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Julian Klein

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a character in “Safe Haven: Regeneration”, originally authored by Retrovertigo, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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General Information
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Name

Julian Thomas Klein

Nicknames

Jules, Julie if you’re feeling brave

Gender

Male

Age

18

Romantic Interest

Any suggestions? I’m taking applicants.

Sexuality

Heterosexual

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Appearance
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Hair

Brown, Short on the sides, longer on the top. Usually combed back.

Eye color

Hazel

Height & Weight

6’4” , 190lbs/

Ethnicity

Irish/French


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Personality
Julian has cultivated a personality designed to protect himself. He practices aloofness as if it were an art form. Having lived a life where getting close to people means getting hurt it only makes sense. Often times he can come across as unfeeling or cold but in truth he maintains a tight hold on his emotions due to his past and also in large part due to his ability. Wild fluctuations in mood and temperament are quite detrimental to his hold on his probability manipulation and results in some bizarre manifestations.

Other than that he's your normal eighteen year old. He likes to smoke and have a good time in moderation, although he also stringently controls that as well. Julian has a dark sense of humour and often thinks things are funny when in all truth they can be quite serious. There is no boundary for Julian, no step too far for the boy. He's always testing everything and everyone he comes into contact, at times resembling a boy with a microscope hovering over ants crawling on the pavement. Incredibly observant, he's usually the go to guy if you want to find someone or something. Chances are he knows.

There are also good points about Julian, he can be very loyal to those that prove themselves and he has a soft spot for lost causes. He has a hidden caretaker aspect about him, always willing to get in and help whoever needs it as efficiently as possible. When needed Julian can be charming and persuasive although it's not his usual nature. He's very tenacious when it comes to a goal and will do anything, even sucking up, to accomplish it.



Ability

Probability Manipulation
Julian manipulates the probability of an event to happen, making unlikely things happen more often or instantly and stopping subsequent events from occurring. He can give and take both good and bad luck, force sudden deaths, natural disasters, and even apocalyptic events. Julian creates a tiny pocket of reality warping psionic force, within which unlikely phenomena will occur. Some of the things that can happen: the sudden melting of gun barrels, the spontaneous combustion of any flammable object, the rapid rust or decay of organic and inorganic materials, the sudden deflection of an object in flight, the sudden evacuation of air from an area of his choice, etc.

Julian is unable to make impossible things happen and the rarer the event the harder it is to make happen. His ability is also fiercely connected to his emotions, if he’s angry or depressed there’s a likely chance that accidents will happen. It’s not exactly reliable but he can usually get a handle on things for the most part.


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Likes

+ Cooking
+ Cigarettes
+ Girls
+ Museums
+ Gambling
+ Punctuality
+ Control
Dislikes

- Liars
- Questions
- American Cars
- Losing Control
- Mornings
- The Easily Offended
- Being Alone
- Being Ignored



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A Little More Facts
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Julian was born to a young, single mother. There was no serious, tragic fate that befell his parents. Unless you count getting pregnant at fifteen as tragic which apparently they did seeing as how they got rid of him right away. Or at least tried to. Julian’s maternal grandmother was determined to keep the child in the family which she succeeded at for nearly five years coming to grips with the fact that no one wanted to take on the responsibility save for herself. It was something she did gladly.

Unfortunately a few days before Julian’s birthday his grandmother was killed in a hit and run, from then on Julian associated his birthday with her death. So much like Atheya he detests his own birthday. Having nowhere else to turn, young Julian was taken into the system and soon made the rounds through foster care. He was unruly, stubborn and defiant and most foster parents had little patience for the boy.

It was soon after his fifteenth foster home and tenth birthday that his ability began to take shape and show itself. An older boy in the same foster family was bullying Julian, a common occurrence then because of his small stature. Something he thinks about now and smiles about considering how far he’d actually sprouted since then. Instead of entering into a fight he had no hope of winning something incredible happened. Julian felt something break away from him, as if some part of himself tore free and flew towards his oppressor. Who, instead of charging forward and bashing in Julian’s face, tripped over his own shoelace, now untied and hurtled face first into the closet’s mirrored door. Fracturing his skull and leaving the home never to return.

Julian felt as if he was onto something. The boy had always felt different and now even more so, he saw things in a way that he never had. He was seeing the multiple probabilities surrounding him, playing out before him. Julian took to exploring his ability, testing it out as often as he could get away with it. He was well aware of the fact that he could possibly cause real damage with such power and was determined to get it under control unlike so many other things in his life.

It was soon after this that he met Atheya, a kindred spirit so to speak. She was new to school and while Julian was aware of her he was definitely a loner then, the weird kid that no one wanted to hang around with. It was during this time that Atheya accidentally picked up bits and pieces of the thoughts swirling through Julian’s head. His extreme dislike and misery in his current home along with his apprehension and expectations for his ability. Soon the two were fast friends, having so much in common bound them tightly in friendship.

It was the first time that Julian felt as if someone understood him and cared about him and he could honestly say he felt the same for Atheya. So you could imagine their dismay when learning that she was going to be sent away to another home and that they were just suppose to accept the fact that they’d probably never see each other again. Deciding that that wasn’t an option, Julian and Atheya went on the run. With Atheya’s trust fund and his grandmother’s life insurance they set out to see the world and to discover themselves and their abilities.

Eventually their travels brought them to Italy and the two knew immediately that this was where they belonged. Setting down roots they created their sanctuary, an old building that they transformed into a home. Soon others came to their attention, others with abilities that screamed out for help and understanding. That is when they created the safe haven and their little family began to grow.


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So begins...

Julian Klein's Story

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"So let's go to bed before you say something real, let's go to bed before you say how you feel...” rang the lyrics of I Always Knew by The Vaccines in Atheyas relentlessly processing mind. This was the hum she woke up to, and she was a little dazed and confused to why she had for a few moments, before she realized she had fallen asleep with her headphones on, and it was the song that was in fact playing. Groaning, she sat up and pushed her jumbled and snarled dark chocolate coloured hair out of her eyes that was drained from her restless sleep that always seemed to take its toll on her in the early of the mornings, and slipped off the headphones, setting them on the side table beside her bed. Elongating her arms up into the air, she stretched them out, shaking the stiffness out that the five hour sleep she got caused.

She never really did ever get that much sleep, her psyche always seemed to be ticking and it was extremely hard to settle it down. She was constantly processing through her thoughts of every situation, whether it was happening in the present, had happened in the past, or even a possible state for the future. It had always been this way for her, and she had gotten quite used to the idea that it would ceaselessly stay this way. She self diagnosed herself with Insomnia. Of course she couldn’t exactly go to the doctor to get it professional diagnosed. For one, she didn’t want to get pills prescribed because she highly doubted they would actually work, and then there would be the explanation of why she just couldn’t turn her mind off. She wasn’t exactly going to tell him she could mind link with others so it was always actively functioning at larger percentage than others.

Mind linking is her ability, yes. She can create a link between herself and with the minds of others. The metaphor she often uses to paint and image of it is like a signal from one phone, to another. Like an invisible wire connecting the two. With this link, she can do many things, but it hadn’t always been that way. She grew up in Hereford, England up until the age of five. Both her parents were doctors, her father a neurologist, her mother a paediatrics. It was simply put that the family was fairly healthily, but that was until the death of the two. All Atheya knew of the death was that the car simply ran off a bridge, she was never told where they were headed, or why they tipped over the bridge. It had always just been that way. Unfortunately, both sides of the family had no close relatives, only holding distant cousins and such. The family didn’t even have any close friends that could take her in, so she was shipped off to London by Child Services and placed into a lonesome and low budget orphanage. But this is where she discovered her ability.

No child in the orphanage was happy and befriending. They were categorized into two groups, the shy, and the rampaging bullies. Atheya was one of the shy ones, so she was always targeted along with some others. But when she got targeted, she got mad or upset, and when that happened a mind link she couldn’t control would always form and then she would cause excruciating pain to whomever child tortured her during the day. Needless to say after awhile everyone left her alone, calling her freak, but at the same time being equally frightened by her.

When she reached the age of eleven, she had developed another branch off the mind link she had yet to understand. Now through a mind link, she could access others thoughts. But it was a good thing she learned also how to cover it up. Not very well, but she would do a decent enough job of it. She pokes fun at herself as she’s oblivious to many things around her and others emotions, yet she can learn secrets so easily.

Not only did that happen when she was eleven, but she was also moved down to the USA when they transferred her through the foster system there. She would last around two months through foster homes before she freaked them out when she would accidentally reveal her power. But the last foster home she had been in was the one she lasted the longest in, two years. She was thirteen at the time, and was more careful than ever, always shy and quiet; tip toeing around people, seeming almost frightened most of the time. In this new foster home, the people where kind and she even made a good friend in the school, she had never done that before. His name was Julian Klein, and no his family didn’t own the Calvin Klein brand. In fact, he was a foster kid like herself. He was a year older then her, and she noticed his lonerness when she went into school. She herself was the same loner type. Not necessarily because she wanted to be, but because she had to tip toe not to let her ability to get caught. She was shy around him, until one day his thoughts just seemed to ring through her head as it must have been a pretty misery filled day. It was that moment that she, accidently, learned everything about his foster issues, and damn well especially about his power. So, she told him. She didn’t know how he was going to react, appalled, depressed, or maybe happy? She freaked out a bit when he never said anything, and she was about to laugh it off and say she was kidding, but he just accepted her at that point. This was when Atheya opened more in depth into her life, as he did also, and they became close and inseparable. At this point now, she knew that she had a tiny crush on him. That’s when she’s thankful she’s the mind reader.

A year passed in which Atheya had been in a pure, comfortable bliss. Then it stopped when the foster parents didn’t want her. Being told that her and Julian would be separated was hard. And they reacted by simply running away and travelling together. Pretty normal reaction. One of the places in which they fell in love with on their many travels was Rome, Italy, and they stayed within an old building on top of a hill, and renovated it. This is where they have made their roots and stayed permanently. Yet it wasn’t only them, it was a group of people they found and protected, protected because they all also held abilities. They called the home the Safe Haven.

Swinging her legs off the edge of the bed, she slid out and her exposed feet touched the firm ground, and her sketch book slid off her chest and fell onto the ground. She had fallen asleep drawing late into the night. Putting on her exercise outfit, she looked at herself in the elongated mirror that leaned against the way beside the large arched window that streamed in the light of the rising sun, and put her hair in a pony tail. She turned to move away, before she noticed the look of a grey smudged lead showed on the side of her face. Guess she had actually slept on her pencil. Running out of her room still barefoot and across the hall, she tried to be quiet as to not wake anyone up, as it was about five thirty in the early morning, and everyone was still sleeping. Running the cool tap water, she splashed her face and rubbed the grey smudge off her face. Convinced it had all vanished she ran down the steps and to the front door, where she slipped on her shoes and walked out the door, making her way to the small, barn cottage that sat on the property. It really was just a large room made of stone and concrete, beams all holding it up. They did training in here sometimes, but it was mostly just known as ‘Theyas little hide away. Inside she had paint canvases, her adored punching bag, and a very old, cracked wooden piano that she had the other help drag inside for her. The thing was free on the street. Yeah, it was a really weird set up.

There was also small table with slightly padded boxing gloves on top of it, and a set of speakers beside it. Walking over to that small table, she plugged in her phone to the rather large set of speakers that had took her about half an hour to haul down the house steps, through the yard, and into here when she first got them. She refused to accept help, because she was stubborn. Considering the weight of the speakers, half an hour wasn’t a bad time at all really. Scrolling through her music playlists, she pressed the one that simply read out “Workout.” It consisted of music that carried a heavy, heart pumping tone, one that would bring out the frustrating and aggravated side of Atheya she needed to get in a decent workout. Metallica, Def leopard, some White Stripes, some of her more edgier hard indie rock, and anything like the type was what consisted of the playlist.

At this point Atheya went through her regular routine of stretches, that took her about ten minutes to execute. She stretched her arms, did some neck rolls, core stretches, and some lunges so her legs muscles wouldn’t get pulled, and she was all good. Grabbing from the table her black gloves, she strapped them on, and moved over to the heavy duty black bag. She gave a small smile as she took in a deep breath. This was one of the two things that she could focus on, and was something she enjoyed to do. The other thing was her drawing. When she was a kid, she was always in the MMA clubs or art clubs in whatever school she went to before she hopped foster parents. It was a weird mix, but both helped her. This just let her get her frustrations out that she held in. It wasn’t frustration against the group of course, but on her own self and of her past that she never really let anyone know.

After getting into the mental state she needed to be in, she put herself in her proper stance, and began hitting and kicking the bag, gradually warming up to it more and more, hitting harder every time. A half an hour must have passed before she stopped, and went back inside taking her phone with her. Now the time was around, 6:15 and nobody was up yet from what she could tell.
Moving to one of the bathrooms, she took a short shower, dried her hair, and made her way back into her room in which she changed into normal clothes. Time? 6:30. I think I have time to go into the city. She thought to herself, making it back out the door and down the ten minute walk down the steps. Entering into the quiet morning city, all the cafe’s and markets were just opening. Walking into one of her favorite cafe’s, she grabbed some croissants and other breakfast foods. Once picking out enough for the whole group, getting a variety of things for their different tastes, she handed them to the person at the till, smiling brightly, saying “Ciao, io prendo questi per favore.” Which just meant I'll take these please in Italian. At that point Atheya tried to switch out her British accent for an Italian on. Her Italian just sounded odd in her accent.

When he weighed them, she paid him the correct amount of cash she owned him, grabbed the two doggy bags everything was placed in, and walked out the door, calling back “Arrivederci!”

The time now was about 6:50 in the morning, and she sat down on a bench near a fountain, and opened the bag to grab one of the sweet bread rolls she had bought. Chewing it slowly, she made sure to take her time. When she finished, she went on a small walk around, the city coming to its morning life by the minute. She noticed a lot of them where tourist who woke bright in the morning. She could just saw the wonder in all their eyes. When it reached Seven fifteen, she decided to head back.

Walking through the old oak doorway, she made her way into the kitchen that was just around the corner from the main stairway. Placing the two doggy bags on the island, she continued then to sit on one of the hard wood stools. Propping her arms up on the counter, she set her head down on top of her warmer skin instead of the hard granite counter. She began day dreaming a bit, but that just turned to her promptly falling asleep once more right smack in the kitchen.

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With a muffled moan Julian awoke completely and flung his blankets away from his face. Hazel eyes still closed to the day he idly reached a hand up to scratch at his bare chest before letting it fall back to his side. The last thing Julian liked was early mornings but there were things that had to be done, just like there always were and he was the one in charge. Well, him and Theya of course. It was a bit more responsibility than he’d anticipated, oh who was he kidding? It was a lot more responsibility than he’d anticipated but the teenager thrived when in control and so far things hadn’t turned out to be a terrible disaster.

At times he could barely believe that they were here. Everything had been so unsure when he and Atheya made their grand escape. They had no real plans, just the need to get away, which they did terrifically. Julian held no great love for his foster family who were decent but distant and immediately knew that he and Theya wouldn’t be separated, no matter what. He couldn’t have imagined going to school and not seeing her there, or not being able to sneak out of his bedroom at night to go and meet up with her.

He smiled now at the memory, he’d been ridiculously awkward then. He’d been short, skinny and cursed with a huge temper. It was shortly before they ran away that he finally began to grow, so much so that he wondered if he’d ever stop. Thank God he’d finally worked himself out of the gangly awkward phase. Finally lifting his large frame from his equally large bed, Julian grabbed his towel and made his way to the bathroom still foggy from someone’s recent shower.

Hopping into the tub he let out a short yelp of surprise as he was hit by a spray of cold water. Grimacing, Julian quickly and efficiently showered, cursing the lack of hot water. Vowing that he’d purchase a new water heater as soon as humanly possible he finished with his cursed shower, wrapped a towel around his hips and shaved. Combing his hair back, Julian gave himself a once over and returned to his room to dress.

As he flew down the steps the smell of food redirected Julian’s attention toward the kitchen. Peeking his head through he took note of Penelope and a sleeping Atheya. With an arched eyebrow to show his confusion at the scene he entered the kitchen and began to make himself tea before moving to the bags on the counter. Deftly retrieving something sugary and chocolate he gestured with it towards the sleeping girl. “So, what’s the deal?” He asked, taking a bite of the pastry his gaze sliding over to Penelope.

Shrugging Julian forgot about his breakfast for the moment and leaned over close to the sleeping girl, whispering in her ear.Hey, Theya? We’re out of firewood, what do you say we chop up that old piano in the barn and get toasty?” Leaning back, he lifted his tea to his lips and favored Penelope with a wink. The idea of anything from Atheya’s precious hidey hole being touched or removed, especially destroyed would be sure to arouse some kind of reaction from her.

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Michael was laying in his bed, in that half-asleep state where one could get up, but sees no point in it. He was comfortably warm, just letting half formed dreams and thoughts float about, when he heard the sound of a shower, followed by a few muffled words. As these observations hit him, he realized he was in all likelihood among the last to get up, and so he began to shove the blankets off of himself. He laid in bed for a bit longer, letting the colder air wash over him, truly wakening him, and then he lifted himself up onto his feet and he went through his mental checklist for the morning.
1.Wake up. Check.
2.Morning work-out of three sets of fifteen of pushups, situps, and squats. Finish with an 8-count situp.
3.Shower.
4.Head to the kitchen, get breakfast, and maybe socialize.
5.Do whatever.

With this in mind, he began the work out. Michael knew he didn't really need to, but it was a habit, a ritual, that allowed him to prepare himself for the day. It was a left-over from when he went through a phase of wanting to get really fit so he could join the football team, but an... incident ruined his chances. But he kept the work-out routine. As he worked out, he did it at a steady pace, so it would be a bit more even, yet difficult at the same time. By the time he finished his muscles had a steady burn in them that he appreciated, and a slight layer of sweaty stink that he didn't. He decided to nullify both these effects by taking a warm shower, but was frigidly reminded of his late awakening by the jet of cold water that slammed into him like an iceburg. Michael breathed out a few choice words at this and hopped backwards. Quickly lathering up, he washed up as fast as humanly possible, and got out . He grabbed a towel and dried himself off, and began pulling on his clothes. After that was done he began brushing his teeth, and then combing his hair. After all this was done, it was time to head down to the kitchen.
As he walked down towards the kitchen he saw three people in there. The two who had led him and the others to this haven, and the girl Penelope. The guy, Julian was seated next to Atheyas, who was asleep for some unknown reason, and was saying something to her. Penelope was sipping from a cup of tea, and was removed from whatever was going on. All this Michael took in as he strode in, and made a bee line for the pantry, where he pulled out a box of cereal, and he grabbed the other things neccessery for the staple breakfast food. He got it all together, and started chowing down like no tommorow. After finishing up his second bowl, he looked over to Penelope, and said "Hey, sleep well?".

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The whistle of the tea kettle broke through Atheyas sleep and she woke up, giving a tiny groan. She kept her head down, looking as if she was still sleeping especially as her eyes were still closed. Yeah, she really didn’t feel like getting up. Soon after, she heard the heavy footsteps of someone else entering the kitchen area, and heard the voice of Julian. She was going to lift her head up and maybe look like she was awake, but that was before she heard whispers in her ear. “Hey, Theya? We’re out of firewood, what do you say we chop up that old piano in the barn and get toasty?” Opening her eyes, and turning her gaze to look at him, she gave a very enunciated, and sarcastic “Ha ha ha.” Patting his check twice, she moved to slip off the stool, and went over to grab some tea, all the while saying “Julie, you’re always so funny.” Using the nickname he wasn’t exactly fond of. Opening one of the tiny jars on the counter, she grabbed one of the black tea bags and dropped it into the mug she pulled out of the cupboard. Pouring some of the hot water from the kettle, she waited a minute before removing the little bag filled with the tea, mumbling under her breath in almost a question to herself, “Who even says get toasty?” in reference to Julian’s whisper.

Leaning against the counter, she held the porcelain mug with both of her hands, the warm seeming to radiate through her arms. “Morning, by the way,” she said in a warm voice to all three, Penelope, Julian, and Mike who walked in shortly after. Taking a sip from her tea, she lowered it from her lips soon after. “Oh,” She said, a thought coming to her head. “I need to go get that girl today, she has a foster family right now so I’m not sure she will come with us, but we best give her the option.” She stated.

Atheya about a week ago had crossed paths with an icy haired girl, and it seemed that she was having a pretty miserable day, and when that happened her mind just automatically clicked with hers. So, by accident, Atheya found out about her “icy” powers, and got a quick clash of her past. The good thing about her was that she was literally right at home in Italy, so there was no plane ride or anything to have to creepily stalk and hand a letter to the person. Once she got home that day, she had informed everyone of the situation so they knew what was coming. The girls name was Reyna.

What usually happened when they brought a new person in was just hand them a letter with a bit of information and chat for a bit, leaving to let them decide upon themselves if they would follow or not, but since she lived right in the city Atheya, and Julian if he was coming as well, could discuss it to her more in depth, They could explain why they started it, who the others are, what the others do, all the basics.

Glancing up at the extremely taller boy, she said to Julian. “If you want you can come, but it really won’t take too long to talk to her.” She smiled, taking yet another sip of her tea. Looking over at the weirdly artsy clock on the wall, that she can’t even remember who got, she saw the time and poured the rest of the tea she had out. “Probably should leave soon, give her a day to think about it.” Pushing herself away from the counter, she glanced around for a second, saying, “Elliots still asleep?” Noticing the one less person in the room.

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"Drat..." Elliot said with a yawn. After stretching for a moment, he continued whining to himself, albeit very sleepily. "I was having such a nice dream, too." Half open eyes stared blankly at the wall opposite his bed. Though Elliot was awake, he really didn't want to be. He smacked his lips absentmindedly and scratched his chest as his gaze turned towards the alarm clock at his bedside. It was already six thirty. Knowing the others at the Haven, Elliot was, most likely, the last one out of bed. "One of these days," Elliot mumbled, stretching once more before flopping out of his bed and promptly losing his balance. He landed with a pronounced, 'thud,' face first. "One of these days, I'm locking my door, barring the windows, and sleeping 'till noon." Even though he had said it, Elliot didn't mean it in the slightest. With everyone's clocks set to as early as they were, and Elliot just being used to getting up early, he knew that such a decadent amount of sleep was beyond his reach. At least for another couple years, anyway. Managing to best gravity, and rising, slowly, from the cold floor, Elliot grabbed his towel, his clothes for the day, which were laid out neatly in a lovely little stack on his desk, and his shower supplies. Sliding into a pair of pink, fuzzy slippers, Elliot closed the door to his room behind him, and made his way to the bathroom. He would have to fit in a work out some other time. His friends were surely wondering where he was by now.

Unfortunately, by the time Elliot got into the showers, the hot water had been almost entirely used up. Or, perhaps, his late awakening had saved him from the worst of the cold water, and the boiler had already made some hot water to replace the obviously empty tanks. Elliot disrobed quickly, not wanting to waste any of the lukewarm water. Stepping into the water, Elliot swore rather loudly. The whole house might have heard, but he didn't care. While it was certainly better than the freezing showers he'd taken before, the water was bloody cold, and he felt everyone in the house ought to know of his disapproval. Washing himself as quickly as humanly possible, Elliot washed away the sweat of the previous night. He always tended to sweat heavily while sleeping, as his sleeping body was, according to some of the members in the house, "hotter than a shirtless supermodel." Though he smiled at the comparison, he wished that his water was as warm as all that. Finishing quickly, Elliot got out of the shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. He padded over to the sink, where he shaved, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and flossed. Elliot had always been pretty particular about his appearance, but having fully come into his own as a young adult, he liked the ritual aspect of getting ready in the morning. Doing the same, mundane morning tasks helped him imagine that his life wasn't as... different, as any other kid his age might be.

Regardless, Elliot finished his preparations in a timely manner, then threw on a pair of black, dress socks, black slacks, and shiny black dress shoes. He had just been putting on his shirt when his scars caught his attention. He had always hated them. They made him unnatural; ugly. Just seeing them made him feel nauseas. With a look of barely concealed disgust, Elliot pulled a white, button up shirt over his head, and tucked it into his pants. He buttoned up smartly, and wrapped a thin, black tie around his neck, knotting it deftly. Pleased with himself, Elliott held up his chosen blazer and vest simultaneously. "Hmm... Decisions, decisions..." Elliot joked to himself. He ended up choosing the blazer, as it was supposed to get somewhat windy today, and he'd want the extra layer if he needed to go outside. Finally pleased with himself, Elliot nodded before stepping swiftly from the bathroom, and down the stairs to the kitchen. Apparently just in time too. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard Atheya speak. "Elliot's still asleep?" She asked. Turning the corner, and adjusting his tie, Elliot answered. "Unfortunately, Sweetheart, no, I'm not. It was a late night for some of us." Elliot said with a chuckle. He was, of course, referring to the project his old boss had asked him to look into. This same project would, if completed in a timely manner, would double Elliot's monthly paycheck, providing much needed funds for the Haven. Luckily, Elliot was almost finished. He'd only need to spend another night or two crunching numbers and writing furiously in his notebook. Afterwards, he could simply mail the whole thing to his boss and they'd be good as gold, at least for a while. Returning his thoughts to the conversation around him, Elliot spoke again. "Fortunately, the cold shower water was most... invigorating. Who do I get to thank for that?" Elliot continued, chuckling again, he wasn't actually angry, really only teasing. His tone of voice would make that rather clear. Making his way over to the kettle, Elliot poured himself a cup of tea. Once he had finished, he turned, facing the rest of the group, and leaned against the counter, holding his warm mug with both hands. He blew on the tea before gingerly sipping the hot liquid. Opening up to the rest of the group, he asked, "So, what's on the docket today? Anything fun happening? Plans to go cycling? Perhaps there's an event in town? I'm up for anything!"

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Julian, the second of the two who are the leaders of this little band of misfits, is the next to come down into the kitchen. He promptly prepares his own cup of tea and grabs a pastry out of the bags which Atheya has presumably brought. Penelope quietly applauds Atheya for the medley of sweets she has brought, for all of them look rather delicious, save for a cheese danish, but that's simply a personal dislike. Then, Atheya has always seemed, in the time Penelope has known her, to be very in touch with the desires of others, and not only due to her ability to look into minds. She seems to sort who thinks of others very regularly, would be the idea Penelope is approaching. For this, she has gained the thief's respect and, eventually, friendship of sorts. Still, there always seems a little bubble around Atheya and Julian, when around each other, into which outsiders may not trespass. This is something Penelope has noted several times before, mostly with indifference, but has, of course, never commented on. It's simply logical that the two who have been together the longest should have this sort of connection into which the rest of them, regardless of how long they've been around, cannot go.

It is because of this bubble that Penelope merely shrugs at Julian's vague question, for he has already moved on to teasing the sleeping Atheya. She does smile, a turn of the corners of her mouth that brings back to asymmetrical smile of hers. There is little doubt that Atheya will have some reaction to Julian's proposal, after all. Atheya's immediate reaction means that the smile grows a little bit on Penelope's face. She freely teases Julian, not an uncommon reaction between the two. Mike's entry draws her attention away from the two, as does his question upon sitting down- directed towards her, probably because the others are occupied. "Pretty well. You?" she responds, taking another sip of her tea.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Penelope smiles over at Atheya, though the smile dims slightly at the mention of going to find another person- one who has a foster home. That seems like the type of things that might complicate business. Penelope had been out of the foster system [though not legally, really] for a while before being found by Julian and Atheya. It's a minimum one person task, as implied by Atheya's comment that it's not completely necessary for her to be accompanied, but Penelope very much doubts that at least one other person won't volunteer to go with Theya.

Just as the absence of one person is noted, this person turns around the corner, adjusting his tie as he does so. Elliot is certainly a character, with a dynamic personality that can go from one end to the other without much of a warning at times. Even Penelope, a master of escape and someone who has dealt with all varieties of criminals before, is quite glad to not be on his bad side, having witnessed his temper before.

"The cold shower was most invigorating. Who do I get to thank for that?" There's no real question that it is Penelope's fault the hot water has run out- everyone knows she has a fondness for water so hot it burns one's skin red. Even her tea is drunken before it can cool in the slightest, scalding on her tongue. "I can't imagine. My shower was quite hot," she comments, causing her tea to swirl a bit by moving the cup. She then smiles up at Elliot, her smile not the least bit apologetic.

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“Faker” Julian said with a shake of his head as he leaned back onto his stool and took a healthy bite out of his pastry. He could hear Atheya over there muttering to herself and congratulated himself on confusing her at the very least. Inhaling the rest of his breakfast he cradled his cup of tea in his large hands and solemnly regarded the rest of the group as they convened in the kitchen.

Sometimes he couldn’t believe that they were here, living in Italy with people who understood what it was like to born with a little something extra. They were actually providing a safe haven for the poor, unfortunates of the world, people who are just like them and needed their help. Not exactly the life Julian foresaw for himself but one that he wouldn’t give up, not without a fight.

Now that the kitchen was full and the room buzzed with plans for the day, Julian drained his cup and went for a refill. He knew of the girl Reyna and wasn’t sure if he should be the one to tag along. Julian was often described as intimidating or cold, but in his opinion everyone did in comparison to Atheya, who was the epitome of warmth and understanding. He knew it to be true when he first met her and even more so now. She always impressed him and he was pretty sure she knew it.

“Well, seems like we’ve got a prospective recruit to court. I’d say we could make it a big happy family and all go but we want her to join us not flee in terror.” Julian offered with a lopsided smirk, turning to face the others. Crossing his arms across his chest Julian leaned back against the counter and weighed the options. It seemed like an alternative plan would have to be made.

“Maybe we should split up? Theya and one or two others go and track down this girl and me and whoever’s left will head into town. We need supplies, especially if our lil family is growing.”Julian offered with a shrug, setting his tea cup near the sink.