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Luka

"Just relax."

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a character in “Detached Strings”, as played by Eisling

Description

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Luka

Nickname:
Just Luka

Age:
Nineteen

Role:
Tamer

Partner:
Ren

Inhuman Abilities:
†Hemokinesis: This ability allows him to control the flow of an individual's blood. With it he can do a myriad of things, ranging from incapacitation to death. There are a few drawbacks to the gift though. It takes a great deal of his strength away to use it in a fight. Using it, even for a short amount of time, results in headaches and fatigue. The longer he uses it, and the exact way he does, continually draws on his energy. Certain tricks take larger amounts of his strength and require varying lengths of concentration. The better he can focus, the more effective the attack. Loud noises, among other things, can affect the severity of his attacks. Aside from that, if he were to do something such as restrict blood flow to a target's brain long enough to cause death, that would leave him almost completely drained of energy with a severe headache.
→Incapacitation; by restricting blood flow to the brain, he can cause someone to faint.
→Temporary Blindness; by restricting blood flow in the optical nerve, he can cause someone to temporarily go blind.
→Heart Attack; by restricting blood flow in the arteries, he can cause someone to have a heart attack.

Weapons:
†Thread: Luka's only weapon is a long, sharp thread that is thin enough to be missed by the human eye. It is incredibly sharp and can easily slice right through skin. He'll usually use it to set up a trap for someone. If he happens to be in the middle of a fight, he'll start performing seemingly useless maneuvers, this is how he sets the thread up for his opponent with them thinking that he's just moving all over the place.

Personality:
Generally soft-spoken, Luka is a very quiet individual. He is very relaxed and good at keeping his composure in most situations, that's what makes him a good Tamer. He doesn't lose his temper and fly off the handle, he takes all sorts of situations in stride, thinking through problems and having the unique ability to keep his stress levels down. Even during a fight, or some other time, where things can get pretty hectic, he is normally very collected. This isn't something that he developed from being trained to be a Tamer, he acted the exact same way before all of the experimenting, whatever that life was like. It isn't easy to tell when he is bothered by something because his facial expression hardly ever changes. He always looks so held-together, so during those times when something pressing is weighing heavy on his mind, you wouldn't really be able to tell unless he says something about it. He often seeks out discreet ways to deal with his problems, never involving someone else in on his internal affairs. He doesn't see a point in voicing his problems to the group and putting any unnecessary stress on them. What's the point if he can work through them on his own? Of course, if he happened to have a gaping hole in his stomach, or something else life-threatening, he might be more inclined to talk about his problems. He's a very reliable person, especially for his assassin. No matter what time it is, the circumstances, or small reason, he makes sure he's always available for him. That's his job after all, to calm the assassin down when needed. So, he's always around to help whenever needed. He doesn't usually hesitate to help someone else unless his assassin already needs him, he doesn't want to risk there being a moment when he fails to do his job. He might not speak a lot or express any vivid emotions, but he's pretty friendly and easy to get along with.


Theme Song:

Bird Song by Florence + The Machine
Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by.
Saw what I'd done. He set up a nest outside,
and he sang about what I'd become.
He sang so loud, sang so clear.
I was afraid all the neighbours would hear,
So I invited him in, just to reason with him.
I promised I wouldn't do it again.

But he sang louder and louder inside the house,
And no I couldn't get him out.
So I trapped him under a cardboard box.
stood on it to make him stop.
I picked up the bird and above the din I said
"That's the last song you'll ever sing".
Held him down, broke his neck,
Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget.

But in my dreams began to creep
that old familiar tweet tweet tweet

I opened my mouth to scream and shout,
I waved my arms and flapped about.
But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout,
couldn't scream and I couldn't shout.

I opened my mouth to scream and shout
waved my arms and flapped about
But I couldn't scream I couldn't shout,
The song was coming from my mouth.
From my mouth,
From my mouth,
From my mouth.

From my mouth,
From my mouth,
From my mouth,
From my mouth.

From my mouth.
From my mouth.
From my mouth.
From my mouth.

From my mouth,
From my mouth,
From my mouth,
From my mouth.

Anything Else?
Nothing at this moment

So begins...

Luka's Story

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Luka

The corridor was eerily quiet. Regardless of the horror that awaited him at the other end of the hall, he followed the familiar acrid smell all the way to its source. It was relatively dark and every so often the sound of something being dragged across the floor seized his attention and caused the boy to freeze mid step. Normally any sane person would be looking for the nearest escape route, not going closer towards the terror. It wasn't as simple as that for him; everyone was missing, Ren and the others. He couldn't remember how they got separated, his mind drew a painful blank whenever he tried to think past being in the hallway. The lights flickered overhead and his attention was called back to reality. As quietly as possible, he drew closer to where the scent of blood was coming from. Around the corner the wall was lit with an orange glow, fire. Now his senses were assaulted by another odor, the smell of burning flesh. A ripple of raw panic tore through him and now he took off running around the corner. He tried to stop again but was too late, he slipped on something wet and fell forward, met by a large pile of burning bodies. He recognized all of their faces, the ones he escaped from the facility with. They were all dead.

Luka's sapphire eyes snapped open then closed in the next second. It was just a nightmare. He could've sworn he could still smell the smoke and blood. He let the silence around him reassure him that it wasn't real. His breathing evened out as he accepted that the horror he just experienced was a lie. He sat up in his bed and scanned the small area that made up his room. It might've been a little strange to others, but he preferred smaller spaces. It was easier to know what was around him. It made him feel comfortable. Lately, there weren't many reasons to feel paranoid. It seemed the group put a considerable distance between themselves and those that were trying to hunt them down. Their last encounter was over a month ago and it ended with the hunters all be annihilated. Luka wasn't sure what they were really trying to by sending an 8-man team. They were experienced fighters, but they were outnumbered. It didn't make since, surely they knew they would get taken out right? He'd been thinking about that for a few days after the fight, but let it slip from his mind after a few uneventful days went by. They established themselves in a warehouse on the outskirts of Avantia that was big enough to house all of them comfortably. Maybe Luka should be worrying more about how long their temporary peace will last, but that just wasn't a part of his character. Instead of living in fear, he chose to enjoy the time they had to relax.

He liked things this way. The assassins didn't have as many psychotic episodes when they didn't have to fight for survival every two seconds. It made looking after Ren easier, not that Luka really minded, he liked being helpful. It made him feel like he had a purpose. He had no past, or at least, he couldn't remember one bit of what his life used to be like. If he didn't have Ren to help when he needed him, or the others to fight crazed scientist with, what would he do? Other than causing heart attacks and killing, he didn't have any other spectacular skills to live off of. Once they got rid of the entire underground corporation that was bent on their extermination, he hoped he'd find something else productive to occupy his time.

It was hard to figure out what time it was considering the slums seemed to be perpetually cloudy. He was accustomed to waking up early in the morning, so he knew it couldn't have been but so late. And with that, he walked through his morning ritual of making himself presentable. Unfortunately, he didn't have much of a wardrobe to choose from, just a few items he managed to acquire over the past few things. Regardless of material possessions he owned, or lack thereof, he always kept himself groomed and clean. Everything except for his raven hair, he couldn't bring himself to cut it, so it was always unkempt. Soon Luka felt refreshed and new, the memory of that horrible nightmare long gone. He wasn't sure who was awake yet, if anyone at all, but he still made his way downstairs to drift through the kitchen in search of something edible. Eventually, as he always did, Luka would check on Ren.

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Ember padded bear foot in the growing light of the morning. She breathed in the rather frigid air watching as the small gush of white steam billowed out from her breath. She allowed herself a tight smile. She was alone. She could afford it. She brushed away a dark wisp of hair from her eyes with her gloved hand as she came within sight of the abandoned warehouse. Her smile disappeared. She was close enough for someone to see her if they glanced through one of the cracked, grime covered windows.
She stopped, glancing behind her making sure she was alone before continuing to the entrance. She gently reached up to her neck, curiously fingering her new object. The simple silver ring hung from a delicate chain around her neck. It's cold metallic look held some sort of enticement for Ember. She found it in her night wandering. Ember usually took off around elevenish, finding it freeing to wander around the streets at night, enjoying whatever took her fancy. So far no one had found out about her little wanderings, and she planned on keeping it that way. The night was hers as far as Ember was concerned. She glanced back at the delicate metal work within her hands. She normally preferred observing however she couldn't help but take it this time. She wasn't entirely sure why, but she liked it's simple structure and the cold look about it. The girl she'd removed it from hadn't even noticed she was there...for a while. No one normally did when Ember decided to remain unseen.
Ember had found her hunched under one of the doorways in the small town a fair way from the warehouse. Obviously she hadn't had a meal for a while. Ember was just moving on, when the slight silver gleam had caught her eye. It was strange to see something obviously expensive amongst a street urchin's clothes. Finding herself amused by the object, Ember had decided it would be nice to keep it, and found herself seeking the girls mind. The mind was asleep, and so Ember had no need to tamper with it. Thanks to her previous training, Ember had no trouble remaining silent and had just managed to unhook the chains clasp when the girls eyes flew open. Her mouth opened to scream, but Ember stifled that rather quickly. She immediately reached for the girl's essence and was starting to draw it to herself when something in the girls eyes flickered. Could it be….surely not. Ember found herself stunned slightly before quickly finishing drawing the girls essence a little further, until the girl went limp, unconsciousness seizing her. Finding herself a little unnerved by the event, which was more than a little strange for Ember, she quickly left the girl, trying to shake the feeling of uneasiness. The urchin had similar dark hair to Ember and similar build, though her eyes were a light blue. Ember was also a little startled to realise that she had let the girl live. Then again, it wasn't as though it could matter much.
The first rays of dawn had shown themselves and so she'd started back off to the warehouse, keeping to the shadows and manipulating and weaving illusions as she went to keep the common people oblivious to her presence. When she finally made it back, she managed to slip in unseen through the entrance and made her way to the hall. That was when she caught sight of Luka. It was a little late to trick him into seeing past her so she would just have to put up with him. For all he knew she could have been just down to the kitchen anyway. Her face visibly hardened into her unfeeling mask and she gave him a curt nod to acknowledge his presence. His naturally calm demeanour worried her. She liked to know about the others. If it came to breaking up the group she would have to make sure that she had the knowledge to stay on top along with Haine. There was no way she'd leave him here. A slight annoyance ran through her at the thought of him finding out about her little wanderings. He would probably not take to kindly to her leaving him. She scowled slightly. Luka had better not piece it together. No one needed to know anything about her. She quickly erased the scowl, returning back to her neutral mask. She briefly thought about making Luka see her walk back to her room, while she herself stayed to observe him. It wouldn't hurt to gain knowledge. She quickly dismissed the idea. She couldn't afford to increase tension...yet. She would do it later when there was more than one to observe. She realised she had been standing, unoccupied for a little too long. Her mouth hardened into a hard line as she realised she should probably pretend to be civil.
"Your up early" her words were cold and clipped. Not entirely a question, but more of a statement. Her hard black eyes roved over Luka trying to gain some more information, but eventually giving up and returning to his face. It displeased her how much shorter and more delicate she must look in comparison. As a result her face hardened slightly in displeasure.

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Marx

A dark head bowed over a small book, hand arched over the pages like a stretching cat. In his left hand a pen lay, cushioned by the crook of his thumb. Dark streams curled over the page, almost completely gibberish, unless held to a mirror. Backwards writing. So he wouldn't smudge his work. And so no one could read over his shoulder. Not that anyone could anyway. He was tucked under the kitchen table, his knees folded to his chest and the little black book splayed lifelessly before him. Amber eyes flashed from the semi darkness under the chair. Marx was completely lost in his writing, the quick jerks of his fingers that drew meaning from the pen.

'It is too quiet. I feel like something bad should happen, just to alleviate the quiet. The tension feels like taunt string. One wrong step and your jugular's sliced by something too small to see. I hate it. Something needs to happen. But in the mean time, I need to speak with Vi again. I know it shouldn't be part of a list of things I must do, but I forget if I don't write it down. And then I feel twitchy for a while, worrying that she doesn't trust me. I have to trust her, I want that trust back. She's a good young woman though. I appreciate her, really. It's jus- hold on, someone is coming.

Quickly, Seb began blowing on thew words to get them to dry, at the same time looking up to see if he could spot who ever it was, friend, foe, or apathetic acquaintance. This was part of his morning routine. He'd find somewhere safe but comfortably small to hide and write for thirty minutes to an hour. Usually interruptions were not looked kindly upon.

The man almost looked like a cat pricking his ears as he shifted his head, listening carefully. He could hear voices in the hall. Ember. Oh. Okay. No danger from that ice-box. Affectionately meant, ice-box. Well, as affectionate as Seb could be. Which wasn't very.

The man flicked his notebook shut and unfolded himself from underneath the table neatly. His face was slightly marred by the subtle signs of a lack of sleep, a purple airbrushing under his eyes, a certain gaunt definition in his cheeks, but his shoulder's were still held high and proud despite his wariness, and his chin jutted at a cocky angle. He strolled nonchalantly out into the hall and passed Ember and the other occupant of the hall wordlessly. His eyes flicked from her to Luka, then away, seemingly disinterested. His mind, however, was buzzing, wondering if the clouds of tension had finally broken somehow. Or was this just another run in in the halls? Probably the latter, but one couldn't help but hope.

Elegant fingers rand through his hair, ruffling slightly, as he passed. He'd been up since three this morning writing, and his book was almost full. He'd have to add it to the stack. He'd filled three since they'd gotten here. he'd start having to burn them soon so no one would read them.

"Morning." He intoned over his shoulder at the two after he'd ambled past them, before turning to hunt out his room. This warehouse was still getting him lost for some reason. Marx wasn't one for direction anyway.

Now...where was it....had his quarters grown legs and trotted away in his absence? It seemed so.

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Ren
Ren sat on chair Indian style that he had placed up against the window of his room in the wear house allowing him to read a book with light coming from the sun, rather than turning on his light and bugging the rest of the people in the house. The boy faintly reading out lines from his book ’Pride and Prejudice’, that he had rented one day while he wandered around the town. He had barely enough money to buy it at an old book store that was hidden away from the rest of the world. The owner, named Catharine was an old lady who love books and allowed Ren to put a dollar down for the book. Why so cheap? Ren hadn’t the faintest idea of why she was being so generous. When the blonde had asked the lady she replied with a ‘ You look like a sweet boy who would enjoy it very much. Also you remind me of my son.’ Now, whenever he gets the chance he would try to run by the book store and read more books.—That is if he could manage to get away from the others without raising curiosity. He wasn’t able to go out lately, and hoped nothing happened to the little book shop that he enjoyed. Sometimes, Catharine would make him treats when he was there, and the two would chat over tea. She felt like a mother to Ren and he enjoyed getting some peace away from the others. Although, in Ren’s mind, he felt like he was keeping a huge secret from Luka.

With a loud sigh he set his book in his lap and pouted will playing with the hem of his shirt. He was sure that the rest of the group would be waking up pretty soon, there for it was best if he had begun to get ready and get something to eat. He hated when his mind wandered and got side tracked, especially while he was reading. He always found ways to wander back to when he was being tested on and it always made him freak out and seek out attention from Luka. There was a soft giggle as the blonde thought about the older boy, He sure did feel bad for Luka because of how childlike he could be. With a yawn the boy tossed his book on the bed and walked to where his cloths were folded into a tiny drawer. He didn’t have to many, just enough to last him a while, he had cloths for around the house and ones for ’play’. The blonde quickly slipped on a new clean shirt and some jean capris before running his fragile fingers throughout his hair to calm it. His shoulder length blonde hair stuck up in many directions, making Ren growl before putting it up into a bun to keep it out of his way.

He could sense the emotions of a few people around him that were awake and wandering around the warehouse, he wondered if Luka was up. With a smile he skipped out of his door and ran into Vivian who’s room was next to his. “Oh! Noona!~” He cooed pinching the older girls cheeks while she had a tooth brush dangling out of her mouth .“Yah Regan! What are you doing up? Have you ate?” She asked with a stern look, Ren shook his head before walking off with her yelling after him to go eat so he can be strong and healthy. Regan and Vivian had met when they were in the labs being tested on and became very close, and he allowed her to call him by his full name, Regan. Only Luka and Vi had the ability to call him it, and if anyone else tried, Ren would gladly gauge out their eyes. Since the two are and were treated the same they grew a brother and sister like bond-People mistakes the two as weak because of the way they look, but in fact the two are very strong.
Ren walked passed Sebastian Marx with a slight bow and mumbling a ‘good morning.’ Ren continued on his way to the kitchen where he could sense Luka’s presence. The blonde peaked around the corner so he could see whomever was in the kitchen without being seen himself. He could see Luka standing in the kitchen looking for something to eat, and Ember whose back was facing him.
“LUKA!” The childlike boy yelled running into the kitchen and jumping on the boy, but careful enough not to knock him over. He smiled at Ember, “Everyone seems to be up early.” He stated with a simple smile as he walked to some cabinets and began rummaging through them.



Vivian

Vivian had awoken from her peaceful slumber with a loud yawn, usually the blonde girl slept in, but for some reason she didn’t want to sleep anymore. She was happy to get a good night’s rest without nightmares or memories to wake her up. She had noticed since the whole group left after their last massacre most of the people where having nightmares about something that revolved around the deaths of her fellow assassins and tamers. It worried her slightly and made her protective guard go up even more and she had begun thinking of ways to help protect everyone. For the past few days she has been trying to find big boulders of large things she could move with her powers to make a wall around the warehouse for protection.
The girls mind wandered as she rummaged through her cloths that were thrown into a drawer she had managed to find and fix up. Her cloths were simple outfits, mainly jeans and tee shirts, and nothing fancy. Everyone knew they were on tight budget and no one could afford brand named cloths—not that she minded at all. She quickly pulled out some shorts and a tee shirt before grabbing her come she bought and ran it throughout her blond hair before tying it up and braiding it so it stayed out of her face. She continued to make herself presentable and ventured out of her room with her tooth brush dangling out of her mouth. She was going to go look for Sebastian Marx and see how he was doing and what he was going to do for the rest of the day. Her main priority was to build up the trust and bond between her and Marx. She smiled as she ran into Ren who somewhat had a matching outfit as her. The blonde boy was like a little brother for her and she treated him like one. She managed to nag the younger boy about him getting something to eat before he ran off giggling. With a smile she continued to brush her teeth before she finished and put away her things and made her way down the hall looking for Seb. Within a minuet she spotted the man who looked lost in thought.
“Yah, did you eat something for breakfast? Also did you sleep good?” She asked walking up to him with a smile hoping she wasn’t bugging him with all her questions. She only wanted to make sure he was okay and to let him know that she cared for him and wanted him healthy and absolutely happy.

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Emilia Rae Marlen


The days had grown longer and longer, it was impossible to relax. Emilia's energy was spent, she lay eyes open beside her bed, having passed out before she ever got to it. Next to her were various canned food items, along with boxed food, that were sprawled all over the floor as if having been dropped. She blinked twice and looked at all of the food in front of her. That's right. She thought to herself. She had been out for the night getting food for everyone like she had been. She didn't want to let the others risk doing so, and she was one of the few that could hide during the daytime and the nighttime, being able to manipulate light and darkness to hide herself. While she was determined to do it to keep everyone fed, she also hated leaving Devan, she didn't want anything to happen to him, the only comfort she had in her mind when she was gone was that he was around the others. Emilia would usually always steal from houses - houses with money. She felt bad stealing from the poor, she felt bad stealing from the rich too as they worked so hard, but she had to chose. She often apologized in silence as she left he houses - guilt ridden.

Because she always went out at night, and went so far from their area, there were times she didn't even sleep, and tonight she probably got two hours of sleep before she heard the rustle of the others. Emilia rolled on her side, moaning slightly. She felt bad that he hadn't put the food in it's proper place, just like she felt bad she's been stealing. She looked in front of her to find what was a nice leather journal, with journal in gold letters. There were also pockets, within the journal like a binder. It wasn't written in, and Emilia had actually bought it with spare money she had made. Her money never lasted, it was never much either, especially since she would always buy little things to try and make the others happy. She picked up the journal and pushed herself off of the floor, she looked like she hadn't seen sleep in days. She had bags under her eyes, which stood out on her extremely pale skin. Emilia was still in her clothes from the day before, a white shirt with ruffles, white shorts, and white shoes. She was a tiny ball of whiteness. This especially rang true because of her white hair and I've never been in the daylight before pale skin. The only non white thing were her deep brown eyes.

She rubbed her eyes a bit, and peeked in on Devan, usually she would sneak in there after he slept. She was always worried someone would come after him, so she often just slept there when she could help it, on the floor. This left her sore most mornings. She was never sure whether he knew, she hoped not. He wouldn't be fond of it at all. Devan's nature, while quite petrifying, had been something she had gotten used to over time - to an extent. She was always determined to find the inner Devan, either way she was really protective of him and would always be there for him no matter what happened. Emilia knew there was good in everyone, what person didn't have a good side? She was told sometimes, she sees things that weren't there, that was often something that bothered her. There was something good about everyone.

Emilia passed several rooms and made her way to the kitchen - without the items she got from the night before. She hoped no one would see her room before she got back to it. In the kitchen she saw Luka, Ember, Marx, Ren, and Vivian. "Good morning." she said cheerfully, smiling. Though inside, she wasn't very calm or content. She walked groggily towards Marx, "I got you something, I hope it will be of use to you." she handed him the journal. He wrote a lot - she never read anything or tried to but she knew he did. She hoped the more durable book would be of use. Marx wasn't really easy to understand, she'd wondered about him for a while now, he was quite distant and non sociable. But that was okay. As she lay her eyes upon Ember, she smiled. Ember while never seeming friendly - nor while never seeming to want anything to do with anyone, had this other side to her, that she had seen all but once. It seemed to be a side directed towards her assassin. When she heard the talk of food however her heart sank, Ren was looking for food and Vivian was asking about breakfast. Emilia flushed a bright red, "If you're hungry, I did get some food." she made an awkward face then as she thought about everything all over the floor. Vivian, was someone that she liked a lot, she was different from most of the people here, not that she was biased however, she considered everyone family. However, she was most protective of Devan...that was for sure. But she would never, leave anyone behind, or let anything happen to them. She saw Luka in the kitchen as well, whom she liked a lot, while Ren - was really reserved and shy and acted like a kid sometime and despite what he was capable of she thought him precious and she liked him much like Luka.

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Arden


It wasn’t the light that woke him up. It wasn’t the dream either – no, the dream in itself had been unusually pleasant, although Arden could no longer remember what it was about. Why? Well, the steady clomping of shoes in the hallway had invaded the dream and killed it from the inside out. “No… what happens next?” the boy groaned, burying his head into his arms. He closed his eyes tighter as if that would call back the comforting blanket of slumber… it was no good. He was awake. It was one of those times when Arden cursed his light sleeping habits. It was actually a miracle in itself that he’d managed to out-sleep the others that day.

Hesitantly, he pulled his arms away and slowly blinked open his eyes. He was greeted with a blur of drab colors, mostly shades of grey or dull brown. After a few hazy moments, his vision began to clear. He saw the dim light of the outside world weakly brighten his room… and he focused. Control it. Control it.. However, his concentration changed very little. “Gah…” Arden winced as a pang of pain shot through his head, bringing with it an influx of unnecessary information. Concrete used is unusually porous. Can hold 15% of its weight in water. Components used include… … Level of wood decay… … 0.0043 points a year. Glass density is… Sunrise for…

Immediately he shut his eyes and for a moment, all thoughts escaped him. Eventually, the only line that made it through the haze of his mind was, ‘It didn’t work…’ Pressing his hands to his temples, he sat hunched over on the bed, gritting his teeth as he waited for the pain to subside. Every morning was a similar routine. Perhaps one of these days he’d wake up and find that he could control it, that power of his, but it was probably a stupid hope. “Well that woke me up,” he mumbled, shifting to feel blindly for his make-shift end table. Where were his goggles?

A sharp clatter from below told him where.

However, as he reached down to the floor to locate it, his forehead made a rather painful collision. “Ow!” Arden exclaimed, louder than he intended, before stumbling away to nurse his newfound injury. That felt like the corner of the previously mentioned make-shift end table… and it was definitely going to bruise. Miffed, the boy decided to open his eyes just for a moment, just to find the accursed pink item by his feet. Quickly snatching it up, he pressed the shape to his face and stretched the elastic back around and over his head. The thick white band was a contrast to his light-brown hair. Slowly, warily, he opened his eyes.

Those goggles gave ‘rose-tinted glasses’ a new meaning… Everything was shaded in a dark pink and slightly blurred. This was the sight he was used to – sometimes he couldn’t even remember what it felt like to see things clearly. When it came to reading or writing, he usually asked Splinter… or rather, Sasha to help him with it – never anyone else. It was bad enough that he showed them how clumsy he was, which he blamed on the goggles… He didn’t need to prove himself illiterate on top of that, especially when he wasn’t. “I hate this power,” he sighed, palm still pressed over the aching spot on his forehead. Speaking, or rather, thinking of which, was Sasha already up? Most likely. It wasn’t just once or twice that she’d mentioned birds by her window… and birds always had this irrational idea about singing at the crack of dawn, the crazy things. Well, at least there wasn’t an owl – one of those would have kept him up all night with its hooting.

After just a moment longer, he decided to go check who else was up. Judging from the sound of the footsteps, it seemed that more than just one person had wandered to the room they called the kitchen. His room was one of the first in the hallway, so everyone else walked by it when they tried to grab a bite. So his trip to the kitchen was short. Peering in, he saw several of the others – more than he was expecting to be up at sunrise. “Is Sasha here?” Arden asked as he entered. “Oh and also,” he swept his hair out of his face, exposing where he assumed his injury to be, “… is there a bruise?”

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Character Portrait: Alex De'veres Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Lindsey Monsowa Character Portrait: Vivian Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Arden Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto Character Portrait: Terelle Fairchild
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The golden haired and golden eyed girl yawned and stretched. Once again the nightmares kept her awake most of the night. Waking up on the rooftop was becoming almost a habit. One she wasn't exactly happy to keep. She yawned once more and looked out at the sky. The sun was just coming up over the horizon and the world began to heat up. She figured she had spent enough time on the rooftop for the day and decided to head inside. She spotted Ember as she entered the house. The girl thought it was strange that she would be out so early in the morning, but she didn't question it. Everyone had their reasons for doing things. Who was to say Terelle couldn't sleep on the rooftop. Well common sense told her that, but she couldn't help it. Being out on the rooftop in the middle of the night, staring up at the stars, helped her sleep. Or at least to shake the after affects of the nightmares.

They always made her feel either paranoid or sick to her stomach. Sometimes, they were almost like visions. Things that would come true. She dreamed that the hunters would coming for them. She thought she was just paranoid so she didn't share it. She knew better than to do that again. If she got the same feeling as she did, she shared it with the others. Well... only one other really. Alex. Now that thought about it. She got that feeling last night... something about a blonde..

She climbed down off the roof and snuck into the room where she was staying. Alex's door was next door and she contemplated waking him up. After a moment of thought, she jumped onto her bedding and crawled under her covers. She was not about to wake up her partner. She might have her moments of insanity where she did dumb things, like taunt Sebastian, but she didn't have a death wish and her partner was in no way morning person. Well, at least he wasn't in the respect that he didn't like to be woken up by people. She knew she didn't. The wind blew through her window causing her to shiver. Being a being of heat, cold things like wind were definitely uncomfortable to her. Her blankets were too thin to completely shield her from the cold.

The sun was farther up in the sky now and she was wide awake. Her hair was a knotted mess from sleeping on the tiles of the rooftop, but she was too lazy to brush it out. It would look more like she tossed and turned in her bed instead of sleeping on the rooftops. She sighed, climbed off her bed, and headed out towards the kitchen. She wasn't hungry, but she knew some of the others were already awake and out there. Might as well greet them. Or play a few tricks on them. Either one worked for her. Though, like I said before, she doesn't have a death wish. She padded down the hall, making shuffling sounds with her feet to give the illusion of being half-asleep. It didn't take much to give that illusion though. Her eyes were red with lack of sleep, her hair was matted, there were dark circles under her eyes and her skin was pale as snow.

Something sizzled in the back of her mind. It was that same feeling she got whenever her nightmares were more like visions than fictional images. The bigger question was... where was Alex? Last night she had dreamed of a blonde girl, in her birthday suit of all things, asleep on the bed... no not asleep. Dead. Alex was at it again. Things grew dark then. Dark and tinted red. Almost like a decent into insanity. Damnit! she thought as she raced towards the door. She was still in her "sleeping clothes" which was really just a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, but she didn't care at the moment. Alex needed her right now. So bad she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. "Morning!" she called as she ran by everyone in the kitchen. Hopefully they would know what was going on. Or at least come up with an excuse for her. She didn't quite know where she was going so she followed her instincts. She found herself outside a cute little house. She used her ability to click the lock open and and raced inside, not caring who saw her enter or leave as long as they didn't see Alex when they left. She closed and locked the door behind her with her ability while she followed her instincts into the room where she sensed Alex.

He was on the floor, when she arrived, doubled over in laughter. The sound was not a happy joyful one. It was one of madness. "Alex?" she said as she kneeled down beside him. It was too late though, he was gone, unreachable with words. There were claw marks in the floor. Or at least, that's what they looked like. She knew better though. She focused her heat into the palm of her right hand and pressed it to the back of his neck. "You will be calm... or I will kick your ass."

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Character Portrait: Alex De'veres Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Lindsey Monsowa Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Arden Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Sergio Dashkov
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A small ring of smoke escaped her lips, leaving behind a fog for her vision. When it cleared, Sergio was making his way up to the door with groceries from the store he worked at, she noticed him eyeing her cigarette. She knew he smoked as well, or at least he had at the bar. Noticing the head phones as well, she didn't bother saying anything, neither did he. But the look was enough, and when he made his way inside, Sasha finished up her smoke and put it out in the wall behind her, letting the butt drop in the grass below. Yeah, it was littering, but the place was such a dump already. What would one butt matter? Fanning her hand in front of her face, she tried to get a bit of the cigarette stink off of her before moving back inside. Once in, she found the nearest bathroom and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. It didn't fix the smell, but it diluted it down to a dull fragrance. Which to her, was good enough. After all, there was no real way to rid herself of the smell completely.

Turning out of the bathroom, she then made for the kitchen. Groceries meant one thing, Sergio was going to be cooking soon. Sasha always felt bad simply watching Sergio cook, or even eating what he did make, it was as if she were mooching off of what he did. Her money didn't bring the food in, it went towards light and water. His went into the food, and his effort into making it. In all rights, it was his. What right was hers to take it? In this way, she always made at least an offer to help him with it, even though sometimes he preferred to just be alone when he cooked, as if it were a sort of 'me time' for him. Nevertheless, she offered. As she was about to now.
A small ring of smoke escaped her lips, leaving behind a fog for her vision. When it cleared, Sergio was making his way up to the door with groceries from the store he worked at, she noticed him eyeing her cigarette. She knew he smoked as well, or at least he had at the bar. Noticing the head phones as well, she didn't bother saying anything, neither did he. But the look was enough, and when he made his way inside, Sasha finished up her smoke and put it out in the wall behind her, letting the butt drop in the grass below. Yeah, it was littering, but the place was such a dump already. What would one butt matter? Fanning her hand in front of her face, she tried to get a bit of the cigarette stink off of her before moving back inside. Once in, she found the nearest bathroom and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. It didn't fix the smell, but it diluted it down to a dull fragrance. Which to her, was good enough. After all, there was no real way to rid herself of the smell completely.

Turning out of the bathroom, she then made for the kitchen. Groceries meant one thing, Sergio was going to be cooking soon. Sasha always felt bad simply watching Sergio cook, or even eating what he did make, it was as if she were mooching off of what he did. Her money didn't bring the food in, it went towards light and water. His went into the food, and his effort into making it. In all rights, it was his. What right was hers to take it? In this way, she always made at least an offer to help him with it, even though sometimes he preferred to just be alone when he cooked, as if it were a sort of 'me time' for him. Nevertheless, she offered. As she was about to now.

Re-passing the front door, she saw Marx sitting in one of the front rooms writing, looking more chipper than normal. Which for Marx, still wasn’t very chipper. She pushed the door open a little more, enough to peak her head in. Letting out a little cough to let him know she was there before all out talking, she gave him a chance to cover whatever he didn’t want seen before she got too close. Whatever he was writing, she was sure it wasn’t her business.
”Hey Marx? Breakfast should be ready soon. I mean, you can keep doing whatever you want, but Im just warning you there might not be anything left if you wait too long.” she let out a small laugh and shook her long, black hair with one hand. She noticed the imprint under his eyes, the ones people always get when you don’t sleep well. She felt something with it, she wasn’t sure what. Not sorry for him, probably not even quite concerned, but it was still something. After everything they had all gone through together, it was hard to be completely cold hearted to everyone as some of the people tried to be.
She caught herself starring, she had zoned out a bit looking at the imprints under his eyes. It had only been seconds, but she still felt as if she had overstepped her welcome on his private time and hastily added a
”Just letting you know, Ill save you a plate.” and quietly closed the door behind her, not giving him a chance to reply. She didn’t think he would, anyway.

Heading back towards the kitchen, she peaked in to see that this was the central hub where everyone had been hiding. Sergio was indeed trying to make breakfast, Alex was near him trying to talk to him, Ren, Emilia, Luka, Lindsey, Arden were all there as well. Busy kitchen.
”Need a hand, Sergio? I feel like with so many people to feed, it’s not fair to make you buy it all and then turn right around and cook it all.”
She laughed, flashing a smile his way denoting that she did, really, want to help.
”And just in case you were worried, I did try my best to wash the filth off my hands already.”
Another small laugh, then a turn to Arden.
“And good morning, Sunshine, how are we?”