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Haydn Brenton

A womanizer with a rather troubling past.

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a character in “Life Backstage”, as played by aarondalea

Description

Haydn Brenton
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“I do mostly good things, including blowing them up.”


Introducing


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Full Name: Hayden Ash Brenton
Nickname: Ash
Age: 20
Birth Date: November 11th
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Role: Special Effects. Mainly included with sudden puffs of fire, smoke and other manual work related to effects on stage.


Pyrokinesis


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Power: Ash has the power of pyrokinesis, and tends to over-abuse his powers. He has full control over his abilities, and can go from lighting up cigarettes to creating a large wall of fire. Only within recent years has Ash perfected his fire till the point that it is blue, a hotter variant of his normal red-colored fire. Almost any motion he makes can create fire, including a stomp of his foot, a shout, or a basic flick of a finger. At points, he can even propel himself off the ground with his fire and “fly” a bit. However, his powers drain his energy a lot, and not once but many times has he woken up afterwards with a massive headache on the ground. His power to create fire also extends to the realm of manipulating fire, so he can protect everything if he focuses on his fire enough.


Strengths: Good at cooking and baking, though he rarely cooks at all. Agile and quick movements, which especially help his pyrokinesis, as he constantly imagines that only movement will help generate fire. Heat tolerance, as he has never felt the bite of his own flames. Normal street fighting. Judging people’s characters and personalities.

Weaknesses and Flaws: Fear of large fires, siren noises. A general dislike for water, as water is definitely his largest weakness when it comes to his power. Cannot swim for his life. Horrible at writing short stories and poems though he loves doing so.



Sharing Our Desires


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Likes: Flirting, dancing, late-night motorcycle rides, smoking, large spaces, junk food, shaping his hair, his current work

Dislikes: Rain, cloudy days, enclosed spaces, books, alcoholic drinks

Hobbies: Smoking, singing, writing short stories and poems, lighting things on fire
Fears: His pyrokinesis going out of trouble, drowning

Secrets: He murdered his whole family. He has a methamphetamine addiction problem, which he hides from everybody at the theatre. Ash also sells his body during the weekends, out of habit rather than out of need, due to his past lifestyle.


In-Depth


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Special Markings:
Multiple tattoos and piercings dot his body. He has a nose piercing, and a few ear piercings, and his tattoos scatter from his shoulders to his lower stomach area. Most notable of them all, a black tattoo that is across his right arm that says ‘Don’t give up’ which faces away from him so he can read it the right way up.

Description:
Ash has black hair and dull green eyes. His hair forms a striking difference between his pale complexion. He tends to gel his hair up into a messy hairstyle, though he tends to change it quite often during the day based on whatever he feels at the moment. His pale complexion nears a sickly white color, which further brings out the dark bags under his eyes.
Ash tends to wear all black. His wardrobe includes a leather jacket, a black hoodie, and a formal jacket, a random assortment of black pants, and one single white sweater for formalwear. It is not too obvious that he wears his clothes more than once a week and doesn’t wash them, as he tends to take good care of his clothes and mix matches them every time he changes his outfit.
He always wears a golden necklace, with an oval pendant. Ash always sneaks peeks at the content within the pendant between his breaks.


Personality: On the outside, Ash seems extremely confident and outgoing. He tends to flirt with everybody he meets, including both men and women. He can be extremely provocative and outspoken, and has gotten into fights multiple times due to clashing ideas with other people. Others have rarely seen a nice Ash, and most attribute him as the apathetic jokester-womanizer. He is still pretty popular, however, as Ash is extremely charming and witty, and an extremely good actor when he feels up to, or the need to get close to someone
However, on the inside, Ash is extremely insecure. He tends to push everyone away because he believes that over-intensive interaction with others tends to lead to pain and hurt. Ash can act violent, and does quite often, as he tends to channel his sense of loneliness and loss into anger and fury. Not just quick with his hands, Ash is also quick with his tongue. He gets into arguments and debates a lot, many times resolving them through fights.
Very rarely has anyone seen Ash sad, and his façade is so good that sometimes even he questions what is real and what is not. Though, at the same time, he himself also questions whether his ‘happy moments’ are really happy at all. This questioning has helped him develop a complete different side of himself that he rarely shows others out of shame and an overall confusion towards himself.




The Past Defines Us


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History:
Ash was born into a moderately rich family in Nevada, US. When he was 5, his powers began to form until they went out of control. One night, Ash woke up only to see his parents standing over him, a gun in their hands. Innocently, he had asked his father why he was pointing a gun at him, to which his father had answered, bluntly and emotionlessly, ‘To kill you, you monster.’ That was the day Ash lost everything, as, when he comprehended his father’s words, he lost control of his power. An eruption occurred within the house, with Ash in the center, protected by his fire as he watched his parents scream profanities and slowly turn to ash in front of him.
It took a few days for his neighbors to notice what had happened, as Ash and his family lived within an extremely rural, highly Catholic area. The authorities proclaimed it an accident, and brought Ash to an adoption center. However, the bullying that Ash faced at the center caused his powers to go out of control again, alerting authorities while also causing the untimely death of a few other children. Ash was taken to juvenile court before being transferred to a government-controlled facility under a fake sentence to death. Ash faded from the news then afterwards, though during his year long trial earned him many different names such as ‘Monster’, ‘Demon’ and ‘Devil’. In his straight jacket, in the isolated room the police had forced him into, Ash slowly grew distant from the world, crying day and night, cursing his fire-controlling power. He cried until he couldn’t feel anything anymore- and that was the time he was carted off for the experiments.
The experiments left scars on Ash both mentally and physically. However, he managed to escape one day, and used his enhanced and now controllable pyrokinetic abilities- with thanks to the experiments conducted on him- to fly to Europe. The moment his foot hit Portugal, he lost consciousness for a full week, and was taken in by an old couple that lived by the shore. They nursed him to health for two whole weeks before he left in secrecy one night. He roamed through Portugal, Spain and France before jumping the Channel to the UK. During this period of time, he was only 13 years old and stole food to survive; he was already unrecognizable from the 5 year old boy that graced television screens worldwide, as pain and maturity now filled his face rather than innocence and fear.
Within three months at UK, he was caught and placed in a youth observational institution, and placed under rehab to fit into society. With warm food and shelter, Ash decided that he would constantly try all he could to enter the YOI as much as possible. Though, whenever he wasn’t able to return, Ash would sell his body and dabble heavily in drugs. This persisted for the next 5 years until he stumbled upon the Amaroff Theatre. When he saw the powers of the waiters and staff within the theatre, Ash was filled with more shock than relief. Rather, he felt angry that others like him were living a comfortable life with a job, while he himself had to sell himself to old men and women to survive. His anger caused him to accidentally leave a burnt imprint of his hand on the bar, though no one noticed except for a certain few of the staff.
Ash constantly returned to the Theatre, constantly watching the staff as his feelings turned from anger to curiosity. Afterwards, he would trudge back to his cardboard box in the corner, with his stolen clothes and dirty blanket inside, and ruminate over the lifestyle that he would see at the Theatre. Finally, one day he amassed the courage to talk to the one of the staff at the Theatre and managed to land himself a job in ways that he himself still cannot understand either.

Other: Though Ash has a harsh background, he has never told anyone about it yet, and prays to God everyday that the UK government would never find him. The pictures within his locket include a picture of his infant brother, who perished in his burnt down house.



Theme Song: New Fang
New Fang || Them Crooked Vultures
( New fang,
No thang.
Had it made
To parade,
Found a sucker,
Now I want another.

Stand up,
Step aside,
Open wide,
Handing out and on
Until the feelings gone

Want to?
Yes, I do.
Wanna learn,
Taking turns getting carpet burns.

Loose lips,
Lipstick spit.
Come or go,
I think it's both I gotta know.

Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I think you've got me confused with a better man.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I know you've got me confused...

For a better man.

No slack,
Cadillac,
Couldn't quit,
Gums flap so
Here's your teeth back

Accept
What I left
Far behind in a time
When my mind was like a landmine.

Tailgate,
By the lake,
Too much, too young,
Every button gonna come undone.

Tightrope,
No joke,
Nothing left,
So you go baroque.

Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I think you've got me confused with a better man.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I know you've got me confused...

New fang, passing over
No point waiting around for

New fang passing over
No more waiting around-ah

New fang, New fang
They can't wait, no-oh

New fang, newwwwww
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So begins...

Haydn Brenton's Story

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Date: Tuesday 21st January, 2014
Time: 4.00pm
Weather: Mostly cloudy with a high of 10°C (50°F) and a low of 3°C (37°F)

Before the sun sets Amaroff Theatre usually sits quietly, entertaining the occasional tourist who wonders inside or the odd collection of regular customers. However the day has been a moderately busy one despite the early hour. A number of clients have passed through in need of the theatre's particular offering of skills and a bridal party has decided to make Amaroff the first stop on the beginning of their long night. (Although it's very possible they thought that the theatre was a strip club). Still, it promises to be a lively night for the Theatre.




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Dee stretched her arms above her head, pulling herself up in a catlike stretch as she waited for her next client to enter the room. Her ‘office’, as she liked to call it, wasn’t large. A round table sat between her comfortable cushioned chair and the two empty chairs waiting to be filled. A modest bookcase and mirror lined one wall, the other was filled with a large world map that was riddled with pin marks. There were no crystal balls or tarot cards here, nothing that people usually associated with psychics. Not that that was exactly what Dee was, it was just the simplest term for people to understand. Dee’s power was called Clairvoyance, the ability to gain direct information from something through other means. It came in useful when searching for missing items or people, which was what most of her clients came to her for.

A knock on her door brought Dee back to the present. Her head glanced up to watch as an overweight, middle-aged woman shuffled into the room, wearing that guilty look that many wore when they first visited Amaroff. Most people were embarrassed to admit that they were putting their trust into what many believed were frauds. Not that Dee cared. She knew what she did was real and she got paid for it. Screw what everyone else thought.

The woman took a seat, perched on the end, and held her bag tightly in her hands.
“How can I help?” Dee started, giving the woman a reassuring smile. The woman gulped, bit her lip and clenched her hands, but didn’t answer. Dee, already impatient with the woman, had to plaster her smile on her face to keep from scowling. “Are you looking for someone?”
The woman took a deep breath and nodded, before reaching into her handbag and bringing out a small golden ring.
“My husband.” She said, offering Dee the ring. “Will you need this?”
Dee nodded and took the ring, “A name and a photo of him would help too.” Dee suggested. The woman nodded quickly and dug out her purse from her handbag. From the purse she slid out a family portrait. It showed the woman, some years younger and skinnier, with three young children standing between her and a man of average height and build who had the most hideous moustache.
“His name is Terrance. Terrance Donald.” The woman, Mrs Donald assumedly, said. “He’s 57, has problems with his knees and weighs...”
“Thanks.” Dee said, cutting her off, “That’s all I need.”

Dee focused on the photograph for a moment and then closed her eyes, bringing up the man’s image in her mind’s eye. Mentally she repeated his name and at the same time her hand closed over the ring. First came smell; There was a faint whiff of body odour, mingled with cheap aftershave. Beyond that was the undeniable smell of the ocean. Sight and sound seemed to come at the same time, waves washing up on the beach nearby and the soft snores of Terrance Donald, appeared in sync with the sight of the queen sized hotel bed, complete with the portly man himself and a young, half-naked woman who looked barely older than Dee. She found herself watching from above, as if she were hovering somewhere near the ceiling fan. It only took a second to see what was happening and even less for Dee to sense exactly where he was.

Dee opened her eyes to find the woman leaning anxiously forward. She was obviously desperate to find her husband.
“Well..?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Dee sighed; she hated telling people things they didn't want to hear.
“I found him.” Dee replied, pushing herself to her feet and stepping in front of her large map. She took a small pin from the side and stuck it through Terrance Donald’s location. “You’re husband is currently sleeping in Cabin 5 at The Island Resort, Suva, Fiji.” Dee turned to find the woman’s face a curious mask of shock and anger,
“What is he doing there?” The woman asked, expecting Dee to give her all the answers.
“Well, judging by the half-naked girl sleeping beside him, I’d say not being faithful.” Dee replied. She almost immediately regretted her choice of words as the woman’s face turned an unfaltering, maroon shade.
“Do you think this is some kind of joke?” She demanded, lumbering to her feet, “I haven’t seen Terr in weeks. For all I know he’s dead somewhere in a ditch. And you stand there and tell me he’s in Fiji!”
“Believe me. If he was dead, I would have seen it.” Dee replied, struggling to keep her patience with the woman. She’d seen this kind of thing a lot, when people weren't happy with the answers that Dee gave. Not everyone liked hearing that their partner of so many years was alive and well with another man or woman. Many people found it easier to get angry at Dee rather than accept what she’d seen. The woman stormed out. Dee rolled her eyes, at least she’d paid before the reading.

Dee slouched out of her office, letting the door swing shut behind her. Honestly, some clients never appreciated how much energy went into finding their wayward husbands. Dee was exhausted and in need of a drink. So what if it was only four in the afternoon, somewhere in the world it was night time. She made her way into the main stage area where Jonny was currently entertaining an audience with his illusionary magic. Dee couldn't help but notice that the majority of the small audience was female. Shaking her head she wondered behind the bar and grabbed a beer before plopping herself on a bar stool. She spun around so that she could watch as Jonny closed up his show.

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System Error

The error message was reflected back in Skye's brown eyes, which narrowed in frustration at the sight.

"I'll show you system error," She grumbled at the message, her eyes lingering on the screen as a smile formed in the corner of her lips. Within a second, the computer turned dark as the codes mingled and twisted in the screen, the entire screen was suddenly filled with white letters, symbols and number which were so familiar to Skye's eyes.

A problem has been detected and windows has been shut down to prevent damage to your computer.

A panicked look set in Skye's eyes, the "black screen of death" seemed to mock her skills as the technical hand. Her brow furrowed at the sight, the brown in her eyes seemed to darken as the screen taunted her. A simple task, just a simple task of bringing up the curtains. Although she has only been in Amaroff theater for one year, she has practically brought a Technological Revolution onto the small theater. Even processes such as letting down the curtains has been transformed into a technological process, all set with a few simple controls on her laptop.

That is, until her laptop fries again.

"You are not doing this to me!" She often communicated with her equipment as if they could hear her, although her conversations are often not the most friendly. She crouched down in front of her laptop, as if daring it to take one more action against her. The dark screen suddenly lighted up, forced into another series of codes and values, the white text against the blue background frantically wrote itself under her glance.

Then it was all over.

The screen on her laptop froze as the white text came to a stop. Then a flash of white was seen, and the silence in the room was interrupted by the sound of a small blast, the room lighting up in a flicker of red from the flame that now burned away at the computer. Quick thinking always comes in handy. Skye turned her head, grabbing the glass of water right beside her laptop and within a second, the small flame was out. She winced at the wisps of smoke rising from the laptop, and then the sudden burst of the fire alarm in the control room, lighting up the room with the flashing of the red light. With a exasperated roll of her eyes and a snap of her fingers, the alarm was cut off after a few seconds.

She did not need to look up at the cameras in her little control room to know that the theater's curtains are now stuck awkwardly mid-way of rising.

"Mayday. Mayday. Code Red." Her voice was accompanied by the flash of light on her cell phone right next to her hands, the words she spoke were typed onto the screen as she looked with exasperation at her short-circuited computer. Another click of her fingers and the written text message was sent toward the Haydn and Seth, the two companions that worked with her backstage. Of course, she'll never ask them for help, especially not Haydn--She has had enough fire for the day. However, this was just a simple warning that tonight's show might not go as they expected.

"Well, on the bright side, I'm not a genius for nothing." She turned to open the door to the main control room, taking short strides as she walked toward her room. The lights by the wall turned themselves on in a line as she walked down the hall, making her way through the maze-like corridors of what they called "backstage". She'll have to somehow get to her stash of laptops and link one to the system of equipment for the show tonight, but in the meantime, everything was going to have to be done in the old-fashioned way. The curtains can be raised and dropped by all the strings and wheels she could not bear to think about.

"It's as if we're stuck in the stone age.." Any era without technology to her was the Stone Age, and that thought lingered in her mind as she stopped in front of her room, the digital lock she installed on her door clicked in her presence and opened in welcome.

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BIOS? Check. Operating system? Check. Hardware components? Check.

The faint glow of the new computer screen lighted the dim corridors as she made her way out of her room. This was not the first time this happened, and thus Skye always had something up her sleeve in case of these emergencies. However, it might take some precious time they simply didn't have.

"System boot," Her voice broke through the silence, and once again, the white codes decorated the navy blue screen. Within a few minutes, the screen stopped its circus show of computer codes and lighted into a lighter blue screen. Greetings, Skye. Black letters typed itself out before her, How is my genius doing today? She smirked at the familiar boot message on her screen and with a few taps on the keyboard, the screen dimmed slightly, morphing into its start menu. With a small motion, she turned the black strap on her back, pulling out the silver disc from her backpack. Every piece of information, programs and systems she developed held itself in the fragile disc labeled "Skye's Property. Touch and I'll Fry You."

Program installing...

The small vibration in her back pocket startled her out of her daze with her equipment, and with the familiar movement of her hand, she pulled out the cell phone. I raised the curtains. What’s the deal? The message from Seth flashed in her eyes. "Impressive, Hulk," She stated this with a hint of amusement, but was surprised to hear a beep on her phone as the two words were sent to her co-worker. "Disregard previous message," She was too late to stop the last message from sending, the mere process of which was too fast for her cyberkinesis to catch, "System's fried. Literally. Program installation in progress." With each word, the screen typed in her message and as she pushed her cell phone back into her pocket, the faint swoosh of the sound signified the message has been sent.

With a few more steps, she stopped as the lights above backstage flickered on in her presence. It only took her seconds to realize the small lights were not needed as the fire erupted above the backstage, her hand immediately pulling up to shield her eyes against the sudden burst of light. The pyromaniac's at it again... Just then, the familiar vibration was felt once again in her back pocket and Skye pushed the laptop toward her left hand, struggling for balance as she pulled out her cell phone. Lights done. When will the actual lights be up? She was expecting that text, seeing the sudden light show up on stage.

"I'll get it up soon. Just don't fry my lights. I like my lights." She said with a hint of amusement at her cell phone, her words reflected back on the screen of her phone as the beep of a sent message sounded once again. She unconsciously clenching her laptop against her chest with all her might at the sight of the familiar flames, turning her heels and making her way away from Haydn's testing zone. There was a reason why she preferred texting to talking. She made sure to keep away from the group at the bar table, along with the sudden influx of dancers out of the studio. The theater was more packed than usual, but Skye barely took notice as she made her way around the mirrors that reflected the fire in the center.

Program installing 19%

The value bar on her screen appears to be taunting her as she watched it snake its way toward completion. Stone Age it is.. This was going to be a long night.

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He was placing the last weight when a shout echoed down from above. “Seth, is this a test run or something? Aren’t the curtains supposed to be down when there is no stupid performance?” Craning his neck to look upwards, Seth sighed. Haydn wasn’t actually visible from where he knelt, and Seth didn’t want to shout back at him. Actually, he wasn’t entirely certain what was going on- he’d just seen the curtains start to rise, and freeze halfway up, presumably when Skye’s computer crashed. Finishing raising them had just seemed the natural thing to do. Shrugging, Seth replaced the top plate on the weights and tightened it down, figuring that his best bet would just be to find Skye. The customers could just look at the empty stage for now.

Light suddenly flooded the stage, Haydn’s work rather than Skye’s. Rising to his feet (and forgetting his wrench on the floor) Seth took a couple steps towards the stage, looking up towards the catwalk above the stage. Nope. Still didn’t have a clear line of sight towards Haydn, and at that moment, Seth’s phone vibrated in his back pocket once more.

Impressive, Hulk Raising an eyebrow, Seth smiled. Before he could take too much pleasure in the admittedly rare praise, which could even be interpreted as an even more rare thank you, the phone buzzed again, with a second text from Skye. Disregard previous message. System's fried. Literally. Program installation in progress. Shoot. She’d probably been talking out loud to herself again and accidentally sent the first text. Smirking, Seth quickly texted back, Aww, and here I thought you were being sweet. Need anything else done? He shoved the phone back in his pocket after pressing send. So Skye had fried her computer, and they’d probably be relying on manpower for at least a little bit while she got things running again. Deciding that it’d be too hard to track her down and get answers, Seth headed towards where he knew someone would be- up to the catwalk.

Bounding up the stairs and onto the thin metal walkway, Seth finally caught sight of Haydn, sitting on the metal with his feet hanging in the air. Hands in his pockets, Seth walked closer, waiting till he finished texting, then spoke. “My stage not pretty enough for you? I don’t actually know why the curtain we being raised. I just finished the job.” Seth shrugged, not really worried. “I can drop it again no problem. Or you could always go down there and give them some fireworks to stare at.” He laughed, joking, and glanced at the light setup, the brightness making him blink and turn away quickly. “Ah. Bad idea,” he exclaimed, and rubbed his eyes, the light-spots quickly fading. It was a good idea to head towards Haydn instead of Skye- she tended to stay out of the way whenever Haydn did anything big.

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Haydn looked up as the Hulk slowly made his way over from the other end of the metal landing and nodded at Seth in acknowledgment. Turning back to gaze at the ball of white fire, Haydn listened to what Seth said half-heartedly. “My stage not pretty enough for you? I don’t actually know why the curtain were being rased. I just finished the job.” Haydn nodded as Seth shrugged-though he did raise an eyebrow to the use of my stage- but from where Haydn had been backstage earlier with the candles, he couldn’t have seen that the curtains had been rising at all. “I can drop it again no problem. Or you could always give them some fireworks to stare at.”

He chuckled a bit in response while shaking his head slowly. The last time Haydn had showed his pyrokinetic skills in front of a crowd of people, he had been bored out of his mind. They had been as well; his fire skills weren’t like Jonny’s illusion casting abilities. He couldn’t constantly come up with something new– or rather, even in his own eyes his fire didn’t seem to do much more besides illuminating or burning objects, and he didn't bother at attempting anything new, either. He did see the aesthetic side of fire, but…he didn’t want to think about it.

Getting up, Haydn stretched again and sighed, turning his head left and right. Feeling his phone buzz, he grabbed it out of his pocket and looked at the tiny words on the screen. I’ll get it up soon. Just don’t fry my lights. I like my lights. Haydn rolled his eyes at the message. This was been the third time he had had to manually create light with his fire within the past month, as Skye- ironically enough, since she had cyberkinesis- kept on breaking her equipment. Never over the past few years had Haydn ever burned anything backstage- except for the candles and his cigarette tips. It’s not like I’m a walking firebomb… he shook his head and turned to face Seth, though he didn't talk, leaning on the thin metal rods that sufficed as railings up on the ‘catwalk’, or so the two liked to call it. He quickly typed up a reply: I won’t, you tech idiot. Just get the lights up before the idea of blowing up your lights does actually pass through my mind.

Stuffing his phone back into his pocket, Haydn offered his now half-full cigarette pack at Seth as he had grabbed it while putting his phone in his jacket this time. “Care for a smoke?” He himself took a cigarette out and lit it in his own peculiar fashion, breathing in and out as if the smoke sustained his own life force. Well, I suppose that if the lights don’t come up anytime soon, I should probably get the color changing props up. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he asked Seth one more time if he wanted a cigarette as he heard the other wince at the bright light his fire created. “Also, would you mind helping me get the props I need to create multi-colored fire? Like, the color filters and the lite salt and shit. If the lights don’t come on soon…I’ll have to be the one to make sure that the damned show looks alright.”

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Program installing.. 23%

Skye was ready to slam her head repeatedly on a wall as the progress bar on the software installation made its way in a snail-like speed toward completion. While she held control over any electronic device with simple workings of the mind or a flick of her hand, she could not bypass the required process already programmed into the laptop’s original set-up. Of course, she could always attempt to hasten the process, but previous experiences did not particularly gave her the green-light for such rash and impatient decisions.

Aww, and here I thought you were being sweet. Need anything else done? She rolled her eyes at the text from Seth as she pulled out her phone once again from her back pocket, now deciding to keep it in her hand in case of future messages from her two co-workers. " Yes, life is so much more fun when you're living in a fantasy isn't it?" Her tone was more amused than annoyed as the words she spoke reflected themselves on the lit screen of her phone, "Haydn's got his light show started, all that's left at the moment are the props and sound control. I'll get the sound control." With one tap of her finger, the message was sent onto Seth's phone. Skye would never admit any appreciation for doing things the "old-fashioned" way,--although their methods could hardly be called old-fashioned-- on regular days, the entire crew worked perfectly well together.

With unfaltering footsteps, she followed the mind map she has created of the maze-like backstage toward the Crew Room, or what she liked to call "Control Room". Such nickname is developed within ten days of her first arrival at Amaroff Theater, having practically turned the entire room into her storage room. Items such as the cameras, back-up lights, and her personal favorite, the surveillance screens,--which she did not think Mr. Amaroff took kindly to-- were organized into the little room supposedly designed for the crew members to "rest". The entire room came to life as she took one step into the doorway. The screens to her right lighted up in her presence, and with one side-way glance toward the screen, she found her two co-workers on the "catwalk".

I won’t, you tech idiot. Just get the lights up before the idea of blowing up your lights does actually pass through my mind. The screen of her phone in her hand lighted up once again in the midst of Haydn's message and her eyes narrowed at her screen, moving upwards toward the figure of the Haydn leaning against the thin metal rods. If looks could kill. " I'll show you tech idiot. " She mumbled to herself, walking toward the left of the room as she rummaged past random pieces of equipment, probably property of the stagehand, and pulling out the two back-up microphones she already knew was there. A small flick of her fingers onto the microphones later and the small light in the center of both flickered on at the motion.

Skye took several steps back toward her phone, managing to push the two microphones and her phone together in her right hand and her laptop in the other, struggling to find balance within half-juggling the equipment. Once she managed at least some balance, she remembered she had yet to respond to Haydn's text. " I think genius is the word you're looking for, ;) " Her brown eyes winked at the screen, and somehow a small winking face formed along with the text on her screen, "I'm not the actor, I can't make replications of myself. I'll work on the sound control first." She did not even bother flicking her fingers to send the message this time, which would probably have caused her to lose her balance in the juggle.

Once again starting her strides, she made her way back toward the dim corridors and into backstage, finding her way in front of the large speakers in the wings of the stage. "Testing. Testing." Her voice crackled slightly on the second "testing" and her eyes flickered toward the speakers in annoyance. With one kick at the speaker on the right, she put the microphone toward her mouth again, " Irreplaceable technical genius speaking." She spoke with a hint of amusement and her voice boomed throughout the theater. Who said violence never helps? A tiny smirk remained on her face as she placed the microphones side by side on the speaker in the right wing, rubbing her hands together and stepping back. As long as they were not doing anything too flashy tonight, the two simple microphones should work for the moment.

Program Installing... 31%

And her night was once again ruined with one small glance at the screen of her laptop.

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Seth shook his head at the offered pack of cigarettes- he wasn’t a smoker, though enough of the guys around the theater did it that the thought of picking it up had occurred to him more than once. It was never more than a passing thought, though.

“Yeah, I can help you grab the props. Still in the same place, right? Gotta tell me what you need, though.” He turned and started walking towards the stairs, assuming that Haydn would follow him down. His phone vibrated again, and he waited until he was safely on the ground before pausing to read the message, chuckling at the message from Skye.

Yes, life is so much more fun when you're living in a fantasy isn't it? Haydn's got his light show started, all that's left at the moment are the props and sound control. I'll get the sound control. Not blessed with the ability to text and walk simultaneously (or rather, to text and walk without running into walls, people, an occasional car) he stepped to the side to tap out a quick reply.

You know it. On my way to get Haydn’s props. Do we need anything else? Seth hadn’t actually asked any of the performers if they needed any props, and no one had approached him before the show. He knew the girls were on later, maybe he should find one of them and ask. Sending the message, he began to stroll down the halls towards the prop room, predictably messy. Flipping on the lights, he sighed at the huge stacks of props, set pieces, and racks of costumes that cluttered the room.

The stack of lighting equipment was against one of the side walls, containing not only Haydn’s supplies but also some old lights and rigging equipment. Glancing over his shoulder at Haydn, he said, “Just load me up, and I’ll help you lug it all backstage. Then I’d better find Ana and ask her if they need any props or backdrops for the show. Should probably ask about lighting, too.” It wasn’t unusual for performers to forget to tell the crew what was going on. Really, being a mind reader would have been far more useful than just being strong, for this job. Seth waited for Haydn to point out or hand him the stuff he needed.

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When Seth shook his head, Haydn shrugged and stuffed his cigarettes back into the pockets on the inside of his jacket. He pulled on his cigarette and let out a puff of smoke, watching it mix into the air slowly.

“Yeah, I can help you grab the props. Still in the same place, right? Gota tell me what you need, though.” Haydn nodded silently, shrugging slightly as he turned and followed Seth. The catwalk shook under the footsteps of the man in front of him, which caused Haydn to slow down behind Seth, grabbing a hold of the railings so as to make sure he didn’t fall off. [i]Depend on the Hulk to destroy this thin railing… Haydn thought, rolling his eyes a bit as he followed Seth and bounded down the stairs.

Biting down on the cigarette in his mouth, Haydn shuffled off towards the props room, not waiting for Seth as the Hulk stopped to fiddle around with his phone. His phone vibrated the moment he stepped into the props room, but Haydn didn’t stop, grabbing his phone in a fluid movement to lift it in front of his face. I think genius is the word you’re looking for, ;) I’m not the actor, I can’t make replications of myself. I’ll work on the sound control first. Haydn shrugged and typed, under the light of his phone screen, Yeah, sure. Just get your job done, I’ll do mine.

Haydn blinked his eyes rapidly as Seth turned the lights on, small sparks erupting in front of his eyes as he had been standing in the shadow for a short while. Making sure to not step on anything, he walked through the many haphazardly placed props to the chemicals, filters, and substances needed to create colored fire. “Just load me up, and I’ll help you lug it all backstage. Then I’d better find Ana and ask her if they need any props or backdrops for the show. Should probably ask about lighting, too.” Haydn nodded slightly before grabbing the box that was labeled with large, burnt in letters, EMERGENCY LIGHTING, and pointed at the numerous colored filters on the ground. “If you don’t mind,” Haydn said, muttering past his cigarette as he picking up a few of the filters himself, “I don’t exactly have enough hands to hold the filters. And, yes, I suppose. I have no damned clue what Ana wants. Wonder if Skye has an idea, you mind texting? Text her and ask for me.”

Leaving the room without a second word, Haydn walked as quickly as possible as he felt the filters slipping in his arms. Bounding up the stairs and onto the catwalk, Haydn placed the box carefully on the ground beside him and held the filters with his two arms. God damn it. Haydn cursed, as the ashes of his burning out cigarette fell on the edges of the yellow filter. The flame on the cigarette immediately went off as he let the cigarette drop from his mouth and onto the catwalk. Sighing, Haydn started to place the filters into place slowly, one by one, with precision and care. He constantly peeked towards the stairs, waiting for the Hulk to show with the other filters and an answer from Skye as he fastened the frames holding the filters in.

“Seth?” he asked, hearing footsteps from the staircase, “Did Skye reply yet?”

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The lights above Skye's head was growing brighter, the over-worked bulbs radiated heat around the girl staring intently at her laptop as if she was about to roast it for dinner. However, the frustrated girl had no time to even be conscious of the heating bulbs above her, the sudden waves of white letters, numbers and signs flooded her brown eyes as they reflected themselves onto the dark screen of the laptop. Of course, she had promised herself earlier not to mess with the installation process, given the numerous previous experiences that screamed chaos to her... And the numerous times she needed to grab a new laptop. But my patience has a limit. And truthfully, Skye didn't have much of a patience level. "System restart." With the sound of her voice, the system followed her command, the screen suddenly darkening as the overheated computer finally got the short-lasting rest it deserved.

"Tall order...you sure you're in the right place? It's not like you can get water just anywhere." The sound of the bartender's voice snapped her out of her daze, the streams of data disappearing from her eyes as she refocused her gaze onto something other than a piece of her equipment. "Huh?" She did not even remembered what she had asked before and it took her a few moments simply to register his question. However, what registered more quickly was the bothered expression on Jack's face, which was quite unusual compared to the usual sheepish grin that never seems to fall from his face. "Right! Water." She mentally punched herself for having forgotten why she was even at the bar, giving him a grateful smile for placing the water away from her laptop. He knew her too well. "And when have you started questioning my motives?" A faint smile rose on the corner of her lips as the tensions eased from her shoulders slightly, her hand reaching for the cup of water. Truthfully, she didn't even know why she was there. But then again, the bar was the go-to-place for nearly every single stressed staff. And her claim to "Skye's Corner" at least offered her some peace. Not to add that Jack was always a good company to have.

Yeah, sure. Just get your job done, I’ll do mine. She didn't have to look at the screen of the phone that vibrated beside laptop to know the words that flashed on the screen, but nonetheless the sudden flash of the text message inside her mind nearly made her spit out the water that she just took a gulp of. Right... She had a job to do. "Talk about Mr. Snappy..." She groaned at the demanding text message, which again, to both her amusement and sudden regret, was copied onto the screen as it sent out to her co-worker. "Oh would you stop that?" Talking to her phone... Perhaps the stress really is getting to her. Another sarcastic comment was probably not needed for the night as she pushed the cell phone into her jean pocket, stopping it from any more embarrassing acts.

"What's got you so stressed that even alcohol can't help?" His voice once again snapped her attention back into the rightful place, but as her eyes snapped up, she couldn't help but notice the slight tension between the unfamiliar woman at the bar table and the bartender. She raised her eyebrow in the usual curious glance she never bothers to hide, "What's got you so bothered that even the ladies can't soothe?" A question to answer a question. That's Skye for you. And that small smirk which rose on her face confirmed her decision to play with Jack. It was probably an inappropriate question to ask, given the sudden glare that she can already feel on her back from the woman, but Skye's never had a barrier between her mind and her mouth. Whatever came to her mind came out of her mouth.

The sudden light that shone on her face reminded her that the computer has successfully restarted. Now, her day has just gotten a lot better. Score check. 1 point for Skye . 0 for laptop.

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“Lights.” Her voice was accompanied by a flash of white on the stage behind them, expected by the cyberkinetic as she grinned at the system that followed her every command on her laptop. With a turn of her head, she gave the keys one last tap before focusing her gaze on the lights that now shone with a bright white compared to the faint chaotic swirl of colors from Haydn’s fire. “Alright… Let’s see what I can do.” A faint chuckle escaped her throat as the lights flickered in response to her gaze, turning from the original white to a faint blue before darkening to a sky blue. The lights behind them flashed on, the tint sea green, mixing with the blue lights to creates waves of colors that resembled the light seen from under the ocean.

“That. That is why I’m the irreplaceable genius.” Skye’s gaze was definitely playful, her eyes turning back to the screen of her laptop as the screen typed out each letter with simple maneuvering of her mind and focus. Welcome back, Skye. Giving the laptop a wink, she blew a mocking kiss at the screen, so different to her irritation shown minutes ago at the system that sought such work and dedication from her.

“Hey Skye, is there a reason that woman probably wants to murder you with her eyes?” The screen of her laptop quickly faded to black as the voice caught her attention, her eyes flickering toward the new addition to the bar counter. The lights above her head shone with a brighter beam than ever at her sudden diversion. Woman..? Right! She had completely forgotten about the woman that now diverted her gaze away from the cyberkinetic. However, truly she could have cared less for the woman who seemingly decided to dislike her at first glance. “Perhaps my genius atmosphere is affecting her,” She grinned at her co-worker, one in which she has taken quite a liking to, simply because he did not join the chaotic freak show they claimed to be the crew of the theatre – given that she denies that she is a part of the freak show herself.

Anyway, why are you out here with your laptop? I figured with all the liquids, you’d be afraid of spills or, worst case scenario, vomit.” She gave him a disapproving gaze as he took a seat next to her, mouthing something along the lines of “my corner” as she turned her gaze back to her laptop, the screen now dark from her sudden distraction. “What is this? Question Skye day?” Nonetheless, she was in a rather jolly mood at her success with her laptop that she was ready to eat for dinner a few minutes ago and thus gave Don a slightly reluctant smile at his presence within her proximity of comfort. “Besides, if anyone spills anything or… Vomit,” She had to stifle a small laughter at the thought of the horror show, “I’ll make sure to cut off the electricity inside their house.” She has attempted such a feat before. Often, humans do not realize how terrifying the current lifestyle becomes without the use of electricity. Although she would probably go into one of her panic attacks at such a situation, she had no qualms about using it on others. “Hey Jack. How is everything going tonight?” Another laughter was stifled by the girl at the question directed toward the bartender, shaking her head slightly and giving an unconscious glance at the woman who had previously given her an unappreciated glance moments ago. “Oh, don’t ask.” She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, given that her attention was always so focused on her laptop, but she had a feeling Jack would not be comfortable answering that question, especially given her little tease a few seconds ago.

“Hello, Mr. Snappy. I’ve got my job done. Ready for a light show?” And with that, the lightened screen of her cell phone beside her hand flashed with acknowledgement of her words. A small tap of her fingers pushed the message through the labyrinth of radio waves toward her impatient co-worker. One more snap of her fingers, and her brown eyes reflected the stage that suddenly beamed with flickering lights which twirled and danced, waves and streams of light surged around the crowded theatre.

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