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Kitty Fetzer

"Well, this is awkward."

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a character in “Boot Camp for Heroes”, as played by lizardheartstring

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{"Time is precious. Make sure to waste it wisely." }




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Full Name
Katherine Joan Fetzer

Nickname
Because she doesn't think she's "mature" enough to go with the nickname 'Kat', she has people call her 'Kitty' instead. 'Kit' is also acceptable, as long as it's used on a good day.

Gender
Female

Age
24

Orientation
Claims to be sapiosexual.

Role:
Camper





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Quirks
▪ Has gum or a mint in her mouth 75% of the time.
▪ Plays on her blue DS whenever she is bored.
▪ Writes with her left hand, but does everything else with her right.
▪ Believes in Bigfoot, aliens, ghosts, and demonic possession.
▪ Learns the lyrics to rap songs in her spare time.

Hobbies
Since high school, Kitty has been in multiple bands and music groups. She's a powerhouse singer, (most likely because of her own power,) and so she's in high demand in the music industry. She can also play keyboard pretty well, and is starting to learn bass guitar. Besides music, Kitty has many other quirky hobbies. She is a pro at origami and juggling, writes on her blog, learns new languages, and enjoys surfing/skateboarding. She also knows a lot about video game-related trivia.

Strengths
⚘ Agile, flexible, athletic, and has an amazing sense of balance. ⚘
⚘ Exceptional singer/musician. ⚘
⚘ Talented chef. "It's 'cause I'm Portugese!"

Weaknesses
⚘ Slightly gullible - trusts too easily. ⚘
⚘ She may be acrobatic and flexible, but she is in no way a master of combat. ⚘
⚘ Still occasionally gets panic attacks and outbursts of PTSD. ⚘
⚘ Refuses to hurt any animal or insect, even if it is hostile. ⚘

Fears
ø Amnesia and mind-control ø
ø The death of loved ones ø
ø Tight spaces ø
ø To some extent, rejection ø

Power
Wind/Air Manipulation - The daughter of crime-fighter Marion March, a famous superpowered vigilante, Kitty is able to control air and wind just like her mother. She can create gusts and whirlwinds, and can use air to propel herself to great heights. She can become immune to electricity by using air to insulate it. However, if an electricity manipulator can use electrons to detonate the various compound molecules within the air, she can be overwhelmed. Also, fire manipulators have an advantage against her, as air can make flames stronger.





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Personality

{| Energetic | Mellow | Quirky | Daring | Dynamic | Funny |}


Kitty Fetzer is a very funny human being; when she first enters a new area with new people and new places, she'll be quiet, contained, and introverted. Then she'll get comfortable with people, and all of a sudden, she won't stop talking. Kitty is and always has been the wisecracker. She's goofy, daring, spirited, and quirky - never failing to make herself look like a klutz in front of people.

The great thing about Kitty is that she's not as stupid as she makes herself seem. She's a fast learner, and can pick up new concepts rather quickly. Although she tends to slack more than she works, (as she does have a somewhat laid-back attitude,) she truly can achieve something if she sets her mind to it. She's always adding new talents to the list of the stuff she can do, and she intends to expand that list until the day she dies. Although she doesn't seem like the type, Kitty is actually a very spiritual and emotional person. Being an artist, she likes to empathize with people, and get into the mind of others. She even meditates in order to find balance in her own life. Although she gives out good advice, she very seldom takes her own.

Not too long ago, Kitty used to experience severe depression. She'd have random panic attacks whenever she was out in public, and suffered from an inferiority complex. She has moved on - Kitty is a lot more confident, outgoing, cheerful, and ambitious. Still, there is a dark, gloomy side to her that will come out periodically - usually when she's grieving over something or when she's stressed. She's tried to keep this other side of herself at bay by remembering that she is not her emotions, and that people do in fact care about her. By helping others, she can distract herself from negativity, and focus on the happiness that surrounds her. Still, it's hard to remember these things whenever she's in the middle of a random panic attack...

Being energetic and somewhat fast-paced, there can be times when Kitty will rush into things without thinking. Sometimes her mouth will run faster than her mind, and so she'll offend people without really intending to. Still, she'll find nifty ways to move on from her flaws, and in the end, Kitty will learn from her mistakes.





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Theme Song
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Wake up
Wake up

Too young to be scared
Optimistic, tell the truth she don't care
Locks her lips, she ke-ga-go ke-ga-go
She got over my head
So wake up you dreamy boy
You're harnessing a giant
And you're painting on my wings
In red paint and my wings are feather white
Police sirens up
So you're an angel true in a movie down my street

Wake up, Danny boy, there's a world outside
A world outside, a world outside
Wake up, Danny boy, there's a world outside
A world outside your window
Wake up

You can't force change or change your path
You just have to walk on it, the woods at night
With red walls, leisurely slow, no one sees you moving but you
So long my friends
I think it's time you try again
So wake up, wake up

Wake up, Danny boy, there's a world outside
A world outside, a world outside
Wake up, Danny boy, there's a world outside
A world outside your window

A world outside, a world outside
Wake up, Danny boy, there's a world outside
A world outside your window
Your window, your window

Wake up
Wake up

Wake up, Danny boy, there's a world outside
A world outside, a world outside
Wake up, Danny boy, there's a world outside
A world outside your window

A world outside, a world outside
Wake up, Danny boy, there's a world outside
A world outside your window
Your window, your window

So begins...

Kitty Fetzer's Story

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Character Portrait: Patricia Amelia Carmichael Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Finnian Andrius Carmichael Character Portrait: Arabella Esstence Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer
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Amira ‘Red’ Devaroh
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Amira was up by 5:35 am. Meditation passed the half an hour or so she had to kill. Even though she had been at camp for several years she did not leave the cabin until 6:00 am on the dot. Better to not piss off Jeremiah on the first day back. Dressed in black shorts, a white tank, and grey running shoes with her hair pulled up she headed out on her morning jog. She had been cutting out this path in the woods for three years now. She knew where every fallen log, every rocky ledge, and every vine infested part of the trail was. She could almost run her path with her eyes closed. She took deep even breaths as she picked up her pace, sweat beading on her forehead. She spotted her old cedar tree with a slight indent in the middle and grinned. This is where her trail got fun. About a year and a half back she had started picking up parkour...and now she incorporated it into her run every morning. She ran up the tree, using her momentum she pushed off the center indent and grabbed a branch, swung around twice Olympic style and landed on another branch. She felt it bow under her weight and sighed.

"Couldn't have gained that much..." She grumbled to herself as she shot forward jumping for another branch, then swinging from another. She loved her morning run and was fairly proud of her athletic abilities. After a half an hour of branch bouncing she landed lightly on the ground and continued on her run.

Amira only stopped her run for one thing, the relatively large creek a little further than halfway through her run. She paused long enough to wash herself down in the stream, braid her hair and catch her breath....and then she was off again. When she got to the end of her route, at the edge of camp, she started her cool down stretches.

Checking her watch she smiled. It was only 7:00 am. A new record for her.

Amira spotted Jeremiah and waved but didn't bother trying to make conversation. He was busy and she wasn't much of a talker in the morning...in her opinion, it would be a perfect world if everyone only hugged and drank coffee before 10:00 am.

Amira finished her stretches and went to her cabin. She changed into a black Godsmack v neck tee, a pair of skinny jeans and her wedge boots and headed to the kitchen. She liked to help out in making the food when she could.

"Hey guys" She called to the staff. She got a warm welcome back of hugs and pats on the back before she started making breakfast with the rest of the staff.

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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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Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells Character Portrait: Victor Artoras Character Portrait: Ross Reid Character Portrait: Amira 'Red' Devaroh
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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.










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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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Ross took his orange, turned it to a spot he liked and bit into it breaking the skin. There was nothing like the tart taste of an orange peel to wake you up. Making a face he put the peel in a napkin and took a couple sips of water to get the tart taste out of his mouth. Looking around the cafeteria he noticed some others piling in, Jeremiah was over talking to Amira and Jace was here. Fast eater he figured.

As he was peeling the rest of the orange Kitty, another camper, came over and leaned against the wall "Morrrrnin'," she said, addressing him with a giddy smirk. "Saw you fall on the way in...how much booze did you drink this morning?"

He nodded to her with a slight laugh “Well, what can I say? I am naturally talented at making an entrance.” he joked peeling the rest of his orange with his thumbs. “So, has your morning been? Has it been as . . . entertaining as mine?”

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“Well, what can I say?" Ross replied in the same joking manner, "I am naturally talented at making an entrance.”
Kitty snorted. "Suuuure. It's okay Ross. I'm so clumsy, I trip up the stairs half the time."
She took another sip of coffee, brushing thick pieces of messy hair away from her face. With every drop of coffee that entered through her lips, Kitty became more alert and awake.

She couldn't help but notice how big Ross's thumbs were as he used them to peel his orange. “So, how has your morning been? Has it been as . . . entertaining as mine?” he asked. She scrunched her nose and lips together, thinking of something witty to say, but coming up with nothing.
"Meh...not really. Mostly spent the morning skipping stones in the creek. I did see a duck, though." She took a bite out of her muffin, and gazed around, watching everyone eat. Out of all the people in the camp, she enjoyed talking to Ross the most. He wasn't the strongest, or the most physically fit, or the most determined. That's why she liked him. He wasn't a perfectionist - he was laid-back, and relatable. Perhaps the most realistic out of all of the people in the small camp.

She sighed, "So I don't know about you, Ross, but I heard that today we're doing combat training, and I'm really nervous." Kitty took another bite of her muffin, and started to talk while chewing, "In America, I'm what you would call a fat ass, so I'm probably gonna get whooped by these super athletic people." She swallowed, and then continued, "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..."

Kitty started to think to herself. Maybe she didn't quite know how to properly throw a punch, but she was somewhat flexible. She could do a backflip, and was able to balance herself on a tightrope, thanks to her mother. (Who had used her own wind powers to perform in the circus during her childhood.) Still, wind manipulation wasn't considered to be as powerful as some of the other powers the other campers and mentors possessed...

Suddenly, Kitty's eyes widened in horror as a disembodied arm appeared on the wall next to her. "AAAAH!" she yelped, placing a hand on Ross's chair as she toppled backwards in fear. She watched closely as the arm passed through the wall. Suddenly, she caught the gaze of a man with silver-white hair, and a natural-looking scowl plastered upon his face.




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The man did not look back at the girl in front of him. Instead, he continued on his way, giving an other-worldy expression as though he were following some sort of predetermined path.

He grabbed a paper cup, poured himself some coffee, and then slowly turned. He walked past the rest of the food, as he was not intending on eating any breakfast. Instead, he phased through the wall nearest to him, just like he had done before. He was sure that the campers, as well as the mentors, would not mind his absence from the cafeteria. In fact, he was sure that some of them would take relief in the fact that he wasn't present at all.

Once outside, Gregory Reach made his way over to the creek, where he had spent the morning whittling away at a block of wood. Whittling was something Greg had always been interested in, but had never made an attempt to do in the past. A close friend had recommended it to him, as they told him it would relieve the ever-present stress he was constantly feeling. Everyone had their crosses to bear, and Greg treated his cross like it was the heaviest object in the world. Wood-carving did in fact help to diminish his mind-numbing stress, but that still wouldn't stop him from smoking whenever he felt like it.

Using his powers, Greg walked over the waters of the creek as though the creek itself were a flat surface. On the other side, he sat under the shade of a tree, and swigged his coffee down with a few long sips. Once finished, he produced a box of cigarettes, took one out, and started to light it. He sat there, blowing out the smoke from his mouth. It was the first time in a long time where he was able to carefully watch life pass by him. For a few good seconds, his mind was at something close to peace. And then all the memories came flooding back, and Greg was simply staring at nothing but a winding creek once again.

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Amira ‘Red’ Devaroh
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"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." Jeremiah countered. Amira smiled at him as 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.

Butterflied burst into her tummy but Amira immediately squished them.

‘none of that’ she chastised herself as she downed the last of her coffee.

“Guess I’m either a glutton for punishment….or I’ve secretly become a badass ninja…you’ll just have to wait and see.” Amira said with a smirk and a giggle as she stood and stretched.

“So I don't know about you, Ross, but I heard that today we're doing combat training, and I'm really nervous.…Amira over there would be like trying to beat a red-haired clone of yourself..." Amira heard snatches of conversation coming from the girl, Kitty, and Ross. Amira grinned. So her reputation preceded her. She felt a little bad that the girl was nervous. In all honesty Amira rarely used her powers in hand to hand because it usually cause her more trouble than not. Just because she could copy the power didn’t always mean she knew how to use them properly….and that could be dangerous.

“Practice makes perfect…trust me, I’ve gotten my butt whooped more often than not…just keep practicing...and don’t let the losses get to you.” She called over to Kitty, trying to encourage her. Just then she heard the girl yell. Amira watched as Gregory entered and exited the cafeteria without a word.

“He really needs to lighten up…” Amira said with a shake of her head. She knew what it meant to have burdens, and knew she was in no position to judge considering the shape she was in when she first came here ….and she only hoped Gregory would open up like she had. Then again she had had Jeremiah to help her cope…maybe she could help him like Jeremiah had helped her….

“Hey Jeremiah ill 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.

“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.
She started on the path she knew he had taken because she used to take the same path to the creek. It only took her a few minutes to spot him on the other side. He was staring off into space. Amira put her hands in her pockets and leaned against a tree. She just watched him for a moment.

“You okay?” she called as she stood on the edge of the bank.

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Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells Character Portrait: Victor Artoras
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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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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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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?"




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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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The food had already been out for a little while before Noah decided to actually eat. he lazily pushed himself up from the table and shuffled his way over to the food. He wasn't hungry though he knew with combat training first he would need at least a bit of energy. Hand-to-hand combat was something that Noah was not particularly good at. Granted he was pretty quick and had a good amount of flexibility but he wasn't very strong. On his own he wasn't necessarily small though being compared to the other guys was a different story. Despite this he figured that he might be able to find something that he can use his telekinesis on to help him.

Once he had gotten back to the table he was at before, he started to slowly eat the apple he had gotten. It didn't take him very long to finish the apple, only a couple of minutes. He tossed the core into the garbage can a few feet away from him and took out a coin from his pocket. He had sort of developed a habit of passing a coin through the spaces between his fingers when he got bored. By now he could do it without thinking about it. He waved back to Kitty as she went to throw her trash away then his eyes fixated on a spot on the wall. That was another thing he would do. When he wasn't occupied with something his mind would sort of drift off and he would just stare at a random spot. This has caused quite a few awkward moments at times when he's accidentally stared at someone else. After a minute he forced himself to look away from the wall and blink as he put the coin back into his pocket.

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Jace looked up, hearing her name being called. "Hey Jace," A girl's voiced called out brightly, "What's up?" Jace turned to see that it was Kitty. She smiled wide in reply.

"Good morning!" She looked down at her soap covered hands and the back to Kitty. "I'm just helping my friends with the kitchen. Do you... want to help?" Jace held out a sponge for Kitty to take.

She looked into the cafeteria to see new kids had come in. James, Noah, Gregory... Jace went back to her dishes as she watched her older brother talk to Amira... She knew Amira liked her brother, and she hoped that Jeremiah would get the hint. She turned to Kitty. "Tell me honestly. Don't lie to me. What do you think of my brother?"

She wanted to know if Amira was the only one who liked Jer, or just everyone else was really good at hiding it. Jace put down the plate she was cleaning and turned off the facet, then turned to look Kitty dead in the eye.









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Jer saw James walk in and sit by himself, and looking again, he saw Noah alone as well. Jeremiah smiled and patted Victor on the back and said, "Gotta go be camp head right now, so see you at training," before walking off. He walked to James, talking his plate form in front of him with one hand and grabbing his chair, with him on it, with the other hand.

He lifted the chair and set him down next to Noah. Jeremiah placed James' food on the table and then sat across from them. He smiled at them. "James, this is Noah. Noah, this is James. You both know me." He began to say. "I have watched the two of you for a while now, and you are both very quiet, but I feel like the two of you would make good friends."

Jeremiah looked at James specifically, being that Jer was his mentor. He really did feel that these two could be good friends. From what he knew of them anyway. He didn't want anyone suffering through this camp. It was supposed to be a relief from those who would mock them for their powers. These two kids were a little easier than Gregory. These two were just shy and quiet. Gregory is just completely distant and reserved. "What do you think, kids?"

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Victor shook his head, coming back into focus just in time to hear Jeremiah excuse himself. "Huh? Yeah, you got this. Go do... whatever, chummer. You da best." He muttered vaguely, waving with his free hand as he scooped up the last forkful of his meal and popped it in his mouth. "Hm. Fight like me. How am I supposed to show that off? Hide until the last second and drop on somebody? I don't have much of a style, more a good chance at taking a cheap shot every now and then. Eh, I'll figure it out." Victor contemplated, chewing slowly and staring off into space. He downed his cup of coffee, grimacing slightly at how cold it had gotten, and rose with his plate. "I probably ought to at least try and find Jace and let her know we probably won't be sparring with Jer's campers. Don't want someone gettin' hit with a thing they ain't prepared for." Victor continued in his head, ambling in the direction of the kitchen and dropping his empty cup in the trash.

The light from the fixtures above him streamed through his sunglasses, making him grimace again in spite of himself. He approached the kitchen, pushing the door open with his shoulder and making a beeline for a stack of dirty dishes near Kitty and... "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." Victor called out, barging in to Jace and Kitty's conversation without a hint of remorse in his voice. 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. Victor glanced at Kitty and gave her a small shrug by way of apology, though he knew it probably wouldn't count for much if they were in the midst of a serious discussion.

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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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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."




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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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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."









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"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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“Excuse me,” a male camper said to Brennan, passing him on his way into the cafeteria. At the very moment the camper passed him, Brennan could feel that he wasn’t a morning person. It seemed that the camper had a not-so-ideal morning, for spreading through every inch of Brennan was now a sense of certain gloom. It wasn’t that the other camper seemed to be extremely sad about something, but rather there was an indifference he had for the world around him that caused him to see little joy in it. ”What a great way to start off the morning,” Brennan thought to himself as that same indifference now possessed him. This indifference was tenfold because, even without feeling the camper’s emotions, Brennan was a fairly stoic and indifferent guy. Plus, the man’s slightly sarcastic personality was adding to Brennan’s own slightly sarcastic personality, which was, of course, just making Brennan’s morning sooooo much better.

Fortunately, this experience didn’t last. As soon as the man past by him, the feelings he had just conveyed through Brennan had quickly dissipated. It was only when Brennan chose to follow the camper that he began feeling those same feelings once again.

“Victor,” the camper said to another man, “Can you explain the protocol for the combat training we are going to be receiving today?”

“Perfect,” Brennan thought. This would be his chance to figure out what exactly was going to transpire during combat training.

Victor, whom Brennan assumed to be a mentor, looked back at the other man and said, “Eh? Oh! Right, training. I haven’t fully figured out what exactly it is we’ll be doing today, but I know we won’t be going up against Jeremiah’s campers if I can avoid it.”

“I guess that’s a good thing,” Brennan said in his head.

After Victor was done explaining the combat training to the camper (whose name Brennan learned to be Ghost), the mentor glanced up towards a clock, bid farewell, and suddenly disappeared into a wall. “Woah,” Brennan thought to himself. He was so impressed that he almost said his little mental exclamation out loud.

With the mentor gone and Brennan fairly informed about the details of the upcoming sparring session, he realized that the room Victor just left out of was the kitchen. Brennan stepped through the door, hoping there would be some left over food. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see any food. Instead, he saw a pair of campers just finishing the dishes, who Brennan suddenly realized were also just having a conversation. “Whoops,” Brennan thought silently, getting out of the way of the girl walking out of the kitchen. Since the food was gone and there seemed to be nothing left to do dishes-wise, Brennan thought he might as well wait to follow one of the campers who possibly knew their way around and would be making their way to the sparring field in a few minutes. Therefore, he waited outside the kitchen for the campers to start making their way out. Fortunately, for Brennan, the two campers in the kitchen both seemed to be in fairly good moods, and that put Brennan in a fairly good mood as well. Hopefully, it would counteract the feelings Brennan was receiving from Ghost. Otherwise, Brennan’s new combat tactic would be to kill people with his excess amount of sarcasm.