated look on the girl's face, she knew that Amira was 'in the zone'. She also thought she heard someone else, but every time she turned around, nobody was there.

Afterwards, Kitty traveled alone to the cafeteria. She walked briskly, as she was so hungry, she was about ready to peel the bark off of the trees and eat them. On the way in, she managed to catch a tired Ross stumble through the entrance. She silently laughed to herself, and then entered the building, grabbing a blueberry muffin and filling her magenta thermos mug with coffee.

She leaned on the wall next to Ross, ready to bust his chops about his grand entrance.
"Morrrrnin'," she said, addressing him with giddy smirk. "Saw you fall on the way in...how much booze did you drink this morning?"
She raised her thick eyebrows and swigged a long sip of coffee as she delightfully awaited his response.

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#2014-07-05 02:26:58, as written by Sonohra

Jace was more than happy to help Amira with breakfast. When it was done, she settled down at a table with the others, drinking a glass of milk and eating eggs, sausages, bacon, and a slice of toast. She needed a lot of protein because of all the exercise she did and all the muscle she was building. She was quiet as the others ate. She didn't talk much, except for a good morning and hello.

She finished quickly and helped the kitchen once again. She has been at this camp for the longest time, so she knew these staff members really well. They were like her family, and it's where she spent most of her time. She smiled at Jer as he walked back into the cafeteria in jean, converse, and a t-shirt. The t-shirt was a little too small on him, as it was nice and tug over his bulging muscles.

Jer made his way back into the cafeteria, seeing as Ross was the only to get up and go to breakfast. He pulled on his shirt, feeling it was too tight. He needed to buy new shirts... He was working out to much.

He greeted Victor as he made his way towards the cafeteria, and as entered the building, he saw his sister was already done with her meal and in the kitchen helping the staff. He smiled at her, before grabbing breakfast himself and greeting the campers.

He saw Ross trip on his way in, and smiled. He patted his back gently before saying, "Mornings are rough, kid. I know." He turned to the others, "Good morning everyone." He made his way to Amira, greeting her with a warm smile. He was glad to have her around. She was so helpful with everything.

"Thank you for helping with the kitchen, Amira." He paused, talking a bite of his eggs. "How are you this morning? Ready to start combat training this morning?" Out of all the activities, combat training was Jer's favorite. He helped them with not only their hand-to-hand combat, but utilizing their powers in the combat. It was interesting to see what ways these kids could use their powers. They were so darn creative. It made Jer feel old, even though his was still in his 20s.

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#2014-07-05 05:50:46, as written by Sonohra

“It’s really no problem at all boss man. I’m doing pretty good, got my liquid crack…” Amira paused as she raised her coffee cup to her lips and took a sip.

He chuckled watching her as her lips touched the much and the coffee slide into her mouth. He didn't drink coffee himself. It caused him to have the worst caffeine crashes, and would make him pass out. It was just as bad as drinking alcohol. He has a weak stomach and can't hold his caffeine or liquor. He was an entertaining drunk, though. He would spill out his emotions and secrets without hesitation.

“And I’m more than ready to kick your butt in the combat ring” His bright blue eyes widened and stared at her as she nudged his broad shoulders. “Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you just because you got old…so be ready to be embarrassed”

"Oh really? Embarrassed? You mean like you've been every time I beat you in the past years?" Jeremiah grinned at her, giving a light laugh. "You may be incredibly skilled, Amira, but I have been in the field for 10 years, and I know every trick in the book. Age gives me an advantage. I'm not so old that I am over my physical peak."

He put his plate of food down. "But then again, we will have to see what your solo training has done for you, won't we?" Jeremiah gave her a teasing smirk.

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#2014-07-05 18:41:45, as written by Uncle Shortbus

Victor Artoras

Victor took one last long drag off his cigarette, burning it down to the filter before stubbing it out on the picnic table and tossing the butt into a trashcan. He saw people enter the cafeteria, but only saw one of his campers. "I guess Trish is still asleep. Jace wakes up at the crack of dawn so she probably already went in there. Hm. Ghost is probably off doing his own thing again. That's none of my business." Victor mused, rising from the table and strolling back towards the darkened spot. He emerged from a similar spot inside the cafeteria and immediately made a beeline towards the food, getting a plateful of everything except the eggs and a cup of coffee. Victor glanced around curiously for Jace before deciding to sit near Jeremiah.

Once he sat down, Victor immediately began wolfing down the various meats and other breakfasty items on his plate with occasional pauses to drink from his coffee. "So, dude, do I really have to take my campers down for combat training? It'd be damn embarrassing for them to see me get picked up and thrown around like a rag doll man. I mean, come on; I've got no straight up hand-to-hand skill. It's all cloak and daggers and setting other people up to fail before they even get in the ring. You know that more than anyone else." Victor said between mouthfuls, jabbing his fork in Jeremiah's direction. "I guess pretty much all of my campers have a good amount of combat skill, and it's just me that has to skulk around and wait till things are unfair for the other person, but come on man. I'm all about mobility, not punching a dude's skeleton out of his body." Victor continued, taking a few gulps of his coffee and gathering up the last of his food with his fork when he finished. He knew he would probably end up taking his campers down to the ring anyway, but he enjoyed complaining and giving Jeremiah a bit of a hard time was one of his few antagonistic pleasures since he switched from a life of crime to whatever it was he could be said to be doing now.

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#2014-07-05 20:10:21, as written by Duct Tape

Ross Reid

“I did see a duck though.” Kitty replied while eating her muffin, "Plus, I don't think blowing wind in people's faces is going to do anything to anyone. I mean, you can fire freaking lazers, and fighting Amira over there would be like trying to beat a red-haired clone of yourself..."

“Well, it takes a lot from me to shoot lazers. I tend to stick with doing low energy tricks.” he said sucking an orange slice into his mouth, looking over to Amira A clone? That would be something to see.

His thinking was broken by Kitty’s yell. With a tug on the back of his chair Ross stomped his feet to the ground with his left hand on the seat steadying the chair and his right grabbed hold of Kitty’s forearm that was a hold of his chair to help her catch herself if she fell. It was only Greg, he phased through the wall and headed straight for the food.”Y'know, He knows how to make an entrance,” He joked, realizing he was still holding her arm he let go, eating another orange slice. “Hey, now you can say your morning was entertaining.” he smirked relaxing back into his seat.

Ross started thinking about combat training, it was good that’s what they would be starting with even though he wasn't that good with hand to hand combat, It also didn't help any that his powers are best used at long range. When he sleeps his power tends to build up and he could feel the energy pulsing through him, of course it was nowhere near as when he had the accident, but it was nothing to ignore, the constant fear was always sitting in the back of his head.

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#2014-07-06 22:31:32, as written by Sonohra

“Guess I’m either a glutton for punishment….or I've secretly become a bad ass ninja…you’ll just have to wait and see.” Amira said to him with a smirk and a giggle. Jeremiah rolled his eyes, knowing that she couldn't have improved so much that she could beat him, but her confidence was nice. He watched at Kitty and Amira spoke and watched as Gregory entered the scene.

“He really needs to lighten up…” Jeremiah turned to look at Amira, only to see her shake her head. He sighed, remembering other campers, like Amira, who came in just as he did. Distant and cold. Having powers can feel more of a burden than a gift, and Jeremiah knew that more than anyone. "He's just had a tough time, Amira...He'll come around."

“Hey Jeremiah I'll meet you at practice… I’m going to go check on Greg… he always seems to have so much on his mind…Maybe he just needs a shoulder?” She murmured as she started across the room. She turned back and grinned at him. Jeremiah nodded. He was going to do the same, but it's better if someone his age talked to him. “Don’t worry I’ll be there on time to kick your butt” she said with a flip of her bright red hair and a wink of her storm grey eyes. Jeremiah couldn't help but laugh.

He took in a deep breath as Victor walked over and started eating. CHe raised an eyebrow, watching him eat. "So, dude, do I really have to take my campers down for combat training? It'd be damn embarrassing for them to see me get picked up and thrown around like a rag doll man. I mean, come on; I've got no straight up hand-to-hand skill. It's all cloak and daggers and setting other people up to fail before they even get in the ring. You know that more than anyone else." Victor said between mouthfuls, jabbing his fork in Jeremiah's direction. "I guess pretty much all of my campers have a good amount of combat skill, and it's just me that has to skulk around and wait till things are unfair for the other person, but come on man. I'm all about mobility, not punching a dude's skeleton out of his body."

Jeremiah tilted his head, "Victor, you're over estimating these kids. That and you don't team them my kind of combat skills, You have your own style, and show them that. These kids are mostly teleporters like you. And if they fight like me, send them to my group. If they get out of control? Call me over. I'm here to help everyone, not just the campers." He patted Victor's back gently.

He sometimes felt bad for having beaten Victor as bad as he did. Jeremiah does not tolerate any criminal activity, and Victor was just on the wrong side of the law. Considering Victor's crimes were not as awful as other's maybe Jeremiah should have toned down the beating, but he can't go back in time to change that.

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#2014-07-06 23:01:59, as written by lizardheartstring

His concentration was broken by the silhouette of a girl in the shadows. Upon further inspection, Greg noticed that her hair was an unnatural shade of red, and she was casually leaning against a tree, her hands in her jean pockets. Even more, the girl's eyes were intensely staring in his direction. Clearly, she was watching him.

Greg hadn't bothered to learn her name, but he had seen her face around the camp many times before. In fact, this redhead, whoever she was, seemed to be everywhere. Obviously she had the spirit of the camp that Greg lacked. Either that, or she just liked to make her presence known. She was definitely doing that right now what with staring at him while he was just drinking his morning coffee and puffing away at a cigarette.

Eyes glaring back at hers, he blew gray smoke from out of his mouth, and straightened his posture. "Can I help you, miss?" he asked. His gruff voice sounded polite, yet slightly annoyed.
“You okay?” she called out. Greg was somewhat taken aback by this. Of all the things she could have said, she asked him if he was okay.
He put the cigarette back in his mouth, and puffed on it for a few seconds. "Dandy," he replied with slight sarcasm, "Better than I've felt in recent years."

Greg wasn't really in the mood to have a full-blown conversation with this girl, so he decided it was best to get her to move somewhere else. "Can you do me a favor?" he asked, "How 'bout you go tell Victor...or even Jeremiah that I'll meet up with everyone once combat lessons start." He furrowed his eyebrows, "Can you do that, please?"

Before Gregory Reach (or 'Ghost', as some people called him,) had appeared through the wall in front of Kitty, both Amira and Ross had talked to her about the combat training they would be experiencing later on.

“Practice makes perfect…trust me," Amira said, "I’ve gotten my butt whooped more often than not…just keep practicing...and don’t let the losses get to you.” With wide eyes and blushing red cheeks, Kitty nodded. It was nice of Amira to give encouragement and advice. After all, she seemed the type to have a lot of experience with combat. Still, Kitty had not intended for Amira to hear what she had said about her, and felt lucky that she hadn't said anything disrespectful.

Ross had then made a comment about how he tended to stick to tricks that used low energy instead of high energy. Kitty wasn't sure how that translated to her wind manipulation, but she nodded nontheless. After she had yelled in fear, Ross grabbed unto her forearm, steadying her in case she fell. Fortunately, she didn't, and so the young woman straightened up her posture, and started to laugh.

”Y'know, He knows how to make an entrance,” Ross said.
"Mmmhmm. Definitely. Almost pissed myself."
“Hey, now you can say your morning was entertaining.”
He smirked, and she gave a small chuckle while sipping down the last of her coffee. "Sure thing, Ross."

Once she was finished her breakfast, Kitty brought her trash over to the garbage can, waving to Noah when she passed him. His power was telekinesis - a power that Kitty had wanted ever since she was a kid. Her power granted her the ability to lift things using gusts of wind, but not lift them with the same formality that telekinesis implied. Deciding that it was better to do something than nothing, she entered the kitchen, seeing if there was cleaning to be done. She found Jacelyn helping out, and decided that she would do the same. "Hey Jace," she said brightly,
"What's up?"

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#2014-07-07 19:18:28, as written by Duct Tape

Ross Reid

Ross nodded goodbye to Kitty and woofed down the rest of his orange, carefully grabbing up all the peels and throwing them out. Following his stomach he grabbed a bowl, filling nearly the whole thing with eggs and topping it off with bacon and sausage. Lastly he grabbed two pieces of toast and shoved them into his mouth seeing that his bowl was completely full. Grabbing a fork he hurriedly went back to his seat. He wolfed down the food in mere minutes and leaned back to let his food settle as he let out a sigh.

With a stretch he cracked his knuckles, getting up he threw away his trash and left the cafeteria. Amira had just stormed away from Greg. If she was trying to hide her irritation it certainly wasn't working but that wasn’t any of his business. Either way Greg didn’t seem like the type of person to like talking to people and Ross knew better than to try and talk to people that didn’t have any desire to have a conversation.

He cracked each of fingers and headed back to his cabin figuring if the day was going to get started he should change out of pajamas. Though they are comfortable they don’t have the stretch for physical activity. He’s gone threw three pairs already from accidental slips or a misstep. Once out of the pajamas and into some jeans he headed out to the field where the training would be happening. Or atleast, where he figured they would be training.
When he got out there he sat down leaning back on a tree to take a nap. "I’m sure they won’t be out for a little. Time to catch some Z’s".

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#2014-07-08 07:01:40, as written by lizardheartstring

Greg stared at the girl for a moment, who looked as though she were about to punch a hole through the tree she had been leaning on. Electricity crackling in her eyes, she spoke in a furious tone that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

“Okay, first honey, rude. Very rude. Do I look like I’m wearing a cute little maid outfit?”
Honey? Greg raised a brow. He had asked for a favor, and she was yelling at him like he had insulted her. She gestured to herself in a way that made him freeze. Maybe she wasn't wearing a maid outfit, but she was wearing high-wedged boots - completely impractical to have on considering the fact that she was in the rough, rocky terrain known as the woods.
"Woah, woah...calm down..." he said, attempting to make her chill out, but her red hair only channeled a fiery temper as spoke.

“In case you can’t tell, the correct answer is no.” She took a deep breath, “I get that this whole power thing is tough….life as a general rule kinda sucks sometimes, let alone adding the freak moments that happen to us…."
Like the one that was happening now.
"...but you know what, shit happens. You want to pout like a little boy, that’s fine, but there is no need to be rude to someone who’s just trying to help.”

Help? Greg quickly rolled his eyes. It was funny, because she could have helped him if she hadn't gone on into an incoherent rampage. Clearly, she had taken his honesty as something else. She was just another person who couldn't handle his blunt nature, and he was not impacted by her superfluous rant in the slightest. Greg put the cigarette back in his mouth, and took the rest of her scolding with a fake smile. She thought she knew him, but she didn't know the half of him. He'd gone through the reprimands of people much worse than her.

“Oh and….piece of advice? Try and play nice once in a while little boy.”
And with that, Amira Devaroh stormed off with a cloud of dust trailing behind her black-wedged boots. Greg desperately hoped that she'd trip over a damn tree root or something on her way to wherever she was going.
"Thanks. Appreciate it, ginger!" he called out to her. What a great way to start his morning. Gregory Reach had made yet another enemy. He was starting to wonder if he should make a list.

He got up, reached his hand over to the water, and wet his long, blonde hair and forehead. The coolness of the creek washed over his burning anger, and he became somewhat stable again. He looked behind him into the forest as though he were expecting someone. Nobody was there, so he sat back down again. Cigarette still in hand, Greg looked down at is reflection in the water. Something similar to sorrow overcame him, and he slowly shook his head.

"Can't you see, kid," he murmured, "There's no reward in playing nice these days."

Jace smiled widely at Kitty. "Good morning!" she said, her hands covered in soap, "I'm just helping my friends with the kitchen. Do you... want to help?" Taking the sponge that Jace held out to her, she gave the eighteen-year-old a toothy grin. "Of course."

With a spring in her step, Kitty made her way over to the sink, and started to scrub various plates and utensils. It was fun to watch the commotion in the cafeteria while washing everything. James Stone had entered the cafeteria, and Jeremiah had tried to pair him up with Noah, causing James to storm off in a sudden uproar. When this happened, Kitty looked back down towards the plate she had been vigorously scrubbing, not wanting to catch anyone's glances.

"Tell me honestly." Jace said, breaking the silence, "Don't lie to me. What do you think of my brother?"

Jace was staring at her dead in the eye. She froze for a moment, and then opened her mouth to say something.

"Well, I..."

Suddenly, Victor marched in. "Ah! There you are, Jace." he said, "Just droppin' this stuff off. Oh, by the way, I don't think we're gonna spar with Jer's campers. Doesn't seem too fair, pitting the mobility type people against the strength ones. 'Sides, I've never had a fair fight in my life, and odds ain't lookin' so good for the rest of 'em to be fair either."
He dropped his plate off to the side of the stack of dirty ones, and placed his fork down haphazardly with the rest of them. Then, he glanced towards Kitty, and gave her a small shrug in apology for barging in on her and Jace's conversation. Being the mellow person that she was, she flashed a well-intentioned half-smile towards Victor, showing him that there was no need to ask for forgiveness, as he hadn't interrupted anything of great importance. At least, not yet.

Assuming that the mentor would leave soon, she continued from where she had left off.
"Unfortunately," she began, "I don't think I've seen enough of him to give the most analyzed, correct opinion. Caidence is my mentor, and so I've never really gotten the chance to have a legitimate conversation with him..." She placed the last of the dishes on top of a stack she had formed, and began shooting jets of air at each of the plates and utensils, blowing them dry. "However, from what I've seen, I can tell that he cares about the welfare of those below him...as any good leader should."

She gave a gentle smile as she continued to work. "He's a vigilante...He is a vigilante, right?"she asked Jace, glancing at her for a brief second. "My mom being a crime-fighter herself, I know how busy and stressful it must be. Putting your life on the line every day to save people you don't even know..." She shook her head in amazement. Kitty was done drying the dishes and utensils, and was putting them back in the cabinets and drawers where they belonged. She froze for a second, looking somewhat dismal, but then subtly shrugged it off and carried on with what she was doing.

"The fact that your brother is taking the time out of his career to train people just like him is extremely generous...honorable, even..." she said, turning around to face the girl behind her, "So I guess because of that, it's safe to say that we need more Jeremiahs in this world."

She smiled at Jace for a few moments, and let the words she had said sink in. Finally, she walked over back to the sink, slapping her hands together and cracking her knuckles. "So, if we're done or when we're done, I think I'm going to go outside and do some tree-climbing. I have to practice for...combat..." Kitty sighed, suddenly feeling the butterflies she had suppressed flitting their way back into her stomach. "Would you like to come with me?" she asked Jace with a smile, "I heard you're not so bad at climbing trees, yourself!"

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#2014-07-11 06:22:39, as written by lizardheartstring

It was about that time where Greg was finally done smoking his cigarette and gazing out at the uneventful waters of the creek. Instinctively, he pushed the butt of his cancer stick into the dirt, putting it out, and then threw it behind him into the woods. He then stared down next to his legs, realizing that he still had a half-empty cup of coffee. Knowing that he'd have to get rid of it eventually, Greg decided to journey back down to the cafeteria. Perhaps he could find out what danger he'd be putting himself into today.

After walking over the creek once again, he spotted the redheaded girl standing by herself in the middle of an open grassy area. He stared at her for a moment, away from her eyesight. She stood there for about a minute, and then made her way towards the direction of the forest. Greg was confused as to why she was there, but after reading a bulletin board nearby, he could guess why.

The schedule said that they'd be having combat training today. The young man rolled his eyes; if there was one thing he wasn't in the mood to do, it was fight against amateur kids with little to no control over their powers. It's not that he was confident about winning. In fact, his mind didn't even think about winning any fights. Greg just didn't want to hurt anyone too badly. He understood the damage he was capable of dealing, and because of that, he knew he'd be a tough opponent. He hoped people would be able to catch up to him.

By the time he had reached the cafeteria, his cup of coffee had been emptied. "Excuse me," he said to the stoic Brennan Doyle, passing him in order to reach the garbage can. After disposing his paper cup, Greg found his mentor, Victor, stationed over by the kitchen. He approached him, his hands in his pockets while he sauntered over to his mentor's side.

"Victor," he said, "Can you explain the protocol for the combat training we are going to be receiving today? How exactly will it work? I just want to know who up going to be up against."

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#2014-07-12 04:15:33, as written by Sonohra

Jace was surprised to see Victor come to talk to them... He usually stayed away from her, but she welcomed his greeting with a smile. "Ah! There you are, Jace. Just droppin' this stuff off. Oh, by the way, I don't think we're gonna spar with Jer's campers. Doesn't seem too fair, pitting the mobility type people against the strength ones. 'Sides, I've never had a fair fight in my life, and odds ain't lookin' so good for the rest of 'em to be fair either." She snickered at that. She new that teleporting was a cheap way of winning a fight, but to be honest, it takes a long time to get used to the power.

"Unfortunately," Kitty began, making Jace give her attention back to Kitty, "I don't think I've seen enough of him to give the most analyzed, correct opinion. Caidence is my mentor, and so I've never really gotten the chance to have a legitimate conversation with him..." Jace watched her placed the last of the dishes on top of a stack she had formed while they were there, and began shooting jets of air at each of the plates and utensils, blowing them dry. Jace jumped into help, handing her the dishes to be dried. "However, from what I've seen, I can tell that he cares about the welfare of those below him...as any good leader should."

She gave a gentle smile as she continued to clean. "He's a vigilante...He is a vigilante, right?"she asked Jace, glancing at her for a brief second. Jace nodded as Kitty continued to speak. "My mom being a crime-fighter herself, I know how busy and stressful it must be. Putting your life on the line every day to save people you don't even know..." She shook her head in amazement. Kitty was done drying the dishes and utensils, and was putting them back in the cabinets and drawers where they belonged. Jace watched her pause for a moment, before she continued on her way.

"The fact that your brother is taking the time out of his career to train people just like him is extremely generous...honorable, even..." Kitty said, turning around to face Jace, "So I guess because of that, it's safe to say that we need more Jeremiahs in this world."

She smiled at Jace for a few moments, and let the words she had said sink in. Jace was glad to hear such kind words of her brother. She had never actually thought of his brother in those terms of honorable and generous, but everyone saw him in a different light. Jace smiled as Kitty walked toward her. "So, if we're done or when we're done, I think I'm going to go outside and do some tree-climbing. I have to practice for...combat...Would you like to come with me?" she asked Jace with a smile, "I heard you're not so bad at climbing trees, yourself!"

Jace would have loved to go, but she knew that being late for combat training, even by a minute, would end badly with her brother. She bit her lip and shook her head. "I would really want to," She replied, shifting her wait side to side every few seconds, "but I really can't be late to combat practice. My brother would kill me... We can go later!" She said optimistically. "During lunch. We grab a quick bite to eat, and head out."

Jace started making her way out of the kitchen in a slow wobbly walk. She hoped that Kitty would follow and they would head to combat training together. "It'll be nice to go hang out with you."

"I don't know old man. But you can keep your condescending attitude and your hands to yourself next time." James said before storming off. Jeremiah heaved a heavy sigh. He fucked up again. He always did with making good first and just genereal impressions on others. He tried to help, but really sucked at it.

"I don't think that friendship's going to work out," Jeremiah looked up at Noah. "He doesn't seem too keen on the idea." Maybe he should start drinking coffee.... or some energy drink of some sort. He was going to need it later today. He was on a bad foot with James and Noah.

"And I'm not quiet, just tired. I'm still adjusting to the time difference," Noah continued. Oh yeah.... Jeremiah completely forgot that these kids came from different parts of America... and sometimes the world. "I'm sorry to have bothered you this early in the morning. Sometimes I forget that it's not my play to say who should and should not be friends." Jeremiah said before leaving the table without another word. Jer's only hope now was that James would not hold a grudge. Noah seemed a little softer and probably would not hold too big of a grudge, but James seemed incredibly upset.

Tip number one for dealing with James, do not force him into awkward situations.

He headed outside to prepare for training. He headed to the grassy plain, and saw Victor glancing at his phone. But he stopped, seeing bright red in the trees. It was Amira for sure. He jogged over, seeing her as she leaned against a tree. She seemed exhausted and worn out. Nothing like she was this morning.

He walked to her, tapped her shoulder and spoke softly. "Everything alright, Amira? Ar you okay to go to training or you need tot take a break?" Jeremiah was always sensitive around girls. He never new if they were on that time of the month or if it was something else. He learned through his sister that it was better to be safe than sorry.

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